#sam wilson x reader
Genesis- Chapter 14
Warnings: Smut, me crying, Cute Henry, Genesis and Spence
“I don’t wanna leave you on the night of Halloween.” Genesis whined at the team especially to her brother who shook her head.
“Well it was either that or throw drugs in your locker and fire you.” Penelope Garcia piped up making the Brunette’s eyes wide
“Let’s face it, Reign…you’re a workaholic and we just convinced you to lead a normal life.” Derek laughed as the girl rose her eyebrows.
“Define normal.” Derek just sipped on his coffee and walked away with a smirk.
“Hey…” a new voice popped up making genesis smile at the familiarity and ran into the Man’s arms.
“Did you do it?” she hugged him tighter when she received a nod in response “I am so so proud of you.” she whispered, pulling back, James Barnes dipped his head pecking the woman’s lips.
“Whoa, hey, brother still here.” spencer Reid pulled back the girl with a protective scowl, the room filled with laughter at the scene before them.
Just then JJ entered the room with a smile “alright everybody I have an announcement to make, as I’m sure some of you are aware Henry was a little nervous going trick or treating this year but he’s decided to anyway.” she announced making everyone smile.
“What changed his mind?” Derek questioned.
“The BAU did.” she clarified “I told him he should go out on Halloween and try to figure out which monsters are real and which ones are not.” the teamed beamed at her explanation.
“So he wants to be a profiler.” Aaron asked with a rare and beautiful smile.
“Ah! He wants to be his favorite profiler.” she moved aside to reveal Henry dressed up as his godfather making the room give out sounds of delight and his godparents immediately rushing to him.
James watched as Genesis styles the child’s hair as spencer complimented him, she quickly lifted the child up on her hips and snatched spencer’s id from him attaching to the Henry’s cardigan “oh he’s official” they smiled.
Emily Prentiss was more focused on the look of adoration on James and moved towards him as Genesis and the others conversed among themselves “that’s cute.” she commented breaking him out of his daze “you love her.” she continued making the man nod “and you know I’ll shoot you multiple times if I find out that you hurt her.” James nodded gulping as her face turned into an innocent one “good, please take care of her, she deserves it.” Emily pleaded as the man gave her his word.
“hey Nes!” he called out to her and nodded towards the door indicating it was time to leave after hundreds of hugs and kisses and promises the couple headed back to her apartment.“So where are you guys headed?” Derek asked as Genesis took a deep dramatic breath. “Home.” she nodded receiving funny looks from her team mates and boyfriend.She laughed at them
“it was pretty funny, couple of weeks in Louisiana and then Brooklyn.”
James turned her around when she closed the door behind her, not giving enough time to even turn on the lights “can I kiss you?” he asked and immediately pressed his lips to hers after receiving a meek ‘yes’ from her, the once slow and innocent kiss turned into a lust filled hungry one “you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you” He mumbled against her mouth.
“I want this, I want you, you can never hurt me” she cupped face, he quickly pushed her back against the door while her hand fumbled over the wall to find the switch.
A shatter rang through the place when the light turned on, the couple laughed the broken vase on the floor as a result of turning on the lights “I hated that vase anyways.” she muttered with a small chuckle.
“Jump.” he whispered in her ear which she happily obliged to, turning into a moaning and panting mess when he attacked her neck with kissed, nibbles and bites.
“oh my god Bucky!” she gasped when his kisses hit her sweet spot, she could fell his smirk on her skin, he pulled back and kissed her lips again, angling their faces and tongues, He moaned into her mouth when her fingers tangled into his short brunette locks , sending shivers down her spine and wetness gather in her panties.
They quickly moved to her bedroom as he dropped her on the bed, hovering on top of her his “too much clothing.” he groaned in a deep voice making her let out an involuntary moan, he rushed to remove her shirt and pants, leaving her in her innerwear.
“So. Fucking. Beautiful” he praised making the heat rush to her cheeks.
“Too much clothing.” she spoke up undoing his pants when his hands stopped her.
“No, tonight is all about you.” he said sternly and immediately discarded his clothing and moved up to unclasp her bra.
His tongue glided all the way from her neck, to the valley between her breasts, nipping it and kissing it making her whine, to her stomach, caressing her hips when he finally came to the destination he so desperately wanted.
He now faced her throbbing slit, he could see how wet she was, he looked up at her, asking for consent and when he received a nod he removed her underwear without skipping a beat, diving into her pussy, eating her out like a starved man.
His vibranium arm went to her stomach holding her down while she whined and moaned from above him, writhing with pleasure. She tangled her fingers in his hair pushing him deeper between her legs eliciting a moan from him the vibration making her moan his name out loud.
His tongue swirled around her clit with such skill she arched her back moaning louder than ever.
“Bucky Barnes, fuck me right now before I kill you.” she panted out, him giving her a boyish smirk he moved up kissing her lips and asked for a condom, she moved towards her bedside table pulling one out which he immediately accepted and rolled it on.
He almost laughed when she angrily whined as he teased her with his tip rubbing up and down her slit, his dog tags dangling over her, she hissed in arousal when the cold metal rubbed her skin, she quickly grabbed his ass and pushed him into her, both of them letting out a moan at the contact, and he gave her the time to adjust to him, moving slowly when she nodded in approval.
His once slow thrusts became fast and hungry, as the room filled with grunts, moans and the sounds of skin contact. He pinned her arms above her securing it with his metal arm smirking as she gasped at his action. The two were desperate for a release.
“Bucky.” she gasped feeling the knot in her stomach.
“me too, come for me doll.” as if those words were magic she moaned his name louder as her walls clenched around him in pleasure when she came, making him moan out at the sensation as he felt himself spilling into the condom.
The two panted out of breath as they rode down their highs, the man rolled off of her to the side, discarding the condom. He rolled over, facing her, his left hand making its way to her cheek, gently rubbing it. “You were amazing love.” her heart fluttered at the nickname as she gave him a smile
“This is everything I dreamed of and more.” she smiled at him. She moved up and placed a chaste kiss to his lips. She moved her body so she could lay her head on his chest and he instinctively moved so he could hold her.
“I’ll be right here when you wake up.” he whispered kissing her head “Genesis?” he called out to her, she tilted her head to she could meet his cerulean orbs “I love you.” he mumbled making her laugh.
“I love you too” he grinned wider admiring her naked body on top of his, her hand clutching on to his dog tags, like it did the first time the fell sleep together. He brushed her short brown hair and lightly kissed it before he drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
The morning sun spilled into the room, Genesis was the first to wake up as she groaned at the light contacting her eyes, her hands letting go of the dog tags she was holding. It took her a minute to realize she was laying on the chest of James Barnes, the thoughts of last night flooded her mind, a smile gracing her lips. She looked over to the clock reading the time, she moved her hand up, running her fingers through his short brunet locks making him shift in his place, his eyes fluttered open immediately squinting his eyes trying to adjust to the light. It wasn’t long before his eyes met with her own doe orbs. “Good morning.” she whispered moving up to kiss his lips.
“Good morning Nes” he spoke in the same tone into her lips.
“we,” she stood up, walking to her closet as James watched her move around the room naked, adorning a smile of admiration and love on his face while she picked out her outfits “have to catch a flight in two hours.” she turned around facing him, screwing her face together “what?” she laughed he just shook his head smiling wider.
“It’s a pretty good sight before me.” she scoffed at his response and threw a shirt at him.
“so whipped.” she pointed her finger at him, he pouted as she moved into the bathroom to ready herself for the day “I never said you couldn’t join me sergeant.” she poked her head out which made the ex-assassin almost run into the bathroom much to her amusement.
“Boys!” she laughed as AJ and Cass ran up to the couple, pretending to knock them down as James hovered around them with the cake pretending to throw it on them.
A shrill scream sounded through the area making the couple snap their head towards captain America with a surprised look, he almost fell over making his way to the two and poked Genesis’ neck whose hand flew up to the place with a confused look “hickey…” he stuttered looking between the two “oh my god.” he repeated making the couple furrow their eyebrows in amusement while the moved and sat on the table with the Mother and children.
“Sarah, your brother is being a bother.” Genesis complained making the woman laugh.
“Join the club.” she scoffed looking at her brother who still had his mouth open.
“Yes, Samuel we’re dating now.” she deadpanned closing his mouth for him.
“Jesus, finally.” he breathed out making everyone laugh at his antics.
I was talking to the people Sarah introduced to me and glanced at Bucky, as if he felt me looking he turned around giving me a warm smile which made my heart melt, he immediately jogged over to me making me roll my eyes when his arms circled my waist pulling me against his waist.
“hi.” he whispered in my ears as I leaned my head back on his shoulders, Sarah smirked at me before walking to Sam who I saw was repeatedly hitting her pointing towards us. What a child.
“I am working.” I stated looking at his pout which made me hit him lightly. I scoffed when he let out a sound of hurt “oh so you can fall 200 meters and not handle a slap…that’s right, I have the video.” I smirked referring to the video I got when the two were in Munich. Thank you Samuel Thomas Wilson. He groaned as he reached out to get the food from me. I slapped his hand away.
“Wow you’re a violent lady” he whined and I innocently smiled in satisfaction.
“Stop being a dramatic piece of shit.”
“Okay you’re gonna be like this even if were dating?” I nodded vigorously.
He turned me around grabbing my cheeks and pulling my lips to his, Sarah came over and grabbed my spatula shooing us away, Bucky gladly took the opportunity to take me to the dance floor and his hands found my waist and mine fount his neck as we swayed around laughing our feet dancing to the music playing in the background.
After a while I ran to the place everyone were taking picture with Sam and I waited for my turn and jumped on his back, the two of us laughing as the picture was taken, I took multiple pictures, both of us looking like total idiots in every single one of them.
I looked at Bucky who stood beside be balancing the kids hanging to his vibranium arm while he dramatized his stories. He was truly happy, I could see it, and I believe everyone could. He deserved it more than anyone.
It felt peaceful, my legs were dipped in the water when Sam walked over “for the first time in a very long time, I don’t have to fight my way through.” I spoke as he sat next to me.
“I can see that, I’ve never seen you this loosened up.” I laughed at his comment.
“Me neither.” I nodded he threw his arms around my shoulder.
“I’m happy for you Gen, truly.” I nodded leaning onto him.
“And I’m so proud of you Sam, truly.” I smiled at him and stood up, pulling him up and hugged him.
“Thank you Gen.” he smiled softly “hey, food’s being served.” he noticed making me snap my neck towards him.
“Gah! Finally!” I threw my head back, he laughed and threw his arms around me again, the two of us walking over to everyone.
It was beautiful, the fairy lights swimming on top of us as me and James swayed to the music, not like the goofy dance before but just us in each other’s embrace when I looked up in realization, he furrowed his brows in concern “what?”
“You’re my home” I muttered to him, a smile slowly growing, his expressions matched mine
“And you’re mine, always and there’s no one else I’d rather be with.” he proclaimed pulling me closer as we swayed to the slow music playing, letting ourselves to relax.
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Genesis- Chapter 13
Warnings: blood, character death, violence.
A/N: look at Samuel...a literal angel
“Nessy, I think it’s time you take a break.” The girl looked up from her file looking at the source of the voice “From fighting…” He explained further making her tilt her head in confusion. It had been a week since she arrived back to Quantico, there was one case in that week which was pretty short so they were back and writing their reports on it.
“Nessy, you’ve been going from one fight to another since you found out you existed, now you’re here in the FBI hunting Serial killers. I think you should take a break.” Genesis closed her file and looked at him taking a deep breath knowing deep down Spencer Reid was right. “You know I’m right because you’re being hyper non-verbal about It.” he chuckled at her.
“I was thinking about it too.” she admitted “but I don’t want to leave you.” Spencer Reid got up gaining the attention of the other agents’ attention.
“You worry too much about me.” he laughed crouching in front of her “I’m a big boy now, I’ll be fine as long as I hear your voice every day.” he assured her.
The team listened intently to the conversation knowing where it was going to end
“But how is it fair to you guys?” she frowned when Emily Prentiss joined in.
“If we keep you here…how is it fair to you?” Genesis snorted at this “I’m really doing this?” she breathed out.
“Babe, it’s 2023 it’s not like we’ll never see each other” JJ spoke up slinging her hand on her shoulders.
“I agree Reign, it’s time you took a break for yourself, focus on you.” making the group flinch and look at the Unit chief.
Genesis was just about to reply when she felt her phone vibrate, she dug into her pocket and fetched out her phone, immediately answering it seeing that the caller was Sam Wilson, the team watched her as her expression changed to a serious one. “I’ll be there” she assured and hung up.
“One last fight?” she smiled sheepishly at her team.
I immediately flew over the city, following Sam’s coordinates, I was just over the Bridge when I saw Sam pummel to the ground with a burning chopper heading towards the civilians, I joined my arms sending a golden force field freezing the chopper and pushing it into the water.
“Nice suit!” I laughed, landing on the ground, I liked it, that doesn’t mean I won’t make fun of it.
“Don’t you dare.” he warned, knowing where I was headed throwing a comm towards me which I caught with ease.
“I didn’t say anything, take a compliment Wilson.” I pouted as we took off in different directions.
“Nice of you to join Nes!” James yelled blocking a man who tried attacking him with a metal pole, I rolled my eyes, pulling my wings in and throwing the man away with my powers.
“You’re welcome” I huffed out before the man punched me making me lose my balance.
“James go!” I yelled at him noticing Karli burning the truck, he looked at me for a second before running towards the fire. “Son of a bitch.” I cursed breaking my hands free from his grasp and throwing force at him, knocking him out.
“Genesis! Contain the fire.” James yelled, repeatedly punching the door, and I did that. I could feel my powers drain from the fire absorbing it. I hate fires.
“Hurry up!” I yelled at him.
I heard Walker call out for Karli and I turned to look at him fighting the flag smashers.
The shield? Did he make that on his own? He definitely learnt that from a DIY Halloween video.
“Reign! Why are you laughing?”
James and I moved away the fire when we saw Walker getting his ass whopped by them, James ran in leading the bad guy away from killing walker.
“Bucky!” I ran towards the ledge where he fell to see him landing on his feet, I sighed in relief which immediately went for a toss when I felt my hand being restrained away from each other. I couldn’t use my powers. I screamed in pain when they lunged at me multiple kicks to my ribs.
Fucking Super Soldiers.
I could feel myself lose conscious with a blow to my head, before I knew it I felt the wind hit my back. Everything went black.
3rd Person’s POV:
“Genesis!” James Barnes caught the Girl who fell down the bridge and quickly laid her on his lap desperately trying to wake her up
“Nes! Genesis wake up, hey open your eyes baby. Genesis! Come on” he tried patting her cheeks before cupping it “Nes! Doll come on, you can’t do this now!” he pleaded his eyes slowly filled with tears.
He looked up to see a man holding an Iron bars, he Laid the girl down and moved away from her, in turn leading the fight away from her. The brunet called for her while fighting against the enhanced man.
The crowd watched as a truck hung on the ledge, brink of destruction, John walker made the choice of saving the people in the truck than fight. James Barnes watched in terror hoping John walker would pull through. The soldier flinched when the truck fell forwards and his eyes widened in surprise when he saw a purple force surrounded the truck holding it in place, following the trail of purple, his blue eyes met Genesis’s now purple ones while she struggled to stand holding up her joined hands.
She collapsed, seeing Captain America had it under control. James ran to her as they sat on the ground, she leaned back laying her head on his chest “I’ve got you.”
“I think I should do more cardio.” she panted making the man holding his laugh.
The pair scurried to their feet when they saw the Flag-smashers surround them.
“You of all people bought into that bullshit?” Karli scoffed in disbelief.
“I'm trying something different. Maybe you should do the same” Sam spoke confidently.
The group slightly panicked when the area filled with gas making them blind to sight “This way.” Sam guided them through the smoke leading them underground.
“Hey, Baby. We're underground. We entered the tunnel on William. Heading south.” Genesis spoke into her comm walking alongside them.
“Looks like they split up. Here” Sam stopped pointing to the right, John walker ran in making them feel wary
“I got it.” Genesis and James spoke at the same time, they looked at each other and smiled. Sam rolled his eyes.
“Wait Sam! I’ll come with.” she brunette called out to him.
“Gen, I want to deal with Karli on my own, I’ll be fine, go” he nodded assuring me.
“Stay safe cap.” she mockingly saluted him running off to where James and John were.
I took out the phone that I picked from one of the flag smashers and set a rendezvous point. I turned to look at the two men who looked at me with a confused expression.
“Agent Reign with the FBI, sending you coordinates, I need a SWAT team to trap the targets.” I spoke into my phone.
“Sleight of hand.” I laughed explaining how I picked the phone and dug into my pocket to throw James his keys, he searched his pockets while I laughed.
“Damn Genesis.” he grunted lowly. I stopped in my tracks, blinking a several times at him.
Son of a bitch, he smirked walking to the meeting point.
“"Mercy bears richer fruit than strict justice"” Walker quoted I rolled my eyes and pulled out the phone showing it to the flag smashers.
“It's a great app.” I nodded with a smile and thanked the officers who surrounded them and walked away.
“Lincoln, really?” James looked at walker.
“Great man. Great quote.” He shrugged.
“Not when you say it.”
We waited for Sam to arrive, I sat there cleaning my wounds when I saw the cameras go off I looked up to see Sam carrying someone in his arms.
I looked down, I couldn’t see her. She tried so much, she died fighting and right now if her fight went to waste, it would be a shame to humanity.
I looked up to see James standing next to me, his hands fell on my back slightly caressing it.
Karli Morgenthau was kid who deserved better. So much better.
I turned my head towards Sam when I heard him talk to the senator about how wrong they were and encouraging them to take the right decision and fight.
As much as I love teasing Sam, words couldn’t explain how proud I was of him and with the looks of it, James was too. This was Sam Wilson, my best friend, speaking his mind so effortlessly made me smile till my cheeks hurt.
There was no one worthy enough to take Stevie’s Mantle than Sam, he was giving that shield a meaning, a new, better meaning.
I smirked, just ‘cause he was cap now doesn’t mean I won’t tease him , I pulled out my phone typing out ‘cute cat videos’ and pretended to be invested in it.
“Sorry, I was, uh, I was texting and so, all I heard was, um, "a Black guy in stars and stripes".” James commented pointing at his phone while I showed mine to the men, them laughing at my antics.
“Nice job, Cap.” I complimented.
“Sharon?” Sam looked at her, she was trying to tend to her bullet wound.
“Blocking my light.” She mumbled.
“We gotta get you to a hospital.” Sam commented, I rolled my eyes, as if.
“She's not gonna listen.” I said at the same time as James making me chuckle.
“It's not the worst thing that's happened to me all week.”
“Uh, Cap?” a man came running towards us making me smirk.
“I think he's talking to you.”
“all right, I’m gonna get out of here” Sharon stated and left before I could or any of us could argue with his, she left reminding me of my promise.
“Hey Sam?” I looked at him while he was getting ready to leave.
He groaned and turned towards me “just say it.” I laughed at what was coming
“You look like a pimp.” I laughed harder as he flew away flipping me off.
That left me alone with James “Genesis, you know we have to talk.” I sighed looking at him. I don’t.
“Or I can ignore my problems until it goes away.” I suggested walking away before I felt his cold vibranium hand hold on my wrist pulling me back.
“Not this time.” he mumbled softly. His hands moved from my wrists to my waist, I inhaled deeply when he leaned his forehead on mine. “You meant it?” he asked me.
“Yeah, every word” I breathed out not knowing what else to say.
“And I mean every word when I say Genesis Reign, I love you.” my eyes widened at his words. He laughed “no need to be this surprised.”
“You’re not mad?” I stuttered out. If he loved me and I pretended like I hated him. Didn’t that hurt him?
“You had your reason…now that I know the reason, I forgive you” he assured me, a smile slowly broke into my face.
“You love me?” I asked bewildered. The man I’ve been in love with…loves me back.
James Buchanan Barnes loves me.
“Like love love me?” I stumbled over my words, he threw his head back laughing.
“Genesis reign, I fucking love you, and nothing will change it.” he proclaimed sternly, I closed my eyes taking it in.
I took a deep breath and started to speak “James Buchanan Barnes, I love you too.” he chuckled before he went silent.
“Can I kiss you?” he questioned after a minute if taking in our words.
“Please do.” I whispered, before I knew it his lips crashed on to mine. My eyes fluttered close due to the pressure I felt on my lips. I kissed back tilting my head to give him better angle, I pulled back for a second before kissing him again. He cupped my cheek brushing the skin making me sigh into the kiss I could feel my heart beating loud with each passing minute, I was so going to collapse. All I could think of was how his lips felt on mine.
We pulled back, panting for air. I threw my arm around his neck bringing him closer to me while his went around my waist.
“You won’t let go right? He spoke into my hair. He kissed my hair, I shook my head with a chuckle.
“Not a chance.”
“You sure you don’t need me?” I asked him holding onto his vibranium arm, he told me about how he was going to tell Yori the Winter Soldier was to one to murder his son.
