#steve rodgers sister x bucky

[lvrdrafts]

Rescued by Love Part 1

★ Summary: Your brother Steve always hated you after your mother's death and when he finally gets the family's empire he is ready to sell you off to some toxic marriage but will the knight and shining armor save you or make it worse?

★ Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader

★ Warnings: Arranged Marriage

★ Word Count: 2,000+

★ Genre: Angst/ Fluff

Masterlist

From the moment you took your first breath, you carried the weight of a past you didn't fully understand. It was a past overshadowed by the loss of your mother – a loss that your older brother, Steve, held against you.

As far back as you can remember, there was always a palpable tension in the air whenever you were around Steve. His eyes held a mixture of resentment and sorrow, a constant reminder of the day your mother's life slipped away while giving birth to you. A day that, in his eyes, marked the beginning of his own torment.

Your father, desperate to mend the frayed threads of your family, tried tirelessly to bridge the gap between you two. He believed that time and shared experiences could heal the wounds that festered beneath the surface. But no matter his efforts, Steve's heart remained encased in ice, his bitterness toward you seemingly unbreakable.

★

15 years later...

The air was alive with the beat of the music and the laughter among the people at the lively party. Steve and Bucky stood by the refreshments table, each holding a drink and engaged in a casual conversation

"So, have you talked to Sarah lately?" Bucky asked, leaning against the table. Steve shrugged, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Yeah, we caught up yesterday. She's doing okay, just busy with school and all."

Bucky chuckled, nudging Steve playfully. "You know, I think she's got a crush on you." Steve's cheeks flushed slightly, and he rolled his eyes. "Come on, Bucky. We've been friends forever. It's not like that."

As they continued chatting, you stood at a distance, watching them with a mix of envy and loneliness. You'd always felt like an outsider, never quite fitting in with the crowd.

Seeing Steve and Bucky laughing together only accentuated your isolation. Summoning up your courage, you decided to approach them. You took a deep breath and walked over, hoping to join the conversation and maybe finally feel like you belonged somewhere.

"Hey, guys," you greeted softly, a small smile on your face. Steve and Bucky turned their attention toward you, their expressions changing ever so slightly. Steve's smile faded, and his brows furrowed as if he was annoyed by your presence. Bucky knew how this would end and a part of him felt bad.

"What do you want?" Steve snapped, you'd heard that tone so many times. But still, you were taken aback by his sharpness, and you stumbled over your words.

"I just thought... I mean, I don't really know anyone here, no one really wants to talk to me... and I thought maybe I could join you guys."

Bucky shot Steve a sidelong glance, his eyes silently questioning the change in his friend's demeanor. Steve's lips twisted into a bitter smile.

"We're not in the mood for your company. Just go find someone else to annoy." Bucky shot Steve a look, clearly taken aback by his friend's harsh tone. "Steve, come on."

Ignoring Bucky's protest, you felt a lump forming in your throat. "Please I promise I won't bother you and-and I—"

Cutting you off, Steve's frustration boiled over. "Well, maybe you should've thought twice before showing up. People like you shouldn't be at parties like this."

Your heart plummeted, a mix of hurt and humiliation washing over you. Swallowing hard, you turned and hurriedly walked away, tears stinging your eyes. You found a quiet corner where you could be alone and tried to hide your face as you wiped away your tears.

As you huddled there, Bucky's voice reached your ears. "Was that really necessary, Steve?" Steve's response was cold and unapologetic.

"Yeah, it was. She's always been nothing but trouble, if it wasn't for her I would have still had my mother."

Bucky sighed, a mixture of disappointment and frustration in his voice. "You still didn't have to be so harsh. She's just a kid who wants some friends. You don't have to be an ass about it."

Steve shrugged, a stubborn set to his jaw. "She needs to know her place."

★

7 years later...

The corridors of the mansion stretched out before you, each step echoing the weight of my uncertainty. Ever since your father had succumbed to Alzheimer's and the grip of illness, Steve had ascended as the new head of your family's sprawling mafia empire.

It was a shift that had altered the dynamics of your life in ways you couldn't have imagined. With hesitant determination, you made my way toward Steve's office, a heaviness in my chest that seemed to grow with each passing moment.

Even if he didn't love you, you were still determined to try even if it would take a million years so like every day you brought him lunch even though you knew he was probably going to reject it.

As you approached the slightly afar door, fragments of conversation reached my ears, stealing my breath away. "...marrying her off to Jason Storm," Steve's voice cut through the air, a sentence that hit like a sledgehammer to your heart.

Jason Storm – a name that carried a reputation that curdled your stomach. A man who was known for his cruelty, a vicious cycle of abusing his wives. The realization struck you like a bolt of lightning – your life, your choices, was being manipulated for the sake of getting rid of you.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you stumbled away from the door, your world crumbling around you. The bitterness of the truth tasted like betrayal, a sharp reminder that in this world of shadows and secrets, your well-being mattered little in the grand scheme of things.

You found yourself outside, the cool air doing little to quell the turmoil within you. The weight of your emotions was suffocating, and the façade you had tried to maintain for so long was crumbling. Your sobs echoed through the empty corridor as you leaned against the wall, your heart aching for the love and compassion you had always hoped to find within your own family.

Amidst the darkness of my despair, a voice cut through the haze – a voice you recognized as James Barnes, a name that held a sense of familiarity and warmth. "You can't do this, Steve." Bucky's words were fierce, laden with conviction.

His presence was a surprise, a glimmer of hope in the darkness that had enveloped you. You wiped your tears away as you listened intently, your heart pounding in your chest. "Why not?" Steve's voice was tinged with a coldness that had become all too familiar. "Because it's wrong, Steve. You can't marry her off to a man like Jason Storm. You know what he does to his wives,"

Bucky's words were like a lifeline, a lifeline that you had never expected to find. Steve's retort was sharp, but Bucky's resolve didn't waver. "You want to marry her, then?" At that moment, you felt a spark of something deep within you, a flicker of hope that perhaps someone was willing to stand up for you, to see you as more than just a pawn in a dangerous game.

Bucky's voice held a determination that cut through the tension. "No, that's not what I meant." And then the words that would change everything hung in the air – words that carried a mix of motives that I couldn't fully comprehend.

"Actually, I will," Bucky declared. But in Bucky's heart, he didn't want to marry you, but marrying you would be a disguise for his parents to stop nagging him while he was off with whores.

As the weight of the conversation continued to hang heavy in the air, the office door swung open, revealing Steve and Bucky. You sat there, tears glistening in your eyes, vulnerable in your moment of despair. Steve's scowl deepened as his eyes met yours, and without a word, he turned and walked away, leaving you to wrestle with your emotions alone. Bucky; however, spared you a quick smile before quickly following Steve.

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[youre-amazing-say-it]

Flufftober 2022 Masterlist

A fun thing for this October for those who can't/ chose not to participate in Kinktober! All works will be SFW, but some may be angst but mainly fluff.

Who I'm Writing For

DAY 1: I'm Scared Dad (Chris Evans x daughter) DAY 2: What do I do Now? (CE x reader, SS x reader) DAY 3: Banana Pancakes (Steve Rogers x reader) DAY 4: We're Terrible Influences (CE, AM, SS, SJ x reader) DAY 5: Cat-sitting (Steve rogers x reader) DAY 6: I need a Favor (Loki x teen!reader) DAY 7: You're a Star (Sebastian Stan x teen!reader) DAY 8: Laugh Away the Tears (Steve Harrington x reader)

#marvel #marvel cast x reader #avengers x reader #steve rodgers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #tony stark x reader #natasha x reader #peter parker x stark!reader #chris evans x reader #sebastian stan x reader #sam wilson x reader #wanda x reader #dean winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester x sister!reader #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #jensen ackles #jared padalecki #misha collins #meredith grey #derek sheppard #mark sloan #spencer reid #derek morgan #jj criminal minds #emily prentiss #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader

[testingthewatersss]

I never lost him Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, torture,  etc. Just unapologetic cuddling and comfort ft. Steve Rodgers. Bucky Barnes x F Reader Chapter 1 2400 words fluff, angst, comfort. 18+ MDNI Post TWS Steve realises that he's not the only one looking for Sargent Barnes. Reader is Tony’s sister, a non-enhanced shield agent who recently resurfaced.

“I don’t really know what you want me to say”

“Y/N” Tony says, exasperated, “I want you to say that you’ll be more careful”

“That’s a bit rich, comin’ from you”

Natasha scoffs at the young woman’s reply, quickly shrugging at Steve, who is positioned directly across from her in the quinn-jet.

“I” Stark continues, “Didn’t just ransack an entire underground base-“

“No, you were just waiting outside said base, with a shit-tone of explosives”

This time, Romanoff doesn’t even bother to disguise her laughter, much to the dismay of the other, more uncomfortable passengers.

“I also have a billion-dollar suit-”

“I can make myself one, if us matching would make you feel any better”

The offer silences Tony, who rubs at his goatee, screwing his eyes shut for a moment as he considers his sister.

“I’m sorry me doing my job makes you nervous” she offers calmly, standing up from her spot to pace towards the main console, “but, look on the bright side, we got all the tech we wanted, and, it’s one less HYDRA lair for SHIELD to worry about bringing down”

“She’s right, Tony” Steve inserts, speaking for the first time since their departure, “I’m not gonna say I agree with her method-”

“Oh good” Stark counters, still clearly irritated, “Because for a second there, it sounded like you were going to praise my little sister for jumping head on into a fight without backup”

“I had back up” Y/N mutters, keying something into the computer

“Like who?” Tony bristles,

“You” she answers, turning to face him.

It’s clear from the silence that follows, that that is something she was expecting him to have known already.

It’s also clear that her having that level of unwavering faith in him, is something he didn’t consider as a possibility.

He’s suddenly very flattered. It shows.

Y/N rolls her eyes, and everyone notices how identical the expression looks when it’s her who’s wearing it.

Tony smiles the rest of the way back to New York. Not even Fury chastising them for their ‘rash actions’ does much to temper his new found elation. In fact, when he tries to scold Y/N, by saying that ‘Reckless impulsivity’ must be a genetic trait they share, he only seems to get happier.

Steve looks somewhat satisfied with the days events, and Natasha is boarder line chipper considering her usual blank facade.

“What did you go back for?” she whispers, when Y/N eventually takes her seat, back at her side, “i pochemu ty pryachesh' eto ot svoyego brata?” and why are you hiding it from your brother?

“because it’s not any of his business” she answers calmly, ignoring the quirk in Steve’s brow, “Eto to, chto ya dumayu, prinadlezhit Sardzhentu Barnsu”

“Sargent Barnes?” Natasha echos, shock making her forget her place for once.

Rodgers snaps up in his seat, eyes suddenly trained in on the women-

“Don’t pretend you don’t know who he is” Y/N chides, “I know damn well you’ve both been tracking him for months-”

“You know Bucky?!” Steve demands in a hushed tone, acutely aware of their lack of privacy.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” she quotes, not bothering to hide her smirk.

“Son of a bitch!”

“Language” the women tease in unison.

Natasha has taken the minute of distraction to compose herself.

It’s hardly surprising Y/N has caught on to their lame attempts at locating the former assassin. They’ve been hacking into her tech after all-

“No offence” she chides, “but did either of you really think nobody was going to notice a bunch of Stark drones being deployed covertly with no authorisation? ”

It’s clear from Steve’s expression that that’s exactly what he’d thought.

