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akariamai · 1 year

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Familiar [Part 1]

Part 2, Part 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x immortal!reader

Word Count: 1238

You watched the world you’d always known become public knowledge. It was laughable in which the US government feeds their citizens lies, lies that the enhanced individuals are a new construct, lies that they only started to appear in the age of heroes. Enhanced individuals have always existed. They always walked among the non enhanced. The only difference is more dangers have bubbled onto the surface and now they’re trying to save face.

Steve Rogers might’ve been the world’s first superhero but he was not the first enhanced individual. He was made into one and celebrated for it. Acting as a poster boy for the US government to recruit young men with a romanticized version of war. Those who were born enhanced were often murdered, caught, or experimented on. The history of the lost to never see a glimpse of light.

You had known Steve once upon a time. Your paths crossed whenever you found yourself in New York. You heard him getting beat up in the alley next to the theater being saved by his friend, Bucky Barnes. It was a rather lackluster moment and you had no idea how important to history they both would become. He was but a boy back then, wanting to be a hero but limited by his body.

Throughout years of torture and experiments by the government, you readily escaped and made a life for yourself. Hidden away from the government and living in isolation. At times, you would gather enough courage to leave your safe haven and explore the ever changing world around you.

Money makes the world go round and round. At least, that’s what those in control want the population to comprehend and accept. You had seen the value of money diminish and the cost of necessities increase unjustifiably. The concept itself is of greed as no person should have to justify their worth with the amount of cash in your bank. You had lived through the rise and fall of empires, the extinction of a plethora of animals and insects, and witnessed the destruction in the wake of greed for money.

As money had never been an issue for you, you’d donate religiously to charities in feeding and sheltering the homeless in various parts of the world, created multiple scholarships for students to get free-rides to their dream schools, funded research centers and other organizations. You had far too much money for just an individual.

Once you explored the world for what it had to offer, you became bored. Traveling was once exciting but the thrill dissipated. You now occupy your time reading books, mindlessly scrolling on social media, watching television, and other niche hobbies. You had so much time to do everything you’d ever wanted and search for the answers to questions that remained unanswered.

You found yourself in a decent routine to keep yourself from going insane. It might’ve been considered boring to the average person but you had done so much in your life, any downtime was welcomed with open arms and a bottle of whiskey.

“Do you think they’re here?” Hushed voices whispered in the distance. The forest creatures that usually surround your home remain quiet, not knowing what to think about the strangers walking through their forest. They had become familiar to you but were still wary of humans.

“Well-kept house in the middle of nowhere and Red Wing picking up one heat signature would suggest so.” It was another voice. A voice you knew you heard before. It was a voice from the TV. You’d realized the voice belonged to Sam Wilson, an apparent pararescue who fought with the Avengers to save the world. You didn’t know if he was considered to be an Avenger though. After the whole debacle with the Sokovia Accords, the breaking up of the Avengers, and the fight with Thanos, the question of the status of the group has been unclear.

“You’d think they know we’re here?” The voices became louder as they inched closer to her safe haven. You wanted them out. To leave you alone with your thoughts. You didn’t want strangers to mess up what you had built for yourself. They needed to leave.

You recognized the other voice as well. It belonged to an old acquaintance. He flirted with you after he saved his friend, Steve, from being beaten in an alleyway. It seemed like such a natural occurrence but hearing him now was a bit surreal. He probably wouldn’t recognize you after all he’s been through. You remember when he was falsely blamed for the bombing of the Vienna Bombing. Sloppy work for someone’s who’s identity remained hidden for so long, only whispers of the nickname Hydra had given him. Idiots. You thought bitterly. Bucky was such a kind man turned into a mindless weapon. You wished he would have lived a long and beautiful life without the violence or suffering that he so rightfully deserves.

He sighed, annoyed by the questions, “Yes. They’re probably aware of our presence. [Reader] we know you're in there. We just want to talk.” You didn’t listen. You couldn’t move. No one was supposed to know your name. You’d messed up sometime during the rise of technology, you assumed. It was easier to go under the radar before technology developed and expanded to the point where your face could be caught on camera.

Your mind began to race as they made it to your porch and knocked gently. You couldn’t outrun a supersoldier. Your powers only consisted of immortality which you found to be rather lonely and painful. You slowly crept to the door, your arm uncontrollably shaking as you reached to open it. You were opening the door of uncertainty and allowing the outside world to enter. “What do you want?” It was the question that echoed underneath your breath.

Sam gave you a gentle simple, “I’m Sam Wilson and this is my associate Bucky Barnes.” He gestured to his companion. “We don’t mean to intrude but we have a couple of questions only you would be able to answer.” Bucky stared long and hard at your face. His eyebrows scrunching together as he tried to pinpoint why you were so familiar. “We have evidence to suggest that the soldier serum was recreated. Since you have been alive for a decent amount of time, have you heard of anything that’ll be able to help us?”

Of course you had heard of multiple instances of scientists, from all around the world, desperately searching for the answer to recreate the super soldier serum. Many had failed leaving a trail of dead bodies of unwilling victims.

“You should check with your own government.” You bluntly replied. The American government had tried to keep the experiments of their own soldiers a secret but people talk. Guilt overcomes silence. While the media caught smoke of what happened behind closed doors, drunken secrets were spilled for all to listen and you listened. “I know they tried… relentlessly.”

“You look familiar.” Bucky’s voice rang, catching the attention of both Sam and you.

Sam gave him a questioning look before observing your reaction. It was neutral. No confusion or alarm emerged in your facial expression. You look straight into Bucky’s eyes, seeing the window of his broken soul trying to mend itself piece by piece, “I’m pretty sure we've never met.” The lie slipped so smoothly that neither of them caught it.

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vivid4am · 2 years

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Life Goes On (Chapter 11)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Sam, Bucky, and Y/N are in Madripoor. Y/N finally gets to see the Winter Soldier in action.

Warnings: Language, TFATWS spoilers

A/N: Sorry for the year long wait! I had really really REALLY bad writer's block, but I'm hoping to finally finish this fic. It's what y'all deserve for being so kind. Also, I google translated the Russian from the show as best as I could. It's not perfect, but we'll pretend that it is. Thanks!

Chapter 10

The thing that Y/N noticed immediately as she stepped off the plane was the humidity. The air felt thick and stuffy in Madripoor.

Madripoor is an island in Southeast Asia run by, you guessed it, a rotating variety of criminal gangs and terrorist groups. Y/N’s blood thrummed as she read up on the country during the flight.

Thankfully the A/C in Zeno’s hideout was still working, despite him not being there for a while. Zemo had given Sam and Y/N fake identities that they would hide under. Powerful people who no one would dare try to touch. Bucky didn’t need one, as everyone already knew him as the Winter Soldier.

Y/N was hesitant. Sure, she could pull off a few lies, but to try and fake out criminals? Liars who could spot liars? That would be difficult for her to do.

What was even more difficult was the lack of choice she got in her clothing. Y/N wore a short black mini dress with swirled silver glitter adorned to it. Her hair was pulled up, which was helpful considering the heat. The dress hugged her in all the right places and she was afraid that would stir up trouble. The black strap heels she wore dug into her ankles but she tried not to complain.

She took on the identity of Katrina Stachová, a daughter of an affluent man from the Czech Republic who did most of his dealings in Madripoor. Katrina Stanchová was apparently also involved with Conrad Mack, the Smiling Tiger, aka Sam Wilson.

With Zemo in the lead, the four marched towards their disastrous plan. Despite the numerous criminals that roamed the streets of Madripoor, Y/N was astounded by the country at night. The bright purple and blue lights lit up the skyline. The smell of the ocean was a little sour and foul, but Y/N disregarded it as best as she could.

“We have to do something about this,” Sam sighed. “I look like a pimp and Y/N looks like a lady of the night.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“No offense.” Sam grumbled.

“Only an American would think that a fashion-forward black man looks like a pimp and the lovely Lisichika resembles a lady of the night. It’s called fitting into your surroundings.” Zemo argued back with Sam. “You look exactly like the man you’re supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming, African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.”

Y/N laughed. “God, he even has a bad nickname.” She said, playfully hitting Sam on the arm. Zemo took the phone out of his coat pocket and handed it over to Sam. On the phone was an almost identical match to Sam. To the untrained eye, one would say that Sam and Conrad are identical twins. However, upon closer inspection, there is a mole under Conrad’s left eye, while Sam is without one. Zemo must think that the others won’t get close enough to notice.

Y/N heaved a heavy inhale through the nose and then out the mouth. Everything was just starting to settle in for her. She felt terrified.

“You smell this?” Zemo asked, breaking Y/N out of her thoughts.

“Yeah, what is that? Acid?” Sam replied.

“Madripoor,” Zemo replied. “No matter what happens, we have to stay in character,” He coached. “Our lives depend on it. There’s no margin for error.”

The group came upon a black car that was waiting for them on the bridge. It was parked perpendicular to the bridge, almost blocking their way. Sweat broke out on Y/N’s forehead. She felt sick to her stomach with nerves.

“High Town’s that way.” Zemo said, motioning to the skyline in front of them. “Not a bad place if you want to visit,” Zemo opened the door to the car, Bucky following in the back seat to let Sam and Y/N in. He hasn’t spoken a word at all tonight. And that makes Y/N really nervous. Y/N zoned out of the rest of the conversation, doing her best to pull herself together so she doesn’t sell them out before their plan of trickery even starts.

On the ride toward the club, the car is surrounded by bikes that seem to escort the quartet. Y/N swallowed hard and chewed on the inside of her cheek. She thought she was doing really well, holding herself together, thought that no one noticed.

Bucky’s fingers grabbed her hand, slowly intertwining their fingers together.

Oh, She thought. Bucky noticed.

Soon enough, the four arrived at their destination. Bucky subtly calmed Y/N’s nerves by holding her hand in the car. But now, she noticed, he was on high alert. He made sure that Y/N was in front of him the entire time and looked around his surroundings for any immediate threats. Zemo led the sailing group through a sea of people. Criminals making deals, counting cash, and yelling threats at one another.

When they made it inside the club, Bucky notice Y/N tense up, her shoulders almost touching her ears. She looked like she wanted to crawl and hide away. It took a moment for Bucky to realize that she was uncomfortable being around a bunch of men in a crowded unfamiliar place. Not just men, he reminded himself, criminals.

Bucky closely trailed behind Y/N careful to not let her out of his sight. Zemo, ahead of the group announced in a loud voice so that everyone was aware of his presence. “Я готов отвечить зимний солдат?”

Ready to comply, Winter Soldier?

Bucky's jaw clenched at the phrase. He swallowed thickly, eyes trained on what was in front of him. An attempt to ground him. Y/N.

Whispers broke out around the group. Whispers about the Winter Soldier being here. Shocked gasps entered his ears, making his skin crawl in disgust. He hated himself like this.

Bucky stood idly by the bar while Zemo, Sam, and Y/N ordered their “usual” drinks. It took every bit of Bucky’s strength to hold himself together when Sam almost threw up over his snake shot. Y/N downed her martini without thinking twice. Bucky leaned on the bar, as he watched this tall man, bald and bearded with many tattoos approach Zemo from behind.

He cleared his throat, causing Zemo to turn around. “Got word from on high. You ain’t welcome here.” The man said, head nudging towards the upstairs balcony. Zemo, cool and collective replied, “I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me..” He then turned to Bucky. Bucky’s stone-cold blue eyes glared at the man. The man smirked. “New haircut?”

“Or bring Selby for a chat.” Zemo stated, earning the man’s attention again. The man seemed to grow uncomfortable and then retreated, turning his heel and stalking away.

“A power broker, really?” Bucky scoffed.

“Every kingdom needs its’ king,” Zemo replied. “Let’s just pray we stay under his radar.”

“Do you know him?” Sam asked. Zemo shook his head. “Only by reputation. In Madripoor, he’s judge, jury, and executioner.”

“That’s one shitty justice system.” Y/N deadpanned. She picked an olive off of the toothpick of her martini. Bucky would’ve laughed at Y/N, showed some sort of appreciation for her deprecating humor, but another man, this one in a black beanie, sauntered behind the group. Bucky stood by, waiting for his orders.