“I’m sure, I’ll be okay” he assured kissing my head, I was heading to Virginia to say my goodbyes, and it was time to take a break, live the civilian life…well till the world ends…again.
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Spot the difference game is getting harder
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courage to change— (fem!avenger x bucky!)
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲— when bucky has the idea to go see zemo to see what he knew and if he didn’t, how he could help them figure out who has made the super soldier serum. bucky then wants to break zemo out of jail making sam and y/n skeptical about it all.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭— 2.5k
𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬— angst, yelling(tad), nothin serious
𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬!— this started out fine but went down so my bad about this chapter.
the whole situation with zemo and going to see him was a tricky situation, y/n obviously wasn’t sure she would go through it. zemo obviously wasn’t fond of the avengers giving what he thought they did to his family and country. the girl wasn’t going to lie, she was there to help her dad and the avengers fight ultron but we all know how that turned out.
there was still the possibility that she would leave and head back to pepper but bucky kept trying to tell her to stay. she agreed to stay and see what zemo would say but she knew it was going to be worse then she would imagine. when all three of them made it to berlin, they all entered to go see him but bucky didn’t want sam or y/n to go in. the girl hated the smell of prison, well she just thought it smelled like bad. when they walked towards a door they stopped he wanted to tell them to stay back.
“i’m gonna go in alone—no, why?” y/n asked raising her eyebrows waiting for an answer she liked, “you’re both avengers. you know how he feel about that.” bucky told her making her shake her head in disbelief, “it’s not like you two were know for frolickin' in the sun together—he was obsessed with hydra. we have a history together. can you trust me on this? i got it.”
he looked at y/n grabbing her hand and rubbing his thumb in a circular motion telling her that it would be fine. she closed her eyes nodding before he let go and went to leave to see zemo. she leaned onto the wall where prisons could be kept on the other side of the wall. y/n inhaled then closed her eyes getting a feeling something were to happen soon but pushed it off. sam could tell something was up but never went to ask as she told them to not worry about her.
sam looked up and saw her on the wall, he stayed silent waiting for bucky to come back. she never would of thought she would be doing something by her self and without her dad on her side. she knew she wouldn’t eventually have to start i her own but she wouldn’t of imagined him leaving so soon. when tony’s funeral came around, he made the video about if he were to die then it was for them.
y/n had a video that he made her but she couldn’t bare look at it, she wasn’t ready and days would go by where she would always think about opening and playing it but never went through it. sam took this as an opportunity to ask her something about her. he went to cough obnoxiously and when she looked up, sam was leaning on the wall next to her. “so, you and torres huh?” she chuckled at his accusation, she thought he was too late but something was holding her back. she smiled, pausing then speaking up.
“no. why’d you ask?” she asked sam and he pulled up his phone and showed her the texts from him and torres. they were a bunch of them asking if she was single and asking if he could date her. she leaned over to see the last message about asking permission— “why would you need to ask permission? anyways, he’s cute i guess.” y/n wasn’t lying but she just didn’t want to be with someone at the moment or at least not him. sam pushed his phone back in his pocket then went to lean back down seeing the door open to bucky.
he walked near them, “how’d it go?” sam asked getting up to see bucky telling him that it was done, something seemed confusing about the situation to y/n. she let it go when they all went to be less to a place but bucky told them not to ask any questions until they left, the next thing he said was that he wanted to break zemo out of jail. “what are you talking about? you wanna break zemo outta jail? where the hell are we, buck? have you lost your mind?” sam question boarding him with questions about what he was thinking.
y/n couldn’t see so she ended up falling with a thud sound behind her when bucky noticed her not behind them anymore. “shit. where’d y/n go?—a flashlight would’ve been nice.” she rolled her eyes as bucky went to go pick her up from the floor and apologized. “sorry doll, we only had two.” bucky frowned pushing her forward so that she could see better and not fall like before. bucky went to continue his conversation, “we have no leads, no moves, nothing—what we have is one of the most dangerous men in the world behind bars.” sam fired back at the super soldier.
“we have eight super soldier that are loose—no, zemo will mess with our minds. especially yours. no offense.” sam told him, he still wouldn’t agree on what bucky wanted to and something as this dangerous wouldn’t be pretty. bucky went to turn on the lights then turned off his flashlight, sam doing the same. “offense. super soldiers go against everything he believes in. he is crazy, but he still has a code.” bucky walked away from him, “yeah but we’ve both been on the wrong side of that code.”
y/n still couldn’t get her wrap her mind around what the man was telling both of them and sam went to look at y/n for help. she sighed turning to look at him, “he blew up the un, he killed king t’chaka and framed you for it. did you forget that, buck? you think the wakandans forgot? well they didn’t! i know why this matters to you but it’s pushing you off the deep end.” his face softened when she used buck instead of bucky because she would always say buck when she cared about him. “we don’t know how they’re getting the serum. we don’t even know how many of them there are. look, let me walk you guys through a hypothetical. can I walk you through a hypothetical?”
when he said that, y/n and sam turned around slowly to face him although they knew he had to do something or he wouldn’t have said that. y/n shook her head looking at bucky to start, “what did you do—i didn’t do anything.” the man stuttered and y/n narrowed her eyes at him making him back up seeing that she scared him even if he was stronger, like he would like to say. “the weakest point in any system isn’t the software, the hardware, it’s the meat ware. the human element.” he looked back at them.
y/n shared a uneasy look with sam when he continued explaining what he was going through, “now, in this lockup, it’s none to one, prisoners to guards, and if two prisoners start fighting, then the protocol says four guards have to respond.” sam interrupted him not getting what he was getting at all. “so why would two prisoners randomly start fighting at that moment?—who knows? there could be many reasons... but the point is, these things escalate. lockdown procedures would have to be initiated, and with all those bodies flying left and right, wouldn’t be hard to slip down a hallway or two.”
“and if the fire alarm got tripped while the prisoners were being separated... someone could use the chaos to their advantage.” he finished when y/n breathed in biting her lip, “i don’t like how casual you’re bein' about this. this is unnatural. are you... and where are we, man?” sam asked when the front door opened and someone started walking to them.
the figure was unclear when he finally came into view and y/n, sam widened their eyes going wide. she grew confused and went to go near him, “whoa, what?” y/n started, “what are you doin' here?—i didn’t want to tell 'cause i knew you wouldn’t let this happen—what did you do?” y/n was pulled back from sam telling her he had it all. “sam we need him—you’re going back to prison!” y/n exclaimed pointing at zemo’s direction.
he took off the cap, “if i may—no!” all three of them yelled at him making zemo step back and apologize then looking back at both sam and y/n obviously upset and betrayed he would do that. he turned to sam, “when steve refused to sign the sokovia accords, you backed him. you broke the law and you struck your neck out for me.” he said then turning to look at y/n when she looked at anywhere but him. “y/n look at me. look at me.” he gently grabbed her face making her look at him and she looked up at him.
“what about when you let me go when you saw me and steve on the run, you helped me. i’m asking you to do it again—both of you.” he said letting go of her face then looking directly at sam this time, “i really think i’m invaluable—shut up.” zemo tried to say but sam wasn’t having it. it took a second before sam and y/n agreed to help him. sam looked at y/n and she nodded regretting it, “if we do this, you don’t move with our permission. okay, zemo. where do we start?” sam said, all three of them looking at him.
the next thing they all did was go and go see a car and zemo told them that it was his, skeptical form y/n and sam. this was dangerous and couldn’t be trusted but also she know where zemo was coming from when he want vengeance against the avengers.
y/n would do anything to get her mother but it was too late—she was already gone when she got to her. y/n was walking to see the cars and she stopped when she saw a yellow one. she thought it was a nice lookin car, “i spent years hunting people hydra recruited to recreate the serum. because once it’s out there, someone can create an army of people... like the avengers.” zemo turned to look directly at sam and y/n, she just stared at him.
zemo looked back into one of the cars before continuing to talk about what he was thinking, “i ended the winter soldier program once before. i have no intention to leave my work unfinished. to do this, we’ll have to scale a ladder of lowlifes.” he said walking away as sam responded, “well, join the party. we’ve already started—first stop is a woman named selby. mid-level fence i still have a line in. from there, we climb.” he left them as the three of them stayed back walking towards him.
the all started heading towards a jet, “so all this time you’ve been rich?—i’m a baron, sam. my family was royalty until your friends destroyed my country.” zemo replied back speaking russian and went to enter the jet while y/n went to get on and she missed the planes and jets. she was snobby about it but she did love them, any chance she could get on one.
when they made it to the jet and they got on, they all sat down in the seats they picked out. y/n was in front of zemo while bucky and sam were across of each other but bucky told her to move seats but she said she was fine. “just sit across of him—it’s fine.” they whispered and zemo could tell something was up, “i won’t hurt her if that’s—i’m not scared of you.” y/n told him crossing her legs and looking out the window. zemo picked up a book before looking at it, “i’m sorry. i was just fascinated by this. i don’t know what to call it, but this seems to be important. who is nakajima?” bucky looked up before sprinting up and holding zemo by the neck.
y/n looked up wanting bucky to let go of him, she hated when he got like that. it was like a part of the winter soldier was still there, “if you touch that again, i’ll kill you.” he let go before going to his seat. y/n couldn’t help but keep her eyes on the man, she never heard that name before and she also wanted to know who he was. zemo apologized, “people you’ve wronged as the winter soldier but why isn’t y/n on here.” y/n closed her eyes not wanting zemo to bring up her mother but that’s exactly what he did.
bucky tensed up, “don’t push it—you must miss your mother? i know i would and now you’re father.” she grew hot and wanted to just take all the anger she had on zemo but that wouldn’t help anything. zemo knew what he was doing and he was doing it well, he was mad about his family so he took it out on y/n. “zemo.” sam warned him not to continue, y/n felt like exploding so she got up before she excused herself.
“excuse me, i uh... need to do something real quick.” y/n closed her eyes before leaving to use the bathroom and she could hear distant yelling from sam and bucky telling him to calm down and not do anything hasty. y/n entered the bathroom then went to sit on the toilet seat and put her hands in her face, “oh dad. i can’t do this anymore.” she silently cried to herself wanting to be with her dad at that moment.
ten seconds later she heard a knock and sniffled to say something that wouldn’t sound like she was crying. “yea, yeah just gimme a second.” no use though because it sounded congested like she was sick, she opened the door and saw bucky. she sighed while wiping the tears from her eyes, “sorry, here it’s all yours—i don’t need it.” she went to wash her hands then bucky went in the bathroom to shut the door and locking it.
this was something you would seen in movies, where they would lock the doors and something else would happen. so she was confused on what was happening, he went to grab her hands and squeezing them tightly, “there isn’t a day where i don’t have nightmares about what i did to your mom—that’s wasn’t you buck.” she reassured him that the winter soldier wasn’t who he was well not anymore.
“it was still me, i put you in so much pain. you never deserved that doll.” y/n stifled a smile before looking at his blue eyes that she loved. “i could never blame you. not now, not ever.” she said letting go and rubbing her thumb over bucky’s cheek this time. she went over to out her arms around his waist and gave him a tight hug. she leaned in to kiss his cheek but stopped when she was close to his lips.
she could tell it was getting awkward and gave him a wide smile before leaving the bathroom to go back to have a seat away from everyone. all that was next was to go on ahead and finish the mission.
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Hate (Sam Wilson x F! reader)
A/N: So, Danny and I are already in the end of the semester time, so sorry if we don't update as usual. but thanks for reading, lots of luv
"You have to talk to Steve," says the girl.
"About what?" Bucky asks, leaving his book aside.
"The mission. It’s something very simple, we can do it. You and I," She answers making a face.
"It's not that, I don't like leaving Sam here, but I’m curious. What do you have against him?"
"You're kidding, right?" Bucky frowns and she scowls. "Sam hates me and I don't want to spend hours in a quinjet in awkward silence," She crosses her arms.
"What are you talking about? Sam doesn't hate anyone on the team."
"Except for me," she growls.
"Oh please —”
“What about the other night? At Tony's party. Sam was telling a very interesting and funny story, he had everyone delighted, but as I got closer, he ended the story with a bang and fled. It was pretty obvious. Even Steve asked me if we had a problem...”
“You're right, that was weird. But I don't think it's hate."
“I'm sorry, it's just that— I have a hard time thinking that he could hate you. He’s always cool with everyone and always has a smile on his face. It's quite disturbing at times..."
“With me it's different. He hates me. I don't know what I did to upset him. When we met, everything was normal, I even thought that —"
She shakes her head and sighs.
"I thought we were friends."
“Maybe you should talk to him. Don't tell him this, but he's good at giving advice and listening,” He adds.
"It’s better if you talk to Steve," She begs looking at him.
"I'll see what I can do, but I don't promise anything."
Bucky couldn't convince Steve.
He just brought it up and before the blonde could finish saying 'I don't think that's a good idea' Bucky had already given up.
When he told the girl the news, he lied saying that he had spent an hour talking to the captain.
Now the two of them are walking up the ramp of the quinjet and it doesn't take long for Sam to join. The man puts both hands on the super soldier's shoulders.
"Hey, Ex Machina. Ready to kick some butts?" He says laughing.
"The only ass I'll ever kick will be yours if you touch me again, Wilson," Bucky warns.
"Hey, save the killer sense for the bad guys," continues Sam removing his hands.
His smile disappears immediately when he sees the girl.
"Hello, (Y/N)," He says and then enters the ship.
"see? He even smiles when he bothers you!” She complains.
"This mission will last forever," Bucky groans.
The quinjet returns to the Avengers compound when everyone is asleep.
"I can't believe you turned a rescue mission in a monumental disaster, (Y/N)," growls Sam.
They both walk quickly towards the hallways of the compound. She ignores him, gritting her teeth and holding back the tears.
"How can you be so irresponsible?"
"Sam, enough," says Bucky running towards them. He knows this will end worse if he doesn't stop it.
"No, nothing like that," Sam points out and takes the girl's hand to stop her. He forces her to turn around. "I want to know why you did it."
"Are you kidding?" She growls. "If it weren't for me, you'd be dead, Wilson."
"No, Bucky was ready to watch my back. If it weren't for you, we could save the hostages without being discovered,” He says, raising his voice.
"Just forget it, okay? No one was hurt to death, leave me alone,” She tries to leave, but Sam stops her again.
“How do you want me to forget that you risked your life for something that wasn't going to happen? You're right, no one died today, but if they let you go on missions again, that’s no longer a certainty!"
"Sam!" yells Bucky.
(Y/N) removes her hand from the man's grasp, she’s crying.
"Fuck you, Sam!" She walks away.
"You have five minutes to vent before I make you talk to her," says Bucky arriving at the gym where Sam finishes his workout.
"What?" He asks putting his things in a bag.
“Don't act like an idiot. You know what I'm talking about,” He reaches his side and crosses his arms.
Sam rolls his eyes.
"What do you want me to say, man?"
“Why do you hate (Y/N)?
"You should go get your ears checked," Bucky growls
“I don't hate her. I could never,” says Sam.
"She thinks you hate her, and after the mission, you only confirmed her suspicions."
"Yes, I know. I know I overdid myself that night. I'm sorry."
"It doesn't seem like you are."
"It's not that simple, Buck."
"You just have to talk, damn it!. This happens to me for meddling, I won’t do it again," He says and hits Sam’s arm
"Why was that? I thought we had already gone through this phase!” He complains.
"Talk to her. Now. Before it gets worse. Who knows when I'll get another chance,” he says and then walks towards the exit.
"Another chance for what?" Sam asks, but Bucky ignores him. "Buck! ...I’ll have to sleep with one eye open… again."
"Hey," says Sam outside Y/N’s room.
She lifts her head and her body tenses when he sees who it is.
"What do you want?" She says and then turns her back on him. She keeps packing clothes in a suitcase. Sam frowns at her.
"You’ll go too?"
"The others still think I can help out on missions," She mutters.
"Uh, yeah. About that...” says Sam nervous. He enters the room. "Can we talk?"
"I'm busy," she answers ignoring him.
Sam begins to lose his patience. He doesn't want to rush and ruin everything, but her attitude only makes him more nervous.
"I don't hate you."
That makes her actions stop. "What?"
"I don't hate you, (Y/N)," He gets closer. "I could never do it."
“So why do you act so strange when you see me? You run away from me as if I had a disease and you never joke with me as you do with others."
"Uh-I, yeah. I can explain it,” He says. She raises an eyebrow and puts her full attention on him. Sam sighs and tries to collect his thoughts. "No — it's not easy...”
"Sam," she says quietly and he looks back. "Be honest, please."
"I can't control myself when you're around," He begins. "That’s never happened to me. Normally, I'm very good with women,” He chuckles nervously. “I don’t joke with you because I'm afraid of overdoing myself and that somehow it’ll bother you and you won't want to be by my side. I've always used humor for everything, but when I see you, it's like my brain pushes a button to make me look stupider than I am and I can't control it. What frustrates me the most is that you have no idea of the power you have over me. It’s only enough for me to see you or someone say your name and it takes me down. I'm sorry for what I said on the mission, I didn't mean to hurt you. I was scared at the idea that I could lose you...”
"I—I'm sorry too..." She stammers. "When I saw that man pointing at you, I panicked... you're right, I didn't think of the plan and I almost ruined everything—"
"Hey no," He takes her hand. “You should not blame yourself for that, it has happened to all of us, we want to protect the team. I was an idiot to yell at you, I'm sorry."
She thinks for a few seconds.
"All this time I thought you hated me, but do I really make you nervous?" She says with a small smile.
"Uh, yeah," Sam grimaces. "I'm sorry for that too, I didn't know how to handle... my brain."
She laughs and reaches up to caress his cheek.
“Before all this, I came to think that it’d be a good idea to go out. Just you and I."
He looks at her.
Her response is a sweet, quick kiss on Sam's lips.
"What!?" He squeals, making her laugh.
"That’s all you’ll say?"
"Brain out of order."
“Fine, when it works again, maybe we could talk about a date. What do you say?"
"Okay," he answers, but he still can't believe it.
"Everything’s good now or do I have another chance to hit Sam?" Bucky walks past the room.
The couple looks at him.
"We’re having a date!" yells Sam with the huge smirk.
Bucky laughs at the excitement. He looks inside the room to see the girl and she nods.
"Huh, who’d say that my help would do something like this? " He says surprised. "My work here is done."
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babysitter || b.b
PAIRINGS! dad’sbestfriend!bucky x f!reader
SUMMARY! bucky looks after his friend’s daughter as both her parents decide to go on a well deserved date.
WARNINGS! age gap (reader is 18), 18+ minors please do not interact, spanking, cheating (undefined relationship), unprotected sex, verbal bucky, breeding kink, fluffy ending
A/N! my first post! (on this account) my old acc was shadowbanned and it wouldn’t lift so.. here i am! hope u enjoy <3
it would never be the same. not after that night at the bar.
bucky was invited to a bar with his bestfriend and his daughter for her first drink. the night moved quick, one second they were laughing at the small t.v, the next bucky was locking the bathroom with the girl in his arms.
he had her over the sink, plowing into her mercilessly. the small room was filled with her loud moans and cries as her cunt was being abused by bucky. her knuckles were white from the grip she had on the sink.
her head was dazed and she was in an area of full pleasure. bucky’s hands were imprinted into her hips in dark bruises, which restricted her from wearing jeans for a few weeks.
she was restricted from walking due to how deep bucky decided to fuck her, hitting every spot inside of her. her walking was limp and slow, yet none of her parents even noticed. the feeling of him inside of her remained for days.
bucky was like a drug, she had a crush on him since she was thirteen and to finally have to chance for him inside of her, she couldn’t help but accept it the second it was brought up.
she didn’t care about the consequences that would soon creep up, like not being able to sit in the same room together, or y/n’s parents catching onto the obvious awkward tension. their usual thursday night dinners weren’t as exciting as they once were.
y/n’s parents decided to have a date night, turning to the only person they knew that could handle their daughter. bucky. he stayed in the living room, watching the tv with a bag of chips in his lap.
y/n was in her room, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. her legs were crossed and in the air, while her lip with sitting comfortably between her teeth. “i miss you.” the male voice said over the phone. her thighs squeezed together as she giggled with a blush.
the conversation went on for almost an hour, slight giggles followed by words. “y/n! come down!” bucky yelled from the living room, where he was holding his phone and the number for a pizza place. “i have to go, i’ll call you tomorrow.” she said, hanging up the phone.
she walked downstairs and smiled at bucky awkwardly. “im ordering pizza, what do you want?” he asked, punching the number into the phone. “nothing, i’m not hungry.” she said, going to walk away. “hey! hey, c’mon, you’re hungry, i know you.” he said, making her roll her eyes.
“i’m really not, i have an ice cream in the freezer.” she said, giving him a quick smile. bucky put the phone down and sighed. “whatever y’say.” he said, walking to the kitchen. he opened up the freezer, pulling out her tub of ice cream. “hey! that’s mine!” she complained. she walked over to try and take it, which failed.
bucky lifted it with a smirk. y/n groaned and pushed him slightly. “don’t make me spank you.” he said, grabbing a spoon. y/n rolled her eyes and walked upstairs. bucky chuckled as she walked off in huff. she picked up her phone again and punched in her friends number. “i’m sneaking out, do you want to go to starbucks?” she asked once she picked up.