“You’re lucky it was me who caught on” she says, “Tony would have put a stop to it pretty fast, y’know, he’s still a little sour about the whole he murdered our parents thing”

“Y/N/N” Steve begins, clearly desperate, “He didn’t know- there is no way Bucky would’ve-”

She raises a hand to silence him, nodding over at her brother who is still blissfully focused on the navigation software.

“You’ve been keeping him off our tracks” Natasha realises, blinking between the siblings, “You are the one that’s been helping me decrypt the security codes-”

Y/N just shrugs.

“You’re actually quite good” she comments, “for a field agent”

Natasha rolls her eyes, bumping her shoulder playfully.

Steve shifts anxiously on his seat clearly trying to process the information he’s just been hit with.

“If you” he begins, “If you’ve already been doin’ that, would- would you help us? I’m sure with you runnin’ some of the kit we track him down in-”

“I don’t need to track him down” Y/N says pleasantly, shutting her eyes, “I know exactly where he is”

Before either of the others could formulate a response, she’d put her headphones in, and was leaning back against the wall, seemingly serene.

Steve had festered for the entire journey back, sharing strained looks at Natasha who seemed to be utterly unwilling to share in his urgent need to do something.

Once they’d landed, Tony had rushed his sister down to their lab to run some tests on the things they’d brought back, and to update Banner who’d been staying behind with Clint.

Much to his continued dismay, Black Widow had only cautioned him against doing anything stupid where the Starks were concerned. Warning him that he was on thin ice with Tony already, and reminding him of the older man’s protective nature, when it came to his sister.

“But she knows Nat” he’d insisted, “she knows his name, she knew about the bridge, about what he said-”

“maybe” Natasha allows

“-How?! How the hell does she know about that” he half demands, “and how, has does she know ‘exactly where he is!?”

“I don’t kn-”

“Shocking” Y/N says, pushing the door to the room open with a smile on her face, “You’re in the dark about’ somethin’ Red? I’d never have believed it-“

Before the spy can react the teasing, Steve has reacted, he’s turned, jaw locked as he reaches out to grip her arm, hard enough to leave a bruise.

She stiffens at the sudden contact, and Natasha takes a step towards the pair.

Their eyes are locked together, Y/N looks almost curious by the boldness of the mans actions, but she can tell that he’s hurting her, even though she knows him well enough to be certain it’s not deliberate.

“Steve…” she cautions, astutely aware of the way that the other woman is assessing the scenario “let her go”

“Unless you want you and your old buddy to have a matching set” Y/N says, flicking a glance at his hand, “then I’d do what she says.”

Steve releases her instantly, ashamed of the way he’d acted on instinct, without considering how he much have hurt her in the process.

“I’m sorry” he says sincerely, taking a step back, “I didn’t mean to-”

“I know” Y/N accepts, damp hair falling in front of her face as she offers him an amused smile, “Don’t worry about it”

“Y/N/N” Nat begins, hopeful that if she can do the talking, they might stand a chance of leaving this interaction with more information then they’d started with, “You said you know where Barnes is located”

“I did” she agrees, leaning on the counter, “I do”

Steve watches her, body thrumming with adrenaline.

“How?” Nat presses, “we’ve been running drones-”

“I know what you’ve been doin’” she replies, “and don’t get me wrong, I love a satellite controlled drone as much as the next girl, but I’ve been takin’ a different approach in terms of gettin’ an updated location-”

“-and that is?”

“I called him a couple of days ago.”

Steve’s jaw drops open, Natasha’s locks shut.

Y/N looks at the duo, and her amusement visible shifts to something more akin to sympathy, when she sees how earnestly Steve wants information about his friend.

“He’s alright…” she offers, “… safe”

“He has a cell phone?” Nat mumbles, more annoyed at herself for not figuring that out, than she is absorbed in the nuance of the conversation

“He takes your calls?”

“Well yeah” Y/N replies to both of them, “I check in every now and then”

“You… check in, on the winter soldier?”

“Are we still calling him that?” she quips, turning to look at Natasha, “I mean, we can I guess, but it sounds a little formal don't you think? I usually stick with Bucky"

Steve is still speechless. He just blinks dumbly at the women for a second, thoughts racing.

“What?” Y/N chides, “You’re the only one allowed to make new friends?”

He runs a hand through his hair, starring at her again.

“Is that what you are? His friend?”

She thinks his tone is awfully protective, if a little suspicious. It doesn’t take her long to decide that it’s endearing, rather than offensive, so she offers him a smile before shrugging, and murmuring a “somethin’ like that” that makes Natasha scoff.

Another, longer silence fills the room. Nobody seems keen on breaking it, and the mutual air of acceptance that has come with it.

Steve isn’t sure why he trusts the woman’s intentions, but that doesn’t change the fact that he does.

Natasha has always loved Y/N. Their bond goes deeper and further back then any of the others know, so there was never any part of her that was going to risk upsetting her over a man she’s never spoken to.

“He’s expecting a call tonight” Y/N says finally, “I'll tell him you say hello”

The hope that flairs behind Steve’s eyes is sweet. He grins and takes a step towards her, he catches himself though, and slows his movements, feeling absurdly guilty about the way he’d greeted her earlier.

“I’m not giving you his number” she tells him firmly, with no hint of apology

“Please” he asks, feeling the optimism he’d been experiencing a moment ago dissipate like smoke, “Y/N-”

“I can’t” she replies, looking at the other woman for support, “He knows you’re looking for him, Steve, he knows where I live, I-”

“is he angry at me?”

“What?” both girls say in unison

“Why would he be angry at you?” Y/N asks, as Natasha offers her a confused glance.

“I- I left him, I-“

“You nearly died” Black Widow inserts, “He nearly killed you”

“That doesn’t matter Nat, I-”

“No” Y/N says calmly, “No Steve, he’s not angry with you- He’s-” she sighs, “He’s not angry at anybody”

“So why-”

“He’s scared, Steve” Natasha says, as if that answer had been obvious, “I mean can you blame the guy?”

Y/N averts her eyes, but it’s obvious from her expression that she agrees.

“I don’t-”

“God, Steve” the red head continues, "He's clearly running from something, and right now, my money's on us-”

“-Oh, god…”

Y/N looks up seeing, hearing the remorse in their voices.

“He’s fine” she repeats, “but he’s not ready for a reunion”

It looks like he might cry. She can barely handle it, so she moves in, closing the few steps between them, and pulls him into a hug.

He laughs into her shoulder, shocked at the contact, but not displeased. He holds onto her, before nodding when she pulls away.

“Would-” he sighs, clearly emotional, “Would’ya tell him, I’m- I’m sorry, I’ll- I’ll give him space, and I- I swear I never meant to make it any harder on him I just- I just miss him-”

“I’ll tell him, I promise”

He nods again, and reigns himself back in, the best he can, pawing at his face to stop tears from filling his eyes.

“So…” Nat begins, “…what did you bring back for him?”

Steve turns to face the spy, and then the Stark.

Y/N is grinning, as she pulls a silver chain from her pocket.

“What’s that?” Romanoff asks, looking at the dog tag that’s hanging from it almost suspiciously, “and why do you think it’s his?”

“Because it is” Y/N answers calmly, “Isn’t it?”

She hands it to Steve, who holds it like it’s fragile, like it’s precious, or like he’s worried it might disappear.

He turns the tag over in his fingers, looking at the familiar engraving with awe.

“It… that… that’s not possible”

“Clearly, it is” Y/N teases, taking it back from his hands, “He told me about it once, said he’d never taken it off before he fell- when I saw it in that drawer I figured I should probably get it back to him”

“We had them made” Rodgers says, “when we got him out of that camp, everyone was jokin’, said it was so if one of us got lost, we’d get brought back to the other”

“Where’s yours?” she asks, eying his baron neck,

“Somewhere at the bottom of the ocean.”

The sadness in his tone is heavy. It pulls at Y/N’s heart strings until one almost snaps in her chest.

“Well, maybe it’ll come back to you one day” is all she says, even though she feels like she owes him more than that.

He forces a chuckle and nods.

“How are you gonna get it to him?” he asks, clearly nervous, “it could get-”

“I’m going to hand it to him” she says, “I’m not going to risk sending it in the mail, Steve, I promise”

His curiosity is clearly sparked again, but this time, he bites his tongue.

The trust he’s putting in her is tangible. She offers him a smile, and tucks the necklace away.

“I’m gonna get back to T-” she announces, pressing a peck against Natasha’s cheek, “I’ll let you know how he’s getting on”

“We’ll stop the drones” the other woman offers,

“You don’t have to” Y/N replies over her shoulder, “they’re way off track”

Steve shakes his head, dismayed- earlier that week they’d been sure they’d gotten a lead in Budapest.

“We really weren’t ever close?” Nat asks, almost irritated

“No” she replies apologetically, “But if it helps, you were up against me, so you never really stood a chance”

“Careful, darlin” Steve cuts in, “you’re startin’ to sound-”

“Like an arrogant douche bag” Natasha finishes for him,

Y/N laughs, loud and hearty like her brother.

“Maybe it’s genetic” she suggests playfully, “Recklessness, Impulsivity, Arrogance, I’m sure Fury’s puttin’ a list together-”

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[daddysfangirls-marvel]

70 Years Material List

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader, Steve Rodgers x (sister) reader.

Summary After Bucky and Steve fail to come home after ww2 y/n is driven crazy from the hatred she feels from being abandoned by her brother and left alone in the world she becomes an Assassin to kill those who ruined her life. 70 years later the avengers are sent to find an Assassin that has been killing for the last several decades only for Steve and Bucky to be horrified by who it is. (Codename reaper)

Grief

Pain

Alone

Happiness

A Thousand Years of Happiness

#avengers #fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #steve roger fanfiction #steve rogers x sister reader #70 years series

[dahliarosebud]

- Bucky Barnes x Reader

• Angst

• MAIN-MASTER-LIST

Warnings: mentions of depression. mentions of grief induced hallucinations, mentions of family death

Synopsis: As you lie on your death bed you speak to Bucky. It’s been a long time coming and all you’ve wanted was to be reunited with your family and love, to feel whole again. You’re lonely, but not for much longer. You get to be with him again. Well you thought so.

———————

I sighed as I looked at the white walls. So bleak and bland is life with out you my love. I’m surrounded by the same walls all day as tumours chew me up on the inside. Bed ridded for so long I forgot how long it has been, but I would never forget your face. Or your hair, laugh, eyes.

If you saw me now you would be disappointed. Frail and old. Withered and dying. I lie in my bed with heart ache, but they don’t have any medication for that. I’m long past saving now. I can’t, won’t move on.

I only have one visitor. Steve. He cares for me and pays for my medical bills. You should see him now James, not aged a day. Handsome thing now he is. Never as handsome as you though my love.

My pale skin would shock you. Thin hands, thin face. Raspy breath and hoarse voice. I’m not as beautiful as I was back then. I still cry when I think about you. The way you would hold and kissed me.

I could never love anyone the way I loved...love you. I never stopped. I never married. Never allowed myself the depriving sense of falling in love with another because I would be lying. Lying to myself and them. How could I love anyone the way I loved you?

I still wear the locket you gave me, The picture Steve had taken. We look so happy. We look young. We look in love. I closed my eyes feeling the sorrowful tears. I’m used to it now, its a daily occurrence. 