Zemo sighed, seeing the man before he turned around and said,

“зимний солдат. ты атакуешь.”

Winter Soldier, attack.

It was expected for the man to grab Zemo’s shoulder.

But that’s only in T.V. shows, Bucky gathered. Nothing is ever perfect for them.

The man grabbed Y/N’s shoulder with a tight grip and Bucky immediately sprung into action.

Everything happened so fast. One minute Y/N was eating a gin-soaked olive and the next she was watching Bucky beat the living shit out of a man who grabbed her by the shoulder. Y/N watched in horror as Bucky dodged punches and then launched into attacks, metal arm clamming in human skin. Bones cracked from the sheer strength of his punches. Sam and Y/N couldn’t do anything but stand by and watch. Zemo seemed to egg him on, sending more enemies his way.

“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.” Zemo smirked to Sam, sending chills up Y/N’ spine. She had forgotten that this wasn’t the Bucky that she knew.

The Bucky she knew liked listening to Frank Sinatra and playing rummy with her over a few beers. The Bucky she knew would sit and listen to her babble on and on about The Beatles. And he’d never complain about it.

But this Bucky, he was cold and ruthless. It made her stomach flip and her thighs shake.

The sound of a gun cocking made Y/N freeze and quickly swallow her vile. She watched as everyone in the room loaded and cocked their guns, just as Bucky slammed his latest victim into the bar. Sam laid his hand on Bucky’s metal soldier. Zemo cleared his throat. “Stay in character, or this whole bar turns on us.” He hissed.

Y/N watched as Zemo rolled his shoulders back and placed his hand on Bucky. “Молодец, солдат.”

Well done, Soldier.

Bucky immediately snapped out of his rageful “trance”. “Selby will see you now.” The bartender stated wanting to quickly get the group out from ruining the rest of his business for the night.

Bucky let go of the man. The man slid down the bar, gasping for air. Sam, with a concerned look in his eyes, softly asked. “You good?” Bucky did nothing else but exhale sharply in reply, before turning away and following after Zemo.

Regret was drowning in his blue eyes and Y/N wanted to scream and cry for him. He didn’t want to revert back to his old self, she knew. Her heart ached for him. She wanted to wrap her arm around him and tell him everything would be just fine.

But she couldn’t.

Because now she had to face Selby.

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neeuqiakeht · 2 years

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Bucky: i love both of them but how to i propose to two people?

Sam: two different restaurants. propose to Clint at one restaurant and Y/N at the other. twice the desert, twice the applause.

Bucky: wont people think its weird if theres a third person just sitting there though?

Sam: i once saw someone feeding their pet peacock crème brûlée from their mouth at that new french place. i think faux third wheeling an engagement is the least of your worries.

#incorrect self insert quotes #y/n #bucky barnes #clint barton #sam wilson #clint barton x reader #hawkeye #hawkeye x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #winterhawk x reader #winterhawk

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fleurdelouve · 1 year

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𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

Per the ingenious request from an anon, here are Black writers on Tumblr who write for the ship Fleur de Louve (aka SarahBucky) which involves a Black women!

The below information includes their blogs, whether they’re female or male writers, links to their ao3, and how many Fleur de Louve fics they current have posted.

This list is still in progress, so feel free to contact us if you’re Black and would like to be added to this list!

@rebellconquerer - female - AO3: rebellconquerer

Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 7 fics

- Has also written for: Katara/Zuko, ATLA, Sam Wilson, Ayo, Queen Ramonda, Shuri, Sam Wilson

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@palettesofrenaissance - female - AO3: palettesofrenaissance

Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 11 fics

- Has also written for: Black Panther, Monica Rambeau, Maria Rambeau, Dr. Jason Wilkes, Michelle Jones, Spideychelle, Brunnhilde (Valkyrie from Thor), X-Men, Ava Starr (Ghost from Ant-Man), Gamora, Tyrone Johnson (from Cloak & Dagger), Liz Allan/Cindy Moon, Sam Wilson

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@btwxsixesandsevens - female - AO3: Sixes_and_Sevens

Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 26 fics

- Has also written for: Ayo/Aneka, Black Panther, Janna/Rose Tico, Finn (from Star Wars), Jo/Drash, Dragon Age, Misty Knight, Sam Wilson, Star Wars

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@tllgrrl - female - AO3: NefertiriJones

Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 48 fics

- Has also written for: Shuri, Okoye, Ayo, Sam Wilson, Misty Knight

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@duckybarnes1917 - female - AO3: DuckyBarnes1917

Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: alleged wips

- Has also written for: Sam Wilson, Original female character

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@blackstarising - female - AO3: blackstarising

Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 1 fics

- Has also written for: Sam Wilson, AJ Wilson, Cass Wilson

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@hauntedelation - female - AO3: hauntedelation

Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 1 fics

- Has also written for: Sam Wilson, Original female characters, Black self insert

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@w00wzerz - female - AO3: WOWJAY

Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 2 fics

- Has also written for: Starfire/Dick Greyson (Dickkory) (from Titans), All Rise, Lola Carmichael, Lola Carmichael/Mark Callan, Lola Carmichael/Robin Taylor

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@wakandacoconutoil - female - AO3: wakandacoconutoil

Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 1 fics

- Has also written for: Mel Medarda, Mel/Jayce, Shuri, Black Panther, Arcane: League of Legends

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veeveethebunee · 2 months

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INTRODUCTIONS!!

--> ok i will be honest i have no idea what im doing, all my life and this is my first time on tumblr but bare with me..

--> but im a writer (and roleplayer for when i cant write by myself) and has recently hit MAJOR writers block and thought if i read other peoples work AND maybe have some people submit requests and prompts i could kick it away. so this is just to list all the things i write and who im able to write.

1. FANDOMS :

the fandoms im able to write in the most accurately goes as followed :

- supernatural

- stranger things

- marvel cinematic universe

- x-men (mainly the movies, my comic knowledge is sadly limited.

- merlin

2. CHARACTERS :

there is certain characters i can write from each fandom, some more than others.

- SUPERNATURAL : Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Kevin Tran, Crowley, Rowena, Charlie.

- STRANGER THINGS : Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Jim Hopper, Nacy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers.

- MCU : Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Matt Murdock, Clint Barton, Loki, Thor, Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield), Sam Wilson.

- X-MEN : charles xavier (young), erik lehnsherr (young), peter maximoff, alex summers, hank mccoy, raven darkholme, sean cassidy, logan howlett, scott summers, ororo munroe.

- MERLIN : arthur pendragon, morgana, gwen, merlin, gwaine, lancelot.

- OTHERS (other fandoms im in that arent major) : mike schmidt (fnaf movie), clapton davis (detention), sean anderson, angus macgyver (macgyver)

- i DO write more characters and im always into more but i cant list them all-- so im always opened to playing more characters.

3. THINGS I WRITE.

- SHIPS : some ships im into and write are sastiel, merthur, cherik, gwen/morgana, robin/nancy, sam/bucky, steddie. but im always opened to more ships!! practicslly any ship as long as they arent anything like incest, illegal, etc.

-> i will also write self inserts, y/n fics, and even ocs!! i just need the info to do so.

- TOPICS : i write about ANYTHING that you could think of, whether its a certain trope for characters, fluff, angst, even smut and certain things that pertain to that-- just ask!! i will tell if theres something i will not write.

-> and thats about it!! atleast thats everything i can think of!! thank you for reading!!

#supernatural #xmen #x men movies #x reader #oc x canon #stranger things #marvel mcu #fanfic #fandom #roleplay #writers on tumblr #writing #fnaf movie #macgyver #cherik #steddie #sastiel

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bamf-jaskier · 2 years

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RE: Your post. Here's my two pence as a WOC who grew up outside of western media culture and is engaging with it only now as an adult. I feel like a big part of it is

a) that there are POC in more visible and important roles. Most POC tend to get sidelined ALOT and dont tend to get enough screen time and promenence to challenge racists perception of what's 'right' according to their little self-absorbed bubble. You see this most visibly in MCU etc. With the reaction to black panther, Sam Wilson and the like. Even in a diverse film or show the main character is always white and their love interest (if not white) is always an acceptably light skinned person (colourism is A BIG problem even in non western media)

2) alot of these characters are WOC who pretty much ALWAYS get the short end of the stick and get basically a double dose of racism and misogyny. Especially if they aren't light skinned enough or suitably white looking. (Tangen but related is the way that Disney cast a half white-half Indian actress as an Arab princess even though there are so many talented middle eastern actresses for the position and the use/exploitation of actors with mixed white heritage as basically [insert race] lite [tm] which is unfair to everybody involved except for the system the profits from this whole thing). WOC are more vulnerable to harrassment, racism and criticism because we arent protected and supported the way white women facing misogyny tend to be black women especially bear the brunt of this. Companies especially wont bother to protect their POC actors look at all the star wars sequel trilogy actors who were harrased and threatened off of social media and had their characters and work ruined by white fans using shipping as an excuse for their internalised racism.

Personally I've left the fandom after season one and tend to move on from fandoms pretty quickly because I just don't have the energy to deal with all the casual racism anymore. Sorry for the long rant! I've just been bottling this up for a long time. Thank you so much for doing all you do and bringing up and challenging racism in fandom! I really appreciate it and follow you even after having left the fandom behind! Sorry if some of my explanations don't make much sense. I've tried my best to explain things in English but it isn't my first language and it's hard to verbalise these concepts without making it seem like I'm hating on people or being stupid. Much love x

First, thank you SO MUCH for sharing your thoughts. I read every word and you are right on every count.

I’ve loved fantasy since I was a kid and The Witcher was the first time I saw woc being centered in the story. And it was the first time I saw so many woc in a fantasy show, and the fact that they keep adding more woc to the cast is amazing!!

And we absolutely see backlash when any characters of color get starring roles. The abuse that Anthony Mackie had faced as Captain America is disgusting.

And you are SO right. The fact that there are so many woc in prominent roles puts a target on their back.

I am so disappointed in the executives and media team behind The Witcher and even outlets like Redanian Intelligence because they do NOTHING to protect their cast who constantly get shit on. Lauren tried to make a point about diversity but she ended up falling into the tolerance paradox and engaging with racists. And she did apologize and learn from it…but one half-assed attempt from a show runner is not nearly enough.

And the colorism point. SAY IT LOUDER. Because the show itself has some serious colorism and texturize problems when it comes to characters like Triss and Francesca. And to be honest, some of that problem comes from the fans demanding actresses of color conform to a white standard of beauty.

I totally understand you leaving the fandom. I’ve had so many fandom friends leave one by one because they couldn’t handle the racism anymore. Almost all of them were woc or poc and it fucking sucks and it’s sad but completely understandable. Honestly I feel really humbled and grateful that ur still following me despite leaving the fandom —- so thank you 💛

Also this was INCREDIBLY well verbalized and written!! You know exactly what to say and how to say it in a concise and knowledgeable way.

#I just know there would be so many more people in this fandom if racism wasn’t so rampant and so common :(#asks #anon #if u have my discord feel free to message if u want to talk more or send another anon :)

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biggest-stupidhead · 2 years

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Hi and welcome to my blog!

My name is Grace and I currently write for multiple fandoms

Below the cut are my Rules and Masterlists!

Series Masterlist

One-Shot Masterlist

Rules:

DO NOT REPOST MY WORK ON OTHER PLATFORMS (reblogs are great)

Please do not translate my works without my consent

I will only accept requests when the link in my bio says OPEN

I write explicit content so please include your age in your bio. I will not interact with ageless blogs!! If you are not 18+ please be mindful of these boundaries and respectful of my limits or you will be blocked!

I won’t write incest, pedophilia, piss kinks (or anything like that), age play, pet play, racism, homophobia, transphobia, ableism etc.

I am open to a lot of things, so when in doubt just ask

HOWEVER, I won’t write anything that makes me uncomfortable or feels forced.

I only write self insert fics, I don’t do character x character

I will write smut, I am not known for it but I am willing to give it a try!

I am very open to criticism and comments!