“yeah okay, i’ll meet you there.” her friend replied. y/n smiled and walked back downstairs. “buck?” she asked, walking over to the couch. bucky looked over at her, mouth full of ice cream didn’t stop him from flashing a bright smile. “can i go out with my friends?” she asked, sitting next to him.
she took a chance to place her hand on his thigh, moving it up slowly. “bubbles, your curfew.” he whispered, looking down at her hand. y/n smirked and placed her hand over his crotch. “c’mon, what’s a few hours?” she whispered, leaning up and kissing under his ear.
bucky smirked and gripped her ass. “not a chance.” he whispered into her ear. y/n groaned and pulled away, crossing her arms. bucky bit his lip and looked her up and down. “go on back up to bed and stop irritating me.” he said, hitting her thigh slightly.
she huffed and walked upstairs, thinking of ways to get out. she called her friend again, telling her to wait about an hour so bucky could fall asleep and that she would call her again when she left.
all she did during the hour was sit in her room and wait, it was starting to get late so she decided it was time to leave. she walked downstairs quietly and walked to the door. “should’ve left through your dads office, would’ve brought you right to the yard.”
y/n jumped and gasped, falling against the door. “fuck! jesus bucky you cunt!” she yelled, throwing her head back, falling against her door. bucky smirked and looked over at her. “get over here, y’need to be punished.” bucky teased, patting his lap.
y/n groaned and walked over, sitting on his lap. “no, no, like this.” bucky said as he lifted her up, bending her over his lap. “bucky i’m not four—“ she started, being stopped by her skirt being filled up. bucky rolled his eyes and slowly massaged her ass, before slapping it roughly.
“dick!” she yelped, gripping his thigh. bucky shook his head with a scoff. “you count them, not shout at me.” he said, slapping her ass again. it was quickly followed by a low ‘two.’ bucky smirked and continued spanking her.
her ass was red and throbbing, tears were staining her cheeks. “that hurt, darlin’?” he asked as he continued to spank her. y/n whimpered and continued to count the spanks. bucky pulled on her panties and pushed them down her legs.
her eyes squeezed shut as she knew where this was going. “tell me to stop, and i will, if you don’t i’ll keep going.” bucky whispered, rubbing her clit with his middle finger. she whimpered and opened her eyes. “good girl.” he whispered, sliding a finger inside of her.
y/n opened her mouth and moaned softly, her eyebrows knitting together. bucky slid another finger in, pumping them in and out slowly. y/n moaned louder, her stomach tightening slowly. “that’s right, bubbles, nice n’ loud for me.” some how, the childhood nickname turned her on more.
bucky moaned his fingers faster, curling them and fucking her knuckle deep. y/n was pulling on his jeans, screams threatening to fall from her mouth. “c’mon, bubbles, give it to me.” he whispered, playing with her hair.
y/n felt the knot in her stomach tighten, ready to release. she let go, loud moans slipping from her mouth. “that’s it.” he mumbled, rubbing his fingers all over her slit, collecting her release before sticking his finger in his mouth.
“so sweet.” he said, lifting her up. bucky looked up at her with complete love in his eyes. “gonna fuck a baby in you, gonna take you away.. italy, live the life we want together.” he whispered, kissing her softly.
y/n placed her hands on his face, kissing him hungrily. she hadn’t ever thought of life after the moment, life if she left with bucky. of course he sprung up the idea last time they did it, but she never took time to think about it.
he unbuckled his belt and hurriedly pulled down his pants, not wanting to waste anymore time. “c’mon bubbles, lay down.” he smirked, helping her down onto the leather couch. oh how she would regret agreeing to a leather couch.
she opened her legs for him, like she did before. he knew he would have her wrapped around his fingers, for his use always. “fuck.” bucky whispered before hovering over her. he slid in quickly, moaning at the tightness of her. y/n followed with a loud moan, gripping his hips.
“whenever you’re ready, bubbles.” he said, his breathe suddenly being taken away from him. all he wanted to do was fuck her dripping cunt until she was brain dead and the only word she knew was his name. she nodded and softened her grip on his hips.
bucky smirked and started thrusting slowly, earning moans from each of them. “faster— please.” y/n begged with a small whimper. bucky nodded and complied, thrusting faster. his quick thrusts soon turned rough, merciless. y/n’s head was thrown back and her back was arched.
small sweat beads appeared on her body, sticking to the leather. bucky had sweat dripping everywhere, the quick and rough thrusts being a good work-out. bucky gripped her hips and continued to thrust into her, the bruises from last time reappearing.
“so good— fuck.” bucky moaned as he lifted her legs, placing them on his shoulder to go deeper. y/n let out a loud scream, gripping onto the sides of the couch. “fuck!” she moaned, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. bucky smirked and moved his hands up her shirt.
he fondled with her breasts, showing each of them equal affection before letting go. he felt a knot in his stomach appear abruptly, making him gasp. the living room was filled with the loud slapping of skin, followed by moans and cries.
“that’s right, y’take me so fuckin’ good, s’like you’re made for me.” bucky moaned as he wrapped his arm around her wrists, pushing them above her head. he continued to snap his hips against hers, moaning at the tightness.
y/n felt dizzy, not like she was going to pass out, like she was drop-dead drunk. she hadn’t ever felt like this, it felt amazing. she felt loose, and unhinged, a feeling she would crave from now on. the knot in her stomach tightening again.
“bucky! oh god.” she whispered, her toes curling. her face scrunched together in satisfaction. the knot snapped loose, making her yelp as she released her second orgasm. she felt a tingle in her legs.
bucky smiled and kept his thrusts deep, not caring about how hard or fast he was going, all he wanted was to plant himself deep inside of her. “fuck.” he groaned as he released inside of her, continuing to thrust.
“gonna make you a pretty momma, havin’ my baby.” bucky moaned, thrusting his seed deep into her. he pulled out and sighed, falling on top of her. “oh god.” he whispered, kissing her clothed shoulder. y/n gasped and gripped his shoulders.
bucky took a few seconds before getting up. “you speak french, right?” he asked, taking his phone off the table. she nodded and took her panties off the floor. “wanna move in together? in france?” he asked, looking into her eyes.
“dont joke about that.” she chuckled, pulling her panties up her legs. “i’m not, let’s start a new life, we just drop everything here and run away, the two of us, forever.” bucky said, grabbing her arm and placing his forehead on hers.
“i know you want to.” he said softly, placing a kiss on her lips. the kiss was slow and passionate. “i can book two tickets for a flight in three hours, we can leave all this.. we won’t have to hide anymore.” bucky finished.
y/n bit her lip before nodding and wrapping her arms around his neck. “whatever, i can always come back.” she said, sitting on his naked lap. bucky smiled and kissed her.
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Hello, Stef! I'm so glad that you're back. I hope your break was restful and comforting for you 💜 Can I request something soft and comforting with SamBuckyxReader? My life has been pretty stressful the last couple of months (getting ready to move to a new city in a new state plus grad school kicking my behind). I could just use something soft and comforting.
A/N: My break was very good and much needed. I hope you are doing better today, but you’re valid for feeling overwhelmed with that much going on. If you ever need anything, I’m here for you x
You pressed your knuckles against your eyes and let out a frustrated huff. It was the only way to keep you from crying after the events of today.
The coffee shop you usually go to ran out of your favorite breakfast sandwich just as you arrived; you spilled your tea all over your laptop, and it had already been on its last leg of life as it was; and then you woke up to a lovely email from your boss informing you that the presentation you had been working on endlessly for the last few months would no longer be happening. They decided to go in a different direction entirely despite all of your hard work.
You were the universe’s punching bag today, and it took everything in you not to break.
Two hands wrapped around your wrists and forced your hands away from your eyes. You looked down and saw Sam kneeling in front of the bed, looking up at you with so much concern in his eyes that you nearly broke just at the sight of him. Your bottom lip started to tremble, but you quickly sucked in a harsh breath to stop yourself.
“What do you need from us?” He asked gently. He gestured over to Bucky, who was standing in the doorway, trying his best not to run over and pull you into his arms right then. “You know that man will run anywhere you asked him too.”
Bucky chuckled. “I get it, I get it. I’m whipped. You don’t need to call me out right now.”
You let out a watery laugh and shrugged. Honestly you weren’t sure exactly what you wanted, but you knew you wanted the company of your boys at least. Just their presence made you feel a little bit lighter.
You slipped back to the top of the bed and crawled under the covers. You purposefully lifted the edge of the blanket up until they got the hint and crawled in after you. Bucky on your left, and Sam on your right. They never really cared what side they were on as long as you were squished in the middle.
“You sure this is all you need?” Bucky whispered in your ear.
“Because we’ll be glad to get something for you if you need anything,” Sam added in with a warm smile.
“This is all I need,” you murmured. “I just want you two.”
Their arms wrapped around your body and completely engulfed you. You felt so warm and protected, you could have stayed there forever if you had the chance to. And you had a feeling they wouldn’t complain about it either.
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Chapter 44 // Ghost Resurfaces
Live in six hours (Sunday, May 9 12:00am MDT)
That man was the only one that he had gotten a good look at. And his face was seared into his memory. His eyes were almost glowing yellow, the sneer on his lips making him look...unhinged.
Bucky slammed his back against a wall, bracing himself against it to hold himself up. A headache was scorching behind his eyes. The pain was almost unbearable as he returned himself to the fray.
| Battle Scarred : Aftermath | »Darke15
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Legacy: Part Five
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four
A/N: Hey y’all! I hope you’ve had a great week! Sorry for the large gap between these few parts. I have been swamped on schoolwork because of AP exams coming up. I do not own any of these characters except (y/n)! Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!
Summary: Zemo has one plan to get to the source of the serum in Madripoor; the winter soldier. After a fiasco in low-town, the three of you run into an old ally who is willing to help you in your mission.
Warnings: mentions of blood, minor character death, typical cannon violence, angst, some fluff
(y/n) - your name
(y/l/n) - your last name
(y/n/n) - your nickname
(y/h/c) - your hair color
Italics - flashbacks
As I was slowly waking up, I hear the words I never wanted to hear; “James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.” Suddenly wide awake, I shoot up out of my chair.
“No! Absolutely not! Bucky, you’re not him anymore!”
“Hey, take it easy, (y/n/n). You’re still hurt.” Bucky says softly. “As much as I hate it too, it’s the only way, doll.”
“You’re serious? James, come on! This is the same Zemo who made you fight all of us in 2016!”
Bucky stands up from his chair and walks towards me, gently grabbing my uninjured arm. He leads me away from the cabin and into the small kitchen where we could have some privacy. To my surprise, he immediately envelopes me into a hug, careful of my injuries.
Burying my face in his shoulder, I quietly ask, “Bucky, how are you actually feeling about this?
“I’m okay.” I know he’s lying because I can physically feel him tense up at the question.
“I’m terrified, (y/n). The last time I was him, I fought you, Steve, and the other Avengers.....I know I just have to act like him, but it just brings me back there.”
I pull away so I can look him in the eyes. “You didn’t have a choice then, but you do now. You’re finally in a good place. Please don’t do this Buck.”
“I hate this, but I have to. It’s the only way to find out where the serum is coming from.”
I sigh, stepping back from him to lean against the counter. “If I can’t change your mind, I’m coming with you.”
His expression hardened. “No. Absolutely not. You’re still hurt. You still have to wear a sling and have a cast on your hand!”
To make a point, I quickly take my arm out of my sling before he could stop me.
“Damn it, (y/n)!”
“See?” I move my arm around in a circle, biting back a groan because of the pain radiating from my bicep. “I’m fine!”
“You’re so damn stubborn!” He huffs before storming out of the room.
I can’t believe he’s actually going this, and I really don’t know why he’s trusting Zemo. I can’t help but think back to Berlin and all the problems surrounding our “Civil War.”
Zemo’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts. “James has informed me that you are going to be accompanying us to Madripoor. Here is your attire for the mission.” I take the dress he was holding out to me and hold it up to my figure.
“It doesn’t leave much to imagination, does it?”
“You will have to play as Smiling Tiger’s date. Sam will be playing him and James and I will be playing as ourselves.”
Scoffing at the fact Zemo thinks Bucky is only the Winter Soldier, I turn and walk into the bathroom to get changed.
The dress is upper thigh length, form fitting, dark green, and completely covered in sequins. It has a plunging neckline that makes me very self conscious of my physique. As I’m looking in the mirror, my mind wanders to the last time I got dressed up like this. Nat and I had went out for a girls night just a few weeks before the tragic mission in Lagos. She always had told me that I had to be willing to go out of my comfort zone for missions and just everyday life. Our current situation definitely qualifies as out of my comfort zone.
With every movement of my arm, it sent sharp pains through my bicep. I sneak into the kitchen and take more pain medicine without anyone else seeing, then go back to the bathroom. When I was almost done fixing my hair and makeup, I hear a knock on the door.
“Here are some shoes.” It was Bucky. I can tell he is still angry at me but I really don’t care. There’s no way I would let him go anywhere with Zemo without me, even if Sam was there.
“Thanks.” I open the door and grab the shoes as I walk past him. He grabs my uninjured hand, stopping my movement. I turn towards him and I was not expecting the look I got from him. It was like his anger had faded away as soon as he saw me.
“Wow. You look so beautiful, doll. I really like that on you.” His warmth filled eyes roamed my body and lingered where the dress was tightest on my curves. That was when I noticed the uniform he was wearing. It was very similar to the actual Winter Soldier vest that Bucky wore in D.C.
“Thanks James. I wish I could say I like yours.”
“I know. I don’t like it either.....look, I’m sorry about earlier. I just don’t want you getting hurt again.”
I nod as I sit on the seat to look at the heels he gave me. They were four inch black block heels with ankle straps. Surprisingly, they fit me perfect. Standing up, I pull the dress down, trying to cover as much exposed skin as I can.
Bucky looked like he was about to say something but stopped at the sight of Sam walking in the room. I look over to him and immediately start laughing. He was wearing a dark red suit with yellow circles and all types of decorations.
Looking to over to Bucky, I continue to laugh as a smile cracks on his face.
“Shut up, (y/l/n).”
Zemo walks in. “Time to go.”
Bucky and I haven’t said much to each other since his apology. We’re currently walking on a bridge, making our way to Madripoor.
“We have to do something about this. I'm the only one who looks like a pimp.” Sam complains.
“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward Black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man you're supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.” My eyes widen and a laugh threatens to leave my lips at Zemo’s words.
“He even has a bad nickname.” Zemo leans over and shows Sam a picture of Smiling Tiger on his phone. “Hell, he does look like me, though.
As I take a deep breath, my nose burns from some horrid scent. “You smell this?”
“Yeah, what is that? Acid?”
A car approaches us and stops about 10 feet ahead of us. As we all walk towards the car, Zemo starts talking again.
“Madripoor. No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There's no margin for error. High Town's that way. Not a bad place if you wanna visit, but Low Town's the other way.”
Bucky opens his mouth for the first time in a while. “Let me guess. We don't have any friends in High Town.”
He gets no response as Zemo gets into the car and waits for the rest of us to get in. Bucky opens the door for me and gently grabs my hand.
“Please be careful. And know I’m sorry for whatever I may have to do.”
“Always, James.” I lean up and kiss him on the cheek before getting in the car, where he gets in next to me.
Arriving in the club, I could practically feel every man’s eyes on me. It made me feel so objectified, and Sam caught onto this. He pulled me closer to him by my waist and whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” into my ear. Looking over at Bucky, I see that it’s hard for him to keep his cool at all of these men looking me up and down. Even though he is frustrated with me, and vice versa, he still is my boyfriend. We make eye contact for a short second and his eyes convey a thousand emotions.
As we’re walking through the club, the people surrounding us start to notice and chatter about who was with us; the Winter Soldier. Finally making it to the bar, a bartender approaches us, looking at Sam.
“Hello, gentlemen.......and lady. Wasn't expecting you, Smiling Tiger.”
Seeing Sam somewhat panic, Zemo saves him. “His plans changed. We have business to do with Selby.”
“What would you like, sweetheart?”
I clear my throat, “Just water please.” He gives me a weird look but hands me a glass.
This time he turns to Sam. “The usual?”
He nods and the bartender turns around and grabs a snake from a jar on a shelf. Sam looks at me with wide eyes as I suppress another laugh. The man cuts into the snake’s stomach, grabs something out of it, and drips
“Ah. Smiling Tiger, your favorite.” Zemo jabs with a smirk.
Looking extremely uncomfortable, Sam picks up his drink. “I love these.”
“Cheers, Conrad.” They clink their glasses together and Zemo drinks his shot straight away. Sam, on the other hand, just puts the glass to his lips. Getting a whiff of the strong stench, he groans, moving it to his eye level.
“Mmm.” He brings it to his lips once again but hesitates on drinking it. With a final, groan, he downs the drink while I just sip my water, trying not to laugh. Bucky subtly nods and looks away with a tiny smirk in order to stop himself from laughing too.
Eyeing Sam suspiciously, the bartender walks away. Immediately, our attention is stolen by a bald man with a bushy beard.
“I got word from on high. You ain't welcome here.”
“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me...” Zemo gestures mover to Bucky.
“New haircut?” The man asks.
Taking a breath, Zemo finishes, “Or bring Selby for a chat.”
With that, the man walks away and I find myself drawing closer and closer to Sam out of fear of what might soon happen. Zemo turns towards Bucky as he grumbles.
“A power broker? Really?”
“Every kingdom needs its king. Let's just pray we stay under his radar.” This is the first time I’ve ever seen Zemo even moderately scared over a potential adversary.
Sensing there was something he wasn’t telling us, I break my silence. “Do you know him?”
“Only by reputation. In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner.”
Within a few seconds of Zemo’s comment, another burly man walks towards us. As soon as the Baron started speaking Russian, I knew what was about to happen, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. The only thing I could do was hold onto Sam and try not to act like it bothered me.
“Зимний солдат. Атака.”
When the man placed his hand on Zemo’s shoulder, Bucky sprang into action, grabbing his hand and clotheslining him. As more men ran towards him, he continued to take them out.
Zemo leaned over to Sam and I, whispering, “Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.”
At his comment, I almost punched him but Sam gripped my waist tighter, warning me not to. As if he felt my blood pressure rising, Bucky ended the fight by slamming a man onto the counter with his hand around the guy’s neck. Suddenly, guns were being cocked all around us and Sam placed a hand on Bucky’s vibranuim arm.
“Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us.” Warns Zemo in a whisper.
He turns to Bucky. “Молодец, солдат.”
The whole bar is silent until the bartender from earlier breaks it. “Selby will see you now.”
Bucky slowly lets go of the wheezing man who then falls onto the floor. He quickly looks over at me with a look I can’t identify except as shame. I wish I could run to him and give him a hug, saying everything is okay. Sadly, we have roles to play.
As Sam and I walk closer to him, Sam asks, “You good?” All James does in response is inhale sharply and nod quickly before walking away. Having enough of the act, I reach out for his hand. I’m quickly stopped by Zemo who gives me a death stare that reads, “Stay in character.” As much as I hate it, he’s right. Taking my place on Sam’s arm, I silently pray nothing else will go wrong in our mission.
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Lol this is me-
Avengers x Male!Reader
Marvel Preferences: How They Deal With You Being A Wild Sleeper
Steve is surprised and tries to sleep through your movements. He eventually gets used to you being a wild sleeper, chuckling when you end up hugging his torso in your sleep. But he doesn't say anything about it the next day because he's afraid of making you feel bad.
Bucky isn't really bothered by it since he doesn't really sleep anyway. When he realizes you clinging to him in your sleep, he blushes and carefully moves away from you so he can give you more space, only to blush even more when you would end up moving closer to him or nearly sleeping ontop of him.
Tony is annoyed, and literally wakes you up everytime your arms and legs are in his face, along with making a bunch of snarky comments (aka calling you an octopus and saying he's better off sleeping in his lab). The next morning, you're hugging his waist and he's just groaning while trying to escape from your grasp.
Sam tries to find a way so where he can be as comfortable as you are, and he succeeds...sometimes. He's waking up at the middle of the night with your arms in his face, so sometimes, you'll wake up the next morning to see him sleeping on the chair or couch.
(Lmao is this even an appropriate gif) Scott ends up pinning you in his sleep so you might have a hard time moving, anyway. He's also a wild sleeper so if you're the same way, he ends up taking up more than half of the bed so he's going to end up sleeping ontop of you or you're going to end up falling off the bed.
Peter tries his best to sleep over your movements and squeaks whenever he feels your body move on his side of the bed. He ends up on the very edge of the bed because he doesn't want to wake you up. However, if he's really tired, he just lets it happen and falls asleep.
At first, Bruce would freeze and then carefully just tries to move you back to your side of the bed or if your arms or legs are in his face, he tries to get them off him, trying not to wake you up while he does so. Nowadays, he just lets you cling to him or move in your sleep since he's gotten more used to it over time.