At first it was lack of sleep - a few hours at most. The no sleep at all. Then I couldn’t eat, or drink. That’s when the hallucinations kicked in. I would see you. Speak to you. Feel you. You were there to pick me up when my parents died, but when you were gone that comfort went with you.

Finally my sister found me. Collapsed. On the floor of my apartment, said I was speaking to myself until I finally lost consciousness.  Do you remember Annabella? My sister. God when she was younger she used to be in love with you. I mean who could blame her.

She was married, had a few kids. They died. Every single one of them. Car crash. I outlived everyone. My curse. Cursed with life. How ridiculous. I laughed, wheezing out painful coughs that rattled in my chest and squeezed my lungs.

I can hear them speaking about me. They are just muffled and everything is blurred. It used to scare me ,but now I find it comforting. I don’t want to watch the world grow as I age. Not with out you.

“How is she?” Steve asked stood in the door way. Hands on his hips looking between Y/n and the doctor. 

“She will be gone in the week sir,” she said softly looking down. The never aging man looked down, sighing through his nose. He chewed the inside of his cheek. He only just lost Peggy and now you too?

The doctors hand clamped down on his shoulder, jostling his body, “I’m sorry  Mr Rodgers” A trained, tired smile on his face. The blonde man nodded looking up at the doctor. A flimsy, wavering smile plastered on his face.

He exhaled through his nose once the doctor left. Making slow foot steps to your bedside. He watched the way you ran your thumb up and down the gold dainty chain. He stared back at yours and Bucky’s smiling faces. He listened to your soft delirious whispers.

You’ve been talking to yourself for a couple of days now. Steve remembers the way your body had rattled the bed after you seizure. The way he had a sickening lump wedged into his throat as he was pushed out of the room.

He put his hand on your arm. Rubbing your frail skin with his thumb. His eyebrows creased as he felt your weak pulse. It was selfish of him to expect you to stay. Especially after everything.

I’ll be joining you soon I should think James. You promise you will take me to see everyone right? In all honesty my time has been long overdue. I’ve over stayed my welcome on this earth.

A little piece of me had died with my parents, then you, then my sister. I have nothing left to give. What, who is there to live for? I’ll be with you very soon my love, just wait a bit longer.

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[natsarrownecklacx]

Taken

Natasha Romanoff x reader. Avengers x reader.

Word count- 5,909.

Summary- The avengers are your family and you love your family. The only problem is, when you join a family, their enemies become yours.

Warnings- Kidnapping, Drugging, Violence, Blood, Knife use, Dark themes. Lmk if I missed any.

A/n- Set in a world where women can get other women pregnant. I’m planning on having 3-4 parts to this.

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The Avengers love you, and you love them.  Love how they are all like this great big family. A family they consider you part of.

You’d all met a few years back when Tony brought you to one of his famous parties. He was so excited to introduce you to the team, he not so modestly claimed to lead, as his sister.

You may be brother and sister to each other but it isn’t blood that binds you together. Love and loyalty are what tie you to each other, not to mention the bickering and teasing only a sibling could torture you with. Anyone who knew you could see the familial bond the two of you share.

The night you were set to meet the team Tony had told you to come to the tower at seven o’clock. At which time you were to wait in the lobby for him to come and get you, to escort you to the party. At first you thought it was silly, you were capable of making your way to the party. It was only a ten minute elevator ride from the lobby afterall. After seeing the look of determination on Tony’s face, and knowing how stubborn he is, you relented, agreeing to wait for him in the lobby. Once you’d arrived you’d sent him a text to let him know you were there. Seeing the text from you Tony signaled the team for a quick check in, to go over the rule of your visit. 

The one thing Tony had asked of the team, aside from being on their best behavior, was that none of them were to make a move on you. His logic followed that you were the closest thing to family he had. He wanted, no needed, all of you to get along, the most important people in his life. He didn’t want anything to happen to put that at risk.

He also stated, in confidence, that if anything were to happen and sides had to be chosen that he would choose you. Without hesitation. It was said as a joke, humor filling his voice, though the team could see that he was being very serious. 

At first they were slightly offended. They’d all trusted each other to save one another’s life’s on multiple occasions. They’d all shared countless holidays and mundane days together. They understood that you were important to him but they were important to, they had a bond of their own. A sort of functional, dysfunctional family.

As time went on and you grew closer to the team they began to understand why Tony loved you. Special moments that brought you all together only cemented the love they had for you, while causing your own love for them to grow.

Like how Wanda would always cook people's favorite meals when they were sad. The way she somehow knew your go-to comfort food, despite you never having told her. How when she was upset she just wanted to be held while she cooked her own favorite meal, which you were happy to do every time. Afterwards you’d curl up on the couch together and watch sitcoms while you played with her hair. She’d always fall asleep in your arms and you’d end up carrying her back to her room before tucking her in and leaving a kiss on her forehead, closing the door on your way out. 

Or how Sam and Steve would lightly blush every time Bucky walked into the room, and how when the brown haired super soldier would realize a blush of his own would make its way onto his face. The way all three of them would deny it when you would lightheartedly tease them about it, just to see them all blush even harder. How honored you felt when they’d told you they were together but that they hadn’t yet told anyone. That they’d trusted you enough to be the first to know. 

One of the strangest ways in which you had gotten to know anyone on the team was with Clint. You were making your way out of the kitchen one day when you heard a thud come from the ceiling above you. Think nothing of it, you shrug your shoulders and make your way to the living room. You’d been sitting down not even five minutes before you heard the thud again, this time followed by a whispered, “Shit.” 

Without even looking away from the tv you call out. “Clint Barton, so help me god if you don’t come out of those vents right now.” All you hear is a huff in response as the archer lands on his feet before he asks, “How did you know?” 

Looking towards him you shrug your shoulders and offer him a smile “I pay attention.”

Clint narrows his eyes at you for a minute before responding “Impressive.” 

Dropping down on the couch next to you he swings his arm over the back of the sofa before asking, “What are we watching?” From then on the two of you were friends, having your monthly “Clint and y/n/n movie nights.”

Over time you got to know each person on the team more intimately. You became a part of their life’s that they couldn’t live without, and they became the same for you. 

When Tony asked you to move into the compound you couldn’t have agreed faster. You were practically living there anyways, why not make it official. Everyone was thrilled when you told them the news, excited to be able to spend more time with you. Everyone except one person. Natasha Romanoff. Sat at the corner of the room, her eyes glued to you like always but never allowing herself to speak to you. 

On the few occasions that you’d tried to engage with her you were met with brief conversation and a quick exit. Her unwillingness to get to know you confused you. You’d fallen in with everyone else so easily, why was Natasha so against getting to know you. At first you thought you’d done something wrong, you must have accidentally offended her or something. After a conversation with Clint had assured you that, with Natasha, it just takes time for her to let you in, you felt more sure of yourself. Determined to prove to the redhead that she could trust you. That you were someone worth getting to know. You were going to live together after all, why not try to get along. 

After a few weeks of short conversations and time spent together with the team Natasha finally decided to start opening up to you. She'd decided she could trust you after watching how you interacted and looked after each member of the team, her family. Seeing the kindness and patience you displayed daily drew Natasha to you. So she decided it was time to let you know her. It was strange how it happened. To you it was the first real conversation you had with her. For her, she had been quietly observing you from a distance since you first arrived, so she left like she knew you.

Natasha had waited for a day when the team would all be out on a mission, wanting your full attention. She’d simply walked into the kitchen one day while you were making lunch. Your back was turned to her as you gently swayed to the music playing through your headphones. Natasha took a second to gather herself, watching you dance around the kitchen with a smile on your face. Taking a deep breath to steal herself Natasha sealed her fate in getting to know you. 

With confidence and grace only Natasha Romanoff could possess she made her way over to you tapping you on the shoulder and scaring you out of your own world. With a soft smile Natasha apologized for scaring you. Once you’d calmed down Natasha had asked what you were listening to. You simply smiled in reply and connected your phone to the speaker in the kitchen so she could listen with you. You then turned back to the food you were making, gesturing for Natasha to come try some. The rest of the day was spent listening to music while eating the food you’d prepared together and then watching a movie. Not once did either of you mention that this was the first time you had interacted one on one, it didn’t really matter. You were both just enjoying eachothers company.

From that day on the two of you grew closer than either of you though you would. What was once just polite smiles and watching each other from a distance became mornings spent making each other breakfast, laughing as you told stories about the team. Nights spent curled up on the couch watching movies while she braided your hair. 

Whenever Natasha would leave for a mission you were always the last person she said goodbye to, wanting to make it the longest, and the first person to greet her when she got back. Nights after she returned would always be spent in either your room or her’s, a blanket fort of your making at the ready for you both to watch her favorite movies in. 

The two of you grew closer and closer as friends until one day things changed . You stopped leaving Natasha’s room after watching movies together long into the night. Mornings were now spent in bed with her arms wrapped around you, after spending the night in her bed. You spent more and more time alone with one another in each other's arms. Time spent with the team resulted in longing glances here and there, wanting to be near to each other but unable to be in the way you wanted with the others in the room. 

For two years the two of you went on dating, in secret. Two years spent loving each other openly behind closed doors, while acting as friends in front of others. You knew the team would be happy for you both when they eventually found out. You knew Tony would be happy for you too, eventually. You just wanted to figure out how best to tell him so that he wouldn’t feel betrayed. You had to make him understand that you loved each other and you loved him. Once he understood that, he would be over the moon happy for his “Little sister.” Or so you hoped. 

Once the two of you realized you were ready to take the next step in your relationship you knew it was time to tell your family about your relationship. Deciding to tell them your news at the team movie night, becauses everyone would be together at that time. 

Tonight is the night you and Natasha are going to tell the team about your big news. As excited and ready as you are to share with your family your happiness, you can't deny that you're a little nervous. Though every time your mind fills with uncertainty and hesitation Natasha’s voice fills your head. Her soft words of reassurance soothing you back to a state of calm.

The compound is quiet today, with everyone in the conference room preparing for an upcoming mission. This mission requires a more in depth plan then most so the team will be busy all day, much to your dismay. You hate meeting days. Natasha and Wanda, your best friend, would be gone for the whole day, leaving you to entertain yourself.

The job of getting snacks for this week's movie night belongs to you as everyone else is busy. Having nothing else to do you decide to walk to the store. With a smile on your face you make your way down the street, going over the list of everyone's favorite snacks in your head, so as not to forget anything. 

Maybe you should have been paying more attention. Or maybe you should have taken your car to the store. Either way you are seriously regretting setting foot outside the compound as a bag is shoved over your head and you are forced into the back of a van. Or what you presume to be a van, not much can be made out, other than blurry figures, threw the material of the bag covering your face.

Voices belonging to the blurry figures fill your ears. Speaking in a language you recognize but can’t understand. Before the reality of what has happened can settle on you, you feel a prick on the side of your neck and the whole world fades to black. The last thing on your mind before you fall unconscious is Natasha. You have to warn Natasha.

Back at the compound the team sits blissfully unaware of what has just happened to you. The boring meeting happening in front of them the main thing on their minds. Or at least most of their minds. 

Sitting in the conference room Natasha glances at the clock on the wall and inwardly groans. Seven hours, that’s how long it’s been since she’s seen you. Seven hours since she woke up in bed beside you, kissed you good morning and got up to get ready for the day.