My ask box is always open to chat

Characters that I will CURRENTLY write for:

Wanda Maximoff

Carol Danvers

Natasha Romanoff

Valkyrie

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Steve Rodgers

Loki

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Robin Buckley

Nancy Wheeler

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Feel free to send in others, but know that they are not guaranteed :)

#biggest stupid head filled w stupid thoughts #fanfiction #MCU fic #mcu fanfiction #masterlist #welcome to my blog

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alpurrtwhizkersss · 2 years

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a little introduction [2023]

hey, my name’s Alpurrt, otherwise known as alpurrtwhizkersss here on Tumblr :)

i decided i’d do an introduction post because i’m thinking of starting to write on here.

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/alpurrtwhizkersss/698998070518644736/i-love-you?source=share

i’ll be writing on my own, so i don’t rely on requests but they’d be really great to recieve!

you can find my pronouns in my bio, they may change quite often so i’m not going to put them here because i can’t be bothered coming back to edit this post every week :’)

i do lots of things! my main passion is art, but i’m not sure how much of that i’ll be posting on here, so i’ll mainly be posting about my other passion, which is writing!

here’s the good bit that you all probably care about, what fandoms i write for! okay, actually, first i’m going to tell you my rules for writing:

feel free to request things using the ask box! i’ll always have in my bio whether my requests are open or closed, and i’ll try and get to requests (if i get any) as soon as i can, but since i’m currently at school they may take a while, so please be patient with me :D

I will not write:

Smut, requests concerning serious mental disorders/issues, very dark topics, anything which could insinuate a lack of consent in a relationship, other’s OCs/self-inserts, canon ships (I only write X Readers!)

I will write:

Angst, fluff, making out, hurt/comfort, injury/violence descriptions (this does not mean self harm, I’m sorry but I don’t feel comfortable writing about this topic.), X Reader write from prompts if you give me a prompt and a character, platonic!reader, familial relationship!reader (NOT ROMANTIC) and LGBT+!Reader/Ships!

If you have any questions about these rules/want to clear anything up, drop me an ask!

NOW! Fandoms I write for (With the characters!)

Star Wars:

Obi-Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Poe Dameron, Finn, Rey Skywalker, Padme Amidala, Han Solo, Leia Organa-Solo, Qui-Gon Jinn, Lando Calrissian, Satine Kryze- All of the clones, I’ll really write for anyone from Star Wars, apart from Rebels- since I haven’t seen that yet! But I will update you all when I have :)

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Stephen Strange, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, Shang Chi, Katy Chen, pretty much all of the Eternals apart from Sprite, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, Miles Morales, Foggy Nelson, and Matt Murdock.

I will write for pretty much every X-Men character, I also write for the Fantastic 4 :)

DC:

I write for Gotham as well as other DC canons, so literally send ‘em all in, but if you want specifics:

Every Young Justice character, the entire Batfamily (Damian is questionable, depends what the request entails.), most villains apart from The Joker, most Arrowverse characters, characters from the Sandman, The Suicide Squad (2021), Peacemaker, and John Constantine. There’s probably many more I haven’t thought of, so like I said, just send them all in to me :)

Resident Evil:

Leon S Kennedy, Ada Wong, Albert Wesker, Claire Redfield, Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, William Birkin, Annette Birkin, Sherry Birkin, Jake Mueller, Lady Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Karl Heisenberg, Rose Winters, Joseph Frost, Richard Aikens, Forest Speyer, Luis Sera, Ashley Graham.

Finally, we have some other fandoms that I write for but that aren’t my mains! I won’t be listing names of characters I write for these fandoms so just send a request in and I’ll likely do it :)

Lord Of The Rings

Star Trek

Doctor Who

His Dark Materials (I won’t write for Lyra unless she’s older)

Criminal Minds

The Lost Boys

BBC Ghosts

Supernatural

The Umbrella Academy

The Matrix

RDR2

Final Fantasy 7

Harry Potter/Marauders

Power Rangers

TMNT

Les Miserables

Nancy Drew Video Games

The Hardy Boys

Assassin’s Creed

Stranger Things

It (2017/19)

The Walking Dead

James Bond (PLEASE SOMEBODY ASK ME TO WRITE FOR THESE MOVIES I’M LITERALLY BEGGING)

Dirk Gentley’s Holistic Detective Agency

Six of Crows

Hannibal

Newsies

The Walking Dead

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America:

https://www.apa.org/topics/crisis-hotlines

Britain:

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endlesstwanted · 22 days

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Winter Wonderland Bingo masterpost

Winter is over and so is @seasonaldelightsbingo’s winter wonderland!

I got two cards and managed to fill fourteen squares, mostly in MCU fandoms but also for other Marvel projects, two series and a crossover with two of my fav European films. It was a blast, and even though I didn’t get to finish every WIP I started, I’m excited to keep working on them later on. ❄️🩵

All info, ratings and pairings are below the cut and titles are linked to my Ao3. The 3x3 card will come first, the 5x5 last.

We Stayed Halfway

❄️ Being taken care of

Fandom: Captain America Movies Steve Rogers/Brock Rumlow | Explicit | 2,2k words WARNINGS: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Porn Without Plot Summary: After being exposed to an unknown toxin in a SHIELD’s laboratory, Brock and Steve deal with the effects of it in the Captain’s office.

I’m Not Going To Say Goodbye So I Don’t Have To Go

❄️ Peppering kisses all over their face ❄️ Covered in blankets ❄️ Playing with their hair

Fandom: 9-1-1: Lone Star (TV) Carlos Reyes/TK Strand | T | 2,039 words WARNINGS: Post-Episode: s02e12 The Big Heat, Trauma, Angst Summary: After their night gets ruined by a home in flames, Carlos and TK go to the Strand’s house.

Two Trains And Cold Coffee

❄️ Simply enjoying each other's company

Fandom: Deux Moi (2019), Verdens Verste Menneskee (2021) Julie/Mélanie Brunet | Teen | 200 words Summary: A quiet morning with Mélanie and Julie.

Ten Revolutions Around The Sun Later

❄️ Pressing Forehead Together

Fandom: The Avengers Movies Bruce Banner/James Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark | T | 500 words WARNINGS: Flashbacks, Temporary Amnesia, Implied past Torture and s/h Summary: Bucky’s flashbacks are triggered by the snow. Bruce and Tony are there to help him get back to his own self.

Pros and Cons of Being Hawkeye

❄️ “I’ll be with you from dusk till dawn.” ❄️ Unsteady || X Ambassadors

Fandom: Hawkeye (Comics) Clint Barton & Kate Bishop | Teen | Modboard Summary: A moodboard made by endlesstwanted (and Kate - Hawkeye!) Tumblr link

Broken Oath

❄️ “I’m fine.”

Fandom: Black Widow Movie Yelena Belova/Natasha Romanov | Mature | 742 words WARNINGS: Red Room shit, Angst, Implied past non-con (not between the pairing and not in the fic) Summary: Yelena turns fifteen, and Natalia has to prepare her for the real world. At least, according to what the Red Room thinks a woman needs to work with for them to take over the world.

Boyfriend’s Spider-Sense

❄️ The Most Beautiful [insert] That They've Ever Seen

Fandom: Spider-Man: Spider-Verse (Sony Animated Movies) Hobie Brown/Miles Morales | Teen | 683 words Summary: Miles pays Hobie a visit when he feels he’s not feeling alright.

Chasing Some Warmth

❄️ Being the Little Spoon for the First Time

Fandom: The Avengers Movies Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton/Sam Wilson | Explicit | 795 words WARNINGS: Casual Sex, Porn Without Plot, Established Clint/Sam Summary: The nights at Barton’s farm are very cold since the generator broke down. Bucky’s interested in learning what Clint and Sam do in these cases.

I Can’t Like That

❄️ “I’d rather it be me than you.”

Fandom: Chicago Fire Joe Cruz & Brian "Otis" Zvonecek | Teen | 569 words WARNINGS: Hurt No Comfort, Implied Canon Character Death, Episode: s08e01 Sacred Ground Summary: Joe waits, helpless, for his best friend to leave.

The Good Win Over The Bad

❄️ Wishing on a Penny

Fandom: Captain America Movies Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers | Teen | 100 words Summary: Ten years after graduating from high-school, Bucky reunites with the one that got away from him. At least, if staring at Steve for half an hour counts as a reunion.

Great Things For Kind Hearts

❄️ tis the damn season || Taylor Swift

Fandom: The Avengers Movies Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark | Gen | 100 words Summary: Tony reflects on how his life changed after meeting Bucky.

Someone Like You And Me

❄️ Forced to quit

Fandom: Thor Movies Jane Foster & Sif | Teen | 581 words WARNINGS: Canon Sick Character Summary: In New Asgard’s hospital, Jane reunites with an old friend.

Our Fake Love Story

❄️ Can’t Tell a Soul

Fandom: What If...? (Cartoon 2021) Carol Danvers & Darcy Lewis | Teen | 100 words Summary: Carol shares with Darcy the only thing they can do to stop her wedding with Howard to become legal. Darcy has her doubts.

So Pretty, Hanging

❄️ Hanging from the Ceiling

Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Bucky Barnes/Sharon Carter | Mature | 100 words Summary: When her dom shows up with a new toy to try, Sharon has her reservations. Luckily, she has also thought of something fun to do while being tied up and taken care of.

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peterman-spideyparker · 2 years

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Request Guidelines

Heya! Thanks for stopping by. I'm assuming you're thinking of/want to submit a request for a fic, and that's awesome. Just a few things:

Please look at if the requests are open or closed in my blog's bio line. They're usually open, but sometimes things and life happen, so they'll be closed.

I might be kind of slow to respond to some requests. That doesn't mean I've forgotten, though! I just want to make sure I do the fic right.

All requests stay in my inbox until they're posted with the fic/headcanon/thot underneath them.

Please be kind in your request!

I reserve the right to not do all the requests that come my way if I don't think I can do it right or if there's something in it that makes me uncomfortable.

Characters I write for: Pietro Maximoff (MCU), Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Joaquin Torres, Billy Russo, Matt Murdock, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley

All my fics are x fem!reader by default: 9/10 when I start to write a fic, I use my own self-insert character and write it from there and then change it to “you” or “y/n” unless stated otherwise. I’ve gotten better about tagging this, as I haven’t in the past.

Request no-gos that will not be written: Underage reader/characters, extreme degradation, cnc/nc (and any form of r*pe play), inc.est, real person fanfiction. Again, I reserve the right to not do a request if it makes me uncomfortable, and that might include something not on this list that I haven't thought of yet.

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akariamai · 1 year

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Familiar [Part 2]

Part 1, Part 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x immortal!reader

Word Count: 1076

The once disturbed peace had been brought back to tranquility. Both Sam and Bucky left soon after their questioning and you hoped they would never come back. You provided nothing of use. Not because you were withholding information from them but you held nothing of value to the situation they’d shared. A group of super soldiers running amuck and the question of where the serum came from was up in the air.

You’d heard of whispers but none ever achieved the same results that produced another Steve Rogers. There could’ve been successes somewhere along the way. Brilliant minds with curious souls buzzing with excitement to recreate a monumental moment. Anything could be possible.

Your mind wandered towards Bucky Barnes and how different he was from the young man you’d met. He was suffering alone, dripping with guilt, and trying to become a better person. It was evident in the way he presented himself. He was confident and loud before he was shipped off to war with false pretense of what was awaiting him.

You almost called out to him as he turned to walk away. Tell him you knew his old self and could help him heal. He was not used to the kindness of others. Treated like a tool only to be put away when he wasn’t needed. But you stayed silent. Watching him leave with Sam playfully antagonizing him. He’s not alone per say, he still has Sam backing him up in his corner, but first he’ll need to let Sam in.

Peace only lasted two weeks before persistent knocking rattled your door. You were blasting music as you were cleaning your brushes. You’d spent the day painting and were now wasting away scrubbing the bristles of the brushes. The once clear water was muddled with blues and purples. Fusing into a dirty chaotic mess.

You stopped when you recognized the voice calling out to you. “I know you’re here. I can hear your music.” It was Bucky. Suddenly the world became silent as your mind tried to comprehend the reason as to why he was here.

Each step felt heavily as you inched closer to the door. The unknown reasons as to why he was disturbing your peace laid heavy on your mind. “Why are you here?” You only left a small crack where you could see part of his face.

