#steve rogers x platonic!reader
I Don’t Dance (A Request)
Word Count: 1658
Pairing: None, Platonic Avengers X Teen!Female!Reader
Warnings: slight swearing
A/n: Sorry for the long wait guys! I’m going to try to get back into writing steadily again but I don’t want to get your hopes up too high! so be patient with me please! Requests will still be closed until I am caught up with the requests I currently have sitting in my google docs.
Ps: Do you like my play on the title? :) If you know where it’s from then I hope you got the song stuck in your head now!
Request: Could I request an imagine with the avengers where teen!reader plays softball (shortstop maybe??) and they all watch?? Maybe it can be a close game. It’ll be up to you if reader’s team wins or not. But if you don’t want to write this thats ok too. I really enjoy reading your stories!! :)
You breathed out deeply, focusing on the white noise surrounding you and the feel and weight of the metal bat in your hands.
Your eyes met the piercing gaze of the pitcher and you smirked, egging her on.
Time seemed to slow as the pitcher wound up and then released, right away you could tell it was a curveball. But unluckily for her, you were one of the best batters’ in the league and with a well-timed swing, hit the ball straight out to the far outfields.
“Yes! Go [Y/n]! That’s our girl!” The loud voice of one Tony Stark rang out over the field as you raced around the bases, getting the final home run and winning the game for your team with a score of 7-5.
Dropping your helmet in your bag once back inside the dugout, you wiped the sweat from your forehead as you accepted the congratulations from your teammates and captain.
“Amazing as always [Y/n].” Your coach caught you before you could leave, patting you on the head, before she smirked and looked behind you for a moment, “Though maybe next time your friends can show up incognito and not distract your teammates, the score shouldn’t have been that close together.”
You laughed, looking over your shoulder at the Avengers who were all in their suits, covered in dirt and other questionable stains and bruises.
With a final good job, the coach sent you on your way and you jogged over to the Avengers, “Did you guys finish the mission? I thought you wouldn’t be able to make this game?”
Steve ruffled your hair, his smile lighting up the sky it seemed, “We wouldn’t miss a single of your games [Y/n]. Don’t worry about the mission.”
Wanda sighed, but she was smiling as she moved to your side, “What Steve means is that we finished the mission just in time. But until you're officially an Avenger, you should just stay focused on school.”
You laughed along with the Avengers. Ever since you had been a child, they had been your friends, like older brothers and sisters, as they helped raise you. You had been found alone as a baby wandering the streets without any memory of parents or a home when Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff had stumbled across you. A normal child by all standards, but they must have seen something in you because they never turned you into
Taken in by the Avengers, you never imagined you would have a normal life. And that was true to some extent. From the time you were a toddler to a pre-teen, you had been homeschooled and taught advanced science and mechanical engineering from Bruce Banner, Vision and Tony Stark. You had been given martial arts lessons and defence from Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton and Wanda Maximoff.
Then you met Peter Parker, the spider-man and Tony Stark’s apprentice. He was close to your age and you grew close to him, the first contact you had with someone young. Together you convinced the team to let you go to a normal highschool. So you entered Midtown high alongside Peter and soon discovered your joy and affinity for Fastpitch.
A beast at shortstop and a hell of a batter, you rose through the team until you were the youngest and apparently fastest player to hit Varsity.
“Hey [Y/n]! Oh!” Peter skidded to a halt beside you, a red flush on his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck, “Hi Mr. Stark!”
You punched the boy’s shoulder causing him to yelp, “What is it Peter?”
Peter jumped and then smiled, “Oh! I was going to ask if you wanted to play a quick round since the field is now clear.”
The Avengers immediately perked up and looked at you excitedly causing you to giggle and point at their suits, “Aren’t you guys tired from the mission? We can play on another day.”
Tony swung an arm around your shoulder and gestured wildly, “Today’s a perfect day though [Y/n]! And we’re the avengers! If we couldn’t handle an easy game of fastpitch what type of protectors would we be?”
You smirked, “Easy you say? Alright, let’s pick teams. Peter and I are captains.”
Everyone shifted uneasily, seeming to sense the shift of tension and your smirk grew wider. They may be the Avengers, but fastpitch was where you shone the brightest.
“I’ll take Bucky.” You started off the nominations.
By the end, the teams were decided with you as the captain alongside your players, Bucky, Steve, and Natasha, while Peter had Tony, Bruce and Wanda, and Vision deciding to be the referee with Clint as the catcher for both teams.
“We’ll take the field first.” You made the executive decision, deciding not to leave it to a coin toss. “One inning outfield and one batting for each team, the one with the most homeruns wins.”
Tony preened, “You already know who’s going to win.”
You tilted your head and asked, “Do we?” Before turning away and walking back into the dugout you had just occupied for the past several hours.