It doesn't really bother Thor. In fact, he's more of a hugger when it comes to sleeping with you so when he finds out you move alot in your sleep, he just wraps his arms around you tightly so that you can't really move.
Loki is surprised but just lets you move around. He does get a little annoyed, but for the most part, he lets it go. Loki easily knows how to sleep through your movements and doesn't really mind if he finds you clinging to him in your sleep.
Pietro wraps you up in a blanket (like a burrito), so you're probably not going to be able to move. He always comments about you getting upset when you wouldn't be able to get out of your covers the next morning because of how tightly he wrapped them around you.
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Avengers x Male!Reader
Marvel Preferences: You Have A Habit of Wandering Off
Steve always expects you to wander off so he's not surprised anymore when he finds out you're missing, but that doesn't stop his worry. He always scolds you on not to wander off because something can happen to you, only to get frustrated when you would just wander off anyway. He makes sure you're by his side during missions and constantly making sure you're focused.
The first time you wandered off and he found out you were gone, he literally had a panic attack and freaked out. He wouldn't stop until he found you, and he immediately hugged you when he did, relived, and you may have felt bad when you saw he was on the verge of crying. Nowadays, he just wants to accompany you whenever you go and always suggests he goes with you for protection if you protest. He's pretty protective anyway, so it's gonna be difficult getting him off you.
While the team is wondering where you went, Tony sarcastically says you took a vacation, not surprised. Tony can easily track you down and just meet up with you where ever you are. He talks about putting a kid leash on you, but you have a hard time telling if he's actually being serious or not...
Sam usually teases you about on where you're wandering off to. It's easy for him to stop and remind you to stay focused, but if you somehow end up wandering off, he uses Redwing to find you and just leads the way back.
Scott freaks out everytime you wander off. It happens everytime because he gets distracted easily and then when he realizes your gone or when someone points it out, he starts panicking and yelling about how you were just right next to him. The next minute, he calls your name while looking for you so that you can come to him.
Peter freaks out and searches every part of the city to look for you (Spiderman style) so he can find you as quickly as possible. He makes sure to memorize the routes of the city so that it can be quicker to track you down. Peter always asks and makes sure you're not harmed, and suggests you stay with him so you're safer.
He holds your hand or wrist when you're going through crowded areas, and uses his spider senses when he feels you slipping away.
At first, Thor was really worried that he couldn't find you and wouldn't stop until he did. He called Hemidall to have your location (Hemidall was like, 'how many times do I have to find this dude'). Nowadays, he laughs wholeheartedly and wonders what you're up to, wanting to join you on what you were doing or looking for. (He also calls you an 'Adventurous Midgardian'.)
At first, Loki was really iffy about you wandering off all the time because he suspected you were hiding something from him. Until he found out about your wandering off habit...
Since he's always expecting you to wander off, it's pretty easy for him to follow and find you (magic and all) and when he does, he has an unamused look on his face. Loki is already protective of you, so he's not pleased with you just wandering off. He makes sure he atleast has a hand on your shoulder or around your waist.
PFFT, Pietro? You can't wander off because he's either always ahead of you or you're just not fast enough. You're always going to get caught when you wander off, and he can easily just pick you up and bring you back to the Tower or your house.
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Missed Opportunities - Helmut Zemo x Reader | Chapter 2
Here it is! I'm managed to whip up another part to this story. I hope you all enjoy this next bit!
If you missed out on Part 1, it's here.
Word Count: 2300 and some change
Side Note: Obviously, I have taken some liberties with the plot and timeline of TFATWS. So this will be loosely based on the timings of what has happened, but will not be a chronological order of events occurred.
Much love to you, and thank you for the inspiration! And yes, there will be a Part 3 because this was more of a set-up chapter. So hopefully you won't be too disappointed with this one.
As things turned out, your conversation with Bucky and Sam went surprisingly well. Once you were finally able to say your own piece and explain the entire story, a lightbulb seemed to have gone off within both of them.
Sam, of course, was the most understanding, realizing that the reaction Zemo had was surely due to the intense trauma of what happened. He went on to explain; he had seen those types of emotional outbursts between complete strangers who had similar experiences when The Blip happened. They would come into support groups to tell their own stories, once upon a time when the world began trying to make sense of what happened.
He said it was normal. And Sam was right, he's always right. It was a perfectly logical explanation, and those are the things you look for and stood by.
Nothing about Zemo's reaction felt normal. The connection upon seeing him again twisted up your insides and set your nerve endings on fire. None of your previous interactions ever gave you pause like this. No, this was different. Seeing the raw emotion on his face. The intensity of how closely he wrapped you into his body, as if he were trying to consume your entire being. You were held so closely to him, you could felt the beat of his heart, hear the raggedness of his breath, and sense the tremors beneath his fingertips.
Clearly what happened had changed you both. It would be hard not to given the enormity of the event. Again, you tried to think back to your time visiting him over the past couple of years in prison. Was there always a connection between you? Simmering beneath the surface? And The Blip was simply the catalyst to uncovering something hidden? You scoffed. Now you were just entertaining nonsense. Yes, it was emotional, but this was Zemo we're talking about. There's always a reasoning behind his actions, and they're usually executed in ways that only benefit him.
And just like that, logic and sanity had finally returned to you, like a cold bucket of ice water dowsing you over the head.
You remember looking to Bucky after Sam had finished his explanation and acceptance of everything that had transpired. You had sagged in relief noticing he had taken the information in stride and was no long on the defensive. However, in the following days after, you would always catch him now and again eyeing Zemo with some sort of suspicion. You figured with how manipulative the slightly unhinged genius could be, James was simply keeping a watchful eye on him. And why should he? We all should. Zemo was not to be trusted, and yet - deep down, you felt as if you were lying to yourself. That when push came to shove, you could trust him.
And that scared you.
All of you were gathered around the kitchen island discussing tactics on where to locate Karli. Bucky had pitched we should be looking in isolated and abandoned areas, but Sam had different feelings on the subject. He felt they should be looking in more highly populated areas, as he believed they would want to try and blend in with the community like normal citizens.
So of course they start bickering, again.
You wanted to roll your eyes at them in utter exasperation, but held back. Instead you settle for a face palm as you continue to map out possible routes Karli and the Flag-Smasher may travel to stay accessible, but not completely visible to the public eye.
As you were zooming into a particular area that looked promising, you felt the brush of someone's hand against yours to the right of where you were sitting.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who it was. Sam and Bucky were still debating who's idea would bring around to most promising results in the short amount of time we had before Karli decided to strike again.
You peered up at Zemo thinking he was hovering to catch a glimpse of what you were working on, but instead you were surprised to see he had simply poured you a cup of tea and set it next to you.
The brush of the hand was deliberate though. This you knew for a fact. Over the past few days since your little reunion, you noticed Zemo had been silently giving you brief bouts of physical contact. Nothing overtly sexual in nature. In fact, they were quite light and fleeting. Sometimes, it was a brush of his hand against yours, a soft touch at your lower back or the slide of his fingers against a hip as he walked past you.
You weren't quite sure what to make of the actions. They certainly didn't disrupt you, but your body always took immediate notice when he did it.
The chair you were sitting in had swiveled when you went to look at Zemo. You had planned on quietly thanking him, but he had already moved to the opposite side of the island to observe the land markings Sam had drawn up on a paper map.
You gently picked up the tea cup and brought it to your lips. The warmth of the tea emanating from the cup was a balm for your hands. Before taking a sip, you closed your eyes and inhaled the scent of the tea. Ah. Cherry blossom. Apparently, a favorite of his according to James.
When you opened your eyes, Zemo was now watching you. You tilted your head to the side and smiled graciously at him, mouthing a 'Thank you' in reply to his kind gesture.
The corner of his lip twitched up in response to your thanks, nodding back at you. He held his gaze as you took a sip of the tea.
Your eyebrows shot up as you swallowed the tea. It was quite delicious. You pointed to the cup and nodded your head up and down in quick succession to show your appreciation.
You could tell Zemo was holding in a chuckle, but refrained from expressing himself fully. You had narrowed your eyes, and thought about calling him out on it, but ultimately decided against it. Instead you motion your head to Sam and Bucky acknowledging their ridiculousness. Zemo just dismissed them with a, 'What did you expect?' type of look.
Finally you had enough of the two knuckle-heads on the other side of the kitchen and decided to intervene on their behalf otherwise they would never accomplish anything today.
"You guys planning on coming to a conclusion any time soon, or should I start selling tickets to this show?"
James stopped his rant and turned to you, "He started it," pointing his finger at Sam. "Sam just doesn't want to admit that my prospective places have added value that his don't."
"Now wait, that's not entirely true Bucky. I just think -," Sam started in again, but you had cut him off before he could finish.
"For the love of - how old are you two? It amazes me Steve got as much done as he did with you two around," you shook your head in feigned disbelief.
You might have felt bad about your slight outburst, but it was absolutely worth it to witness the sheepish expressions on both Sam and Bucky's faces. You wished you had snapped a picture. Definitely would have made it your new lock screen on your phone.
"If it's okay, I'd actually like to offer a third option," you said, motioning them over with a flourish wave of your hands.
As Sam and Bucky moved over to you, you shifted your eyeline to Zemo, "You too Zemo. Let's get your opinion on this as well since you are a resident to the area and more familiar with its surroundings than we are."
Zemo rose from his place and came to rest at your side, hovering, but not in a suffocating manner.
Even though Zemo had kept a reasonable amount of distance between you, Bucky seemed to show some displeasure as you saw him scoot him a bit out of the way as he tried to put some distance between the two of you.
You bit back a comment in favor of going over what you had discovered and turned to Sam, "I know we want to locate Karli as quickly as possible, but there are too many variables to account for when scouting buildings that they could be hiding out in. I propose we search in hidden pathways that could quickly get the Flag-Smashers in and out of different parts of the city without being readily detected."
"Alright, that does make sense, so what are you suggesting?" Sam tilted his head in agreement before gesturing for you to continue.
"Take a look at this map," you swipe your hand up the computer screen to show a holographic image of an underground rail system.
"Those look like the old track lines from a railway project that was never completed. If I remember correctly, the government abandoned the project when they ran out of money. Most of the tunnels were built, but never quite finished," Zemo interjected.
"Exactly," you turned to him beaming.
You moved your hands animatedly as you were excited by this prospect, "These tunnels travel throughout the entire city. Karli and the rest of the Flag-Smashers can easily maneuver where they need to with these routes. If I were to put money on it, I'd bet you could find their insignias left on the walls of the tunnels below as a potential guide that could -"
"That could lead us straight to their hideout," Zemo finished, smiling with what could be described as something akin to pride, clearly impressed with the astute observation you made.
"I see where you're going with this. You know, you might be onto something. Especially with our truncated time table," Sam chimed in. "Bucky? What do you think?"
You turned your chair around so you could face the three of them fully.
"Yeah, I agree. I think there's a legitimate chance we could find some clues at the very least," Bucky replied, leaning in over your left shoulder to get a closer look at the image.
Memorizing it most likely.
"If I may suggest, here?" Zemo said, pointing to a location not far from them.
You saw Sam and Bucky turn to each and nod in agreement of the starting point.
"That's good. It's also close to one of the last places we spotted Karli, so it makes sense to check it out first before branching off somewhere deeper," Sam assented.
You turn back around and start typing on the keyboard. A few moments later a ping erupted from everyone's phone.
"I sent the map to all of us, so we each have a copy," you stated.
You closed the laptop and hopped off the chair you had been sitting in, packing your stuff up into your backpack off to the side.
"Whoa. Whoa. What are you doing?" Bucky said, placing his vibranium arm on your shoulder to pause your movements.
"Getting ready to go?" you questioned slowly, as if your actions weren't obvious.
"You're not coming with us," James stated sternly.
You turned to look at Sam.
"Listen, Bucky's right," Sam answered. You saw him hold his hands up in the air and shrug before placing a hand on your shoulder before continuing, "I know, it's a shocker, having Buck and I agree on something - but when it comes to your safety, we both feel the same."
You chewed on your inner cheek, knowing this was going to most likely be a losing battle. You pursed your lips, closed your eyes slowly, and sighed before lolling your head to the side in defeat.
Sam grinned knowing he won and dropped his hand from your shoulder, as he left the kitchen to go get his gear.
Bucky came up from behind you and gave you a quick hug and kiss on the head.
"Thank you," James murmured before moving to the door.
"You can't fault them for caring," Zemo said, voice carrying softly through the air.
You pivoted around to where Zemo was, watching him adjust his holsters and making a move for his coat.
"I know," you begrudgingly admit.
Zemo put on his coat and walked over to stand in front of you.
"It may not be completely dangerous, but there's always a chance, and it's not one your friends are willing to take with you," Zemo stated.
You drop your head slightly to stare at the floor. He was right. Sam and Bucky just wanted to look out for you, but that doesn't mean you couldn't be helpful down there. You do know some self defense. You spent 10 years around Steve and various Avengers over time, it's not like you weren't going to pick anything up.
"Zemo let's go," Sam said briskly, as he walked past them to meet Bucky at the front door.
You lifted your head up and saw Zemo give a curt nod to Sam before focusing his attention back on you.
Zemo started to walk by you, but paused to lean into, grabbing your wrist to gently rub his thumb over your pulse point and whisper, "And neither am I."
With that, he abruptly walked off to join Sam and James.
Your wrist was tingling with sensation even after Zemo had left your side.
Before they all left, you managed lean over the island to strangle out, "Please play nice with each other and come back in one piece!"
You could hear the huffs of laughter as they left and the door clicked shut behind them.
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Not Just A Hug.
Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader
Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is touch-starved. One friendly hug from Chris Evans leaves her wanting more, and him as well.
Author's Note: Hiya peeps! I was high in my feels when I wrote this 🤡 I'm the touch-starved one here lol n e ways... Enjoy!
Y/N didn't want to feel this way.
She watched as the couple in the movie hugged, her own arms tightening around herself. Why didn't she have that? A hug. Heck, it didn't even have to come from a significant other, all she needed was a hug. Just to feel something. Cared for, maybe. Groaning in frustration, she turned the TV off and trudged to the stairs, ready to get some sleep. She was sure the yearning would pass off by tomorrow.
In blunt words, Y/N Y/L/N was touch-starved. She grew up in a household where no affection was ever shown, and in her 24 years of life, she had never even been in a proper relationship. And so, the poor dear was longing. Longing for someone's touch, someone to hold her close, someone that could make all her pain go away. But oh well, one can't have all good things in life. Getting into bed, she switched off the lights and as soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out cold.
"Good morning, Y/N!"
"Good morning, sir, how are you doing?" Y/N smiled tiredly, keeping her backpack down on a nearby chair. "Splendid. How about you?" her kind-hearted boss smiled back, ruffling her hair. The simple act of affection made her knees go weak and she gripped the back of the chair she stood behind. "I'm doing well," she answered curtly.
Her boss made her feel like he was her father, even though her biological one was still alive.
"Great, great. Let me give you a few minutes to adjust, then I'll introduce you to the actors, okay?" He went away and Y/N sat down on the chair, taking a deep gulp of water from her bottle. Get yourself together! She had been feeling uneasy and miserable for the past week. Nothing helped; watching comedy didn't help, watching movies didn't help, and reading fanfictions certainly didn't calm her nerves.
Y/N even touched herself one night, that helped for a tiny bit before her nerves took over. And from that, she concluded that she was simply touch-starved. One familial hug would solve everything. But where was she even going to get one? Who would want to…? Not her family, she didn't have very many friends, and certainly not a stranger. Her boss, though amazing, wasn't big on hugs. "Y/N, come here, love!"
"Yes, sir!" she shouted back and stood up, making her way to her boss. He was chatting with three men, whom she instantly recognized. And she almost stopped in her tracks. "Y/N, I want you to meet Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans," her boss, Mr Sean, smiled. "Hi," Anthony spoke first, holding his hand out. She took it with a weak smile, shaking it.
"I'm Y/N Y/L/N, nice to meet you." Sebastian shook her hand next. "Hey," he smiled as well. She nodded in acknowledgement and turned to the last man, Chris Evans. Instead of shaking her hand, he pulled her into a friendly hug. Y/N's entire body froze at how easily he enveloped her in his arms, squeezing gently. She couldn't even hug back and continued staring at the floor, paralyzed when he pulled away.
All four men noticed her rigidity. "Y/N?" She startled badly, jerking out of his touch when Mr Sean placed a hand on her shoulder. "I— uh, I— I'm sorry— it's nice to meet you," she stammered, speaking to Chris without looking at him. Chris, meanwhile, frowned because while being used to fans freezing up in his presence, Y/N's frigidity implied something else. "Nice to meet you too," he replied cautiously.
Y/N blinked away the sudden tears that formed in her eyes and whirled around, running to the bathrooms. Mr Sean, Anthony, Sebastian and Chris stared after her, confused. "Um… did I do something?" Chris drawled. "Oh no, no, it's probably just nerves. She loves meeting new people, maybe she likes you or something," Mr Sean teased jokingly and Sebastian and Anthony snickered as Chris flushed.
"Still, I should go check up on her. Be right back." He went in the direction where she had gone, stopping outside a bathroom door. He could hear sniffling coming from inside and his heart shattered. Chris knocked on the door twice, and she opened the door, her eyes going wide when she saw him. "Hi," he smiled as warmly as possible. Y/N stepped out of the bathroom, wringing her hands. "I'm sorry," she blurted out.
"I, uh, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable…"
"No, no, I was here to ask you the same thing! I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable, I didn't know you didn't like hugs—" She stopped him by shaking her head. "God, it's the opposite problem," she chuckled in a watery voice, wiping away stray tears. "What do you mean?" Chris cocked his head to the side in question. "I, um… I've never… I've never been hugged before, it, um…" She gulped on air.
Chris waited for her to continue. "It felt… foreign but nice. I forgot how to react, I'm… sorry. On top of that, I was basically in a shitty mood all week and the hug was absolutely welcome, it's just— I've— well, you know…" Chris blinked in surprise before smiling softly. "Come here." He pulled her into his arms again, this time hugging her tighter than before. She needs this. Y/N wrapped her arms around his middle, her face buried in his chest.
"Everyone needs a hug once in a while, I get that," he whispered, resting his cheek on her head as he pulled her flush against him. "Thank you, that was really appreciated," she breathed out when she pulled away 5 minutes later. Chris smiled at her, wiping the tears on her cheeks with his thumbs. "Why don't we go back?" She agreed and he put an arm around her, walking back to where Mr Sean, Sebastian and Anthony were.
"All okay, love?" Mr Sean asked worriedly, smirking a bit when he saw Chris' arm around her. "I'm doing well, sorry about the breakdown. Just a shitty week I've had…" she apologized profusely and he shook his head. "No worries. I'm glad you're okay." With that, Chris left her side, following the three other men to wherever Mr Sean was leading them. And before turning around the corner, he turned to look at Y/N one last time.
He found her already staring at him and smiled to himself, butterflies fluttering in his stomach. He waved at her and finally turned his attention to Mr Sean.
"Chris, I'm eat—" Y/N groaned loudly when Chris took her in his arms, pressing a smooch to her cheek. "Shut up, I missed you," he whined childishly but let her go. She sat back down and rolled her eyes at him as he plopped down in front of her, stealing a fry from her plate. He poked his tongue out at her when she pouted at him. "It was just a week." She had taken a break from work.
7 months had passed since they met. They had become very good friends, and Chris made sure he provided her with physical affection every chance he got. Not only for her sake, but for his as well. He was quickly falling for the pretty lady, and holding her in his arms felt therapeutic. "So? No one on the sets is as fun as you are." She laughed heartily at his words. "I would beg to differ, Anthony and Sebastian are awesome!"
"Ha, suck it!" Sebastian exclaimed from where he was sitting a few feet away, busy on his phone. "Really, darling?" Chris rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Look at them. Perfect body with a perfect smile," she sang, laughing when the frown on Chris' face deepened. Sebastian was shaking with laughter on his seat. "And what about me?" Chris decided to tease her. Y/N faltered, but only for a second. Truth was, she liked him too.
But she didn't want to tell him; not many people can say they were great friends with Chris Evans and she didn't want to lose that. "Was I talking about you? Nope. I was talking about them! Where is Anthony, anyway?" Chris crossed his arms, leaning back on his seat. "He is filming a scene," Sebastian answered her, "Hey, who's the most handsome actor you've worked for?"
Y/N blinked at his question but smiled coyly. "Hm, let's see, I got to work with Jason Momoa once… Idris Elba too… you're in the top 5..." she listed, counting on her fingers. "And what about him?" Sebastian smirked, glancing at Chris. She turned to him, squinting her eyes as if studying him. Chris unconsciously preened under her gaze. "I'm not sure…" Sebastian laughed loudly as Y/N finished her food.
"Come on now, we both know I top that list," Chris smirked, catching her joke. "And what if I told you you do?" she challenged, raising an eyebrow at him. "Then I'd simply be honored that I top the the most handsome actor I've ever worked with list of the most beautiful woman I've ever met in my life," he smiled softly and Y/N froze, staring at him with her jaw dropped. "Now that's smooth," Sebastian commented.