His icy blue eyes stared in wonder at the fleck of your face that was visible to him. “I knew you.” It was not a question but a statement. How long did it take for him to realize who you were? How long had he spent rummaging through his memories in search of you?

“I wouldn’t really say you knew me.” You were more open to the idea of letting people in back then. Not used to the death that followed after laying roots and becoming attached. It was before you learned you wouldn’t age nor die. You thought you were normal until everyone around you grew older and older, leaving you by yourself.

“We met before.”

You’d only known each other for a day. You were telling off an older man when he tried to put his hands on you. Steve sought out to be a hero even if he knew the odds were against him. He strenuously tried to fight the man off. Getting beat in an alleyway as you tried desperately to distract the man. Your punches weren’t doing anything to the larger man as the adrenaline rushed throughout his body. Luck had been on Steve’s side as Bucky heard the fight while he searched for his best friend.

Once he resolved the situation with his fist and made sure Steve was alright, he immediately started flirting with you. He was attractive, kind and sweet. You were enamored by his charm but once the day ended, it was time for reality to seep back in. You’d thought you’d never see him again. New York was such a big place with so many people, running into each other coincidentally would be close to impossible.

He asked, “How are you here?” He’d met you in a time where his life wasn’t so crazy.

You shrugged even if he could barely see it, “I can’t die. Or age.” It’s likely the files he’d read were filled with many blanks of information. You’d been careful but not as meticulous as you previously assumed. Some branch of the American government knew of your existence and that terrified you.

“Why’d you lie?” After dealing with Zemo, John, Karli and her group of super soldiers, he laid awake on the floor with only the question gnawing at his consciousness. His memory of you came shortly after the ordeal. Springing up from his unconscious mind and proceeded to haunt him when he settled on the floor.

It was a rather complex question when it should’ve been simple. You’d lied for two main reasons: your excessive need to push people away and your inability to face the past. While it was a short past, he represented a time where you felt normal. An entire day spent frolicking around with an exceedingly stunning man. He depicted a time when you didn’t have to worry about burying the people you love while you remained the same.

“I wanted you gone.” Gone from your house and your life. He could exist on the television, where you could turn the channel, or on the pages of a magazine. He just couldn’t be around you, your personal space, or the place you’d made a home. Yet, he still remembered you. Remembered the day you shared together so long ago.

“Why?” It only came out in a broken whisper. He’d lost, what he thought, was his only connection to the past. His only source of familiarity in the world that has far evolved without him. He was lost looking for anything or anyone to cling onto. He was reaching out, waiting to see if you too would abandon him in an unfamiliar world.

Your heart was breaking for the man before you. You wanted to let him in. You knew loneliness was the worst form of torture for someone in need of comfort and stability. He desperately searched for it and his search led him to you.

You sighed in frustration. The burning uncertainty of what you should do was impacting you in ways you’d never dreamed of. “Do you want to come in?”

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sweeterthansammy · 3 years

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Use Me || Sam Wilson

Summary: Just a little drabble in which Sam just needs to destress.

Warnings: Fingering, teasing, a tinge of nipple play, palming (?), marking, mild language as per usual, & any and all typos are mine

A/N: On my Sam Wilson shit

Feeling the mattress dip behind her, Y/N exhaled contently. Her man was home and she couldn’t be any happier.

“How was it?”

Sam sighed at the sound of her voice, groggy and low as she’d just been woken from her slumber. Leaving her to go on missions caused an ache in his heart, but when he was with her, there was nothing else in the world to worry about.

“Fuckin’ stressful,” he mumbled, falling back onto the mattress.

His fingers plummeted into the duvet below him, his head landing on her backside. He hummed softly, taking in her scent.

To him, Y/N was a symbol of home. Her eyes, her lips, her scent, her. She was his home.

She rolled onto her back, his head flat in her lap. The room was dark, except for the city lights peering through the sheer blinds covering the windows of their shared bedroom.

“Wanna talk about it?”

He mindlessly played with her fingers, which were now seated right across his neck, her wrist draping at his Adam’s apple.

“Mm-mm.”

The simple croon of denial was enough to make her sit up, the straps of her silk teddy slipping down her denuded shoulder.

“How can I make you feel better, honey?”

The question was purely innocent but Sam’s eyes sparkled as they looked up at her bare state. When he sat up himself, Y/N merely giggled, his lips locked on hers in seconds.

“You already know what you can do, baby.”

Use me. The words threatened to spill from her mouth but it was a command that went along, regardless if spoken.

“Off,” he muttered into her mouth, his fingers tugging at the floozy garments.

She obliged quickly, the lilac fabric sliding off in no time. She sat naked before him, her fingers eagerly tugging at the collar of his shirt as his figure loomed over hers. His eyes fell to the hand that was traveling up his abdomen, scratching at the refined muscles sitting upon his chest before trailing to his back, marking the skin of his trapezius rather harshly.

Seeing her on her back, wanting to mark him as hers, truly drove him wild. He spared no time, lips sucking, teeth clamping, and tongue soothing over several spots on her skin.

He watched as she squirmed, one hand fondling her breast, thumb undulating her nipple, while the other palmed her cunt, the heel of his palm going at her clit. Garbled moans fell from her mouth, her head getting lost in the fluff of her pillow.

“That feel good, princess?”

She could only nod, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

“I need you to speak, baby.”

His movements stopped abruptly, his palm flat on her cunt. It was embarrassing; clenching around nothing as he berated her for not mustering any words. His middle finger slowly circled her folds before finding her sweet bundle of nerves, pressing harshly as it wavered to and fro.

“Yes- fuck, Sam-“ her words were cut off, a flash of heat striking her core.

“Full sentences, baby.”

She took a second, biting down on her finger as his movements tantalized her.

“Feels so fucking good,” she moaned out, back arching off the bed once his ring finger joined the mix.

“That’s my good girl.”

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ynscrazylife · 2 years

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For you’re celebration event!!

College!AU with either Sam, Steve, or Bucky x reader?

I love physical hurt/comfort so maybe whoever you choose gets pretty injured during a sports game?

Congrats on all your milestones!!!!

Rivals, but not Really

Summary: Bucky and Y/N are on opposing baseball teams. What happens when Y/N gets hurt? (College!AU)

Authors Note: First fic of my AU Event!

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Friend!Reader, Sam Wilson x Friend!Reader

Word Count: 2,888

Request to be on a taglist (or multiple) here! (Taglists are at the end of the fic)

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“Oh, wow. Lookie who’s here, Buck.”

Pausing his arm stretches, Bucky turned to look at where his friend, Sam, was ponting. His eyes landed on the rival team, who was walking onto the other side of the field. It took him a second to understand his friend’s words, though, until he saw one player in particular, who he assumed had to be who Sam meant.

Y/N, who was his, Sam’s, and Steve’s best friend from highschool and Bucky’s crush. He had fallen for her during senior year and his feelings reamined even as they were sophomores in college. Thankfully, they went to colleges in the same state, which allowed them to keep in touch so their friendship wouldn’t plummet.

“Yeah, what about her?” Bucky asked, turning back to face Sam. He retained a neutral look on his face, knowing that any blush or frown would give Sam what he wanted.

Instead of launching into his teasing about Bucky’s crush on her, like he usually did, his gaze didn’t move from watching Y/N. “I thought she was on the tennis team,” he said.

From his stance a few feet away, Steve rolled his eyes. “You didn’t know she was on her school’s baseball team too? She wore her jersey the last time we had lunch with her,” he reminded Sam.

“I thought it was a tennis jersey!”

“Tennis players don’t wear jerseys.”

Bucky returned his gaze at Y/N, tuning out his friends’ bickering. He watched her take a swig of water from her water bottle before she joined her team in a huddle. Every time he saw her, his heart would leap and his stomach would sink, just as they did so now. It was bittersweet, really. She didn’t return his affection, he was well aware of that, since the last time they talked she mentioned a date with her boyfriend. Ever since they had enrolled in separate colleges, Sam and Steve had encouraged Bucky to move on from his feelings for her. To humor them, he had tried at first, but didn’t mind his unrequited feelings for her much most of the time - at least, that’s what he told himself.

Besides, how could he, when Y/N looked adorable in the baseball cap she wore?

“Uh, hell-o?” That was Sam.

“Earth to Bucky?” Steve.

A blink and suddenly Steve’s hand was waving in front of his face.

“Sorry, what?” Bucky stumbled, realizing he had zoned out while thinking about his romantic woes.

He ignored how his friends' cracked smirks. “Coach wants us-” Steve began to say, but was interrupted by the man’s shouts “-on the field.”

Bucky nodded and did a couple more halfhearted arm stretches before walking with Steve and Sam. He got into his pitching position, Sam went to first base, and Steve to second. The rest of their team was already at their own places, and the first member of Y/N’s team stepped up to bat - which turned out to be Y/N herself.

Despite the fact that she was the enemy, Bucky didn’t care to keep a smile off his face. She smiled back and added a small nod, which made his heart flutter (but he was sure to scold himself in his thoughts, needing to be on his a-game).

With the coaches off to the side, the referee started the game.

With that, Bucky pitched. The ball sailed through the air quite quickly, as he wasn’t about to let his feelings for Y/N get in the way of him playing. He still wanted his team to win, after-all. Still, a small part of him cheered when her bat made contact and the ball suddenly soared across the field in the other direction. She managed to get to second base before someone picked it up, where she decided not to run to third yet.

From there, the game continued at a steady pace. Unfortunately for Bucky and fortunately for Y/N, though, Y/N’s team was winning. Bucky wasn’t too bummed about that - he enjoyed the sport for the fun of it, and had learned from Steve to not get so upset about their losses - but couldn’t say the same for his teammates. He noticed that Sam quickly became grumpy and morale amongst the players was dropping quickly.

Which was why, in hindsight, the next thing that happened shocked everyone more than an occurrence like that normally would. In a game where a clear outcome was predicted, no one had thought that this would happen to stir it up.

Alas, it did. Y/N was on first base, preparing at any second to belt to third. The last thing Bucky caught a glimpse of before preparing to pitch was her laughing at something that Sam told her. He pitched the ball and the batter hit it. The ball raced into the sky, heading towards the far end of the field. The batter ran, and so did Y/N, but a third party joined them. One of Bucky’s own teammates, who had been positioned nearby. The ball had gone in the direction of the space between second and third base, and so did he. Why he didn’t let someone further down the field try to go for it, Bucky couldn’t say. All he knew was with his teammate running towards the space between second and third base, and Y/N running from second to third, a collision happened. Bucky’s teammate crashed into Y/N, and they both tumbled to the ground, half in the mud.

His eyes widened and his feet spurred into motion when, after a couple seconds, his teammate pushed himself up but Y/N remained on the ground. By the time he got over there, Steve had beat him to it, one hand cautiously resting on her arm. Y/N was still laying on the ground, but propped herself up by her elbow. One half of her head was muddy and bruised and she snaked her free arm around her ankle, holding it.

“Shit, Y/N! Are you okay?” Bucky asked, dropping to his knees beside her.

Before she could open her mouth and give the blatant answer that no, she was very much not okay, Steve cut in in a low voice. “You can’t tell from the crowd but I saw him push her when they collided.”

At that, Bucky whipped his head around to locate his teammate. When his eyes narrowed on the guy, already whining to their coach about how he was “injured”, Bucky saw red. He went to rise and go over there to - well, he didn’t know exactly what - until a trembling hand tugged at his balled-up fist.

Able to distinguish her from anywhere, Bucky’s anger melted away within seconds at her touch. “Take me to the nurse's office, please?” She requested, her voice small as she fought to keep the pain out of it. Bucky’s tight fist softened and he nodded.

“Of course,” he murmured, nodding. “Can you walk?”

Grimacing, Y/N said, “Just help me off the field and then carry me.”

Bucky had to smile at that, understanding that she didn’t want to be carried in front of her team and her opponent’s school. “You got it, boss,” he said, making her smile, too.

“Uh, are you sure the ref and coach’s gonna allow you to take her? They’d probably rather someone from her own team,” Sam pointed out, having just arrived.