As much as she tries, and she does try, she can’t pay attention to the mission prep happening in front of her. All she can think about is you, the news you have to share with everyone and how the team would react. More specifically how Tony would react. She’s been friends with the man for a long time, she hopes that what you both have to tell him will not change that. Natasha wants him to see that she cares for you just as much as he does. More even, but she would never say that to his face, knowing how well that would turn out. She hopes he will be happy for you, for both of you, she needs him to be, for your sake. Natasha knows how much Tony means to you and how important him being supportive of your relationship is. 

Just as they are about to move onto another section of the mission prep Jarvis’s voice rings out in the room, pulling Natasha from her thoughts.  

“I’m sorry for the interruption Mr. Stark, but you’ve been sent a video.”

Huffing in annoyance Tony replies to the A.l. “Not now J, we’re in the middle of something. Set a reminder for me to watch it later.” Thinking nothing of it the team go back to focusing on the mission, but Natasha now has an uneasy feeling in her stomach.

Five minutes later the A.I speaks again. “I’m sorry Mr. Stark but I must insist on you viewing the video now. I’ve just scanned through the footage an-“

“Jarvis, you're not authorized to go through my personal mail.”

“I’m sorry Sir but it was marked as urgent and I really must insist.”

The uneasy feeling in Natasha is at a borderline uncomfortable level now. Tony was about to respond to the AI, to tell him off for interrupting them while they are so busy but Natasha beat him to it. “Show us the video J.” Looking at Tony she catches eyes with the man, who gives her a glare in response.

“Right away Ms Romanoff.” 

Turning their attention to the wall where Jarvis is projecting the video the team waits in anticipation for him to play it. The feeling of unease now flowing through everyone in the room. 

The second the video is set to play a collective gasp sounds off in the room. Everyone goes quiet, no one dares make a sound as the images on the screen play out. You are there, tied to a chair with your hands bound behind your back and your legs tied to those of the chair. You look tired, your eyes are filled with tears and there is blood running down the side of your face from where you had been punched moments ago.

Seeing the man punch you and the way you yell out in pain makes Natasha’s grip on her own seat tighten, her nails digging into the leather of the arm rest. No, she thinks to herself, this can't be happening. Please God tell me this isn’t real.

“Where does Stark hide the blueprints for his suits?” The man, who the team silently presume to be your captor, asks, his voice unnervingly calm. Almost as if what he is doing is something he does daily, as if the situation bores him. 

Tony’s eyes widen when he hears this. You’ve been kidnapped. You're hurt, and it’s because of him. Just tell them, he thinks to himself. He can make more suits, the avengers can fight off whatever threats come but they only have one you. He knows you won't though, you are strong, loyal and stubborn, you won’t tell. That’s what scares him. Your refusal to cooperate will only get you hurt, or worse killed. The thought brings a shake to the man's hands that he tries to calm by clasping them together. 

“No.” you respond, voice even as you stand your ground. 

“TELL ME!” He roars as he stands from his seat. “I’m not telling you anything.” There is a finality in your voice that the man takes as a challenge. Fine, if you want to be stubborn, so be it. It would make his job of getting the information he needed from you more interesting. The man makes his way over to you, grabbing you by the back of the head and punching you in the face. 

Wanda raises her hand to cover her mouth as she watches you. Tears coming to her eyes as the sight of you in pain. All she wants to do now is hold you and tell you everything is going to be okay. She knows that you are strong but she wishes that you didn't have to be, not like this. 

Letting go of you, the man moves back out of sight of the camera, leaving the team's attention solely on you. Your head lolls forward and you spit out blood. Your eyes widen when you see the amount of blood that left your mouth, the first look of panic flashes in your eyes, though you are quick to hide it when the man speaks up again

“You tell me…” The man comes back into view again, this time with a sharp blade in his hand.  “Or I cut you into pieces and ship you to your friends in a box.”

The color completely drains from Natasha’s face as she watches the man approach you again. The fear in your eyes is clear now and she can see the way you shake in your seat. “I- I- I won’t tell you anything.” A dark chuckle is all you get in response as the man lazily drags the blade down your arm, leaving angry red lines in its wake. You scream out in pain as blood starts to pore from your arm. The man grabs you by the head again, raising it to look him in the eye.

“You tell me what I want to know or the next place I stick my knife won’t be so pleasant.” Your resolve crumbles as the man brings the knife lower to rest over your abdomen. “I-… I-…” You stammer, trying and failing to catch your breath, panic settling in as you realize how much danger you're actually in. This isn’t some amature looking for a way to get at Stark Tech. This man is trained in what he is doing and from the look on his face, he is enjoying doing it. He enjoys seeing you fear for your life. 

“That’s it. You’ve pushed my patience.” He brings the knife down, ready to stab you in the stomach, stopping just before the knife touches your skin when he hears you scream. “No, please! I’m pregnant!”

A manic smile slides its way onto your captors face. He kneels in front of you, sitting between your legs. “Well well well, what do we have here?” Moving the blade so that it’s flat against your stomach the man looks up at you, his smile widening as if he’s just figured something out. You let out a sob as he moves his hand to rest on the slight swell of your belly.

“Now, don’t cry little one. I won’t kill you, though I can make no promises of not hurting you if you continue to misbehave.” You can tell from the look in his eye and the tone in his voice that he means what he says. Moving to stand behind you he raises the knife to rest under your jaw. “Your usefulness has just increased, Sweetheart. I’m going to hold onto you for a little while longer.” As he speaks, he slides the blade down the side of your throat lightly. Not leaving a mark, but making a threat. One you take very seriously.  

Keeping the knife against your throat he looks into the camera, speaking again. “You have 24 hours to give me what I want or…” Moving his hands down to your front he places the knife back over your abdomen. Seeing this makes you cry harder, quiet please to spare your child tumbling from your lips.

“Shhh little one I’m taking.” He shushes you, places a kiss to the top of your head before looking back to the camera. “Or I cut her baby out, while she’s still breathing and send it to you in a casket.”

Hearing what the man has planned for you and your baby sets a fresh wave of panic over you. He really is going to kill you both. You struggle in your bonds, hyperventilating and sobbing, begging him not to harm your baby.��No please. Do whatever you want with me, I don’t care, just please. Please don’t hurt my baby.” 

The man does not acknowledge your please, seemingly bored of them. He simply moves from behind you, leaves the view of the camera and comes back moments later with a needle in his hand.

Realizing what was about to happen you shake your head and continue to try to plead with the man.  “No no no no please! Please don’t! It could hurt the baby, plea-“ He moves his hand over your mouth in an attempt to quiet you. “Shhh Sweetheart. This won’t hurt your baby, I promise.” 

He mumbles to himself then, barely audible but both you and the team hear it. “I need it alive so it’s gonna stay that way.” 

You sob louder as he brings the needle up to your neck,  screaming for help around his hand “NATASHA! PLEASE!” You sob, desperation seeping through every word. “NATASHA! HELP US!” Your eyes hold nothing but pure fear as you beg for your girlfriend to come save you. The prick is felt again at the side of your neck. Before the world fades to black you let out another scream.

The video comes to an end and the team sits in shock. There are tear marks left on each of  their faces from the silent crying they’d all done throughout the video. It takes a moment  for everyone to collect themselves after what they’ve just seen but once the shock starts to wear off they start to come back to themselves and the fear sets in. You are in danger. Someone took you. Someone HURT you and you need their help. They can have feelings about what they just witnessed later. For now, you need them to do what they do best. Save people. 

Everyone around her seems to be kicking into action. Trying to think of ways to find you and how they are going to get you home safely. All Natasha can think about is you. How scared you looked, how you screamed out for her to help you. She should have been there, she shouldn't have left you alone. 

The team is talking. That much she knows, it all just sounds like background noise as she replays your screams for help over and over in her head. 

Keeping her composure is becoming a problem as the reality of everything sets in. You are in danger, serious danger, and so is your baby. She needs to get to you, but first she needs to get her body to move and right now she can’t. The fear of losing her family is paralyzing her.

“We need to find her. Now.” Tony yells, slamming his hands down on the table. 

“Hold on a second Stark. We need to think this through, we can’t just force our way in there.” 

“The hell we can’t.” Wanda yells, glaring daggers at Bruce. Is he seriously suggesting they don’t immediately try to find you? Was he not paying attention at all? 

“All I’m saying is we need to think this out properly. For our safety and for y/n’s.” Bruce defends himself.

“And y/n’s baby.” Sam adds, distress clear in his voice. “Since when is she pregnant by the way? And why didn’t any of us know?” Sam asks, looking around the room, as if looking for the answers from someone. You are one of his closest friends, he loves you, and the realization that he might soon lose you is making him snap. A sort of manic state taking over him.

Bucky tries to calm him by placing a hand on his shoulder. “Come on love, now's not the time” Moving out of Bucky’s hold Sam continues. “No no, I’d like to know. Hey! I have an idea. Let’s ask Nat, you two seem to be pretty close. She even called out for you in that video. Not Tony, not Wanda, you. Has your best friend shared with you who she’s been screwing? Cause, you know, maybe they’d like to know that there is a very real possibility that their baby might never be born.”

A loud bang stops Sam in his rambling. Turning to face the source of the noise the team is met with the sight of Natasha. Her chair lying on the ground, from the speed at which she stood, her hands gripping at the table as she hunched over it, her breaths starting to become shallow and quick. Clint and Wanda share a look of worry before Clint makes a move to approach his best friend.

“Nat….?” Clint steps towards his friend in an attempt to console her. Natasha keeps her eyes locked on the table below her as she tries to control her breathing, panic swirling in her when she realizes she can’t.  “Nat breath. We’re gonna find her okay.” Moving closer he places a hand on Natasha’s back, running it up and down in a soothing motion. The action does little to sooth the assassins worry, but she appreciates her best friend's presence nonetheless. 

“Does anyone know who’s baby she’s carrying? Sam’s right they should know what’s happening just in case….. If anything happens they should know.” Steve speaks up. A distant look in his eye as he tries to bring himself back to the present. 

That’s it. Those words send her over the edge. Natasha’s legs buckle beneath her, sending her crumbling towards the floor. Clint moves forward quickly and catches her just before she hits the ground. Wrapped in her best friend's arms Natasha lets out a sob, she tucks her head into his shoulder and mumbles out something the team can't quite understand.

Rocking her back and forth Clint tries to stop her sobbing. “Shhh. Nat it’s okay we're going to find her.” Looking over Natasha’s shoulder Clint catches eyes with Wanda, the concern they share for their friend clear on her face. Neither of them have ever seen her openly show how upset she is in front of the team before. So they know that this is affecting her badly. A look of realization flashes on Wanda's face, not a second later Clint shares the same look. 

“I- It’s-“ Natasha cries, clinging onto him like her life depends on it. At this moment, with everything that's happening, she feels like it does. 

“What?” Tony asks, moving to stand In front of the pair. “What did you say?” he asks again, louder this time.

“Give her a minute Tony.” Steve chimes in, now seemingly back to himself. 

“No!” Tony shouts, growing frustrated. “If she knows something that can help us find y/n we need to know now! Look, Nat, I know you love her, we all do. We’re all friends here- we’re all family, but if you know som-“

“She’s not my friend.” Natasha speaks up, her sobs dying down to tears. Her natural instincts are kicking in, her spy instincts, her instinct to protect you and now your unborn child.

 “What?” he asks again, confusion written across his face.

“She’s not my friend.” Natasha repeats, standing up and out of Clint’s arms. The archer takes a step back but stays close, in case she needs him. “The baby.” She starts, squaring her shoulders, preparing herself for what's to come. She looks Tony in the eye as she confesses. “It’s mine. It’s our baby.” 