"Wha— I— huh?" she stammered, blinking at him. "Really, I'm not kidding," he shrugged, thanking the Lords above for the sudden boost of confidence. "I'm— that can't be true," she scoffed. "How about I take you out on a date to prove it?" he smirked, loving the way her eyes bulged out of their sockets. "Me? You really wanna take me out on a date? Why?" He dramatically slapped a hand to his forehead.
"Just say yes, Y/N, I don't think he's gonna budge any time soon. He's been wanting to do that ever since we met you," Sebastian told her, laughing when Chris sneered at him. "What?! If I find out you're kidding, you're dead," she hissed, glaring at Chris. "I'm not kidding, I do want to take you out on a date," he sighed, raising his arms in surrender. Without another word, Y/N got up and hugged him tightly.
"Yes, oh my God," she whispered and Chris grinned, readily hugging back. "Get ready to go on the best date ever. Today, 6:30, don't be late," he whispered in her ear, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips when she pulled away. And all of a sudden, a flash went by. "Stan!" Chris shouted as Sebastian howled with laughter, holding his phone up. "Delete the photo, bitch!" Sebastian got up from his seat when Y/N stormed towards him.
"No!" he whined, starting to run. Y/N followed him, both of them running around the room like little kids.
"I look horrible—"
"I mean, kinda…"
"Hey now, that's rude!"
"I'm kidding. But I'm not deleting the photo!"
"Ya know, *huff*, you look cute when you're angry. Like a little puppy."
"I'm nothing like a puppy."
"Sebastian! Give me the phone!"
"It's mine, I'm not giving it to you!"
Chris only watched their banter with a smile. Sebastian was right, he had wanted to ask her out since the day they met. And now, he was finally going to go out with her. Mark him as the happiest man on planet Earth. "What the hell is going on here? I leave for 2 minutes…" Chris snorted and turned to look at Anthony, who entered the room with a confused look on his face.
"Delete it, please!"
"I'm not deleting shit, Y/N."
"Come on, Seb, pwease…"
"No, no no, you know that— pronounce your L's properly!"
Chris hid his guffaws behind his hand as Sebastian faltered. His girl was cute and he knew it. When Anthony sat down next to him, Chris told him everything and Anthony also laughed, watching Sebastian and Y/N with a smile. "Y'all keep fighting like that and everyone on the set is going to think that y'all are dating," he yelled and Sebastian and Y/N turned to him. "I mean, hey, look at me," Sebastian wiggled his eyebrows.
Chris frowned and got up, stalking over to them. "Back off, she's mine," he chided, pulling Y/N into him. "Ha, see? All you, sweetheart. Would anyone believe it if you told them you met each other 7 months ago?" Y/N went limp against Chris, tired after running so much. Chris held her up easily, pressing his lips to the top of her head. "Probably not." Chris dragged her back to her chair and she slumped on it.
The last thing she heard before passing out was Chris saying, "...Go find someone else…" to Sebastian. When she fell asleep, Chris turned to see Sebastian smiling down at his phone. "Are you ever going to delete that photo?" Sebastian looked up. "I just sent it to you. Look at it and tell me to delete it again." Chris blinked in confusion but opened his chat with Sebastian, his eyes going wide with awe when he saw the photo.
It was adorably candid; Y/N's hair was slightly tousled as both she and Chris smiled into the kiss. "Thanks for not deleting it," Chris muttered, saving the picture on his phone. "Anytime, pal."
A/N: Leave a like if you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!
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Come Home To Me Part 4
Marvel - A Sam Wilson Imagine
Sam Wilson x Female Reader, 1.1K Words
Here's Part 3 and my Masterlist for additional parts.
TW: panic attack
"Come on, Sam. You're not going to hurt me," you protested.
"It's like a dance, baby. You can't rush right into the performance. It takes several weeks, even months to build up to that point," Sam grinned. "Try again."
You huffed, but clenched your fist and went right for his splayed palm. You were tired of hitting his hands. You wanted to do something fun.
"Again," he said.
This time when you went for the punch, he grabbed your fist and twisted your wrist painfully.
"Ow. What was that for?" you whined. He didn't release you, just untwisted you and pulled you to his chest.
"You're too slow. You're giving the other person the advantage," his words were low and breathy in your ear and you couldn't help the contagious smile you gave him. "Let's take a break. You've improved a lot."
"How do I get faster?" you asked curiously. It seemed there was only so much movement you could put into the swing. You swung into the air just to test the theory.
Sam chuckled. You were a funny girl. "It's just going to take practice. I think when we start adding some steps it'll become more reflexive."
You turned and wrapped your arms around him. He hugged you tight.
"Thank you for helping me. I know you're busy."
"Never too busy for you," he said. "Ready to go to DC tomorrow?"
You shrugged, "This place has grown on me, but I'd never want to be anywhere you weren't."
Sam cupped your cheeks, running his thumb along your skin soothingly. You were so sweet. "We'll be back soon. You could just stay. I know you want to be with me, but remember, I'm going on a mission and will be away for a few days."
You sighed. The past few days had been blissful, but he was Captain America after all. "I just want to spend as much time with you as possible," you said earnestly, covering his hands with your own.
He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. You weren't expecting the kiss, but it didn't stop the hammering of your heart and the butterflies in your stomach. This man truly was your everything, not that you had much to begin with..
He pulled away, brushing his lips against your forehead and pulling you tighter.
"I have never seen DC before," you mumbled into his chest.
"There's a lot to see, that's for sure."
The one thing Sam didn't know about you was your reoccurring nightmares. The few nights you had been in Louisiana, you had slept alone. He had enough to worry about, and you didn't see any reason to tell him. There wasn't anything that could be done either way.
You had to be up bright and early to travel, but everytime you got far enough in sleep, you were jolted awake.
You pushed your sweaty hair out of your face, glancing at the clock that only said two am.
You reached for the lamp, your hand brushing the cool metal knob of the bedside table in the darkness. You felt your chest tighten.
You squeezed your eyes shut, willingly away the dark images that flashed in your mind.
Your ears began to ring as your breath picked up erratically.
You did your best to calm yourself down. You were just overreacting because of your nightmare.
The lights to your bedroom were turned on and you squinted harshly to adjust to the bright light.
You couldn't focus enough, not with the pounding of your head and chest, but Sam was in front of you, and you had never been so relieved to see him.
He was saying something you couldn't hear, but his soothing touch was grounding you.
You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
"It's okay. You're fine," he soothed.
"I-" you swallowed thickly, "I didn't mean to wake you."
Sam chuckled slightly, running his hand up and down your arm. "You wake me up every night. I know you don't want my help, or want to talk about it."
You reached for him, holding your arms out like a child, and he lifted you into his lap.
You curled your arms around his, placing your face in his neck. "I hate bothering you," you mumbled.
"You don't have to do that tough girl shit with me, Y/N. I care about you. It's not healthy to pretend like nothing happened."
You sighed. You knew that, but you preferred pushing it out of your mind. You yawned and snuggled closer to Sam's warm chest.
"This was more than a nightmare. This was a panic attack. What happened?"
"I reached for the lamp, but grabbed the metal knob on the drawer instead. I was on a metal table in my dream." You rushed to get the words out.
Sam rubbed your back, kissing your forehead. He was still aware you didn't want to talk, but he hoped you would get more comfortable with him. "We only have a few hours before we are supposed to leave. How about we lay down for a bit?"
"Sam," you pulled back. "I might have another nightmare. Why don't you just sleep in the other room? You do have to drive quite a bit."
"So sweet," Sam grinned. "I'd rather just stay with you. Do you think you're the only one with nightmares?"
You moved off his lap and he stood up.
"Wait, I thought you were staying," you said confused, scooting back to get under the blankets.
"I'm just turning off the light, baby. I thought you didn't want me to stay," he teased.
You didn't know what to say, so you waited patiently for him to return. Your eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness, and you were not prepared for him to jump onto the bed, barely missing you.
"Sam!" you yelled with a laugh as the mattress threatened to toss you. The headboard definitely damaged the wall.
He pulled you from the edge of the mattress and to his side. He was happy he made you laugh, successfully easing your mind before you tried to sleep again.
"Don't fall now," he laughed, fixing the blankets so you were covered once more.
You reached for him in the darkness, feeling his smooth skin.
"Hey, where did your shirt go?" you giggled, rubbing his back much like he had yours.
"Don't worry about it," he mumbled, already sounding like he was asleep. "Night."
"Night," you repeated, closing your eyes and drifting into the best sleep of your life.
A/N: Sorry for the delay. Finals week and moving home kicked my butt. :) Hope you enjoyed. I'll be wrapping this up soon.
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Happy Friday Saturday you delightful Mother Fuckers!
These are some fics that I read recently! I’m working 11-11 overtime this weekend and missed posting yesterday sorry folks!
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First off is this new multi-chapter fic from @nellblazer:
It’s a Far Cry/MCU crossover as you can see and I just love how Nell writes dark!MCU and crossover fics. It features a variety of our MCU faves with a female reader. The characterization is always on point and the elements blend way better than I ever thought possible. There are currently four chapters and I can’t wait for more! 10/10 because I’m a sucker for the dark and twisty and the smut-leaning chapters are just that good.
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Then we’ve got this monster of a fic/series by @shurisneakers:
This fic/series boasts 14 chapters of Sam Wilson x Reader content with a forthcoming epilogue. It’s a whole ass novella filled with twists and turns and it’s hard for me to gush properly without going into spoilers. 😂 It had the vibes of a well written action thriller. 10/10 if this was a movie I would watch it all of the time.
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Up next is this ongoing series by @kellyn1604:
This series currently boasts two expertly written parts featuring Jareth x Sarah with more to come. This series is written by an adult for adults and the sheer depth of the language and content shows and it is refreshing! What she does so wonderfully with writing for Labyrinth is how complicated the relationship dynamics are, and what I like the lost is how she tackles Sarah. Her age, the complexities of growing up, of loss and trauma- its navigated with an impressive ease. 10/10 It’s also some of the most enchanting fiction I’ve read in a while and I’m patiently looking forward to more, should the inspiration rise.
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And last but not least I finally read through the last of this series by @laketaj24
This series is composed of Serotonin parts 1-3 and a new one-shot, It’s a No from Me. They’re all Colson Baker/MGK x Black!Fem!Reader. The series includes a generous amount of smut, drama, and feels. I particularly love how Laketa writes intense emotions. Wether is fighting, loving, or desperate need- the language is so compelling and folks I can’t recommend it enough. 10/10 get on that tag list folks I wouldn’t want to miss any MGK fics of Her’s!
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The First Time
You Lost Him [1/2]
Pairing: Sam Wilson X Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2.9K
Warnings: Angst, character death, takes place during the blip. Some fluff, but mostly angst. You’ve been warned.
A/n: Coming out of my lil break to post this. I promise the rest of the fics I have planned for the mini series are fluff!!! Anyways, thank you so much for all the support! I appreciate you all so much!! Thank you to @jesus-buck and @tikiwhip for reading and editing this for me.
Thinking back on it, you wished you had stayed home; but you just needed the walk. Your nerves were so rattled that staying in your apartment would have been impossible. Thankfully you weren’t the only one cursed with curiosity, as plenty of other people had also wandered out. It was almost normal… almost. When you passed others on the sidewalk you could hear snippets of their conversations, talking about the ship that descended on New York this morning, wondering where Tony Stark and Steve Rogers were, people telling their loved ones that they were okay. Everyone had the same concerned and frightened eyes, and when they met yours, you shared the silent question, ‘Are we safe?’
As you walked, you spotted an older woman who struggled to carry her groceries up the steps to her apartment. Your pace quickened as you approached her, and you took the heavy bags from her arms. “Here…I got it,” you said with a smile. She looked incredibly thankful as she slowly scaled the stairs and pulled her keys out of her purse. You stood beside her, your arms growing tired from the heavy bags as you waited for her to get the door open. Once she did you handed the bags back to her carefully and before you left, she took your hand gently in hers.
“You stay safe now, hon,” she said, and you smiled kindly at her.
“You too,” you replied, and she waved at you before she shut the door. You sighed softly before you climbed down the concrete steps and began to walk in the direction of home.
The air was cool as you walked, so you shoved your hands into the pockets of your hoodie. You were only a block away from your apartment building. It was fine until something hard collided into you, causing you to lose your balance.
“Hey!” You managed to shout before you fell to the ground, the air knocked from your lungs at the impact. You looked over your shoulder to see who it was that pushed you but instead you saw people looking alarmed, gasps filling the air.
“Ma’am are you alright?!” Someone asks as they rush towards you, holding a hand towards you to help you up. You reach for their hand, but yours passes right through it. You watch in horror as their arm begins to dissolve into ash, traveling up to their body. You share one last horrified look with them before they were completely consumed by the ash, dissolving into thin air right in front of you.
The gasps turned to screams, and chaos took over as people began running from the scene. You struggled to your feet; your heart pounding so hard you could feel it in your skull. You were completely disoriented, and you couldn’t tell if it was because of your fall or what you just witnessed.
You took one step in your dizzied state and nearly fell over again, cries and screams made your ears ring as you tried to gather your bearings and make it to your apartment. You stumbled as quickly as you could, going against the current of terrified civilians, some of them collapsing into ash on the pavement. You couldn’t run, you couldn’t scream, you couldn’t cry, it was like you were living in a nightmare.
As you reached your building you pushed the glass doors open, and were met with the sight of many people seeking refuge in the lobby, their cries echoing off the walls as they desperately asked each other what was going on.
You made a beeline for the stairs and began to climb to the floor your apartment was on. As you walked down the hall, you could hear the muffled sobs of your neighbors and your pace quickened. You reach your apartment, and your hands dig into your purse and frantically search for your keys. As you pulled them out, they clinked together rapidly from the uncontrollable shaking of your hand.
“C’mon, c’mon…” You mumbled to yourself through gritted teeth as you kept missing the lock. Once it was finally unlocked you crashed through the door and slammed it shut behind you. You pressed your back against the door as if you were trying to keep someone out, and a trembling breath escaped your lips.
Your heart jolted as you thought of your family, and you pushed yourself off the door as you tore your phone out of the hoodie and immediately began to call different family members to make sure they were alright. You paced the apartment as the same question was repeated to you from each family member you called. What happened? Who did this? What did this? If you were okay. If you were safe. It was when your mother mentioned Sam that your world stopped.
You quickly explained that you had to check on him before you hung up. You called the number to the burner he had, but the line was dead.
“Nonono,” you panicked, your voice quivered as your breath caught in your throat. You felt weak, and had to sit on the couch to make sure you wouldn’t hit the floor as you continued to call the temporary number that Sam had. “Please,” you begged weakly, the tears that you had subconsciously held back flooding your eyes. Your throat felt scorched from the scream you were holding in, and your hands shook so badly it was impossible to hold the phone steady. You could only watch as the phone fell from your hands and hit the floor, bouncing a few times before it settled face down.
You started to convince yourself that he was fine, that he was safe, that it was just some technical issue and that you would hear from him soon. The truth lingered in the back of your mind like a shadow from a bad dream.
Two days had passed, and the number of those who were reported vanished grew every hour. The streets of New York were practically empty; everyone was home trying to contact their friends and family, or trying to figure out what happened. The quietness of the city made it all the more terrifying.
You waited for the news you had been dreading with every tick of your heart.
So, when the abrupt knock at your door came, you flinched as you anticipated the daggers that were about rip at your heart. You turned off the television and stood slowly from the couch, trying to prevent what you were about to hear from happening if you could. With each step you took towards the door your blood turned to ice, and your mouth grew dry.
When you opened the door, you were met with the deep blue eyes you had been afraid of. Steve looked rough, hints of bruises and cuts still covering his face, and the solemness in his eyes told you all you had to know. Nat stood to his left, but she wouldn’t even meet your gaze. Even though you knew what you were about to hear, the question still fell from your lips.
“Steve…” You say in just barely above a whisper, your voice dangerously close to breaking. His shoulders drop, and he looks down at his shoes as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “Where’s Sam?”
Steve met your gaze again, his eyes now red from the tears he was forcing back. His lips press tightly together as he tries to find the right words to say to you. He knows sorry wouldn’t be enough. However, sorry was all he could manage.
When the apology left his lips, it felt like the ground was going to give out from under you. You staggered back a few steps as if someone had punched you. A sob clawed up from your chest, but gets stuck in your throat. The room is spinning, and before you realize it, you were crumpled on the floor. Through your blur of tears, you saw Steve try to reach for you to help you up, but you scrambled back from his offered hand, shaking your head fervently. Your throat tightened painfully as the sob finally breaks from your lips. You were shaking as you pulled your knees to your chest, Nat and Steve were saying something to you but it's muffled, their words blurring together incoherently. Nat’s distorted figure knelt in front of you, and you were able to barely make out the words ‘call me if you need me’ before she stood again and exited the apartment with Steve.
A weak cry cracked from your lungs and you lowered your head to rest against your knees. You’d never been more alone. You were hit with intermittent waves of anguish and nausea, and you practically forced yourself to your feet and stumbled quickly to the kitchen sink as dry heaves raked through your body. Stars danced in your vision and your hands clutched the edge of the counter so tightly it hurt, but it’s the only thing keeping you upright as your knees wobbled dangerously underneath you. You looked down at your hands, your eyes getting caught on the silver engagement ring on your finger. Your stomach lurched, and you whimpered as you lowered yourself to the tile floor, too weak to hold yourself up anymore. The memory of the last time you saw Sam crushing you.
You ran down the empty sidewalk, rain pelting you and soaking through your jacket as you grasped the brown takeout bag to your chest. You had just gotten off your shift, and you were too tired to think about cooking. Of course, the rain picked up as soon as you got your food from your favorite restaurant. The red and green street lights reflected off the dark asphalt as you rushed home, shielding your food with your body as best you could. Once you reached your building you climbed the steps quickly, the rubber soles of your shoes squeaking against the tile steps. Once at the door, you balanced the bag against your hip as you unlocked the door with your free hand. You pushed the door open gently and stepped into the apartment, kicking it shut behind you.
You made your way to the kitchen and set the paper bag on the counter and began to shed the soaked jacket from your body. As you were about to hang the jacket on the hook next to your door the lamp in your living room clicked on, golden light illuminating the corner of your apartment.
“You really should turn the lights on once you get home,” a familiar voice said. You stopped, fingers clutching the drenched fabric as you slowly turned to look over your shoulder. Sam sat at the end of your couch, a teasing smile playing on his lips as his tired eyes glanced over you. “I don’t want you stubbing your toe or something.”
The sodden jacket slips from your grasp and lands on the wooden floor with a plop. Sam slowly stands from the couch and takes a slow step towards you. “Hi, baby,” he greeted as his smile widened, “I’m home.”
You rushed to him, knocking him back onto the couch as your body collided with his in a hug. He lands on the couch with a huff, a breathless chuckle pushed past his lips. You straddled his waist and pulled away from the hug to bring your hands up to cup his face. Your eyes clouded with tears as the words rushed from your lips so quickly, they blended. “What are you doing here?”
Sam smiled up at you, strong hands gripped your waist and his eyes gleamed under the light of the lamp. “Steve had something to do in the state. I thought that since we were here anyways, I would come see you.”
You laughed disbelievingly and pulled his face to yours before you kissed him. You started to pepper his face in kisses, and he chuckled tiredly. It had been nearly a year since you saw him, and your heart had longed just to feel his arms again. The apartment that the two of you used to share has felt so empty without him.
He looked exhausted; his eyelids drooped drowsily as he looked up at you. His beard had grown out, and you noticed a scar on his cheek that wasn’t there the last time you saw him. Your thumb brushed gently over the scar before you leaned in and pressed a final gentle kiss to it. “Missed you, so much,” you murmured into his skin.
“Missed you more,” he whispered back.
Thousands of questions buzzed in your mind: where had he been, how were Nat and Steve, where they were going, how was Bucky, if he was okay… but the tired expression on his face prevented you from pushing him too much.
“Are you hungry?” You questioned; your hands slid from his face to rest on his chest. He shook his head.
“I wouldn’t mind a shower, though,” he answered. You nodded before you got up from his lap.
“I’ll grab you some clothes.”
He followed into the room you used to share, and his eyes instantly locked onto the bed that you were sure he had missed. A frown etched onto your lips as you opened one of the bottom drawers of your dresser and pulled out the spare clothes he left with you. You handed the clothes to him before you ushered him to the bathroom so he could shower.
You returned to the kitchen as you waited for him, picking at the food you had brought home. You weren’t that hungry anymore, your mind so swamped with questions and worries that it ruined your appetite. As you took another bite of rice you heard Sam clear his throat behind you.
You turned, your eyes landed on him standing in the entryway of the kitchen, a pair of grey sweatpants hung loosely off his hips and drops of water clung to his chest. Your eyes were drawn to the dark purple bruise on his lower abdomen and the air was forced from your lungs. You dropped the fork that was in your hands, and it clattered as it landed on the counter. You took a tentative step towards him, your gaze returned to his as your lips started to part into a question.