Bucky bit his lip and looked back on Y/N. The look on her face told him that she wanted him to take her, and he wanted to be the one to take her, anyway. Turning to Steve and Sam, he pleaded hastily, “Just - cover for me, okay?”

Steve and Sam agreed and both wished for Y/N to get better soon before Bucky helped her to her feet. With a slight hiss of pain, she leaned further into her friend’s side. Bucky would probably be getting butterflies in his stomach if he wasn’t worried about her. With one arm securely around her, he began helping her half-walk, half-hop at a good pace.

Almost immediately, they heard protests from the coaches. However, Steve and Sam jumped up to calm them down. Y/N did her best to not pay attention to all those people paying attention to her and Bucky kept his gaze straight ahead. The second they got inside, Y/N let out a breath, and Bucky went to pick her up bridal style.

“Thank god,” she mumbled in relief, feeling the weight lift off her ankle as she instinctively rested her head against Bucky’s shoulder.

“Hurts that badly, huh?” Bucky asked, frowning in sympathy as he steered in the direction of the nurse.

Y/N nodded. “It’s just my head and my ankle, mostly. My shoulder hurts too but I think it’s just bruised,” she said.

“That would make sense, he did push you to the ground,” Bucky recounted bitterly, thinking back to the scene with a small shake of his head.

Y/N let out a small sigh. Part of her knew that the logical thing would be to tell Bucky not to do anything about it, that it wasn’t necessary, but the other part of her couldn’t find it in her much to care. As the pain set in, she figured the guy deserved whatever Bucky dealt to him. But, her sigh conveyed enough, and he bit his tongue from speaking out.

Thankfully, the nurse was on duty when they arrived. Seeing the two players, he ushered them inside, muttering something about the sports on campus. As Bucky put Y/N down on a makeshift examination table, Y/N explained what happened as the nurse got out the first aid kit.

As the nurse began to examine Y/N, Bucky shuffled to the side awkwardly. After a couple minutes of looking around at the plain walls, he decided that he might as well step outside to give her more privacy. When he did, and chose to stand right outside the now-closed door, he let out a breath that he had been holding in. At that moment, he felt a buzz, and pulled out his phone to see texts from Steve and Sam.

From Steve, it read: “Game ended. Y/N’s team won. How is she?”

From Sam: “Coach is PISSED at you, man. Expect to run double the laps at next practice. How’s your damsel in distress doing, dashing knight? Lol.”

Typing a response to Steve, Bucky wrote: “She’ll be happy to hear that. She’s getting checked out by the nurse now - I’ll update when I can.”

He texted Sam a “rolling eyes” emoji, telling him to ask Steve.

He entertained himself by going through his texts and the various apps on his phone until the door opened and the nurse appeared. “She’ll be okay, just needs rest,” he reported.

Nodding in relief, Bucky stepped aside to allow the nurse to exit and then went inside himself. Y/N was sitting on the bed, bandages on her head and shoulder and a brace on her ankle. “How are you feeling?” He asked, sitting beside her and offering a smile.

“I’ve been better,” she answered, echoing the smile. Then, after a moment, added: “Um, is it alright if I stay with you guys tonight? There's been an extra bed since John moved out, right? There’s no one to help me back to my dorm at my uni and stuff - I’m sorry.”

Furrowing his eyebrows, Bucky replied, “There’s no need to apologize! You know you’re welcome to stay anytime . . . But isn’t your boyfriend around to take you back? Actually, I’d expect him to join us the moment he saw you hurt. Where is he?”

The moment he mentioned her boyfriend, he could see how her gaze dropped to the bed and the smile slipped off her face. However, he was in too deep, and could only allow his words to tumble off the tip of his tongue. When he finished, he bit his lip anxiously, watching her response.

“We broke up.”

Bucky’s eyes widened and his lips formed an ‘o’ shape. After a second, he got his bearings and fumbled to reply. “Oh - I’m-I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he said.

Shaking her head, Y/N looked back up at him, “I’m okay, really. I’m over him. I just got reminded of the break-up . . . It was messy,” she admitted, nodding to convince him.

He believed her and nodded himself. “Do you want to get going, then? Steve and Sam won’t be at the dorm for a while,” he told her, moving to stand up.

She nodded and took the hand he extended her, cautiously planting her feet on the ground. She bit back a wince at the pain in her ankle and pushed herself up, ending up stumbling a bit when she tried to take a step from the dizziness of her head. Bucky was quick to notice and steady her, wrapping an arm around her as he allowed her to lean against him.

With the dizziness fading, Y/N wiggled her ankle a little, marveling at how strange the brace felt. “It, uh, might be best for you to carry me again, if you don’t mind. I swear I’ll get used to this thing by the morning,” she told him.

Smiling, Bucky hoisted her up in his arms, carrying her like he did before. “My pleasure,” he said, recalling the text exchange with Sam. Instead of thinking about his role as the Knight with annoyance like he did at the time, he found himself just smiling about it.

He took off in the direction of his dorm, neither speaking much until Y/N got the door’s key from Bucky’s pocket and they went inside. Bucky used his shoulder to turn on the lightswitch, illuminating a room that showed a messy bunk bed (Bucky’s was on the top, Sam’s was on the bottom) and two standalone beds - one Steve’s and the other empty.

Bucky plopped Y/N onto the empty bed, which he and his friends had dubbed the “guest bed”. Immediately, she let her muscles relax and nestled her head against the pillow. Bucky looked down at her with a frown and then offered, “Hey, do you want to borrow some of my pajamas to sleep in?” He didn’t wait for her answer before turning around and crossing the room to get to his drawer, where he began pulling out clothes.

Y/N shook her head. “No, no. You’ve done enough for me,” she mumbled, closing her eyes as she realized how tired she really was.

Bucky scoffed. “Don’t be silly. It’s no trouble and you can’t sleep in muddy clothes,” he insisted, before lightly tossing the clothes on her stomach. He headed to the bathroom to give her some privacy.

Cracking her eyes open, Y/N maneuvered herself into a sitting position and observed the clothing. She couldn’t help but shake her head in amusement when she spotted that the shirt he had given her was a team spirit one for his school’s baseball team. Y/N was able to slip on the baggy shorts with ease, but found it difficult to get the shirt on with her injured shoulder.

“Bucky!” She called, turning so her back would be to him when he exited the bathroom. “Can you help me with my shirt?”

A couple seconds later, she heard the door open and him shuffling over.

When Bucky saw the bandage, he let out a small sigh, but nonetheless took the shirt from her and helped her get it on. When they finished, Bucky thought for a moment about another offer he had while Y/N laid down on the bed, on her side.

“If you want, I could give you a massage? I know you’re in pain, and it might help you sleep. It helped my mother,” he said.

Y/N sighed. “You don’t have to,” she said, but it came out as an unintended mumble.

Rolling his eyes at her stubbornness, Bucky went ahead to give her the massage, being mindful of her shoulder in the process. After a couple minutes of it, Y/N said, “You might as well lie down, you know. You don’t have to stay awake on my account.”

Bucky had to admit, she had a point. He was tired. Shuffling a bit, he laid down beside her, letting out a content sigh when he rested his eyes.

He wasn’t sure how long had passed until Y/N spoke up, but when she did it was in a whisper, so clearly she was half-asleep. “You know, the reason why my boyfriend and I broke up was because he thought I liked you . . . and I do.”

This made Bucky’s eyes pop open. “I like you too,” he admitted in a quiet, low voice.

When she didn’t respond, he sat up and peeked over, only to smile when he saw her fast asleep. He laid back down and closed his eyes, falling asleep wearing a smile.

When Steve and Sam walked in later, they did nothing but grin as they spotted their friends. Steve made a beeline for his own bed, while Sam took the opportunity of getting to sleep on the top bunk for once by stealing Bucky’s bed.

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Bucky, about Sam: If he’s gay and you’re gay, why can’t you two just be together?

Y/N: Because he may not like me.

Bucky: Didn’t he already explicitly say that he wanted to be with you?

Y/N: I’m just not sure.

#male reader #incorrect self insert quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #bucky barnes #sam wilson #y/n #sam wilson x reader

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xxwritemeastoryxx · 2 years

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Once Upon a December - Ch. 1

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: No set Parings. Eventual Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 4.7K

Warnings: Nothing that I can think of. However if you find something that should be warned about, please let me know.

Series’ Note: This fic is a reader insert throughout the majority of the story. It’s not until towards the end, besides the first chapter, that an actual name is placed onto the reader. As always I try to keep all descriptions and such very vague and open to the reader to feel included. None of the physical descriptions of Anastasia will be used in this. Details from both the animated movie and Broadway show were used as reference material to go with the several twists and personal touches that I’ve added.

Author’s Note: I’m so excited for this to be posted! I couldn't wait any longer, so here is my early birthday gift to you guys and I hope that you enjoy my take on this story with these characters. I’ve been stuck with this idea in my head since seeing a tiktok and well, here is the result. I can’t wait for you guys to read all the twist and turns I’ve added. Happy reading! The beautiful divider is by @firefly-graphics ♥

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“Wait for me!” Anastasia called out as she ran down the hall after her older sisters.

The two girls had been giggling away as they had some plans they wished to go and do without their younger sister’s presence. Hearing Anastasia’s voice only causes them to run a little bit faster to get to their destination. By the time Anastasia had made it half way down the hall, her sisters were no longer in sight.

A sigh passed her lips as she kicked her shoe against the tile of the halls. It wasn’t always like that between the siblings. Some days all of them would be together enjoying their time. The laughter between them would be contagious as they played games that were both physical or even the imaginary ones. Today just happened to not be one of those days.

Anastasia was about to turn back the way she came when she heard voices coming up the adjacent hall. One of them she recognized right away as her father. It was the way his voice held authority that she could easily pick up on. However it was the other voice that had responded to her father that she didn’t recognize.

Down that particular hall, Anastasia knew her father’s office had been stationed right there. A place where the family knew her father conducted most of his private business affairs behind those closed doors. Only this time the conversation had begun before they even reached that office.

Taking careful steps to prevent the sound of her shoes hitting the tile to echo within the hall, Anastasia moved as close to the corner of the hall so she could listen in on the conversation. While she knew she shouldn’t have, she had never heard the second voice before and she was curious as ever to know who it belonged to.

The way he spoke didn’t bring ease like many of the people Anastasia had heard speak. There was no comfort in the tone of his voice. If anything, it caused a chill to run up the young girl’s spine as she listened to him speak.

“The L/N family has ruled for a handful of centuries. What difference is it this time around?” Anastasia could hear her father ask as they came to a stop just outside of his office.

“I believe a deal between the L/N family and Hydra would be beneficial to both parties.” The man said a moment later. “You have the resources I need to find a particular item of interest. In return, I have the numbers of men should the need ever arise.”

“What is the item in question?” Her father answered as they walked into his office before closing the door behind them.

Anastasia could still hear the echo of their voices, but nothing being said could be made out completely. Her nose scrunched up slightly as she relaxed her stance against the wall. But even then, there was an unsettling feeling that grew in the pit of her stomach.

She knew nothing about the deals her father made or how this man currently believed the two would be able to help each other out. She just knew something wasn’t right about it. And she hoped that her father had picked up on the feeling just as she did.

“You know it’s considered rude to eavesdrop on a conversation.”

The voice alone had caused Anastasia to jump as she turned to face whoever had snuck up on her. For as long as she had been standing in that spot, she hadn’t even thought to take in her surroundings. And for someone to sneak up on her like that, she must have really been into listening to the details she heard.

Her hand rested above her heart as she turned, taking in how fast it had been beating within her ribcage. Her eyes landed on the boy before her. “And it’s rude to sneak up on people and startle them as you have.”

The glare Anastasia had given the boy as she said the words had caused him to chuckle. As he did, he took a few steps back, hoping to give her the space she needed to calm her rapidly beating heart. And as he did, Anastasia had taken who the boy really was for the first time.

From first appearances, Anastasia knew he must have been the son of someone who worked in the palace or he worked there. Unlike the clothing that had been tailored and pressed for the family, the boy’s clothing were much baggier and in some places, Anastasia could pick up on the tattered ends from wear and tear. Something her clothing never saw.