Out of the corner of her eye Natasha can see the surprise that washes over the rest of the team and the look Clint and Wanda share. She can talk with them later though. Right now she needs to deal with Tony, fast. She needs to get this over with so she can get to you.

In a matter of seconds so many emotions cross over Tony’s face. Anger, betrayal, sadness, happiness, hope and then settling on anger. “You- You got my sister pregnant?” He asks, anger clear in his voice.  “You’re messing around with my little sister?”

Taking a step towards the two, trying to defuse the situation, Steve gently calls out, “Tony…” in an attempt to take his attention away from Natasha. Raising her hand Natasha signals for Steve to stay back. For them all to stay back. 

“It’s not like that Tony.” She reassures him, taking a step back as the brown haired man takes a step towards her.

Natasha’s seen Tony angry before, but never like this, never at her. She knows it’s because you are involved. He is scared to lose you and he is, as usual, protective of you. All of his emotions are getting muddled together in his panicked state. Anger being the result. Anger, with the new information he’s learned, he is now directing at Natasha.

She just has to make him understand. She loves you and you love her. He doesn’t need to be protective of you when it comes to her. 

“Jarvis gimme a hand.” He growls, taking a step towards Natasha. 

Hurt flashes in her eyes, raising her hands to show she means no harm. “Tony… don’t do this.” She pleads. She knew Tony would be upset that you’d both kept this from him but she didn’t really believe he would seriously want to hurt her. Besides that though they don’t have time for this, they need to get to you. 

“I don’t think that’s wise Sir.” Jarvis tries to reason with the man. 

“I didn’t ask if you thought it was wise. I said give me A GODDAMN HAND! ” He responds, raising his voice.

The rest of the team watch on, at Natasha’s silent request, doing nothing. Ready to intervene if things get too out of control. 

“I love her Tony.” Hoping her confession will assure the man of her pure intentions Natasha lowers her hands. “I know you do too, but you don’t have to protect her from me. She’s as much my family as she is yours now.”

For a minute it seems as though her words had the effect she hoped they would. All the tension and anger in Tony seems to leave him, he simply stands there slouching his shoulders in defeat. Stepping forward Natasha rests a hand on Tony's shoulder, hoping to comfort him anyway she can. The simple touch snaps the man out of his peace. Moving to wrap his hands around her throat he yells. “YOU HURT MY LITTLE SISTER!”

Natasha’s eyes widen momentarily, before her training kicks in. Maneuvering herself out of his grip the spy moves so that she is behind him with his arms wrapped around his middle, her arms holding him down. “I would never hurt her, Tony.”

At first the man struggles in her hold, trying to get free. After a few seconds the feeling of being held brings out the tears he’s been trying to hold back. “I love her, Tony. I promised her I’d always keep her safe and I intended to keep that promise.” Her voice is soft as she speaks so as to not upset him further.

Tony’s crying picks up into full on sobbing, realizing what he’s done. Natasha is his friend, she has been for years and despite everything he really does trust and care about her. “She’s- she’s my sister Nat. She’s my family, she’s all I’ve got. I need her to be okay.” Natasha shushes him gently, swaying them slightly to comfort him. “Shhh shhh. It's okay. I know Tony, I know. She means the same to me.”

Seeing how gentle the ex-assassin is with Tony brings tears to Wanda’s eyes. She’d never seen Natasha be so motherly towards anyone, the way she is patient and comforts Tony. Sure Natasha is a hero, a title she most definitely earned, and she is incredibly caring towards all of her teammates but the way she soothes the man in her arms is something she’d never seen from the red head before. It’s a small comfort to Wanda in this moment to know that her best friend is loved by someone like Natasha. For a moment her heart swells, you are going to have a baby. She is going to be an aunt and, from what she is seeing right now, Natasha is going to be a great mother for you to raise your baby with. 

Natasha holds Tony until he calms down. Once his sobs subside she lets go of his arms. Tony raises his hands to wipe away his tears before turning to the woman behind him, taking a step forward he wraps her in a hug. “Thank you.” He croaks, voice hoarse from crying. Natasha brings her arms around the man, returning his hug for a minute before stepping back and giving him an understanding nod. Her walls going back up after the moment of vulnerability. 

“Okay.” Wanda speaks up, grabbing everyone’s attention “What’s the plan?”

Turning her attention back to Tony, Natasha answers. “We get y/n back.” Tony nods in agreement. The two seem to have some unspoken understanding as they move to make their way out of the room. 

 “And how exactly are you planning on doing that?” Bruce asks, following the pair with his eyes.

“Suit up.” Tony orders, opening the door to the conference room for him and Natasha to step outside, the rest of the team following their lead. 

“Where are we going?” Bruce asks, confused as to when a plan was made.

“To get y/n back.” Natasha states, with a confidence she so desperately hopes she can back up. 

“How?” Sam asks, returning to his usual self. 

“I have a plan. Suit up, we leave in 10.”

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Deja Vu

DOCTOR!BUCKY X READER (PULMONARY SPECIALIST)

SUMMARY: Y/N Rogers struggles to the hospital with a punctured lung after being physically bullied and Bucky is her doctor, also her brother's best friend.

WARNINGS: Bullying, Hospital, Stitches, Physical harm, Blood, Thoracostomy (chest tube insertion), Medications, Anesthetic, Scalpel (for incision), Panic attack, Syringes, Needles - please let me know via message or comment if I missed any warnings. I know I sometimes give useless warnings, but I mean...rather save than sorry, you know:)

A/N: I wrote this solemnly from the research I did on Google, I do not have a medical degree, so if I have some information wrong, please do not hesitate to correct me (I will gladly make the changes) I hope you enjoy and don't be shy to leave your thoughts or comments.

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You let out a satisfied sigh as you walk home from school, already living the weekend in your thoughts - huddled up under a mountain of blankets, steaming hot coffee blistering your throat, the cup warming your hands and movies playing in the background to keep your mind from spiraling to the negative thoughts as you stare at one particular, unimportant spot on the ceiling. 

"Well, well, well, look what we have here" the sneering comment pulls you out from under the heap of comforting blankets, makes the coffee turn to caffeine icicles and the cup freezes your hands. You look up from the pavement, where your glance has been fixed while your thoughts ensued, only to see the taunting smirk of Enzo Davis, the biggest bully in your book of records. "I've had a long day, please just let me go home" you beg, very unlike you, but you don't have the energy to put up a fight nor do you have the energy to put up your walls, protecting you from all the horrible sentences thrown at you. "Now where's the fun in that?" he replies. "You see, that's the thing..." you point a finger at him, as if you've finally come to a conclusion "normal people find fun things to do outside of school and socials with their classmates. But oh, I forgot you're not like. normal. people" you snarkily reply, getting closer to his face.

"You'll regret that" he snarls, jaw clenching hard, knuckles turning white as he balls his hands into fists, his nostrils flaring and his eyes glaring daggers into your skull. "You always give me empty threats" you argue back. And that was the last straw. In an instant you are pushed against a wall, receiving and excepting punches thrown left and right, sure to leave black, bloodied bruises. Your sarcasm has always been your most powerful weapon, defeating you from figuratively cracking, but physically... you have nothing to protect you, except the mantra of 'there's a light at the end of the tunnel.'

You don't know when you ended up lying on the concrete, but the kicks to your ribs is a definite sign that you haven't gone entirely numb yet. The distant sound of sirens from police cars rushing off to a probable thievery, or maybe something far worse, drove the bully away from you, leaving you inconspicuous in a world full of oblivious, overlooking people. You lie there for a few more minutes, gathering yourself. As all senses return back to you, you can hear your heavy wheezing, feel your ribs penetrating your lung, your lungs hopelessly trying to expand only to deflate quicker than supposed to and bruises already evident on your face.

With a groan you push yourself up against the wall, leisurely making your way to your feet. Once you are braced against the wall, you brush the dirt of your clothes. Noticing how out of breath you were from just a bit of movement you know something is terribly wrong. You try to steady your breathing, but your lungs feel constricted and the pain elevating from your chest to your shoulder, makes the need and desire to fill your lungs with oxygen even more considerable. "The hospital it is" you frustratedly think aloud, as you weighed down your options. You push yourself away from the wall and stagger your way to the hospital, holding a hand on the skin, covering your ribs, trying to eliminate the pain.

When you arrive at the reception of the hospital, you can barely think straight with the pain coursing through your body and you can feel your heart hammering against your broken ribcage. "Oh my goodness, sweetie, are you okay?!" the receptionist asks when she sees you, immediately searching for her pager. "Hi, is Bucky here?" you pantingly ask her "Yes, he just finished a surgery. Is he expecting you?" she hesitantly asks. "Just tell him Y/N's here and it's urgent" you shorten your sentence, trying to spare the tiny bit of oxygen that's keeping you on your two feet. "Paging Doctor Barnes to the reception" she pages Bucky, pulling out a chair for you to sit on. "I'm Catherine by the way" the receptionist says with a comforting smile, masking her anxiety of the whole situation - she feels clueless and useless. "Doctor Bucky is on his way" she assures you, gently stroking your back.

"What is it Cather-" Bucky starts, but when he sees you, he stiffens, in contrast to you visibly relaxing with the knowledge that you were in save hands now. "Y/N! what happened to you?!" he asks concern lacing his voice as he rushes over to you. Your mouth opens, but not a sound escapes and Bucky turns into full doctor mode. "We need a gurney" Bucky yells to one of the nurses. "It's gonna be okay Y/N, you're in good hands" he comforts you as he picks you up and places you on the gurney.

You shut your eyelids to shield you from the bright fluorescent lights', verisimilitudinous flickering as the nurses' heads take turns to dutily check on your condition as they wheel you to a unit. Once Bucky was sure that the nurses were with you, he took out his phone to call Steve. "Hey Buck, what's up?" Steve cheerfully asks from the other end of the line. "It's Y/N, she's at the hospital. I gotta go, but I thought I'd just let you know" Bucky hastily replies. "I'm on my way" and with that Bucky hangs up.

Okay Y/N" Bucky says as he enters the room, just as the nurse finished cleaning your cuts on your face. He pulls the stethoscope from around his neck "This is gonna be a bit cold" he says placing it under your shirt against your chest, listening to your lungs. "From all the symptoms, it's clear that you have a punctured lung" Bucky says. "I'm going to have to insert a chest tube to help drain the air from around your collapsed lung" You just utter a breathless "okay." "I'm gonna talk you through it step for step as I work, okay?" You give Bucky a small smile, thankful for his gentleness towards you.  

"Is it okay if I lift your shirt so I can reach your ribs and chest?" Bucky asks. You just nod to let him know it's okay. "Are you on any medication I need to be aware of?" You make a thinking face, before you nod 'no' "Okay, then I'm going to inject you with this local anesthetic, so you won't feel any pain when I insert the tube" he speaks as he pulls the plunger, to fill the syringe with the correct dosage medicine, from the vial. You only widen your eyes at the mention of an injection. "Do you want to hold my hand?" one of the nurses, who is assisting Bucky in the whole procedure asks, when she sees your fearful eyes. Bucky gives her an appreciative smile, as you grasp her hand in your clammy one. "One, two, three" Bucky counts, before he inserts the needle into your skin, plunging all the anesthetic into your chest and rib area. You let go of the nurse's hand when Bucky pulls the needle out of your skin.