He pulled you into him suddenly, his arms holding you protectively into his chest. You could smell your lavender soap on his skin as you clung to him, fingertips dug into his muscular shoulders. “What happened?” You asked brokenly, but he hushed you softly as he avoided your question. He held you like that for a while, hearts synced after a year apart.
His warm hand trailed up your left side, traveling along your arm before gently taking your wrist in his hand. He pulled your hand from his shoulder and, with his other hand, slipped a ring over your finger. Your eyes were drawn to the simple silver band around your finger, and you felt love blossoming in your chest. Your body felt electrified, and it took every ounce of self control to stay still as excited little butterflies took off in your stomach.
“This isn’t the way I wanted to ask you,” he admitted, “I just don’t know if I could wait any longer.” Your head was floating and you were teetering on your feet with tears in your eyes as he spoke. “I only want you,” he continued. “I know it’s not the best time, but we’ll figure it out. We always do.”
“Yes!” You cried happily, your elation getting the best of you as you answered the question he hasn’t even asked you yet. You felt his body shake slightly as he laughed, tears glistening in his beautiful brown eyes as his arms wrapped around you.
You were holding each other again, your happy cries muffled into his shoulder as he rocked the two of you back and forth in the middle of the kitchen. “Happy anniversary, baby,” he mumbled and you laughed, more tears squeezing from your eyes. The date had honestly slipped your mind, and this was the best way to be reminded.
As you were about to apologize for forgetting, a frustrating chime echoed from the pocket of his sweats, and he groaned before he pulled away from you. He pulled a flip phone from his pocket with a sigh before he flipped it open, his eyebrows knitted together in irritation. His expression fell, a deep frown formed on his lips and he flipped the phone shut before shoving it back into his pocket haphazardly.
“Gotta go,” he sighed.
“But-” You protested as there was a rough tug at your heart.
“I know,” his hand gently tilted your chin so you looked up at him. “I’m sorry,” he apologized before he kissed you. It was desperate, his lips moving harshly against yours, his brows furrowed as his hands cupped your face. He pulled away reluctantly, and slowly took a step back as he looked over you like it would be the last time he would see you. He turned his back to you and returned to the bathroom. He emerged again with his shirt on, and he grabbed the backpack on the spot on the couch he sat at just moments ago. He pulled the bag over his shoulder and made his way towards the door, “Tell Sarah I’m sorry I couldn’t stop by to see her and the boys. I love you.”
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in this house, you are safe // s.w
summary: seeing sam for the first time after the events of the tfatws finale
warnings: obviously, tfatws spoilers!! mentions of food, alcohol, language, death
word count: 3k
a/n: i wrote this because i love sam wilson with my whole dang heart and i will forever. also yes i am sorry i’m so late on making my mcu taglist but i will make the form this weekend! :) x
After a few days, you had begun to feel at ease in Louisiana. The small town by the water had become a second home, and the people were some of the kindest you had ever met. Sam really hadn’t been joking when he said they’d welcome you with open arms.
Before he left for Latvia to hunt down Karli and the rest of the Flagsmashers, he had told you to go stay with his sister and nephews. So, unwilling to argue with him while he was already stressed, you agreed, and were now occupying the spare room in Sarah’s home. She had been impossibly sweet since your arrival — helping you settle down, driving you if you needed to go anywhere since you didn’t have your own vehicle with you — and you had repaid her by doing the chores. The cooking, the cleaning, the dishes, the groceries, things of that sort.
As a single mother with two boys and a family business to run, you wanted to bring her as little hassle as possible. The last thing you wanted was to make things harder for her.
Plus, all of these things served as a good distraction while Sam was away. Though you trusted him and knew what he was capable of, the constant nagging worry in your mind never seemed to ease. That’s what it was like to be engaged to a superhero, right? Never knowing when they were going to come back — if they were going to come back.
The last you had seen him, he had been fixing the boat with Bucky who had handed him a ‘gift’ from Wakanda. Sam didn’t show you what was inside it, but from the smirk that was on his face when he left with it, you had a feeling that you might know what was up.
So, you had been rather glad that there were so many things to keep you occupied around town and in the house, as you would most likely be losing your mind otherwise. You barely slept full nights, and every time you heard from Sam, whether it be by text or phone call, you always wondered if it would be the last. And that very thought prevented you from getting a good night’s sleep.
As another afternoon rolled around, your hands covered in dish soap as you scrubbed the plates from this morning’s breakfast, you couldn’t help but wonder when he’d be back. He had left earlier yesterday after realizing Karli might be planning an attack in New York, but you weren’t sure how long that was going to last. You hadn’t heard from him since him and Bucky had walked out the front door.
You were cut short of your panicked thoughts when quiet footsteps from behind alerted you that Sarah had entered the kitchen. You knew it had to be her as the boys had already left that morning for school.
“How are you holding up?”
You turned to face her, furrowing your eyebrows at her question, “I’m alright, why?”
She sat slowly onto a kitchen chair and patted the one next to her, “With Sam being away. I know it’s been tough on you. Now with the boys being out of the house I figured we’d have some time to ourselves to talk. You know, as future sisters-in-law.”
You dropped the towel you were using onto the counter and walked over with a small smile on your face, drying your hands on your pants before taking a seat, “Oh, that. I’ve been alright. I mean, it can’t be worse than him being gone for five years, you know?” A humourless laugh escaped your lips and Sarah gave a small chuckle.
“I get that,” she nodded, “I’m just letting you know that I’m here if ever you need anything.”
“I don’t want to burden you with all of my thoughts,” you grinned, leaning over the table, “You’ve got more than enough on your plate, super mom.”
She beamed at the nickname, shaking her head as she let out a small laugh, “You two are lucky to have each other. And I swear that boy will get an ass-whoppin’ if he ever makes you feel like you’re not a part of this family.”
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that,” you grinned, “He’s always made sure that I feel welcome. You really have an amazing brother, you know?” you could feel your cheeks beginning to get sore as you kept talking, “He’s never once made me feel like I didn’t belong. And it’s one of the reasons I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him,” you began to toy with the ring on your left hand, “Because I know that no matter where we end up, it’ll feel like home.”
The kitchen was silent for a moment and you felt a bit of embarrassment at the fact that you just blabbed all of your lovey-dovey nonsense to your fiancé’s sister.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to rant,” you apologized, tilting your head so that you were looking down at the ring. In the shimmering light of the diamond, you could see your entire life with Sam. From the moment you first met him, to the day he got down on one knee, to the distant future where you two would be struggling to help each other off of the couch after watching game shows all day.
She placed her hand on top of yours, “You're part of the family now, and I think the boys really like you too. Yesterday they asked why you weren’t the one who was picking them up from school.”
Warmth spread through you at her words and you felt your throat being to sting as a wave of graduate flooded over you. You were a little overwhelmed, but in a good way. Sam’s family has been nothing but open and accepting since the moment you met them, and you couldn’t help but wonder what you had done to get so lucky.
You let out a small chuckle, “I can pick them up today, if you want. Saves you the drive.”
She raised her hands in the air, not arguing with you one bit, “Oh, you know I won’t be saying no to that. They finish at three and the keys are by the front door. Thanks, Y/N.”
You shot her a thumbs up, “Don’t thank me, super mom.”
As she stood and walked out of the kitchen, you could hear her laughter echoing down the hall, bringing a smile to your face as you made your way back to the sink.
The sun had set on the gorgeous town by the docks, and that meant that it was another evening where you found yourself wondering what Sam was up to. You hadn’t heard from him in over a day and your mind was running alight with possible scenarios as to what could have happened to him. This felt like a regular occurrence nowadays. It was as if the only thing that was written in your daily calendar was “8 o’clock: worry. 10 o’clock: worry.”
Luckily for you, though, tonight you had a distraction. As Sarah was tucking the boys into bed, you made your way over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine. She had bought one today in hopes of sharing it with you as the two of you watched crappy television after an exhausting day of cleaning up around the house. You two deserved it, as she kindly put it.
You grabbed the bottle, along with two glasses, and made your way to the living room. They were quietly placed onto the coffee table as you flopped down onto the couch, grabbing the remote and flicking it on.
The first channel that was on was the news. Usually you wouldn’t care and would just flip it to another channel, but your attention was caught rather quickly and you nearly dropped the damned remote to the floor.
On your screen, donned in a white suit with red and blue Stars and Stripes, stood Sam. His previously-destroyed wings appeared to be fixed, sticking out of the pack on his back as he lowered to the ground, holding the body of a young girl in his arms. You looked at what he was wearing and immediately you knew that your intuition was right; Bucky had given him a new suit.
“Holy shit,” you muttered, mouth hanging slack, “Sarah!”
She entered the living room nearly immediately as you called her name, shushing you by bringing a finger to her lips. However, she dropped it as soon as her eyes caught sight of the television screen.
“Yep,” you nodded, standing up and stepping closer to the screen. Sam was surrounded by cop cars and ambulances, but he wasn’t the one in danger. If anything, it seemed like his instinct was right about the attack in New York.
He lowered the body onto a stretcher and right away, you could tell it was Karli. Her face has been plastered nearly everywhere so it wasn’t difficult to identify her.
Both you and Sarah were silent as the stretcher was pulled away, the cameraman following Sam as he walked up to a couple of Senators — who you figured were probably the ones in danger.
You felt as if you were about to collapse as you watched him in the Captain America suit, both concern and pride bubbling in your chest. Your entire body was numb and tingly and your heart was damn near about to burst out of your chest.
It was hard to tell if Sam felt successful or not — a frown was etched onto his face and his eyes held a level of intensity that you rarely saw in him. You knew the whole John Walker situation had been difficult for him to deal with, but that really only made this moment that much sweeter.
He spoke to them for a couple of moments, asking a few questions about their future plans, before you could tell that he was about to snap. You couldn’t know what he had just been through, but you knew that he didn’t classify Karli as a villain. That she was just someone who got the shit end of the stick in a world that was struggling to reform. He didn’t want to kill her, he wanted to save her.
“You have to stop calling them terrorists,” Sam finally said, shaking his head a bit before facing the man across from him.
“Well, what else would we call them?” he asked, clearly unimpressed at the fact that he was currently being told off on camera. He started defending himself, but Sam quipped back. He had always been so well-spoken and intelligent, and that clearly wasn’t changing now that he was Captain America.
You slowly sat back down as you listened to Sam speak. You had always known him to be inspiring, caring, loyal, and strong. But now the world was going to see that too, and you couldn’t be more proud. Once again, you began to absentmindedly play with the ring upon your finger, twirling it and fighting a massive grin as you watched your future husband stand up for what he knew was right.
Sarah sat next to you, and neither of you could take your eyes off of the screen. You couldn’t even bring yourself to blink, too worried you might miss something.
“A few people have just as much power as an insane God, or a misguided teenager. The question you have to ask yourself is how you’re going to use it,” Sam’s voice was lower than usual, and there was no hint of amusement on any of his features. It wasn’t often that he was like this, but now that he was representing something bigger, something more, you could already sense the change.
You could feel the corners of your lips curve up into a small smile as you watched him walk away and join another familiar face; Bucky, who nearly looked as proud as you felt. The two of them walked away and the cameras panned back to a building, cutting off the conversation that the Senators were now having. You wished you could hear it so you could recount it to Sam, but at the moment, you were too filled with adrenaline and pride to even remotely focus on anything anyone was saying.
Sam was now officially Cap.
Your Sam Wilson was Captain America.
Somehow, Sarah had managed to make her way up to bed and sleep. After seeing what you two had just seen, you weren’t sure how she could even bring herself to relax. Because you on the other hand were extremely worked up — pacing around the living room, sending Sam a text every now and then, munching on any snacks you could find, and waiting anxiously to see if he’d be coming home tonight. Your mind was struggling to come to terms with the events of the last few hours and you weren’t sure what you wanted to do right now.
“Come on, pick up,” you mumbled, holding your phone to your ear as the dial continued to ring, signalling that he hadn’t answered your call. You knew he was probably insanely busy after what he just went through, but you were desperate to just take a minute and talk to him.
You let out a groan when his voicemail message popped up for the seventeenth time that night. He’d probably pick up his phone in about an hour and freak out at the amount of texts and missed calls, but who cares? You just found out your fiancé had become Captain America — you had the right to reach out. And you almost felt bad in advance for the amount of questions you were going to ask when you finally got the chance to speak to him.
The cushion of the couch felt soft as you sat back down, pursing your lips and glancing down at your phone screen on the off chance that Sam had sent a text within the last few seconds. Of course, there was nothing there, as expected.
“Sorry I couldn’t answer sooner.”
You jumped off the couch as a quiet voice spoke up behind you. Instinctively, you grabbed one of the unused wine glasses and launched it in the direction of the voice, but a hand came and snatched it out of the air.
“Sam?” you asked, struggling to keep your voice down and hoping to god that you weren’t about to get attacked, “Is that you?”
He stepped out of the kitchen and into the open room, goggles off and a bright smile on his face. He was still wearing the suit, having probably flown over not that long ago, but he looked a lot more at ease than he had on the television a few hours prior.
“Holy crap,” you exhaled, rushing over to wrap your arms around him. The suit felt unfamiliar under your embrace, but he smelled the same, and his skin was still warm under yours. You had a feeling you might be squeezing a little hard, but he didn’t seem to mind. His own arms wrapped around you, his head resting against yours.
“I saw you on TV and…,” you pulled away and placed your hand against his cheek, “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did you win? What happened? And is this what Bucky gave you? It looks really good.”
He chuckled at your rambling, “You think the suit looks good, huh?”
You nearly scoffed at the way he wiggled his eyebrows.
“All of those questions and you choose to respond to just the compliment,” you laughed, bringing your lips to his cheek and placing a quick kiss, refusing to let go of him. A small part of you was worried that if you did end up letting go, he’d have to leave again.
“I’m kidding,” he let out a small chuckle and brought one of his hands up to caress the back of your head, gazing into your eyes, “We can talk about all that tomorrow, I can’t do this tonight. But I do have to say this: I honestly couldn’t have done any of this without you.”
You frowned, furrowing your eyebrows, “That’s not true. You’re an incredible man, Sam. You deserve all of this.”
He nodded, “That’s not what I meant. You know that expression; behind every successful man is a successful woman, or something along those lines? Well, that’s you. You’re the one who has always pushed me to be better. You’re the one who has been there when I’ve failed. The one who was there to help me back onto my feet and keep pushing, keep believing in myself. I may be the one in the suit, but I think you’re the real superhero here.”
You felt a warmth creep up through your body at his words and you had to bite your lower lip to hide the smirk that was threatening to take over.
“I guess that’s why I’m wearing this, huh?” you raised your left hand, twiddling your fingers to show off the ring that sat there.
He leaned forwards, pressing a kiss upon the diamond, and grinned, “That’s exactly why you’re wearing that.”
You were certain that your cheeks would hurt tomorrow due to how much you were smiling, but that was just the effect that Sam had on you. He was alive, he was safe, and he was in your arms. And honestly, you couldn’t ask for much more than that.
“Now, I’m exhausted from kicking ass all night,” he let out an exaggerated sigh, “What do you say we head off to bed? I’m pretty damn happy that I got to come home to you, and all I want to do is go get comfortable with my princess by my side.”
Leaning forward on your tiptoes and pressing a light kiss against his lips, you mumbled, “I strongly support that.”
He removed the wing pack from his shoulders as quietly as possible and sat it on the kitchen table, following you upstairs with his hand linked in yours. His fingers held you tightly and you knew that he was more relieved than ever to be home.
Finally, you’d be able to sleep well, knowing Sam was safe and sound by your side.
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apricity pt. two
apricity - the warmth of the sun in winter
warnings: angst, blood, violence,
pairing: bucky barnes x female oc
word count: 2,956
A/N: part two is here! I did unintentionally rush through this chapter because I am so excited to start the civil war segment of this story. feedback is welcomed, let me know how you are liking it! thank you for reading!
Bucky’s cheek stung after the third slap from Pierce, the flesh bright red and warm to the touch. He continued fighting his restraints as he had been for the past hour. He had just been wiped, HYDRA needed to start fresh. Sweat trickled from his hairline to his jugular as he yanked and squirmed in the chair.
Alexander lost his patience an hour ago, Bucky hadn’t stopped talking about the girl on the bridge, “She doesn’t love you! If she did, she would have come back for you. We’re trying to correct the world, and we need you to do that. You want to be useful, don’t you?”
Bucky stared ahead emotionless, ignoring Pierce’s words. She loved him. Her eyes told him so, the look on her face from the bridge continued to haunt him even after being reprogrammed. He knew her. She was good. She was home.
A hand came down against Bucky's face again, harder than the last, “You are an asset. She is what we are fighting against. The world deserves freedom and that is what HYDRA is doing. You don’t do your part and I can’t do mine.”
Bucky softly murmured, voice raw from screaming, “But I knew her.”
Alexander clenched his fist as he stood from his chair placed in front of Bucky, “Wipe him again.”
Soon the air was filled with Bucky’s screams again, torturous and raw. Brock Rumlow looked on in silence, taking in the sight before him. This, he could work with.
The team consisting of Florence, Steve, Natasha, Sam, Maria, and Fury were littered throughout the vacant underground room, lights dim and the air heavy with stale humidity. Steve and Sam stood while the remaining few were seated at a long conference table. Fury had documents scattered in front of him, Maria with a laptop, typing away intently.
Fury held an image of Pierce from the ’80s in his hand, “This man declined the Nobel Peace Prize. He said peace wasn’t an achievement, it was a responsibility.” Fury threw the picture onto the table, “See, it’s stuff like this that gives me trust issues.”
Natasha speaks from her chair next to her fellow redheaded friend, a solemn expression on her face, “We have to stop the launch.” Alexander was planning on using Project Insight, which consisted of three helicarriers that patrolled the Earth to eliminate threats, deployed after the Battle of New York, only this time it was being planned to be used as a way for HYDRA to eliminate any threats to themselves. The operation was now turned against them.
Fury looked at Natasha with an eyebrow raised, “I don’t think the Council’s accepting my calls anymore.” He flipped open a briefcase, revealing three data chips.
Behind Florence, Sam spoke with arms crossed tightly over his chest, “What’s that?”
Maria flipped her laptop around, showing the team a diagram of data, “Once the helicarriers reach 3,000 feet, they’ll triangulate with Insight satellites, becoming fully weaponized.”
“We need to breach those carriers and replace their targeting blades with our own.” Fury gestured to the case in front of him.
Maria flipped her laptop back around, “One or two won’t cut it. We need to link all three carriers for this to work because if even one of those ships remains operational, a whole lot of people are gonna die.” The entire team grimaced.
All eyes were on Fury as he spoke, “We have to assume everyone on those carriers is HYDRA. We have to get past them, insert these server blades. And maybe, just maybe we can salvage what’s left.”
Florence and Steve shared a look, Florence knew Steve wouldn’t let that happen, “We’re not salvaging anything. We’re not just taking down the carriers, Nick. We’re taking down S.H.I.E.L.D.”
Fury snapped back at Steve, “S.H.I.E.L.D. had nothing to do with this.”
“You gave me this mission, this is how it ends. S.H.I.E.L.D.’s been compromised. You said so yourself. HYDRA grew right under your nose and nobody noticed.” Steve’s face was set, his entire body taking on the posture of command.
Fury gestured around the room with his hands before setting them back on the table, “Why do you think we’re meeting in this cave? I noticed.”
Steve’s face remained cold, “How many paid the price before you did?” Florence read between the lines, she knew what he was asking and it felt like a punch to the gut.
Fury bowed his head as Florence looked away, “Look, I didn’t know about Barnes.” No one did.
Steve scoffed, “Even if you had, would you have told me? Or would you have compartmentalized that too? Like Florence.”
“Hey, she did what she had to. You did not go through what she did.” Florence looked to Fury with kindness in her tired eyes, silently thanking him.
Steve interrupted the tender moment, continuing his speech, “S.H.I.E.L.D., HYDRA, it all goes.”
“He’s right. It all has to go.” All eyes darted to Maria, a silent understanding that Steve was right. This was the beginning of the end.
Fury looks around, eyes landing on Sam, “Don’t look at me.” Sam nods his head to Steve, “I do what he does, just slower.”
Steve stood at the head of the table, staring at Fury as he leaned back in his chair, “Looks like you’re giving the orders now, Captain.”
The team was given their tasks, parting their separate ways before the mission.
Florence found Steve outside, standing on the bridge lost in thought.
Florence sided up next to him, “Hey, I know you probably hate me right now, but-”
Steve cut her off, turning to face her, “I don’t hate you. I don’t. I’m just struggling to wrap my head around the fact that he’s been alive this entire time and you haven’t told one person. Not even me.”
“Steve, I tried. After I ran, I tried to go back for him but he wouldn’t let me; told me to run and to never come back for him. So I had to go into hiding. Seventeen years Steve. It’s not like I could walk into a government building and tell them without HYDRA catching wind. Hell, I could have been walking straight back into HYDRA. You have to understand that everything I’ve done has been to protect him. Everything.” By the end of the redheads’ speech, she was choking back tears, hands trembling at her sides. She bit her lip to quell the emotions running through her.