Your team took the field first, and you took your spot as shortstop. Steve took first base while Natasha stood in the far outfield and Bucky took up position as the pitcher.
Tony sauntered up to bat first, his Iron Man suit almost completely off except for the gloves and shoes.
He smirked as he swung the bat back and forth before taking up a stance, eyeing Bucky who took a deep breath and then wound up for the pitch, using his metal arm to pitch.
The ball moved so fast, you couldn’t track it with your eyes. The crack from the bat hitting the ball was as loud as thunder and you couldn’t hold back the flinch.
“Would you look at that!” Tony laughed, but he was interrupted by Peter shouting, “Run you old man!”
Tony looked back, affronted with a hand to his chest, “Who are you calling old?”
And then Vision called out, “Mr. Stark, you are out.”
Tony flipped around, “What?”
You laughed, pointing to where Steve stood on first base, a ball in his hand from where Natasha had caught it and thrown it to him. “Next time you should run around the bases before trying to brag.”
Peter’s team finally managed to get a homerun after Wanda manipulated the ball a bit, which caused a bit of a stir about whether abilities should be allowed or not.
Finally it was your team’s turn to be at bat and you started off strong with Bucky. Wanda pitching for Peter’s team as he stood on first, Tony was at shortstop and Bruce was out in the outfield looking distinctly uncomfortable holding the glove on his hand.
You went through your roster and finally it was your turn up at bat. The teams were tied and you were the last to bat, with two strikes against your team.
Taking up a stance, you breathed out deeply and focused on the weight of the bat in your hands, the sand under your feet, the sun on your face and the look Wanda gave you as she wound up the pitch.
You shouted out, “Don’t go easy on me guys just because I’m not an Avenger!”
The others exchanged looks and then nodded at you, making you pleased.
When Wanda released her pitch, your eyes tracked the ball. You didn’t have super strength, or flight, or were a trained assassin, but Fastpitch was your lifeblood and you knew from the bottom of your heart that you could hit this ball out of the park.
You mentally spoke to yourself, not yet, not yet….now! And swung with everything you had.
The ball made contact and though it didn’t create a thunderous crack, it did ring in your ears and hands as the bat vibrated from the force of the connection.
You dropped the bat and ran like the devil was licking at your heels. Your mind focused on the bases in front of you as you rounded them, but half an ear out listening as Tony yelled for Bruce to ‘Throw the damn ball already!’
You internally smirked, breathing evenly as you pumped your arms, getting to the last stretch towards home base.
A flash of red energy and Wanda stood over home base with her hand outstretched, ready to tag you.
But being the best batter wasn’t simply just about hitting the balls. With a short leap, you fell to the ground, the momentum carrying you forward still as you slid underneath the surprised witch.
“Safe!” Vision’s voice shouted out and broke the calm that had befallen the field at your slide.
“Yes!” You jumped up and fistpumped the air.
Your team came streaming from the dugout and Peter’s came in from the field.
Tony shook his head, sweat flinging from his hair, “Hate to say it kid, but you won.”
You smiled at the man, “Fastptich not that easy now, is it?”
Tony laughed, “Nope, definitely proved me wrong kiddo.”
You sighed, running your hand through your hair, “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m beyond tired now and ready for some greasy food.”
“Hell yeah!” Peter jumped up with a grin.
Clint gasped and slammed a hand over Peter’s mouth, causing everyone to look at him. Clint just looked around at everyone with a grave look, “Who taught the baby to cuss?”
Everyone stared a moment longer and then everyone broke down laughing. Even Clint broke his composure and laughed, releasing Peter.
As you all began walking back to the tower, you thought about your life. The abnormalities and the people in it. And realized you wouldn’t trade a thing about it. Your life may not be exactly normal, but with your friends and family, you knew your life would be amazing.
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Pair of Kings (2)
Chapter Summary: Sammy meets the Queen
Warnings: Intimidation, Aggression, Spanking, Threesome, Hair pulling,
Chapter Two : Talk Business
Working for the Kings proved to be beneficial. I had finally saved up enough money to buy a car of my own instead of taking the bus and subway everywhere. And by the third or fourth month of working odd hours throughout the night, I got an apartment in Brooklyn.
Turned out, after a month of me living semi-permanently in Brooklyn, the Kings had a home they frequented. It was about seven and 1/2 blocks from me. A nice brownstone walk-up.
But I didn’t find out until a day or so ago. It was seven in the morning when the knocking on my door woke me. I had only slept for an hour and forty-five minutes. I sat up and sat still for a moment. The knocking turned to banging, like metal on metal. “Yeah,” I groan, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. “Give me a minute.” My eyes are bleary as I stood from the couch.
There was a slight throbing in my brain, the bright light from the morning made it worse when I pulled back the door. “Finally,” James groaned with a roll of his eyse. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the three people on my doorstep. “Was wondering how long it’ll take for you to get to the door,” Something I quickly learned about the Kings was– James was always annoyed and scrutinizing, Steven was more kind and slightly passive. “You gonna let us in?” James practically growls.