"We are going to wait a few minutes, just so that the anesthetic can numb the area, then I'm going to make a very small incision between your ribs, where I can insert the chest tube" Bucky explains as he snaps on his latex gloves. The thought of Bucky cutting into your skin, makes your anxiety spike - your heart punches against your chest, you gasp for air and it feels like the room is closing in on you. "Hey, hey, hey, I'm not going to hurt you, okay?" Bucky comforts you as he puts a latex covered hand on your tremulous hand. "Can you try and breathe for me? Just focus on me, okay?" Bucky says, trying to calm you down, and not worsen the current situation - you need all the oxygen you can get. "Breathe with me... in...1..2..3..4" Bucky counts and you inhale. "Anddddd out... 4..3..2..1" and you exhale. "That's it, your doing so great for me, doll" Bucky gives you a smile and a squeeze of your hand as you start to breathe normal again - as normal as you can in the given situation.

"Can you try and talk to me?" Bucky asks. You nod your head 'no' with a sad expression on your face. "I know you might find it difficult to talk, or maybe you feel like you can't, but you gotta try, okay?" he tries again. You just stare at Bucky before he speaks again "You have a traumatic pneumothorax" Your eyes widen at the doctor terminology, scared at what that might mean. "Am I dying?" you manage to force out, causing a laugh to tumble from Bucky's lips. "No, no, no, it just means that you are capable of talking... which you just proved to me" he explains. "Now do you wanna talk about what happened to you?" Bucky asks, raised brows, concern evident on his face. "There is this guy at school" you inhale a bit of oxygen "he's been bullying me for" *inhale* "a while now, but it never got physical" *inhale* "he always just says mean things to me" *inhale* "but today, he punched and kicked me, after I sarcastically" *inhale* "replied to his comments"

Bucky's face contorted from one of concern to one of pure anger. "I'm so sorry to hear that Y/N" he says sympathetically. "Have you told Steve about this?" "Are you out of your" *inhale* "mind?!" you whisper yell. "You know how protective he is over me since our parents died, he'll kill the guy" "Who's killing who?" you hear Steve ask as he walks into the room. "Hey Steve" Bucky greets as he stands up from his chair next to you to give Steve a hug. "Hey, thanks for calling" Steve thanks Bucky. "No problem" "What happened to her?" Steve asks as if you aren't in the room. "Some stupid bully punched" *inhale* "and kicked me" you hastily answer, as quick as your lungs permit you. "How'd you get here?" Steve asks "I walked" you say like it's obvious. The two men surreptitiously look at each other, like you just told them the most unbelievable story in history.

"I think the anesthetic should have kicked in by now" Bucky breaks the silence. "Can you feel this?" Bucky asks when he prods on your ribcage. "No" you say. "Okay, then we can start with the procedure." Bucky says. Steve steps out of the room as a nurse enters with sterile equipment for the small surgery. "Maybe you wanna close your eyes for this part Y/N, I don't want you fainting on my watch" Bucky says, concerned for your well being. "I'm okay, I'm not going" *inhale* "to pass out" "Just let me know if anything bothers you, okay?" Bucky says as he picks up the scalpel from the utility cart, as concealed as he can. "Are we ready with the stitches and the tube?" Bucky questions the nurse. "Yes doctor" she replies, double checking the equipment on the cart. "You are going to feel slight pressure, but it won't hurt" Bucky tells you. When he sees the hesitance in your eyes he adds "if it hurts, you tell me and I'll stop immediately, deal?" "Deal" you reply more relaxed.

Bucky maneuvers you into a partly upright sitting position and positions your one arm over your head. Next thing you know is scalpel meets flesh and they become entwined. "Chest tube" Bucky orders the nurse, and she complies. "Don't reply or nod when I'm talking to you, but I'm going to tell you what we're doing step for step... I'm going to place the chest tube in now... it is going to feel invasive and uncomfortable, but it is not going to hurt" Bucky relays to you, dividing your muscles to reach your lungs and insert the chest tube. "Stitches" and the nurse complies. "I'm stitching the tube in place to prevent it from moving to much or fall out." Bucky says, stitching the tube to your skin.

"Andddd...done" he says as he finishes the last stitch. You relax at his words, and you loosen your grip on the hospital blanket, you didn't even know you were holding. "I just need to apply a sterile bandage over the stitches, then you can see Steve" Bucky says. You raise your eyebrows in a questioning way and luckily Bucky understands "Oh, yes, sorry, you can talk now" "How long does...this, have to stay in me?" you ask. "Well it depends on how much air needs to be drained, but my guess?...oh, let's say about two days" "Thank you Bucky, for all of this. I know it's your job, but it means a lot to me that you did this and not somebody else." you thank him as you reach for his hand, giving it a thankful squeeze.

It has been a day since the surgery and so far, so good. Breathing was uncomfortable for you as you could feel the edges of the tube rubbing against your ribs with each breath, but you didn't experience any pain. "Good morning, how's my favorite patient?" Bucky greets you as he walks into the room. "Morning, I'm okay thanks and you?" you greet back. "I'm good, I'm good...any pain or discomfort?" he asks, sitting on the chair next to your bed. "The tube keeps on moving against my ribs every time I breathe, but that's all" you relay to him. "Yeah, that's normal" he says, examining the drainage system for any air leaks, empyema and the volume of air drained form your lungs. "I think another day and you'll be able to go home" Bucky tells you as he gets up from the chair. "I'll come check up on you again later... try and get some rest" and with that Bucky leaves the room.

The day passed quite slowly and you were counting the seconds till the tube could be removed. Steve came to visit you during visiting hours, Bucky came to examine the process again, you watched TV and then you slept - there wasn't much you could do.

You were awoken by someone gently shaking your shoulder, whispering for you to wake up. You squinted your eyes open to see Bucky standing over you. "What time is it?" you wheezily ask, really confused over your location, the date and time. "It's 11 o'clock on the 19th of July and you're in the hospital" Bucky informs you as he catches onto your confusedness. "I just examined the volumes, and the drainage system again and it looks like I can free you from this horrible tube" he dramatically explains. "Then what are we waiting for?" you rhetorically ask, happiness evident on your features. "For you to wake up sleeping beauty" he laughs. "Well I'm awake now" you giggle, only to cringe when the tube rubs against your ribs.

Bucky once again puts his latex gloves on, and the nurse enters with a utility cart. 'Serious deja vu' you think. "This part is a bit tricky and I'm going to need your help and cooperation." You nod for him to continue. He explains all the steps of removing the tube while he cuts your stitches "I'm going to tell you when to hold your breath and in that time I am going to remove the tube and apply a bandage over the incision, if you can't hold your breath anymore you can start humming, got it?" "Got it" you reply.

It takes a few more minutes for Bucky to remove all the stitches and you lie there going through the steps of the removal in your head. "You don't have to worry about it doll, you're going to do it perfectly." Bucky assures you. "I need you to take a few deep breaths for me..." You inhale and exhale a few times "One more exhale and then you inhale and hold your breath" you exhale as much oxygen as you can, before you deeply inhale and hold your breath. Bucky quickly gets to work - he gently, but swiftly pulls the tube out, with his trained hands. You have started humming to the song 'deja vu by Olivia Rodrigo' when your ability to hold your breath started to falter.

"Bandage" Bucky instructs and the nurse hands him the bandage. "Okay, we're done, you can stop humming now" The moment you stop humming you plop your head onto the pillow behind you, desperately searching for oxygen. "You did a really good job doll" Bucky compliments you while he removes the gloves from his hands. "I'm going to get your release forms and then you can go home" and with that Bucky is out the door.

You have been home for two days - taking your medication, resting, walking small distances, drinking a lot of water and doing your breathing exercises that Bucky gave you. Today was your follow up appointment and Steve would be there any time to pick you up.

"Hey Y/N" Bucky greets you when you walk into his office. "Hi, how are you?" you ask him. "I'm doing just great, now that my favorite patient is here" he smirks. "Shall we take a look?" he gestures towards the examination table. You push yourself onto the table and make yourself comfortable. "Can I lift your shirt up?" he asks politely. "No, you have to look through it" you reply sarcastically. "I'm glad to see the tube didn't drain your humor as well" he jokes back as his fingers grip the hem of your shirt and gently pulls it upwards. He pulls the stethoscope from around his neck and places it over your lungs' position. "Take a deep breath in for me doll" you inhale "and out" you exhale. "You are still wheezing, but it's normal" he places the stethoscope on his table. "Now... I want you to deeply inhale, hold for a few seconds and then slowly exhale" you do this five times, before Bucky stops you. "That was perfect, now you are going to brace your incision and the try and cough for me as deep as possible." and once again you do as your told.

You can feel a bit of pain from the incision, but you fight back the tears and bite back the whimpers. "We are almost done, I just need to take a quick look at your incision, then we're done for today" he assures you, almost like he read your mind. He sits down on his office chair, wheels himself closer to you and gently removes the bandage. "It's healing, very slow, but it's healing... and at least it doesn't look infected, so that's good" he grabs a new bandage and places it back over your incision. "First check up...done" he says, standing up from his chair and walking towards the door. "Thank you Buck" you say following him to the door "My pleasure...your next appointment is in two days, same time as today." "Got it"

The healing process took a lot of self discipline and regular appointments with Bucky, but you healed. You finally had your weekend filled with fluffy blankets, warm caffeine and movies - many more to come. Enzo was suspended for a few days and you lived the best life possible.

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Everlasting Love From Brooklyn by @jamiewritings

Bucky Barnes x Rodgers OC, Victoria Rodgers

Steve Rodgers x twin sister! OC

Absolutely amazing story and it's also finished, so yay! It's about an OC Victoria Rodgers, Steve's twin sister and her life following the marvel movies\series starting with Captain America The First Avenger. The author is also going to be making a shorter AU of the story called Winter Soliders about what would have happen if Victoria would have become a Hydra solider with Bucky.

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Rescued by Love Part 3

★ Summary: Your brother Steve always hated you after your mother's death and when he finally gets the family's empire he is ready to sell you off to some toxic marriage but will the knight and shining armor save you or make it worse?

★ Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader

★ Warnings: Arranged Marriage

★ Genre: Angst/ Fluff

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The transition from your childhood home to Bucky's mansion felt like stepping into a different world. The ornate decor and vast rooms were a far cry from the modest surroundings you were accustomed to. As you unpacked your belongings, the air seemed to carry a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

One evening, as the soft glow of the setting sun cast warm hues across the room, Bucky found you standing by the window. His presence was like a shadow, his steps quiet as he joined you.

"Y/N," he started, his voice a mix of hesitation and sincerity, "I want you to know that I never intended for things to be this way."

You turned to him, uncertainty clouding your gaze. "Then why did you agree to this arrangement, Bucky?"

He sighed, his gaze averted for a moment before meeting yours. "It's complicated. There are things... expectations that I can't ignore."

Your heart sank at his words, the gravity of the situation becoming clearer. "You mean, being a housewife and having children."

Bucky's expression softened, regret evident in his eyes. "It's more than that, Y/N. I'm trying to protect you, in my own messed-up way. But playing the role is.. its on the list"

The weight of his words settled upon you, a reminder that your identity had been reduced to that of a housewife, devoid of agency or aspirations. You felt your voice falter as you spoke. "Is that all I am to you, Bucky? A role to play?"

His eyes seemed to harden, the distance between you growing more tangible. "It's a role that benefits both of us. There's no point in pretending otherwise." Bucky says walking away.