Even after the sound of his chuckle had left the air that surrounded them, there was still a hint of a smile on his lips. And the mischievous glint within his blue eyes, that was almost covered by his rather unkempt hair, was something Anastasia had seen within her younger brother’s eyes.

But even as Anastasia had taken his appearance she realized she had never spoken to him before. A glance here and there from the distance as she watched him and the other workers’ children playing outside while she studied different subjects. How easy it was to allow envy to fill her all those times she used to look out the window, wanting a distraction from whatever her tutor was droning on about.

“I apologize, Princess.” He said a moment later. “I was on my way out to meet Sam and I couldn’t help myself.”

“Sam?” She questioned. A name that hadn’t held any familiarity to her. Not that she had a chance to mingle with the other children very often.

“A friend of mine.” His head nodded. The smile that had been on his face earlier had soon been replaced with a slight frown as something crossed his mind. “You don’t know any of our names do you?”

While any other time Anastasia might have felt embarrassed, something told her not to feel that way. She held her head up a bit higher as she shook her head. “I’m afraid not. It’s not like we spend a lot of time in the same common areas.”

A huff of a chuckle passed his lips as he shook his head. While the boy knew he could easily get into plenty of trouble simply speaking with Anastasia as he was, he hadn’t cared. For once he had gotten to see her as a normal person. Someone who could be scared easily and be curious as to what he may be doing.

“My name is James.” He offered. “My friends call me Bucky.”

A smile pulled at Anastasia’s lips. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, James. My name is -”

“Anastasia.” He finished for her. “I know.” A chuckle passed both their lips at his words.

Before Anastasia could say anything else, she could hear someone calling her from the opposite end of the hall. Her face fell at the sound of her name. The familiarity in the voice alerting her to her tutor.

“I have to go.” She said as she moved from her spot and began walking away from Bucky.

Bucky watched as she turned from him and disappeared around the corner. He waited there for a few moments more before he even began to move in the direction he had been heading earlier. And while part of him told him that was the only time he’d get to speak to her, there was another part that was willing to find ways to speak to her some more.

_____

Over the next several weeks Bucky had found ways to spend time with Anastasia. While the moments were brief, he managed to find a way. As Anastasia had been walking with her siblings down the hall, he’d make an appearance out of nowhere. A quick conversation was held before Anastasia had to run to catch up with her siblings who were now calling out to her.

Or there were those brief moments where Anastasia would be sitting with a book in her hand as she walked the palace grounds on a nice day. That had been the day Bucky had introduced her to Sam. And for the first time, Anastasia had friends that weren’t always so focused on the royal status she held.

And on one stormy day, Anastasia, Bucky and Sam had been standing off in a corner talking about exploring the levels under the palace that not many had gone into. While Anastasia was hesitant at first, Bucky had been trying not to only convince her but Sam as well that this would all be for fun.

“It’s just for a few minutes.” Bucky tried to convince her. “You’ll be back before they even know you left.”

“Isn’t this considered kidnapping?” Sam asked as he looked over at Bucky. “If they find she’s gone missing before we get back, I’d like to save my skin from the trouble we’d be in.”

“You mean the trouble I’d be in.” Bucky said as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Your father is a member of the court. You’ll get a free pass while I’ll get stuck on dish duty for a month.”

Watching the two bicker back and forth caused a laugh to pass Anastasia’s lips. “The question to be asked is how sure are you that you’d be in trouble?” She watched as their eyebrows raised in confusion. “If you happened to have found a wandering princess and tried to get her to go back to where she needed to be, I’m sure this princess would be in more trouble than the two that helped her. Isn’t that right, Bucky?”

Sam leaned closer to Bucky. “It’s scary when she does that.”

It wasn’t the first time that Anastasia had given them a plan that worked a hundred times better than the one they had come up with. She would question things before she ever agreed to anything. With her agreement, there was always a better plan in place that ensured she’d get the blame if it ever came down to it. But like many of the times before, Anastasia was always back where she needed to be before anyone noticed she had been gone.

Bucky shook his head, a grin pulling at his lips. “You have no idea.”

However as it came closer to the three hundred year celebration, they saw less and less of each other. While Bucky was helping with the million chores that needed to be done in preparation of the guests arrival, Anastasia had been getting fitted for her dress along with several more hours of studying that she had fallen behind on.

Both had grown used to the little moments throughout the day where they’d see each other. Even if it was across the hall or even through the window. But as their schedules had become busy, the time they used to spend together was practically nonexistent.

When the day of the party arrived, there had been a lot running around on Bucky’s part. From helping to wash dishes, setting up the dinning hall, and even to getting the ball room polished for the guests that would start to pour in at any minute. The detailing leaves the young boy sweating alongside the others that worked within the palace.

And when he finally had a chance to take a break, sneaking away to find Anastasia just wasn’t possible. Not when she had been glued beside her parent’s the whole day. Even in passing, Anastasia’s attention had been on the things her mother had been saying that she hadn’t even had a chance to look around as she normally would have.

Instead, he simply leaned against the wall to the servant’s hall hidden within the wall and propped open the door in the slightest to give him a view of the ballroom. He could hear the orchestra play as the guests began to dance. While there weren't many in the ballroom at the moment, he knew as the night went on, plenty would be dancing, including Anastasia.

From his spot, Bucky could barely see the chairs that had been placed out for the royal family. He could see the farthest wall that had been lined with tables and chairs for the guests. And as he pushed the door open a little bit more, he could see the chairs for the royal family in their entirety. He could see the way Anastasia’s hand had been tapping along the armrest as she sat there.

A light chuckle passed Bucky’s lips as he watched as her head began to bob with the music. Her enjoyment for nights like these was evident in the way she had previously talked about the upcoming party. All the things she was looking forward to being able to do would soon be in the palm of her hands.

As Anastasia watched the guests begin to dance, a smile couldn’t help but form on her lips. If there was always one thing that Anastasia looked forward to, it was the beautiful parties that had been thrown in the palace. No matter what party had been thrown, Anastasia would end up talking about it for weeks if she could.

It wasn’t long after that Anastasia had found herself out on the ballroom floor with her family dancing to the music. The steps to every dance embedded into her memory that the movements came as easy as breathing. Even as she laughed and even made faces at her siblings to add to the enjoyment of the night, her mood was never dampened in any way.

Some time later, Bucky had found a moment to sneak back into the ballroom. While he stayed close to the back walls, he couldn’t help himself by taking a few steps closer to watch as Anastasia ran up the set of stairs to me with the Dowager Queen. A small smile pulled at his lips as he watched the smile grow on her face.

The Dowager had been visiting for the last week. And while several things had kept Bucky and Anastasia from being able to spend some time together, it was also because of the elderly woman. Anastasia had mentioned time and time again how much she enjoyed spending time with her grandma.

“Do you have to leave tomorrow?” Anastasia asked. There was a slight sadness to her voice as she asked the question.

The Dowager sighed, but allowed a smile to pull at her lips. “I’m afraid I do. And while our goodbyes are always hard, I do believe I have something that will help our time away from each other.”

The older woman reached into the small bag she had with her. Both Anastasia and Bucky watched with curiosity as she did. Anastasia and the Dowager hadn’t noticed Bucky standing nearby as they spoke. And if Anastasia had at any point, she didn’t let Bucky know she had.

Once the Dowager removed her hand from the bag, she held a small round music box. Beautiful gold and green designs covered the sides and top of it. White and red jewels were embedded into some of the engravings. And as she held it up towards Anastasia, the young girl’s eyes widened as she took it in.

“This is for me?” She asked as she slowly reached for the item in her grandmother’s hand. “It’s beautiful. Is it a jewelry box?” The moment she had it in her hands, she began taking in all of the details. The more she looked at it, the more she loved it and she didn’t even know what it was just yet.

The Dowager chuckled and reached for her bag once more, pulling out a necklace with a charm that matched the box in color and design. “Let me show you.” she began as she took the music box from Anastasia and placed the charm of the necklace into a spot on the box before she began winding it up.

Bucky continued to watch the two as the music box began to open within the Dowager’s hands. While from his spot he couldn’t hear the sound that came from it, he could see the way a large grin pulled at Anastasia’s lips. He could tell that Anastasia knew instantly what the small device had been playing. But before the lullaby had been finished, Bucky was literally being dragged back to his work station while being scolded about eavesdropping on royalty.

“Here,” The dowager placed the necklace into Anastasia’s hand. “Read what it says.”

Quickly picking up the charm, she took in the details of it. On the back of the beautiful design had been an engraving with ‘Together in Paris’. The words had caused a gasp to pass Anastasia’s lips.

For months Anastasia had been begging and pleading to be able to spend time with her grandmother in Paris. While her parents had told her that once she was old enough, they’d consider it. The adults had spent many times talking about the arrangements to allow Anastasia to spend some time in Paris with the Dowager and an agreement had been made in two year’s time. The gift not only allowed them to make the separation easier, it gave Anastasia the confirmation that soon she’d be able to spend some time with her for longer than a period of a week at a time. The Dowager’s smile grew as she watched as Anastasia took in the words she had read.

“I really get to go?” Anastasia asked as she looked between the words and her grandmother.

“Of course.” The Dowager nodded. The simple response caused Anastasia to lunge at her grandmother with a tight hug. The both of them laughed as she had.

“Thank you!” Anastasia said as she pulled herself back and took the music box in her hand. Taking the charm, she repeated the movements her grandmother had made moments before in order to start up the music box. And as it started, a smile grew on both of their faces, taking in the beginning of the lullaby once more.

Gasps coming from the crowd caused both Anastasia and her grandmother to turn their attention from the music box and towards the entryway of the ballroom. The guests were quickly creating a pathway for whoever it was that was approaching them. And as they parted, Anastasia could see a man who carried his head held high, followed by several soldiers, make their way closer to her father.

Out of instinct, the Dowager stood from her seat and pulled Anastasia behind her. For even she knew the possible threat this man could be with how he walked in with armed soldiers. The Queen pulled the children closest to her behind her in almost the exact stance the Dowager had been in before pushing them further back, making them the same distance away as Anastasia and the Dowager. Both of the older women attempting to shield the younger ones from any of the harm that could happen within the next few minutes.

The sound of their boots echoed within the ballroom. The sound itself was almost deafening as the royal family waited with bated breath as they continued to walk closer to the King. Anastasia’s eyes watched as her father’s head lifted in preparation for the exchange that was about to begin.

Never once did he shrink as the men came to a stop before him. From where Anastasia stood, she could see the way her father’s fists had clenched by his side. A smirk pulled at the lips of the man before him as he came to a stop, the soldiers doing the same a heartbeat later.

It was the smirk alone that made the King snap as he took a step towards the man. “You have some nerve returning to the palace, Johann.”

“We had a deal, your Majesty.” The title used had come out as a mocking tone. One that had caused several murmurs from those around them to begin.

“I’ve held my end.” The King took a closer step. “It was you that didn’t heed the terms. Our deal was to find what it was you needed, I’ve never once agreed to my people procuring it and handing it over. Now get out!”

“I take my deals very seriously.” Johann never moved from his spot, even after the King told him to leave. “Breaking this deal won’t end well.”

“I will not feed the flames of the hunger you desire for power.” The King’s hand lifted, pointing a finger at Johann. “You will not only destroy this Kingdom, but others as well. If I knew the potential of the item you sought out, I never would have agreed to speak with you, let alone allow this to go on as long as I have. We are done here, and you will leave.”

A chuckle passed Johann’s lips. The sound of it easily sending a chill up the back of everyone present in the room. He ran his gloved hand along his mouth and chin before he nodded his head. “If that is what you wish, then so be it.” He began to turn before stopping mid turn. His hand moved to the back of his neck before pulling at the material that laid just beneath his collar. “However, if I do not get what I want by midday tomorrow,” As he turned he pulled the material away from his head, revealing a red, and disfigured face. “Your family will die.”

The gasps that followed could easily be heard within the ballroom. It had not only been for the words but also because of how Johann looked as a smirk pulled at his face once more. He no longer looked like a man, but a devil that stood before them. Further proving that he would do as he pleased and if he meant death, he’d gladly send it upon the L/N family.