Steve placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “I know, I know. I’m sorry.”
Silence fell over the two friends as both reminisced on the past, staring off into space.
Florence climbed the stairs behind Bucky and Steve to Steve’s family home. The mood was somber, Florence’s black funeral dress grazing her ankles as she stepped up the last step, standing next to Bucky.
“We looked for you after. My folks wanted to give you a ride to the cemetery.” Bucky’s tone was soft as he spoke to the heartbroken Steve.
“I know. Kinda wanted to be alone.” Steve stared at the ground as he spoke, never making eye contact with either Florence or Bucky.
Florence cocked her head to one side, gaze softly inquisitive as she looked at the small-statured man in front of her, “How was it?”
“It was okay. She’s next to dad.” The blonde’s tone was monotonous and quiet, understandably so.
Bucky shrugged his shoulders, “I was gonna ask-”
Steve cut him off as he reached his front door, hands fumbling in his pocket for the key, “I know what you’re gonna say, Buck, I just-”
“You can put the couch cushions on the floor, like when we were kids. It’ll be fun, all you gotta do is shine my shoes, maybe take out the trash.” Bucky reached down to move a brick, grabbing the key to the door and handing it to Steve, “Come on.”
Steve took the key, finally looking him in the eye, “Thank you, Buck. But I can get by on my own.”
Florence looked to Bucky, silently telling him to comfort their friend. Bucky nodded, speaking again, “The thing is, you don’t have to.” Bucky’s large hand clapped Steve on the shoulder, “Cuz me and Florence? We’re with you till the end of the line, pal.”
The moment was broken up by Sam, approaching the two old friends, “He’s gonna be there you know.”
“We know.” Both Steve and Florence were painfully aware of that fact.
“Look, whoever he used to be and the guy he is now, I don’t think he’s the kind you save. He’s the kind you stop.”
Steve looked to Sam, “I don’t know if I can do that.” Florence knew she couldn’t. Everything she has ever done, Bucky has always crossed her mind- how to help him, save him, protect him; always concerned about his well-being. And now she was forced to go against him.
“Well, he might not give you a choice. He doesn’t know either of you.” Sam twisted the knife with his last sentence, Florence and Steve grimacing at one another.
Steve spoke, looking at Florence for a last time then at Sam, “He will.” The blonde looked over the bridge, “Gear up. It’s time.”
The team changed into their gear and split up to where they were appointed: Natasha infiltrating a meeting with Alexander as a congresswoman with Fury as backup and releasing all HYDRA files, Maria preparing to order the attack to bring down the helicarriers, and Steve, Sam, and Florence to board the helicarrier to replace the targeting blades.
Sam called out to Steve as he walked away, "Wearing that?"
“No. If you’re gonna fight a war, you have to wear a uniform.”
Florence ran through the ship deck as fast as she could, doing her best to not get shot. Her earpiece kept her up to date, Natasha had just started releasing all of the files; her and Natasha’s secrets were now public along with the rest of HYDRA’s. Steve had already made it to the helicarrier, the redhead had gotten caught up with a HYDRA agent on the ground.
Florence was late to the party, Steve, and Bucky already furiously exchanging punches. She got to the top of the carrier as fast as she could with the help of Sam, her feet moving without thought. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Sam deploy his parachute after being kicked off by Bucky, now he was grounded.
Steve and Florence were on opposite ends of the carrier, Florence quickly making her way toward the two men.
Bucky threw Steve off of the top-level, Steve landing below with a thud, shield long gone in the Potomac beneath them.
Florence stared ahead, Bucky finally noticing her arrival. Both looked at the other in silence, gauging the situation at hand. His eyes were void of all emotion, this was not Bucky. The Soldier had a mission to kill her and Steve. Florence had a mission to keep Bucky alive, no matter the cost. If he was alive that meant there was hope to save him. You can’t save a dead man.
The silence was erupted by Florence, her mouth moving before her brain could stop, "Bucky, don't do this. You don't have to do this."
Tears welled up in her eyes unwillingly, the dam threatening to burst. Even if she knew deep down that he had been alive this entire time, a sliver of her always thought he was dead. Maybe her subconscious came up with that thought to protect herself, to make herself feel better about not being able to get him out. And she did try to get him out; she tried like hell. The first five years of her seventeen-year stint of being on the run was the worst. She was constantly moving locations, barely sleeping. And when she did sleep, she dreamt of Bucky- he was always screaming at her to go, save herself, and leave him behind. That was a detail that she would never tell Steve; if they even made it out alive of this situation. Steve wouldn’t understand, he was too stuck in his ways, he would have tried to get him out anyway. He would disregard any command in order to save Bucky even if the demand came straight from Bucky’s mouth. He would never truly understand why Florence did what she did. Maybe it was better that way.
He furrows his brow, lines etching themselves between his steel-blue eyes, "You're my mission."
A single breath is taken before he swings at her, metal arm glinting in the light as she dodges his punch, sweeping under his outstretched arm. She wasn't going to fight back. She couldn't.
Bucky turns violently, eyes hard, set on her. He lunges again as her weapon clatters to the ground of the helicarrier. Now Florence was defenseless. Although it's not like she was fighting back anyway. She'd let him kill her. If that kept him alive, she'd do it. It's not like he remembers her anyway, you can't mourn a person you don't remember.
She takes three steps back, her back colliding with the wall behind her as Bucky stalks forward. His breath fans across her face as he stands in front of her. She notices a stall in his motions, practically seeing his brain malfunction. His head was fighting with his heart.
A fist flies next to her head, Bucky purposely missing as he punches the wall again. His face twisted in pain, he was fighting himself. He couldn't do this. He knew her. His body knew her, pieces of memories played through his brain as he continued to punch the wall, a ring, her hand in his, dog tags being placed around her neck, all of it hurt. Florence was frozen in place as Bucky's fists continued flying next to her, "Go! You need to go!"
He remembered her.
Just as Steve ordered Maria to fire at the carrier, Bucky shoved Florence, causing her to tumble over the edge, joining Steve at the bottom of the carrier as it went up in flames. The carrier was under fire from all sides, jostling violently, causing Bucky to fall along with her. He landed away from Florence and Steve, being pinned under the debris.
Steve got to his feet, swaying as he stumbled over to Bucky who was struggling under the weight of the metal beam. Steve wedged the beam up, freeing Bucky. The girl remained on the ground, curling into a ball from the pain of the impact of the fall.
Florence rose to her feet as Steve told Bucky that he knew them. Bucky’s metal arm reeled back, punching Steve in the face as he screamed, “No I don’t!”
“Buck, we’ve known you your whole life.” Florence’s voice trembled as he hit Steve again, effectively knocking him to the ground.
Steve stood again, “Your name is James Buchanan Barnes.”
Bucky punched Steve in the face for a final time, the force knocking him off the carrier and into the river below. Florence scrambled to stand in front of Bucky, making him really look at her. To truly see her, to see what he was doing. Her face was bleeding, soot smudged across her forehead, sweat mixing with tears and blood flowing down her face.
“I’m not gonna fight you. I love you.” Florence’s body shook with sobs as Bucky tackled her to the ground.
His frame towered over hers, his body heaving as he spoke, “You’re my mission.” His fist flew next to her head, once, twice; never actually hitting her. Florence could see the struggle in his eyes. He was a broken man without a home.
“You don’t love me. You left me!” Bucky’s fist continued flying next to Florence’s head, the plexiglass cracking. Pierce’s words looped in his mind, she didn’t love him. She left him. She abandoned him. She was his mission.
Florence took a heaving breath in, “Yes I do, I do love you. I tried to get you out, I did, you wouldn’t let me, I tried, I-” Bucky interrupted her by pressing his flesh hand against her throat and applying pressure.
He leaned down, only inches between their faces as he applied more pressure around her throat and choking her. He grit his teeth as he choked her harder, brunette hair dangling in his face. This was it. This was Florence’s last chance, “It’s okay. It’s okay. I love you, it’s okay.” If these were the last words Bucky would ever hear from her, she was okay with that. She needed him to know that it was okay. He was doing what he had been forced to do, it wasn’t him. She needed him to know that she understood.
The hand from her throat disappeared, Bucky leaning back above her, staring at her with glassy eyes. Florence struggled for breath as she watched Bucky process her words. Debris fell around them, Bucky hovering over her to protect her from the falling particles. A large engine fell next to them, shattering the glass and sending Florence falling straight into the Potomac, Bucky hanging onto the carrier from a beam as he watched his lover fall into the water below.
Bucky dragged Steve out of the water with his metal arm while the other balanced Florence against his shoulder, ignoring the burning pain of his flesh arm as her head rested on his neck. He placed the two unconscious Avengers on the riverbank, taking one last look at them before he disappeared, becoming a ghost yet again.
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Flying High, Falling Fast
Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; fingering, oral, fucking, subtle creep factor, deceptive charm, the usual fare you know
This is dark!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Synopsis: You meet the new Captain America at an event and impress him with your homemade project, but his interest is more than friendly.
Note: We all need some dark!Sam, right? This is a pretty long one shot, just over 7k words but it was super fun to write a character I don’t get to a lot. But I hope you love him as much as me!
Thanks to everyone for sticking around and putting up with me and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)
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You’d never been to a meet and greet before but it seemed like the perfect opportunity to meet up with Reese. The two of you met a year and a half ago on a Discord server for PC builds and eventually waded through the awkward blank cursors to real conversations. Little updates on new additions to your machines, memes about coding, and the occasional gaming session. He became a stalwart in your mostly solitary existence between work and your empty private life.
It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Reese but you felt safer meeting a stranger from the internet in a public setting. Plus, it was his suggestion. His roommate fell through on attending the event with him and you eagerly accepted the unclaimed ticket. Of course, Reese insisted it was his treat but you made him promise to let you pay for lunch.
Even more exciting, you were going to meet the new Captain America. THE CAPTAIN AMERICA. You wanted to squee but had to play it cool as you waited with Reese in the winding queue.
As exclusive as the meet and greet was, it was stiflingly crowded, even more strenuous as you and Reese tried to adjust your rapport to a face-to-face environment. You mostly ended up chuckling and struggling for some cogent thought.
“What’s in the bag?” Reese asked, finally cracking through the stunted small talk.
“Oh, oh my god, I almost forgot,” you carefully lifted the bag and opened the top to let him peek inside, “I made this last year during lockdown. It’s silly but it was fun.”
He poked his finger around the opening of your drawstring knapsack and his brows rose in surprise. The drone had taken you most of your spare time but you hadn’t yet had a chance to do more than hover it around your bedroom. It was an exact replica, or exact as you could get, of the former Falcon’s Redwing.
“Holy shit! You never mentioned it,” he said.
“Oh, well, I guess… I never thought to. I just spent about an hour or so whenever I could, getting it together. Most of the time was spent on programming,” you closed your bag and let hit hang from your elbow, “and that’s another checkbox on the nerd list.”
“Please, look who you're talking to,” he joked with a snort.
You smiled at him sheepishly and looked ahead of the bodies in front of you as the line shifted forward. He wasn’t exactly disappointing, if anything, he was exactly what you expected. Skinny with black-framed glasses and a bright tee with the Captain’s shield emblazoned across his chest. He wasn’t bad-looking and thankfully not an incel.
“So, uh, you gonna give it to him or something?” Reese asked.
“What-- uh, no, I was hoping he’d sign it actually,” you chewed your lip anxiously, “if I don’t spaz out and just walk away.”
“Right,” he scoffed, “the last time I went to one of these I almost passed out.”
“Oh? Who was it?” you wondered aloud.
“Tony Stark. But I was still in high school,” he explained, “everything else sells out before I get to it. These I got by luck. If David hadn’t swiped them, we’d be standing outside wishing we were in here.”
“I can’t believe he passed on the ticket,” you uttered.
“I’m happy he did,” Reese said, “it made it easier to convince you to meet.”
“Well… we didn’t have to--”
“I’m teasing. Sorry. I’m not very… experienced at this,” he fidgeted.
“It’s fine,” you shrugged as you moved with the line, “I’m just nervous about meeting Captain America, you know? You’re not as intimidating… but I like that.”
“Uh, thanks,” he laughed as you got closer to the table and fidgeted with the straps of your bag. You were almost there.
You stepped up when the people ahead of you cleared away and you couldn’t help but stare at Bucky Barnes’ metal hand as he signed Reese’s special edition Blip magazine. He cleared his throat and you looked the Winter Soldier in the face.
“Oh, sorry,” you slid the poster you got from the shop on the way in onto the table and he unrolled it and signed. You tried really hard not to focus on his hand, you were so curious as to how it all worked. “Thank you.”
He smiled through tight lips and said, “your welcome” before you sidled down to Sam Wilson as you rolled up your poster.
“Don’t worry about him,” Sam said, “he hates these things. I can’t take him anywhere.”
His laughter received a sharp look from the super soldier. Sam took Reese’s magazine and asked his name. You were too lost in thought to answer when he asked for yours. You coughed and sputtered as you tried to remember and Reese answered for you, adding that you were nervous.
“I, uh, oh,” you lifted your bag, “I was hoping, maybe, you might sign this instead,” you handed the poster to Reese and reached into your knapsack, “if you don’t mind?”
You carefully placed the drone on the table and his brows shot up in surprise. He lifted it just as you let it go and admired it as he leaned back, “you make this?”
“Yeah,” you answered shyly, “doesn’t have all the cool features like yours but it flies.”
“That’s awesome,” he put it back down and uncapped his marker, “where do you want me to sign?”
“Just on the top is fine,” you pointed, “thank you so much.”
“My pleasure,” he put his signature after spelling out your name and he grabbed the drone again, “hey, Buck, look at this? I don’t see any fancy arms that need signing.”
“Shut up,” Bucky grumbled and eyed the drone, “pretty cool, though.”
“Thanks, uh, well, we should get out of the way,” you said.
He handed you the drone and smiled. You began to shuffle away and he called you back to the table, “you code? Do a lot of programming?”
“Mostly just corporate sites,” you answered.
“Here,” he reached into his pocket, “send me a text. I think I know some people who’d like to meet you.”
“What?” you took the card rigidly.
“Sure, we’re always looking for techs,” he said, “and if we can’t find a spot for you, maybe you can see the real Redwing. I’ll make sure of it.”
“Wow, thank you, you… don’t have to do… that,” you stuttered.
“I’d be stupid not to,” he waved off your protests, “you go have fun, you two.”
You backed away and turned to walk away with Reese as you shoved your drone back in your bag with the card, numb with disbelief.
“Wow, I can’t believe…” you trailed off as you mind wandered.
“Me either,” Reese said oddly, “that’s… wild.”
You looked at him and smiled. He didn’t look mad, only serious. You tightened the neck of the knapsack and slung it over your shoulders.
“So what are we doing for lunch?” you asked.
In the two weeks since you attended the meet and greet, you and Reese kept up mostly online, many arrangements interrupted by your real life responsibilities. It wasn’t until you offered for him to come with you to the SWORD labs that he had any free time for you. After a stressful text exchange with Captain America, you were too anxious to go alone and he was more than welcoming when you asked to bring a friend.
You stood on the subway as Reese sat and played his Switch. He was jittery as you kept your own nerves hidden just beneath the surface. You found it easier to stay standing as you felt as if you might combust if you sat.
“This is so awesome,” he said as he zipped his Switch up in its case, “thanks for inviting me.”
“I figured I owed you since you got the tickets for the meet and greet,” you said, “and it’s been a while.”
“Sorry about that, work’s been nuts,” he stood as you approached your stop and held onto the pole above your hand, “I kinda skipped out on half a day for this.”
“No,” you frowned, “you didn’t have to--”
“And miss a chance to see the real Redwing? Come on,” he scoffed.
“Oh,” you hung your head, “yeah, I guess that’s worth it.”
“I didn’t mean-- I’m happy to see you too, it’s just kinda a big deal,” he said as you approached the door with the few other passengers readying to hop off.
“No, I get it,” you hooked your thumbs under the straps of your knapsack as the doors slid open and you stepped out onto the platform, “I just… I couldn’t go alone. It’s so… scary.”
“Scary? Jeez, Captain America invited you to a job interview!”
“No, that’s not--”
“Uh, yeah, that’s exactly what it is but I promise, I won’t get in the way,” he said as you head for the concrete stairs, “maybe if he needs an extra coder I might piggy back.”
“Uh huh,” you came up onto the New York sidewalk and came into view of the immense SWORD building, “well, I don’t think it’s all that.”
“So why’d you bring this?” he tapped your bag as you neared the large glass doors and men in suits with coiled wires at their ears squared their shoulders.
“He asked me to,” you said as you were approached by one of the big security guards.
“This isn’t public entry,” he said sternly, “no tours.”
“I have an appointment or… I’m expected,” you pulled out your phone and pulled up the electronic pass Sam sent you, “see?”
“Hmm,” he eyed it and took your phone without asking. Another guard came and scanned it with his phone, “checks out but we’re gonna called down Mr. Wilson and get confirmation.”
“Oh, okay,” you fidgeted as he made no move to return your phone. Reese seemed to shrink as the two men spoke into their headset and nodded at each other.
“Hey,” the glass door burst open as Sam appeared and strode towards you, “hey, sorry, these guys are such buzzkills,” he approached and patted one of the men on the shoulder, “they’re with me.” He assured and waved you after him.
“Um, my phone,” you said to the taller man with the buzzed head. He tilted his head wryly and held out your cell between two fingers. You took it and followed Sam to the doors.
“Anyway, we were just going over some basic maintenance today and I thought you might like to observe. See everything that goes into keeping me and my toys in the air,” he smiled as he held the door and nodded at Reese, “nice to see you again, man.”
“You too, Cap...tain,” Reese answered dumbly.
“Sam is fine,” he chuckled back and tailed the two of you across the lobby as he pointed you towards the elevators. He made Reese look even more like a stick bug. “You bring it?”
“Yeah, it’s in my bag,” you stopped yourself from popping your knuckles out of nervousness, “thank you so much for this. I usually work in cubicles so… uh, yeah… I don’t know what I mean.”
“Hey, don’t be nervous, you built that thing all by yourself? I’m sure you’ll fit right in,” he said.
You got off the elevator and had to hold in a gasp at the shining laboratories as the hi-tech equipment gleamed through the glass walls. Sam led you down the curved staircase onto the lab floors as techs and assistants in both lab coats and starched suits milled around the tables along the edge of the room.
“Hey, Greta,” he called out as he showed you to a metal table, “get a look at this.” A woman with twisted red hair approached as Sam tapped his fingers on the table, “show her,” he urged you.
You swung your bag around and took out the little red and silver drone. You placed it in the middle of the table and the woman, Greta, tilted her head curiously.
“You said you can make this thing fly, right?” Sam asked as Reese watched from the other side of the table.
“Um, yep,” you unlocked your phone and brought up the beta app you designed, “just…”
The drone rose slowly and steadied before you as it hovered over the metal. Greta lifted a dark brow and ran a nail along her chin thoughtfully, “cute.”
“Ah, come on, tell me that isn’t awesome? She did it all by herself,” Sam boasted, “so, what do you think? She’d be a great tech, huh?”
“Tech? I…” you blinked and giggled, that was absurd.
“Does she have a resume? A list of her credentials, at least,” Greta rebuffed.
“Greta,” Sam warned playfully, “I’m her credentials. I’m giving her a reference right now. Hire her.”
“What?” you mumbled under your breath and you saw Reese’s eye cling to Sam darkly, almost enviously.
“You know, if I hadn’t let that kid go for hi-jacking the alpha, I’d tell you to go back to breaking your toys,” she warned, “but I trust you and… I cannot say I’m not impressed,” she narrowed her sights at the floating drone, “how long did this take you?”
“A year or so,” you answered, “it was… just meant to be a hobby but--”
“Well, make it your life,” she said tersely, “Wilson, you deal with HR, Sheila likes you better.”
“Leave it all to me,” he grinned and she walked away.
“Here,” he turned back to you, “I’ll show you the operating system for the real deal.”
He ushered you and Reese over to a computer after you lowered your drone. The real Redwing sat on a module next to the screen and Sam punched the keys and took a hooked earpiece from a small stand, “put this on.”
You slipped the earpiece on as he revealed a bracelet and adjusted it on your wrist, a small ring looping up your index finger.
“Bend your finger,” he said and you did it, “lift it up, back… like that.” Redwing rose and you watched in amazement, “tilt your head…” the drone aimed in the same direction as your head, “now back,” it flew higher, “just like that. You’re getting it.”
You steered the drone in a circle and Sam helped you maneuver it back down. He let you hand the controls over to Reese who had more fun with it and nearly took out one of the workers. He apologised and Sam just chuckled, though it didn’t sound so amused.
When Redwing was back in its place, Sam took you all around the room to show you every gadget; his wings, his suit, all his little weapons, and even pulled up some Wakandan schematics of Bucky’s arm. Much of it wasn’t in English however and you could only decipher what was visually laid out.
He left you there for a moment as he excused himself to chat with a tech about his wings. Reese huffed and leaned against the wall. You were quiet, mostly stunned, though your usual reticence could also be blamed.