The isolation settled in like an unwelcome guest, the mansion's halls echoing with a silence that seemed to underscore your solitude. Days blurred into one another, marked by routines that grew monotonous. The mansion became a symphony of routines, from managing the household to preparing meals that you hoped Bucky would enjoy. Your attempts to prepare meals went unnoticed, the table often empty as Bucky's absence stretched into hours.

The hours slipped away, the warmth of the meal gradually turning cold. When Bucky finally walked in, his exhaustion was evident, his gaze weary yet conflicted.

When he finally walked in one evening, exhaustion etched into his features, you found yourself facing a moment of truth. The meal you had prepared lay untouched on the table, a visual representation of the growing void between you. The sight of a hickey on his neck was a dagger to your heart, the sting of jealousy and hurt almost overwhelming.

"You're home late," you managed to say, your voice a mixture of accusation and vulnerability.

Bucky's eyes flicked to the untouched meal, his jaw clenching momentarily. "I got caught up in work."

The tension in the room was palpable, unspoken words heavy in the air. Accusations and retorts seemed to dance on the tip of your tongue, but it was the realization that your relationship had deteriorated beyond repair that cut deepest.

As the conversation escalated, your emotions erupted like a tempest. "Is this what we've become, Bucky? Strangers passing each other in the hallway, playing house without any semblance of connection?"

Bucky's gaze remained fixed on the ground, his emotions masked by a veneer of indifference. "You knew the terms of this arrangement from the beginning."

The words echoed in the room, a bitter reminder of your lack of agency in this situation. "Yes, I remember the terms, be a maid and have kids" you replied, your voice carrying a tinge of bitterness. "But it wasn't a choice, Bucky. I didn't agree willingly; I was forced"

Bucky's eyes hardened, his expression unforgiving. "We all make sacrifices. This is the life we've chosen."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you met his gaze, a mixture of frustration and pain in your voice. "But I didn't choose this. I didn't choose to be treated as a prisoner in this fucking cage."

He turned to face you fully, his gaze cold and unyielding. "Don't play the victim, Y/N. You knew what you were getting into."

"I can't give you something I don't have. I won't pretend for your sake. This is our arrangement, and you will abide by it, that's final"

The room seemed to close in around you, the weight of his words pressing down on your chest. "Really is it really so much to ask for a bit of care? Or that you pretend your not cheating on me? Or is that too much to expect?"

Bucky's features darkened, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. "Watch your words, Y/N. You're playing a dangerous game."

The tension between you was palpable, the unspoken resentments and long-buried desires bubbling to the surface. "So, this is our fate? A loveless marriage, a distant husband, and a life that's become a hell?"

Bucky's restraint snapped, his expression twisted with rage. "Enough, Y/N! You can't pretend you didn't know what this was all about! Your brother made damn sure of that!"

Fury ignited within you, burning through the fear that had held you captive for too long. "Fuck you, Bucky," you spat, your voice trembling with a mix of rage and desperation. You turned on your heel and walked away, determined not to let him see the tears welling up in your eyes.

But as you moved to leave, Bucky's grip on your wrist was like a vise, his fingers digging into your skin. A gasp escaped your lips as he left behind a painful mark, a physical reminder of the power he held over you. You winced, struggling against his hold, but his grip only tightened.

"Bucky, let go!" you cried out, a mixture of pain and fear coursing through you.

He released you, his jaw clenched, his eyes cold and unrelenting. With a rough push, he shoved you, and you stumbled, unable to maintain your balance. The force of his actions sent you crashing to the floor, pain shooting through your body as you hit the ground.

"Sleep on the damn couch tonight," he bit out, his voice seething with anger as he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, aching both physically and emotionally.

The couch felt like a cold and unforgiving bed as you lay there, tears staining your cheeks as you tried to make sense of the shattered pieces of your life. You needed to find a way out.

★

The morning light spilled into the kitchen, illuminating the room as you moved around, preparing breakfast with a sense of quiet resignation. The clinking of utensils and the sizzle of food filled the air, a routine you had grown accustomed to. As you set the plates on the table, Bucky's presence entered the room, his demeanor more cold and irritated than usual.

"Morning," you greeted softly, the tension between you practically palpable.

Bucky grunted in response, his eyes scanning the table briefly before landing on you. "We need to talk."

You tensed, your heart beating a little faster. His abruptness was unsettling, and you braced yourself for whatever news he was about to deliver.

"I'm leaving on a business trip," he stated curtly, his tone devoid of any warmth.

You blinked, taken aback by the sudden announcement. "A business trip?"

He nodded, his jaw tight. "Yes, for about a month."

"During my absence," he continued, his gaze unwavering, "you are not allowed to leave the house."

The words hung in the air, a heavy decree that seemed to echo with finality. You felt a surge of frustration and helplessness, the walls of the mansion closing in around you.

"But Bucky, I..." you started, your voice tinged with a mix of defiance and desperation.

He cut you off, his irritation was evident in his tone. "I don't want to hear your excuses, Y/N. This is not up for negotiation."

Anger simmered within you, but it was the realization of your powerlessness that hit you the hardest. The isolation, the restrictions – they were a stark reminder of the gilded cage you found yourself in.

"I have my own life, my own dreams," you retorted, the bitterness in your voice impossible to mask.

Bucky's gaze hardened, his jaw clenched. "This is not the time for your idealistic notions, Y/N."

The exchange left an uncomfortable silence hanging in the air, the weight of your conflicting emotions settling heavily upon you. You pushed back your frustration, not wanting to provoke him further, not wanting to feel the repercussions of his anger.

As the minutes ticked by, you realized the futility of arguing. The walls seemed to close in around you, the mansion's rooms feeling more suffocating than ever.

Bucky pushed his chair back, his expression unreadable. "I've said what I needed to say. Make sure you follow the rules while I'm gone."

He stood up, and as he walked over to the counter to pour himself a mug of coffee, you couldn't help but feel his gaze linger on you. You felt a flush of discomfort, your instinct to hide the evidence of last night's altercation kicking in. You had chosen to wear long sleeves in an attempt to cover up the bruise he had unknowingly left on your wrist.

For a moment, his eyes seemed to narrow, his gaze drawn to your attempt at concealment. You avoided his gaze, focusing on the table instead, your heart pounding in your chest. He reached for his coffee, his fingers brushing against the handle of the mug as his voice broke the silence.

"I'll be leaving tomorrow," he said, his tone still cold and distant. "There are some things you need to take care of while I'm gone. I'll leave you a list."

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. The tension in the room felt suffocating, your mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. You could feel his gaze on you, an unspoken awareness that hung heavy in the air. The weight of your bruises, both physical and emotional, seemed to press down on you as he left the room without another word.

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I never lost him Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, torture,  etc. Just unapologetic cuddling and comfort ft. Steve Rodgers. Bucky Barnes x F Reader Chapter 10 2330 words fluff, angst, comfort. 18+ MDNI Post TWS Steve realises that he's not the only one looking for Sargent Barnes. Reader is Tony’s sister, a non-enhanced shield agent who recently resurfaced.

The shift in his demeanour is so obvious that the other man speeds up his departure. Offering the duo a smile as he ducks out of the door in silence.

“Hey” Bucky hears Y/N coo, once they’re alone, “Hey, baby… Look at me.”

Again, he’s not sure when he’d started staring at his feet. He pulls his gaze up to her face and watches her head tilting as she considers him.

“That wen’t well” she says, “I think you’re all talked out, huh?”

He nods, not trusting himself to speak without his voice cracking.

“Are you hungry, or do you want to just settle somewhere?”

I could eat, he thinks, But I, I don’t want too.

Silently, he glances at the door to the bedroom, and then, over to the couch.

The crackling fire is nice. He wouldn’t mind just curling back up on there. The bed had seemed so soft though. So warm and-

“C’mon, baby” Y/N sighs, giving his palm a squeeze, “Lead the way”

He starts moving straight away, but his steps are slow— careful— as he paces towards the entry to the bedroom.

Blue eyes catch her brown ones for a split second as he tries desperately to gauge wether or not she approves of his choice. He can’t read her face though, not before he’s overcome by a terrible wave of anxiety that prompts him to keep moving. He presses the door open, and only stops when he’s by the wooden footboard, toes by his discarded backpack.

“You wanna wash up first?” she asks him patiently, “or loose some layers?”

He withdraws his hand from hers, silently peeling off his t-shirt as she mirrors him, undressing herself and dumping her clothes on a pile in the corner.

“I’m goin’ to wash my face real quick” she tells him next, “You get comfy, okay? unless you wanna use the bathroom too?”

He doesn’t, so he just shakes his head a fraction and tries to console himself by looping his arms across his chest. One of his hands slips up, to paw at his chain whilst he inches himself closer to the side of the bed he knows is for him.

Y/N doesn’t spend long in the adjacent room. She’s back in under five minutes, and when she reappears and finds Bucky curled up under the blankets in their bed, she can’t help the way her smile splits her face.

“Baby boy” she whispers, slipping under the comforter beside him, “You warm enough?”

He’s so warm.

There had been more blankets than he’d imagined, and every single one is thick and soft and he… he can’t believe he really gets to stay there.

He doesn’t reply, he just turns himself over to stare at her face.

And then, he moves his arms, unlacing them from their previous position across his ribs, so that he can reach out for her, even though she’s pretty close already;

Her heart aches as his fists open and close in a silent plea for more affection.

“C’mere” she whispers, indulging him by closing the gap between their fronts, “Bucky, you’re alright.”

He clings to her the second he can. He loops his arms around her waist and holds her tight against him—

“I…I-just w-wanted h-im to know” he croaks, “I’m— I’m not the same.”

“Shhhhhh” she hushes him, hating how splintered his voice is, “He knows, we all know, we love you anyway, it’s okay.”

Hearing that pushes him well past the line of restraint, and before he can do anything to stop it, he’s bawling.

Weak, breathy little sobs wracking his chest as he hides his face in her neck.

“Today’s been a lot for you to process” she tells him, “You’ve done real well, I’m so proud of you”

That only seems to make him cry harder, but, there’s a looseness to it that makes her think it’s better for him to just let it out.

She strokes his back, pressing her lips against his head as he tries to just let the wave of emotion pass.

He blacks out before it does, his body giving in to the adrenaline crash long before his eyes stop streaming.

It’s not the first time he’s sobbed himself to sleep in Y/N’s arms, and she knows it won’t be the last, so, she just soothes him the best she can. Waiting until she’s sure he’s actually unconscious before she lets herself drift off, too.

Bucky doesn’t sleep peacefully.

In all fairness, peaceful isn’t exactly his norm. His norm is restless, it’s light and easily broken.

But that night, he’s particularly unsettled.

He’s tossing and turning so violently that he Y/N wakes more than once.

The first time, it’s a little after midnight. The room is pitch black, and his flesh arm has struck outwards, landing an awkward jab against her thigh.

Instantly, her eyes open, and her own hand reaches out to take hold of his palm.

He seems to acknowledge the contact, even though she can tell from the pattern of his breathing that he is still unconscious.

She runs her thumb across the back of his knuckles until the tension leaves his muscles, until he sags back into the mattress with a sigh.

The next time, it’s three, and he jerks his whole body sidewards, barely staying still for a second before he throws himself over onto his stomach. When Y/N blinks her eyes open again, she sees the way his brow is furrowed behind the curtain of his hair.

He’s grimacing like he’s in pain.