The King’s eyes were wide as he tried to take in everything that had just happened. From the threat to what his eyes were still trying to take in. His eyes moved towards his family before quickly coming back to the man in front of him.

“Midday, your Majesty.” Johann said before turning to leave. “Your time is running out.”

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By the time morning arrived, none of the royals had slept. And if they attempted to, it was only moments later that they’d find themselves tossing and turning until they gave up. Fear had easily spread throughout the palace. The night of celebration now long forgotten as the thought of doom and death lurking in the shadows.

The word quickly spread throughout the palace of the Red Skull, a name that had been given to Johann by the workers. For those that didn’t witness it had heard the details of the threats and the man’s reveal of his true self. There were even rumors that the mask he used to cover his face had been left on the ballroom floor.

The Dowager had spent hours trying to convince her son to take his family and leave until the Red Skull had been found and taken into custody. But the argument with her son had proved him to be stubborn and needed to hold his ground to ensure that no one else believed them to be weak or even vulnerable with the threat that had been handed. It ended with the Dowager leaving to go back to Paris with the hopes that her family would soon follow once her son came to his senses well before their time ran out.

On the opposite end of the palace, inside of Anastasia’s room, the young girl paced the length of the room. The music box played the comforting tune as she did. Her mind filled with worry, the dark images of the Red Skull’s face flashing within her mind as his threat played on repeat in her ears. But in the small breaks of those moments, the lullaby calmed her.

“Pacing like that is only going to make you dizzy.” Bucky’s voice carried into the room, causing Anastasia to jump and quickly turn and face him.

From the moment she had been sent to her room with a guard at her door, Anastasia didn’t have a chance to see Bucky or Sam. She had expected them to be with their own families as they waited for any kind of news just as she was. And with how high tensions were, she wasn’t sure when she’d see her friends again.

But much like her in that moment, Bucky just couldn’t sit still and with a bit of a distraction from some of the workers arguing, Bucky had been able to slip through a door and make his way into the servants' halls to Anastasia’s room.

Bucky had been in the ballroom the moment Johann had made his appearance. Much like the others that had witnessed it, fear spiked within Bucky at the threats that had been made. He was afraid for Anastasia and what this could do to her and her family. The thought alone made him wish he had been a few years older to be able to help the guards go looking for him.

“I’d rather be dizzy than sitting still.” She said as she closed the lid to the music box. “But I am glad to see you.”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He said as he took a few steps away from the wall. “I don’t think I’ve seen my parents as scared as they are now. I overheard them talking about leaving.”

“Everyone wants to leave.” She said with a slight nod. “I heard the guards at the door talking about their families wanting to leave as well. One of them said nothing would come from his threats.”

“We should believe him.” Bucky said hopeful. “Your father has the guards out there looking for him. Along with anyone else that was willing to help. The only thing we can do is wait.”

“I don’t like this.” Anastasia said as she turned and began making her way to the other side of the room. Her grip on the music box tightened slightly as she hand. “I don’t want to be scared of being in my own home. Or counting the time until midday arrives.”

Bucky looked down at the ground as he took in her words. While he had witnessed the same thing she had hours ago, it wasn’t his face that he was seeing, it was hers. It was how afraid she had been and the look on her face that had been embedded into his mind. He had seen the Princess startled, laughing, smiling and the occasional sadness that appeared on her face when any of her family left. But seeing her scared was something he had never seen before.

“Your father will figure something out.” Bucky said as he took a few steps towards her. “The Guard is out there looking for him. He won't be able to get very far.”

She shook her head slightly as she walked over to the dollhouse. It had been almost an exact replica of the palace they were currently in. Sighing she set the music box in the smaller version of her room and closed the backing of it up.

“What if they can’t?” Her fingers ran along the top of the dollhouse. Her mind goes back to that day in the hall when she first met Bucky. The conversation her father had been having when she started eavesdropping gave more information now that she understood the threat. “I know I wasn’t the only one eavesdropping.”

Bucky’s face fell as he looked towards the window. She wasn’t wrong. He had heard the conversation her father and the Red Skull had been having just as she had. The deal they had been discussing before it had been closed off to their ears from the end of the hall.

He understood her fear. How much he had been afraid of who was lurking in a rather perfect hiding place that no one could find him. How the slightest noise had made Anastasia jump or scream in fear at the possibility that the soldiers he had spoken about had come for them.

As Bucky was just about to explain that no one would try anything against their family, several rounds of gunshots echoed through the halls. And the screams that shortly followed told Bucky that everything he had been thinking was completely wrong.

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What Is... L-O-V-E ?

Request: For bells313131: Could you maybe write something where peggy after a mission in the agent carter time line takes in or agrees to take care of a teen (15,16) assassin they found and they develop a cute mother/daughter relationship even though peggy has almost no idea how to take care of a kid ? :) it’s totally fine if you can’t.

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Summary: Peggy thought starting SHIELD and being Captain Carter was already hard enough, but throwing on a teenage assassin was going to make her life a little bit harder. Especially when the child has been unloved for so long.

Rating: T for Teen

Parings: Peggy/Captain Carter x Teen!Reader; Past!Steggy

Date: 12/2/21

Warnings: References/implied child abuse; Scenes that may reference to a breakdown; Guilt; Sorrow; Angst; Fluff.

(There's also hints of Winter Soldier!Steve)

Author's Note: @bells313131 , Hopefully you like it! I never written for Peggy before so this was a bit of a challenge. And sorry this is also too so long. But enjoy!

(I don't own anything except for the story plot!)

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“Y/N!”

Her voice broke through the high powered winds of the upcoming winter. The speckles of snow were swirling around her, getting into her walnut hair that she forgot to cover with a wool cap. She even forgot to grab a coat off the rack before she raced out into the night. Luckily the serum that was running through her veins was keeping her warm (but even she didn’t know how long that’ll last).

“Y/N! Where are you?!” She called out again, squinting on the dimly lit sidewalk.

Why did this child have to run out in this condition? She wonders, and continues pushing herself, listening closely for anything.

Taking in a child was going to be a challenge, and she knew that, But she honestly didn’t expect all this. The rebelling, the backlash, the constant feeling of always being on her toes and right at the edge. If this was what women called “Motherhood” then she has to give them one giant pat on the back because she’s having some trouble. I mean…

A child.

Well, A teenager exactly. Fifteen years old Y/N was causing gray hairs already (And poor Peggy wasn’t even in her 30s yet). Peggy Carter,

Yes, that Carter,

The first Super Soldier/Superhero, the first female Captain, and one of the founders of SHIELD was fighting the hardest battle she’s ever faced.

Motherhood.

And the poor woman kept thinking, was it really all worth it?

It started out as a simple mission, her and the remaining Howling Commandos from her wartime infiltrated a base where an enemy uprising was happening. However, upon arrival, everybody had fled.

Except one.

Tuck away in one of the labs, Peggy found a young girl left behind. Nowhere to go but into the custody of the Military. Yet, seeing a broken and distraught girl with no living family was enough to tug on her heartstrings. So she brought her home, adopted Y/N, despite everyone's warnings and fears not too, thinking it would be like a walk in a park.

Or how VERY wrong she was.

But was it worth it? All the bickering, fighting like they were pulling skin and teeth? Was this one long month of non stop anger from the teenager really worth her time?

Peggy shakes her head. Of course it is! That girl needs me whether she likes it or not.

“Y/N!!!” She yells again, hoping she’ll get an answer soon. The serum in her bloodstream was starting to fail her for warmth. “Where are you?!”

She comes up to another sidewalk, one running along a waterway that cuts across the city. It was starting to grow colder and ice started to make a very thin layer across it, with a blanket of snow dusting the top. It sparkled in the moonlight, a sight to see and a picture worthy snap for an artist. It was also quite romantic if you look at it in a certain way, as she lets her mind wander to a certain blond boy before she slapped herself back into reality.

Y/N first! Get your head out of the clouds, Carter! She scolds herself.

“Y/N!!! Come on! Where-” She trails off, stopping in place.

And there was the young lady she claimed as her daughter, standing below a street lamp and dozing off at the waterway below. She was stuck in a trance that Peggy has seen so many times beforehand, it was a little scary/concerning. She could see the brokenness in those (Y/E/C) eyes.

Peggy takes a deep breath, inching closer in a cautious manner.

But she should have known that stepping in the light layer of snow would cause anyone to catch the crunching noises.

The brunette tenses at the way the teenager quickly turned around and flicked out a knife for defense, stopping Peggy in her tracks. The knife glistened in the light, as your hardened face softened only a smidge upon seeing your adopted mother.

“Oh. Hey, Peggy.” You said, lowering your choice of weapon.

“Is that… Is that my kitchen knife?!” Peggy asked, both angry and startled at the same time. She watches you as you shrug nonchalantly.

“Oh, Yeah. I took it when I left for some protection.”

“P-Protection?” She purses her red lips, before snagging it away from your grip. “Give me that!”

She takes a moment to figure out where she was going to store it, but the lack of not having a coat showed her that truth. She sighs quietly before tossing it into the river below. Out of sight, and out of being a danger to you.

You stared at her with a blank expression, not showing emotions like you were trained to do. “You know that was expensive, right?” You asked, making the woman squirm like always.

Another sigh, as Peggy touches her temple. “I can always buy another one.”

You roll your eyes, and turn on your heels to walk away, but your mother was not having that.

“Hang on just one second, Young Lady.” Peggy replies, stepping in your way, ignoring your cold glare again. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Away. Like I should’ve done sooner.” You reply, trying to step around her but couldn’t.

“You don’t even have a coat.”

“I’m a widow, I was trained to tune out the cold.”

“Widow or not, you're still a child. You’ll freeze to death eventually.”

You narrowed your eyes again, straightening up. This woman didn’t know you. You can handle anything. Hell, you have handled anything in that wretched Red Room.

“I’ll be fine.” You claimed, and once again, tried to step around her, but this time her arm stopped you in place.

“For once, young lady, act your age and listen to me!” Peggy said, tired of your nonsense.

Which was the last straw for you.

Your eye twitched, face flushed with rage. “Then what do you want me to do?! ACT MY AGE?! LISTEN TO YOU?!” You yelled, making the woman snapped too.

Looks like it was the final straw for both of you now.

“YES! EXACTLY! You never do!” Peggy exclaimed.

You scoffed. “Of course I don’t. I don’t even know you.”

She crosses her arms. “You would if you spent some time with me.”

“Like hell I would! You want to spend time with you?” You threw your arms out bitterly, making a point. “Like what? Like a mother and daughter? To act my age like the fifteen year old I am?” You scoffed again. “HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO ACT MY AGE WHEN I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO?!?!”

It was like a knife to Peggy’s heart. Of course you didn’t know how to be a teenager. You never meant to be one, just an assassin that could stay under the radar without any suspicion.

She sighs once more, arms coming undone as she touches her temple again. “Look, Y/N, I understand you don’t know how to, but that’s what I'm here for.” She replies, watching you become puzzled. “Look, when I saw you all alone in that lab, I knew I wanted to help you; I wanted to give you a life that I knew you didn’t have, so-”

She puts on a warm smile. “I’m here for you, and even if you don’t see me as a mother, you don’t have to nor do you have to call me mother either, but I just wanted you to know that as your adoptive mother it’s my job to make sure you have the best life.”

You shifted, eyes trailing away because you were confused. Is this how she felt about you?

“But I understand if you want to go.” Peggy continues, getting your attention. “At least let me take you home and get you a few things for travel. Like money, clothes, and food. And let me at least drive you to where you want to go. Please?”

You bite the inside of your cheek, looking away again. The other thing you were trained to learn was to point out liars, and Peggy, well… wasn’t one of them. She was someone who generally meant what she said.

Guess that’s a good thing since she was a hero.

“Can you tell me why though?” You asked, meeting her brown orbs with (Y/E/C) ones. “Isn’t it strange for you to adopt me?”

Peggy’s expression morphed into a bittersweet one as she nodded. “Yes. Surprisingly, being the first female superhero is easier to the media than a single woman taking care of a child that’s not even her own.” She replies, eyes stinging a bit at a thought. “It would be much easier if I had a man beside me.”

You frown sympathetically, knowing what she was implying in her undertone. “I’m sorry about Steve, Peggy.”