“I don’t think you should’ve brought me,” he said, “I told you it was a job interview.”
“I didn’t know, I thought you would enjoy it,” you felt awful as Reese had given up trying to hide his jealousy.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said, “well, it is pretty cool but…”
He was interrupted as Sam returned, “sorry about that, guys, I kinda messed up one of the engines on the wings on my last mission.”
You smiled and said it was fine. You hadn’t expected so much attention and thought it would be a brief little show and tell, not an entire tour. You returned to the table where you left your drone and shut down the app. You packed up your Redwing, it felt lighter but you were sure you were just imagining things as your head spun. You looked down at the bold signature across the shell and knotted the drawstring above its nose.
“Sorry, I…” you took your bag from the table, “I hate to bother but is there a bathroom I can use.”
“Oh yeah, just head back up the stairs, left of the elevators,” Sam pointed above, “we’ll wait here, there’s one last thing I wanna show you.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back,” you headed for the stairs and latched onto the railing before you could trip upwards.
You bumbled up the stairs and after a brief moment of blankness, you found your way to the bathroom. You quickly slipped into the stall and spent a minute at the mirror after washing your hands to get your head straight. It felt like a dream, or worse, a joke.
You headed back out and Sam was waiting just by the elevators to your surprise. You pursed your lips and glanced around, “where’s Reese?”
“Oh, yeah, uh, he left,” he said as he shoved his hand in his pocket, “said he wasn’t feeling it.”
“Really?” you shrunk, just a little, “erm… that’s too bad.”
“Yeah, kinda weird, I don’t think I’ve ever just ditched a girlfriend in the middle of the city,” he said.
“Girlfriend? Well… it’s… it’s early,” you rubbed the back of your neck, “I hope he’s okay.”
“Damn, I hope he didn’t ruin it, I still wanted to show you the shield,” he intoned, “but if you’re not feeling up to it--”
“No, no, I’m here, that would be awesome,” you forced a smile.
Had you done something wrong? Was it rude to invite Reese and have all this rubbed in his face? You thought he’d feel worse if you didn’t invite him. Your doubts flurried in your head as you stepped onto the elevator with Sam, chewing your cheek as you tried not to show your disappointment.
You were brought back to the present as the metal doors opened and Sam nudged you as you stared right through the open space. You stepped out ahead of him and he caught up and walked beside you as he explained what was hidden in every room; mostly offices and training gyms.
He unlocked a door at the far curve of the circular hallway and jiggled until it opened. He pushed it open and the lights flicked on automatically.
“Bucky,” he grumbled, “he almost took the handle right off… so now I gotta fight it.”
“Oh,” you entered as he beckoned you inside and you looked around the spacious office.
“You know, there’s lots of paperwork when you take out a whole bridge, even if it is an accident,” he laughed, “and it gives me a place to show this off.”
He went to the wall where the shield was held on small metal hooks and slid it out easily. The vibranium sung in the air as he turned to you and held it out.
“You wanna?” he asked.
“Sure…” you murmured as he turned it around and held it so you could hook your arm through the straps. He let it go and stood back to look you over.
“It suits you,” he said, “got your own Redwing and you hold that like a real champ. Maybe it’s time I step aside.”
You laughed nervously and shook your head. You peeked down at the metal and lifted and angled around as you admired the smooth curve.
“Thanks,” you offered it back to him and he took it with one hand, “for everything.”
“You’re taking the job, right?” he prodded, “it’s perfect.”
“Mmm, well, I got a job--”
“Better than here? Better than suiting up the Cap?” he chided.
You bent your ankle under you and swayed on your feet. It was a great opportunity and way better than your desk job. It just felt like you didn’t deserve it.
“I need an answer. Greta doesn’t like indecision,” he said.
“O-okay, okay,” you surrendered, “I… if I said no, I’d feel even worse.”
“You won’t regret it, promise,” he said, “if you do, Redwing is yours. The real one.”
“No, no, I’m…” you rocked as you gripped the straps of your knapsack, “I’m sure I won’t.”
Your two weeks notice rolled by. Your boss was less than pleased by the sudden departure but you didn’t care much as you wouldn’t have to deal with him for much longer. You wrapped up your last day with your replacement and left feeling free, though the anxiety of your job loomed on the other side of the weekend.
In those weeks since your visit to the SWORD facility, you hadn’t heard much from Reese. That night when you messaged him to make sure he was okay, he didn’t say much more than ‘just tired’. After that, he was always offline when you signed onto the server and all your co-op requests were declined. You were ready to give up.
Oh well, it was an online thing anyway, you were stupid to think it could work out.
But you were not entirely isolated. To your surprise, you got several messages from Sam, you still couldn’t help but think of him as Captain America and feel like you had nothing interesting to say to a hero. When he found out you liked to game, he even joined you for a session on headset but again, you were hyper focused and quiet. You were flattered that he was trying to make you feel welcome, that he even bothered to get you a job, but it all felt so above you.
When you got home that night, you logged in and sent a request to Reese, just one last attempt. He didn’t even respond, even after fifteen minutes of waiting. You shut down your PC and grabbed your switch instead. You changed as the system updated your Animal Crossing and flopped onto your bed.
You laid across the mattress, one leg over the edge and the other bent. You ran through, planting, fishing, and selling as you tried not to think too much. You’d done enough of that lately. You zoned out as your eyes narrowed at the small screen but in your peripheral, you felt a shadow move. You shrugged it off as the sunlight playing through the curtains and rolled onto your side to ignore it.
You kept on, ready to log out as you didn’t want to spend another Nook Ticket to go to and island and get nothing but flowers. You heard a subtle whirring and glanced over at your computer. It was sleeping and it was never that loud. You noticed that light shift again and turned. There was nothing. Nothing but your dresser and the signed drone, just as you left it.
You squinted and turned off your Switch. You went out to the front room to drop it back in the dock. You stretched and grabbed your phone from your purse to put in an order for some take-out. You stopped as you noticed Sam’s unanswered messages.
‘Whatcha doin’ tonite?’ and several that assumed you must be busy.
‘Sorry, got caught up gaming,’ you replied guiltily.
Your phone shook before you could close out of the chat and you answered as Sam’s name flashed across the top.
“Hello?” you squeaked.
“Hey, hope I’m not buggin’ you but I thought-- stop, Jesus Christ, sorry, we’re on our way to dinner and we hoped you might join us.”
“We?” you echoed.
“Oh, ha, yeah me and Bucky, Greta, and some of the techs. Not too many of us but you’re more than welcome,” he said, “since you start on Monday, it will be good to get to know some people.”
“Y-yeah, for sure,” you answered. It felt more an obligation than an invite. You didn’t want to come across snobbish or lazy even if you’d rather eat fried noodles and watch some trash reality TV.
“Great! I’ll send you the address,” he growled and hissed under his breath, “sorry, again, I’m just dealing with this-- I’ll see you there. Save ya a seat.”
He hung up abruptly and you stood dumbfounded staring at your jacket. You dropped your phone back into your purse and headed back to your room. You had to find something to wear that didn’t seem like you were trying too hard or not trying enough.
As you entered, that same whirring floated through the air and suddenly stopped. You looked around confused; not a fly, not your PC acting up, nothing. You grimaced at the poster with the star emblem across it and went to your dresser to pick out an outfit. It was probably the neighbour fucking around. Apartment living was rarely peaceful.
The restaurant was bustling as you were met by the hostess at the door. You told her you were there to join the party from SWORD. She showed you to the table and Sam saw you above the din and waved to you then shoved Bucky over on the cushioned bench.
“Right here,” he pointed as he waved you over and stepped aside to let you past. You sidled along and sat, apologizing to Bucky as he rolled his eyes, “not too late.”
You gave your drink order as a waiter came by and shrugged out of your jacket, letting it bunch up around your back. Sam offered his menu and introduced the people you didn’t know at the table; alongside Bucky and Greta, were Xan and Wyatt. You said hello and opted for the fiesta salad as you set aside the menu.
“Are you excited?” Sam asked.
“For what?” Bucky huffed, “she’s gotta put up with you.”
“Hey,” Sam took the lemon off the rim of his glass and tossed it at Bucky, “he lightens up… sometimes.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Bucky grumbled but you could hear the humour in his voice.
You sank into the background as the night went on. You spoke up when you were called on but felt it hard to assert yourself, especially with someone as outspoken as Sam beside you. Still, he made sure to make you feel included when you started to feel forgotten. For that you were grateful and he was right, it made you feel a little less anxious about your first day.
As you came out onto the sidewalk, your wallet painfully lighter, you bid goodbye to everyone but Sam hung around. You clutched your purse and peered down the street.
“Thanks for inviting me,” you said.
“Ah, you know what, I shoulda asked that guy, Reese? How’s it going with him? He your boyfriend yet?”
“Ha, no,” you sucked in your lip and took a deep breath, “I don’t even think we’re friends anymore.”
“Oh no, what happened?” he asked.
“I dunno,” you said wistfully, “but it is what it is.”
“He’s missin’ out. You’re a cool girl,” he said, “building drones for fun. Kinda why I had to snag you, you know? Someone with your skills, that’s dangerous.”
“Dangerous?” you chortled, “no.”
“Well,” he checked his phone, “how are you getting home?”
“I’ll just take the train,” you said, “my place is only about a ten minute ride from here.”
“You sure? I can give you a ride,” he said.
“Nah, really, you’ve done… more than enough.”
“Alright, well, see you Monday?”
“Monday?” you wondered.
“I’ll pop in before I head out,” he said, “got a mission so I might not be around more than that.”
“Okay, Monday,” you confirmed, “see ya.”
Monday was a whirlwind. It started on a high as Sam suited up and showed off his wings before he headed up to the jet pad. Greta muttered that she was happy he’d be out of your way before she went through the task of getting you acquainted not only with the tech but with their workplace rituals. It was a lot to take in but you did your best to absorb every word and second.
When you got home, you had a folder full of notes and spent too long going over them before you remembered the groan in your stomach. You ate a lazy super of Kraft Dinner and lazed across your bed doing nothing but watching Youtube tutorials on your tablet. You fell asleep early and woke to your alarm and a dead tablet.
You got up, got dressed, ran out, and did it all again. The first week dragged by and yet it felt like you didn’t have enough time. On Friday, you got home and fell across the couch in your work clothes. You held your phone above you and scrolled dozily through your feed.
A dot popped up and you flicked over to your notifications. The selfie you posted on your first day at the lab with Sam in his suit had lots of hearts but your first comment was less than pleasant. Beside Reese’s icon was all caps: MUST BE EASY SLEEPING YOUR WAY INTO A JOB!
Your heart pattered and you sat up. You deleted the comment but another soon appeared; several as you kept deleting and finally blocked him. ‘Slut, whore, dumb bitch…’ it was the last thing you expected from him.
You opened Discord and clicked on his chat. ‘What’s going on? Why are you doing this?’
The text flicked across the bottom that Reese was typing but he stopped and you sat there for what felt like forever before his response popped up.
‘I can’t believe you brought me all the way there to rub my face in all that shit. And for what? You should’ve just told me I had no chance and I woulda left you alone. If you wanna fuck Sam Wilson, do it, but don’t chain me along like your little bitch boy. Get fucked slut.’
You flinched as you read it and re-read it. You typed shakily as your eyes watered. ‘I’m not fucking Sam and I wouldn’t. I brought you there because I wanted to and thought you would like it. I didn’t know you felt so strongly about it. But I see what you think of me so I only wish you the best and hope you find peace.’
You sent the message but just as quickly, you were blocked from sending any more. You tossed your phone and fell back against the couch. That must have been why he took off but you couldn’t figure out how he thought you of all people were sleeping with Sam Wilson. Really? He was just another incel after all.
You phone jangled with your annoying ringtone and you grabbed it, expecting to be insulted by Reese again but it was Sam calling. You really weren’t in the mood to talk with him. You just wanted to be left alone. But you couldn’t just ignore Captain America.
“Hello?” you answered.
“Hey, I just got back in town. Whatcha doing?” you could hear the wind in the speaker.
“Just got home. I’m exhausted. Probably gonna just nap.”
“You okay?” he asked after a moment.
“Fine,” you said dully.
“Don’t sound fine,” he said, “what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” you insisted.
“Oh, so it’s not what that boy said on your photo?”
“You saw that?”
“You tagged me, remember?”
“Oh, yeah, no, it’s…”
“Shit, don’t listen to him. He’s just a boy, he blew his chance and he’s bitter about it,” he said, “how about I come over, make sure you’re really okay?”
“No, I don’t think--”
“Ah, come on, don’t make me worry all night about you,” he chided.
“Sam, you really--” There was a knock at the window and you froze. “Sam?”
The line clicked and you heard the tapping again. You lowered your phone and went to the window. Outside, geared up in his wings and suit, Sam hovered before the glass. You blinked and he rapped again. You snapped out of your shock and unlocked the window and slid it up.
“What are you doing?” you asked, “wait? How do you know where I live?”
He grabbed onto the frame and hooked his leg through as he retracted his wings. He bent under and sat half-in and half-out of the window, “forgive me? I did a bit of snooping in HR.”
“I told you not to come. I really don’t feel up to-- It’s really weird that you’re here,” you sat as he ducked pulled his other leg through and stood, “Sam, I think you should go.”
“You shouldn’t be alone, especially after that moron sending you that shit,” he said coolly as he took off his tinted goggles.
“Well, I want to be alone, so you should--”
“I mean, I haven’t even fucked you yet and he’s jealous,” he snickered, “so I guess we should give him a real reason.”
“What are you talking about? That’s… gross. You should go--”
“Come on, girl, you think this was really about a drone,” he tossed his goggles down and set his shield on the chair as he strode around the room, “convenience. I want you close.”
“I don’t--” you looked down at your phone, “get out, Sam.”
The tone of your finger pressing ‘9’ sounded and he spun quickly to face you. He stormed over to you before you could hit ‘1’ and ripped it from your grasp.
“You’re gonna call the cops and say what? I’m Captain America,” he snarled, “but you can just call me Cap.”
He winked and threw your phone out the window smoothly. You gasped as he chuckled and lifted his wings off his back. He leaned them against the wall and stretched out his shoulders. He looked around as he twisted his tongue between his teeth.
“I like this, looks cozy,” he toed the side of the couch with his boot, “look better with you on it.”
You watched him stroll around the coffee table as he unzipped the collar of his suit. The scene was like some tainted nightmare. Maybe you’d fallen asleep. You were so tired you must have just passed out but you weren’t waking up.
You spun around and ran into the small hallway that led to your door. You were caught from behind, pulled back by the nape of your blazer as Sam tutted. His arm went around your waist and he lifted you off your feet. He turned and carried you back into the front room. You kicked and writhed as his strength enwrapped you.
“Please, please,” you begged, “I… I don’t understand. This isn’t-- this isn’t what I wanted. I didn’t--”
“Baby girl,” he cooed as he brought you close to the couch, “be good and listen to your Captain. Now stop this.”
“No, no,” you gulped at air as the panic rose in you, “I never-- please, you don’t have to do this--”
“You gotta do what I say,” he snapped and flung you onto the couch, “I don’t want to make you.”
You looked at him as you trembled in fear and disbelief. This couldn’t be. He was Sam Wilson, the Captain America; he was a nice guy.
“You have one minute to get naked,” he said and you just gaped at him, “you gonna make me repeat myself?”
Your throat tightened as his dark eyes bore into you. His hand balled to a fist and finally you found an ounce of strength. You pushed your legs over the edge of the couch and slipped out of your blazer. You stood carefully and watched him cautiously. You had to look away as your hands quivered over the buttons of your blouse.
You turned and folded your shirt over your blazer. You could hear him behind you as you unbuttoned your pants and pushed them down your legs. The question of what you were doing flitted through your head but the fear pulsed through you and took over.
“Ah,” he sighed and you peeked back as he freed himself of the top half of his stealth suit.
You turned back and hesitated. You knew there was more, you knew what he wanted, but your body locked up as your fingers curled and your insides knotted.
“Let me get that,” he came close and his fingers tickled along your shoulder blades and he unhooked your bra, “hmmm,” he let go and the cups fell off your chest, “almost there, baby.”
He stepped back and you shuddered. You dropped your bra and hooked your fingers under your panties. You wiggled them down a little at the time and heard the intake of breath as you pulled them down entirely. You stood still, unable to move, too mortified to face him.
“Come on, baby,” he said, “get comfortable.”
You inhaled and turned slowly. You went to the couch as he shed his undershirt and added it to the pile atop his shield. He looked at you and tilted his head as he licked his bottom lip. He snarled as he took in the sight of you and pointed you to the couch.
You sat and hugged yourself as he stripped off his pants along with his boxers in a single swipe. You flicked your eyes away as you glimpsed his hard dick as he stood straight and you stared at the open window. You smushed your lips together in horror and held in the tide of tears.
He came closer and you tried to tune out the room. This couldn’t happen. It just couldn’t. You felt his hands on your knees and he urged your legs apart. You resisted for a moment then let him guide your limbs. It would be over sooner if you just let it happen.
He knelt on the floor as his hands kneaded along your thighs and framed your vee as he leaned over your lap. You winced and he kept your legs from closing as he pushed his body between them. His thumb grazed your folds and he pushed between them. You let out a hushed gasp as he swirled around your clit.
“See, it’s not so bad to be good, is it, baby?” he purred, “you’re wet already.”
He slid his thumb up and down and spread the wetness along your cunt. You were shocked and humiliated by your obvious arousal. You shouldn’t be turned on by this. Your body was not listening to your mind, it was obeying his touch.
“Mmm,” he hummed as he turned his hand and poked along your entrance with one finger.
He pushed inside and you clenched around his intrusion. He pulled in and out and added another finger. Your nails clawed at the cushion and you pressed back into the couch. He kept his thumb on your clit as he worked his fingers inside of you and the tension clustered between his fingertips.
“Oh, baby, listen to you,” he bet forward and replaced his thumb with his tongue as he kept fingering you.
You turned your face up to the ceiling and squeezed your eyes shut. You bit your lip as the ripples radiated from your core and your breath hitched. His hand moved faster as he suckled at your bud and his free hand groped your chest blindly. You slapped your hand over your mouth as you came, your back arching as you pushed into him.
He teased you through your climax and pulled away only as you quaked and whined at his unyielding touch. He drew his fingers out of you and sat back to lick them clean. You peeked down at him and quickly away as his eyes blazed back at you.
“Up,” he stood and stroked himself shamelessly as he strode around the coffee table, “put your hands on there.”
You rose unsteadily, legs shaking beneath you as your entire being felt like jelly. You went to him and turned your back to him. You bent over and he grabbed your ass and squeezed with a growl. You gripped the table and hung your head as the cool air grazed your cunt.
He shoved his hand between your legs and rubbed you again. He stepped closer and bent his knees as he lined himself up with your entrance, sliding in between his fingers as he spread you wide. You choked as his tip poked inside and he eased himself inch by inch into you. He held your hip as he reached his limit and groaned.
“Baby, oh god damn,” he thrust so that your whole body jerked. It was painfully delightful. Of the few men you’d been with, he was the biggest, or at least the thickest.
He rocked slowly and a moan escaped your lips. Despite the torturous pressure of his intrusion, you could ignore the pleasure laced in the pain. His hand brushed up your as and along your back. He bent over you as his fingers curled over your shoulder and he pressed his body to yours as he fucked you.
You kept your head down as you tried to measure your breaths and the pathetic noises rising from you. He pushed his hand down your stomach and between your legs again to play with your clit. He moved his legs against yours and forced them together so your cunt hugged him even tighter. He grunted and you whimpered as his fingers added to the new pressure.
He sped up so that the table scraped against the floor but kept you up with one arm around you. He rutted into you wildly as his sultry voice filled your chest and his heat consumed you. You cried out as another orgasm swept through you and your cunt quivered around him desperately.
He pulled you up suddenly so you stood on your toes. He tilted into you as he brought his arms up around yours and tined his fingers behind your head. His flesh slapped yours loudly and you opened your eyes as you heard a familiar whirring. The drone flew before you, the signature on its shell, but a light blinking at its nose. Yours didn’t have a light.
“Ah, yeah,” he rasped through rampant breaths, “looks like they got mixed up.”
“Huh--” you sucked in your breath as he thrust harder and deeper.
“I didn’t mind, he helped me keep an eye on you,” he said as he nuzzled you above his hands, “you look so cute in your little tee shirts.”
You groaned and leaned your head against him as another rush of fear was met with unwanted bliss. You murmured senselessly as he picked up his pace and the drone came closer. He purred as you felt his muscles tighten.
“Don’t worry,” he puffed, “I’ll make sure the boy knows he was right.”
He buried himself in you, nearly taking you off your feet, and twitched as he emptied himself into you. He rocked his hips subtly as he rode out his climax and stilled you as his voice gristled to rampant pants. His arms fell to embrace you and he kept you flush to him as he lingered inside.
“Or I can keep that little video to myself…” he brought his hand up to cradle your chin and poked his finger along your lower lip, “it’s all up to you, baby.”
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