She wonders absentmindedly if he is. If one of the many internal injuries he’s had crudely patched together over the years is hurting him and that’s why he can’t get comfortable, even though he’s already asleep.

It could be his skin too, she thinks, or his head.

Carefully, she reaches out with the hand he’d been holding earlier. She touches the tense surface of his brow and hushes him as she smoothes a piece of hair back behind his ear.

“Shhhh” she soothes, “What’s the matter?”

Bucky twitches restlessly. She lets her fingers trace his temple as his nostrils flare with the effort of deep breathing.

“Baby” she whispers sweetly, “You’re safe… you’re so safe”

His eyelids flicker, his tongue flicks out to wet his dry lips, and then, silently, he curls over onto his other side, so that his face is back, pressed against Y/N’s chest.

She relents instantly, curling her arms around him.

That position seems to help him stay settled, because it’s another 3 hours before he rouses his partner again.

This time, she might have missed it, had she not been pressed against him so closely.

His jaw is chattering, and then, he’s speaking.

At first, it’s inaudible. It’s barely a murmur, but then, it’s enough to wake her;

“Please” he croaks tiredly, “Please, please”

“Buck?” she murmurs, realising what’s happening, “Bucky-”

“Please” he repeats, eyes screwed shut, “Please, I don’t— I don’t want to go, I—”

“Oh, love” she almost yawns, fingers curling across his cheeks,

they’re damp. He’s crying, she realises, he’s crying in his sleep.

That’s awfully sad.

“Wake up” Y/N murmurs, drying his face with her thumb, “Bucky, it’s okay.”

Her voice tugs him out of the dream he’d been trapped in a moment before. He follows it, like the light at the end of a tunnel until he can finally open his eyes, blinking confusedly at her face.

It’s still dark, and his vision is clouded by tears, but still, he can make out the way she’s smiling at him.

Instantly, he remembers exactly why he’s crying.

“I- I didn’t want to go” he tells her wetly, “I- I was with my ma and I— I knew they were goin’ to make me go and do… do those things again and I- I didn’t mean to-”

“C’mere…” she says soothingly, “…You were dreamin’ about your momma?”

His chest rattles loosely as he nods, burying his red nose back behind her ear.

She can feel both of his hands fussing with the blanket beside her waist.

“I was a kid” he tells her shakily, “I- I was in our kitchen… at, at the table we used to have, but, but then I— I looked down and I— I had blood on my hands and then she… she was lookin’ right at me, and I- I had this arm, and the… there, there was someone at the door and I- I knew I- I had to go and I— I didn’t want to— she said— she said I had to, but I- I wanted to say sorry— I didn’t want her to see me like this… I d-didn’t mean too—”

“Oh, baby boy” she says, the second his quiet rambling fades off into sobs, “It’s okay…”

“I… I… didn’t get to s-say goodbye”

She knows he’s not just talking about this dream. She knows how much he misses his mother, and how hard it was for him to accept that she died, and he never got to grieve.

“I know” she agrees softly, “I know, I’m sorry”

He doesn’t talk about his family often. Usually it’s a subject that’s broached on nights like this, when he’s muddled and still half-asleep.

“She- she was mad at me” he whispers nervously, “she… she-”

“She loved you” Y/N counters quickly, “Bucky, she loved you so, so much— She wasn’t mad at you, I promise.”

He blinks, shifting a little so that he can prop himself up and really look at Y/N.

A tear rolls off his nose as he sniffs, the veil of sleep induced fogginess starting to really fall away.

“I woke you up” he whispers after a beat of silence, “I- I’m sorry”

“No” she replies, shaking her head, “don’t worry ‘bout wakin’ me up”

His face is a picture. A heart-breaking picture.

He looks small, she thinks, like he doesn’t know what to do next.

“Do you want a hug?”

Her question makes his head tilt, like he hadn’t expected it at all.

His eyes are still streaming, even as he nods.

“Please” he whispers, ducking back down into her arms, “A… a hug sounds nice.”

That makes her chuckle, as she helps him snuggle against her chest.

“You get all the hugs you want” she reminds him, “Forever, Buck— Unlimited hugs.”

“God” he sniffs, “Even if I wake you up, doll?”

“‘specially when you wake me up” she replies tiredly, “you’ve had a rough night”

Have I?

He doesn’t remember. As he combs through what memories he does have of the recent passed, he can just about grasp periods of discomfort. The abstract concept of pain, and fear, and feeling restrained.

But none of it is terrible.

Not with the way it’s interlaced with her. With the presence of a soft hand to hold onto. With the feeling of gentle fingers against his brow.

“Can you remember if somethin’ was hurtin’ you earlier?” she asks, genuinely curious, “I didn’t want to wake you up to ask.”

“Might’ve been my chest” he murmurs, settling into his position, “it’s been achin’ lately, or… or it could’ve been my back- that’s been playin’ up too”

“Sweetheart” she coos, “Is it sore right now?”

He’s quiet for a second, considering her question.

“A little” he replies honestly, “my backs alright, my… my chest is just— tight.”

“tight” she echos, fingers fluttering down to trace the outline of his ribs, “Is it down here, or higher up?”

“Both” he whispers shyly, “-right… right there is, is tender, doll.”

“Here?” she checks, pausing, fingers hovering just above his lowest three ribs on the right, he nods, and she sighs, understanding why, “They’re the vibranium ones, Buck… The ones they had to fix after your fall, do they bother you a lot?”

“It comes and goes” he grumbles, “it’s just throbbin’ somethin’ fierce…”

Y/N can feel a surgical scar as she lowers her hand, she ignores it as she wraps her arm back around him.

“It’s worse at night” he confesses, “It all is— the achin’, I mean— it… it’s like when I relax it starts up.”

“Yeah” she agrees calmly, “because you’re muscles are real good at compensating— You’ve had a long time to practice movin’ around, and stayin’ tense to keep the pressure off your bones so when you stop, when you soften up, it all starts to hurt.”

It sounds awfully simple when she says it like that.

The smile he offers her is shy, it’s embarrassed because he feels like he should’ve figured that out on his own.

“It’ll get easier” she tells him, “The longer you’re out of cryo, it’ll start to ease off, love… we’ve just gotta keep you warm.”

“You’re doin’ an awfully good job at that” he says, aiming for boyish charm, “I don’t think I’ve ever been so warm”

Y/N just beams, tucking him in even closer to her front as she nuzzles at his jaw;

He lets out a long, audible breath, and tightens both arms around her waist.

“Baby” she murmurs, tone softening again, “You want to go back to sleep?”

Does he?

“Maybe” he answers, “is it early?”

“Mhmm” she says, “four thirty”

“Can I stay here?” he asks, voice muffled by the way he’s buried his face against the crook of her neck, “Or am I smotherin’ you to death?”

He’s half joking.

Y/N indulges him with a soft reel of laughter before shaking her head no.

“You’re not smotherin’ me, Barnes…” she promises, “Get some rest, we’ll get breakfast whenever you’re next up”

“Could…” he mumbles, already half asleep, “Could we make pancakes?”

“Pancakes?” she echos, curious, “Sure.”

“My… My ma used to make them on Sundays…”

“It’s a Tuesday” Y/N teases lightly, already considering the ingredients she has in the small, ensuite kitchen, “but I think I can manage that.”

“I’ll help” he drawls, voice slurring now…

“Alright” she sighs, letting her own eyes close, “Square deal”

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pairings : bucky barnes x rogers!reader

word count : 870

request by @a-j-stuffs (thank you!) : steve finds out that his little sister is not innocent anymore.

warnings : 18+, smut, cursing words, nipple playing, fingering

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Sometimes having two super soldiers in your life wasn’t a positive thing. No, it was actually very annoying especially if you had to spend the whole weekend with them.

Being the sister of Captain America himself was like being behind a walking wall. People never really cared about you. All they cared about was your brother Steve Rodgers but you loved him anyway. You appreciated his will to protect you but sometimes he was just too much.

It wasn’t like you had no one to protect you. Far from it. You were not only his sister but the girlfriend of one of the deadliest assassins, the Winter Soldier. Although that’s not right. He was Bucky now. James Buchanan Barnes a friend, an avenger, and an amazing boyfriend.

Bucky showed you a new way of living. With him, you felt free and safe. With him, nothing else mattered like the whole world closed its doors and it was only you and him.

You were with him for over a year and you both lived in Wakanda. Away from the noise of big cities, away from Steve and the others.

Who thought that you will find a new way to spend time at night or during the day when you had nothing to do or most of the time on purpose? You never thought that having sex with someone could be such a pleasant experience. You were wrong and James proved it to you very well.

Now almost half a year later you found out that you were even more sexually obsessed with him than he was with you. You loved to try new things in bed from cockwarming to different positions like 69 and doggy style.

You loved it but to be honest you loved it because it was with James. Steve had no idea about how his innocent and sweet sister turned out to be a slut for his best friend’s cock.

It was an early afternoon when Bucky came from work helping TÇhalla with something. He was tired but the moment he saw you wearing a tight, extra short dress that highlighted all your curves and if you bent a little it showed off your pretty, black thong bikini not to mention how your breasts were going to spill out from the front of the dress.

“There you are, Sergeant.” You approached him with a catwalk and placed your palms on his chest. He didn’t say anything at first just leaned down, placing his chin on your shoulder while his hands slid around your waist, down your back until they stopped at your ass, grabbing it eagerly.

The feeling of the soft skin squished under his palms made him groan, the little vibrations sending shivers down your spine.

Suddenly he grabbed you by the butt and placed you on the kitchen counter, tearing your dress in sheds tossing it to the sides. Your panties followed after.

Your tits bounced when he vigorously started kissing your neck leaving red marks behind, down your throat and chest until his tongue captured one of your nipples.

Sucking harsh on your sensitive spot his fingers came down to rest between your legs. He slid his fingers through your soaking wet folds, the sound of splashing making you both moan.

“Already so fucking wet for me, doll. My pretty little princess.” He groaned while tickling your clit.

You unbuckled his belt and freed his already hard cock, the tip of it shining with pre-cum. Seeing his dick like this made the knot in your stomach untie and your juices made a mess around Bucky’s fingers.

He leaned against you making you lay on the counter. He was just about to slide his fucking precious cock into you that you craved all day when you heard a loud gasp.

Both of you turned your heads in panic at the sound. Your eyes widened when you saw Steve sitting next to the front door looking absolutely in shock.

Bucky quickly hid his dick back in his pants but the problem was you. You didn’t have any clothes to put on right now so all you could do was cover your parts with your hands and squeeze your tights together.

“Oh my god… What was that!” Steve exclaimed. “Bucky what are you doing to my sister!”

“Steve I’m 25! I’m not a kid anymore!” You shouted back at him not getting any of his overprotective shit anymore. “Besides I enjoyed it and you won’t stop me from having sex with James!”

Steve blushed embarrassed as his eyes darted between you and Bucky. “I hate to say this but I guess you are right. You are not a kid anymore and I know Bucky won’t ever hurt you. I’m sorry, Y/N.” Steve confessed bringing his gaze down at his feet.

“Yayyy!” You jumped from the counter and went to hug Steve.

“Oh my god, doll! Come back here you are naked!” Bucky ran towards you and stopped you in your tracks enveloping you into his arms.

“Yeah, I absolutely forgot about that.” You murmured against his chest. Finally, your brother saw that you are not a kid anymore. You were an adult and adults get dicked down.

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