She perks up in surprise. “You remember me telling you about Steve?”

You shrug a little, then smile. “I… might have listened to you more than you think.” Then you frowned again, guilty. “I’m sorry. I should’ve been better to you. You were only trying to help.”

“It’s okay, I know you mean well. I should have given you some more space too. I’m sorry about that.”

“Can we go home?”

She smiles joyfully. “Of course.”

There were definitely bumps in the road, yes, but those were minor in comparison to something that scared you the most. Words that had no meaning to you before in your terrible childhood inside the Red Room, were now being thrown at you left in right.

But can you say it back to the woman you would soon consider your mother? Will you? Could you?

The first time happened a few months after the outside incident, completely catching you off guard.

You spat out the thermometer as Peggy read your temperature that was just a few marks over normal.

She hums and gives you a smirk, “I told you not to be out in the rain too long.”

“Yeah… I-I know…” You shivered, and tucked the blanket higher to your neck, trying to stay warm. You hate how she was right sometimes.

She chuckles, catching the time on the grandfather clock. “Okay, well get some rest, and hopefully it’ll come down in the morning.” She says, standing up from the bed, and checks to see if the cup of honey tea she left for you was still warm.

“Ho-Hopefully…” You slurred, fixing the covers again, sinking into the soft mattress of yours. You were grateful that you were given a bed this comfy.

Peggy opened the door with one hand, the other on the light switch and peered over her shoulder with a welcoming smile. “Good night, Y/N. Love you.”

You froze. “H-Huh?”

What did she just say? You wondered, watching her keep the expression on.

“Love you. Night, sweetie.”

She closes the door, trapping you in your thoughts.

What is… L-O-V-E? This four letter word that she’s never heard someone tell her before. It was a word that sparked emotions that she couldn’t quite place.

Love.

She was loved.

How was she going to say that back when she didn’t know what it actually meant?

The next time you heard was when you actually got to celebrate your birthday. The cake, the presents, the wonderful party. Peggy had invited some people she knew over and made it really special.

You blew out the candles, and stuffed your face with delicious cake as you started opening gifts. You thanked and smiled, enjoying being sweet sixteen today. If birthdays were always like this then you wouldn’t mind being spoiled every year (You never had one anyway until today).

You wiped the dab of frosting from your chin as Peggy set a silver-colored wrapped box in front of you.

“Here. I hope you like it.” She replies, hands behind her back as she waits.

You set your fork down, and carefully undid the bow before sliding off the lid. Your eyes widened in shock, it was the expensive and beautifully detailed journal you eyed in a store front a while ago.

“Whoa…” You mumbled, taking it in your hands.

“I remember that’s the one you liked. Now you can write more of those little stories of yours.”

“Wow.” You smiled up at her. “Thanks, Peggy. This is exactly what I wanted.”

“I’m glad to hear that, sweetie.” She pulls you in for a side hug. “Happy birthday. I love you.”

Your breath caught in his throat, your heart stopping.

There was that word again.

There was the emotions again.

Could you say it back even if you didn’t quite understand it yourself?

“Peggy?” You begin, hearing her hum, a sign that she was listening. “Um… I… I… I-”

“Hey! Miss Carter! I need you for a second!” Howard’s voice said from across the room.

Peggy slouches a bit, and shakes her head. “That man. He probably wants to talk about SHIELD again.” She said, patting you on the back as she slips away. “I’ll be a second.”

But that second turned into an hour, and you found yourself losing the courage of attempting to say that quartet word.

You could never say it. Even after Peggy starts saying it to you pretty much everyday over the next few years of your life. You could never say it yourself.

You were still too afraid to ask what L-O-V-E even meant.

You smiled happily, finally being able to use your Widow training for good. You were finally old enough to join the government like Peggy. Sure, you weren’t Captain Carter, but maybe one day you’ll be like that. But for now you work for SHIELD, alongside with people you could trust.

“Fantastic, Y/N! I’m so happy for you!” Peggy replies, after snapping the photo of you in uniform.

Her brown curls with a white hue bounced in the wind of the outside. The sun shone down upon her like the goddess the world saw her to be. She was happy just like you were. For many reasons actually. She was going to marry a soldier she met, someone that you approved of. Because if she’s happy, then you're happy.

And you were definitely happy today.

“Thanks, Peggy.” You said, keeping your bright face on.

“Now, I have to go to the other side of the base for work, but we can meet up for lunch.” She says, cupping your cheeks like she does to embarrass you. “So you enjoy your day. I love you.”

This time Peggy felt it. The stiffness in your form, the distant look in your eyes. It was all coming to light.

You felt like a failure of not being about to mutter it.

“Peggy-” You begin, feeling her palms giving you a gentle squeeze. You watched her face soften, no hatred like you thought she might give you.

“I know, sweetie. You don’t have to say it, I know.” Peggy replies, kindly.

You still frowned though at the strange sensation in your chest. A warm feeling, yet still indescribable.

“B-But… I still… I don’t know what it means.” You explain. You wanted an answer, you wanted to know what it all meant.

“Y/N, It’s something that I can’t quite explain. It’s a feeling, and it comes to people in different ways. You’ll have to figure it out on your own.” She replies, truthfully, and all you could do was stay silent and nod.

You had an answer, but one that still made you question everything.

And when you still questioned everything for years to come.

The room always smelled sterile and peonies. There was always 40s music playing on low in the background just like she liked it. Her precious photos on the nightstand, with little trinkets and get well cards. It was a place to make her feel at peace even during this dark time.

You smiled like you always did when you visited, and always prepared on how Peggy moment would react. She’ll either be overjoyed to see her adopted daughter, or angry for no reason, or completely and utterly lost like you were a stranger.

Luckily it was the first option today.

“Ooh, thank you, sweetie.” She says as you place fresh flowers into the lilac vase.

You nodded, and something caught your eye. A hand drawn and colored card with the Captain’s shield on it. “Another fan get well letter?” You asked, getting a hum.

“Yes… from a little girl. She’s so sweet.” Peggy said, delightment itched in her olden features.

“That’s wonderful, Peggy.”

“Yes, it is. How was work at the base?”

“It went well. I worked with Agent Hill today.” You chuckle. “I finally met Natasha. Apparently she was a Widow like you said. We’re both deciding that maybe it’s time to figure out a way to stop the program. I also met a young fellow named Sam Wilson. We go jogging in the morning together.”

“That’s wonderful, dear. I’m so proud of you.” She reaches to take your hand in hers, giving you a squeeze. “Have you tried the shield out yet, darling? I know you should be the one to keep it safe for me.”

You almost frowned. Almost.

Peggy’s mind was still stuck back a few decades ago when you actually tried out her Britain printed shield. Frankly, it wasn’t for you. And you couldn’t exactly be going out there throwing it anyway since you were climbing up in age too.

Maybe you could find someone else trustworthy of being the next Captain Carter.

“Yeah, Peggy. I have. It works great.” You reply, lying through your teeth. Your heart skipped a beat at the way she laughed.

“Wonderful, wonderful!” Peggy said, before coughing harshly.

You straightened up and snatched the glass of water for her, helping her drink some. You waited until her coughing ceased, and a little color returned to her face. You mentally sigh of relief, hoping that you didn’t just witness the end.

Although sometimes this was worse than awaiting her death.

“You okay, Peggy?” You asked, setting it down, and your heart shattered again.

You watched as she became confused, and almost scared by your presence.

“W-Who… Who a-are you? What are you doing in my room?” Peggy asked, gripping the bed rail, looking like she might spring away.

But you stayed calm just like always. “It’s me, Peggy. It’s Y/N.” You said, softly, staying in your space until she realizes who you are.

Peggy took a few moments before she laughed again. “Oh, Y/N, sweetheart. You’re here. I’m so happy! How was your day at the base?”

You smile again. “Oh, It went well. I worked with Agent Hill today.”

“Oh, Maria, she’s such a sweetheart. Fury made a good decision to hire her. You know, I remember when I first met her, she was-”

You just sat back and let her ramble on, wondering if the end of the day would end like this, or would her mind reset again like always? But you didn’t care, as long as Peggy was happy in her final days then you're happy too.

Is this what L-O-V-E is?

You set the lilies down into the vase, alongside your finished book of stories handwritten, before making yourself comfy while adjusting your scarf around your neck. You greeted Peggy like you always did, ready to share your day.

“-Work was great as usual. Although, there were some complications me and my teammates have to resolve, but hey, it’s part of the job.” You say, feeling the autumn wind against your flushed face.

It started to get cold again, but you didn’t mind. You made sure to wear a coat and hat like Peggy always wanted you to wear.

“I wished you could have helped us, actually. We could have used Captain Carter to fight against the HYDRA agents inside SHIELD. I know I'm not exactly suitable for your mantle, Peggy.” You said, bittersweetly. “God knows even after making all my amends from being a Widow, I still got blood on my hands, I wouldn’t be the right fit to be the hero the world needs.”

It was the honest truth though. Everyone thought as you grew into a young lady you would take over the mantle, despite not having any powers. Some were disappointed at the thought of it all ending, but Peggy never minded. She was glad you were choosing your own path.

You found yourself chuckling. “Although, I might have found someone. It’s Sam, you met him one time. He’s a good man, he reminds me of your husband a little. I think he’d be perfect, exactly what the world needs at a crazy time.”

You pondered on your own answer. “Well, maybe not Captain Carter. Maybe… Captain Falcon? Or something along those lines, right?”

The wind blew again, and you tugged on the scarf again, pulling it closer to your cold body. You always took the wind as a sign she was listening, a push for you to keep babbling about your day.

Your face fell a little, remembering the horrible feeling in your chest as you fought that man on the highway. He looks just like the pictures you’ve seen. Only this time he was muscular rather than a skinny blond man with soulless eyes.

You clenched your fists together. “I promise you, Peggy, I will get Steve back. I’ll make sure he’s out of HYDRA’s grasp. I promise you, and Mr. Barnes, I’ll get him back.”

Peggy told you he fell from the mountains, and you soon learned decades later that the robot he was in helped him survive the fall, but the enemies had wrapped him in their tentacles, pumped him with drugs and dubbed him the Winter Soldier.

You knew if Peggy was there to see him on the street, she would have stopped at nothing to get him back.

Silence fell and something snapped inside you.

You didn’t understand, you’ve visited this place for months now, so how come you were finally breaking down this way?

Maybe it is the flower vase you were constantly refilling.

Maybe it was the way you always sat in the same spot to talk to her.

Maybe it was the letters and numbers etched into the stone.

Maybe the whole Idea of her not being here had finally hit you like a truck.

And maybe losing her to old age and disease finally made you realize what that four letter word meant.

You sucked in a shaky breath, lower lip starting to quiver. “I-I’m sorry…” You choked, eyes stinging, burning for your tears to fall. “I’m s-sorry it took me so long to figure it out. I’m sorry.”

The hugs and kisses she gave you were always a blessing in your eyes, and you knew returning them always brightened up Peggy’s day. Yet, you were always confused on what the feeling meant, the feeling of butterflies and warmness in your chest. Deep down you always tried to figure it out, and put it into words but it would never come out.

But your tears did. Your eyes started pooling out streams as you sobbed alone in an empty graveyard.

“I knew you meant well, I knew you cared for me when no one else did. And I know you knew I wanted to tell you, and you never got mad when I didn’t. I never understood why, until now...”

And it wasn’t a lie. You understood. You understood your question and your answer clearly now. You knew what Peggy meant by everything, you knew the drive and reason behind everything she’s done for you since her very end.

And that was loving you like a daughter like you were her own.

Another shaky breath.

Another stream of tears.

Another sob.

You didn’t care, you needed this release after so many years.

“I-I’m sorry.” You muttered again. “Peggy…. Mom.” You chuckle bittersweetly. “I should have called you that, at least once. I’m sorry.”

The wind blew again, this time it was warm and comforting. Like a hug. So maybe she really was listening? Maybe she was trying to tell you that she knew that too.

“Mom,” You began, putting on a smile, one hoping that she could see. “Mom…”

Yeah, you knew it was finally time for you to say it.

“I Love You.”

(Fin)

A/N: I'm sorry...

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