“Yeah, uh, sorry.” I sniffed. “Just got in-” The Queen’s meek voice blended gently over mine. “Bucky.” Although tender, her tone had a firmness to it. A materal guide. “Be nice?” She softly begs. Steven chuckled under his breath and looked away when she glanced up at him.
I stepped back and let them in. The Queen stepped in first, the Kings following after. I was a bit embarrassed by the small place. My jacket was tossed carelessly over a singular chair, and my ‘Lunch’ had sat on the coffee table. There weren’t much memorabilia. “You have a beautiful place.” She smiled coyly at me.
James stood close to her, protectively or obsessively? I wasn’t sure. His hand was snaked around her wasit. Steven made himself comfortable on my couch.
“This place is a shit show.” James crudely commented. “James, please.” She sighs and it’s dreamy. Her dark eyes aren’t covered this time, her hair having been pulled up into two buns. Her soft, dark eyes bore into his, her face is sweet. James visibly cringed. Steven watched them, but he watched me carefully as I tried to tidy up. “Doll?” James questions her, there was a change in his tone.
The Queen sighs, but she didn’t sound disappointed, partially amused. “Buck,” I look over and he visibly relaxes, he holds her hand to his chest. “Be nice, you too Stevie.” She turned to look at him.
Steven hums pleased with how she addressed him. “So, Sam.” Steven calls, “You hungry?” James takes a seat in the chair, the Queen in his lap. I could tell his attention was solely on her as he twirled some of her hair. I cleared my throat. “More tired than hungry,” as I spoke my stomach growled, “But I could eat.”
Steven nodded and smiled at his Queen, she smiled back, James remained quiet as he nuzzled his nose against her neck. “You wouldn’t mind if Y/n used your kitten right?”
Refusing wasn’t as option as my gaze collied with James. “Not at all.” She smiles at me, “Thanks Sam.” My heart thundered at the care in her voice. “Bucky, Stevie, please behave.” She looked between both of them. As she stood, she kissed James’ forehead, then gracefully walked to Steven and kissed his forehead. “Not too loud, please?”
Both men hum and nod at her, their eyes soft and starry. I could see how content and enthralled they are with her. She was soft, delicate, beautiful– but I could see in their eyes as she turned away, that something was creeping at the edge of those matching blue eyes. Part of me wasn’t sure if I wanted to pry for those answers.
Y/n moved around the kitchen, I sat on the far end of the couch, Steven on my left, James on my right. “Let’s talk yeah?” Steven smiled.
You had found everything you needed rather easily, although you were a bit concerned with how nearly barren Sam’s refrigerator. You glance up to the three of them as they spoke in hushed whispers. James looked over his shoulder at you, smiling softly at you. A shiver ran up your spine and you blush dangerously. Out of instinct, you glance at Steve and he winks at you.
Your boys had been insatiable as of late, their hands constantly touching, especially Bucky. Steve wasn’t upset that Bucky sought your attention constantly, always stealing you away or keeping you busy. Steve had his time with you when he could.
The bread soaked in the egg yolk sizzled, and it browned beautifully. A few claps were heard, the click of shoes approached you, and Bucky’s cologne wafted around you. He kissed your cheeks. “Smells good birdie.” He smiles against your skin.
“Thank you, Bucky.” You murmur. He sighs and tightens his arms around you. “You’re gonna see a lot more of Sam,” He mumbles and sways side to side with you, speaking to you gently. Behind you and Bucky, Steve and Sam spoke. “We’re trusting you here Sammy, Y/n means a lot to us. Plus, you’ve proven to be useful.”
“Thank you,” Sam smiles softly, his cheeks blotchy from lack of sleep. “I have to ask though,” He hesitates and Steve nods. “The three of you, that doesn’t get messy?”
Steve chuckles and shakes his head. “Nah, James and I have a great understanding. We’ve been friends forever, we like a lot of the same things. Y/n completes us,” Steve glances at you and Bucky. “She’s good for us, especially James.” Sam nods his head and turns to the couple. James had been glaring over his shoulder.
“I’m almost done,” Y/n smiles and looks over her shoulder. “You don’t have any orange juice but you have lemons, could you cut those for me?”
James groans. “I can do that doll–” Y/n shakes her head. “No, no, you go sit with Steve.” James scowls at Sam and he stands up from the stool. Both Kings sit beside each other as they watch you and Sam. Sam cut the few lemons he had in half in front of them. You bring a plate full of french toast to the counter, balancing it in one arm, a small stack of plates in your other arm. You set them down and turn to the cabinets.
Steve and Bucky help themselves, Sam hands them the syrup and utensils before he grabs a plate himself. Breakfast was peaceful, most of the peace falling to you. Steven had you pulled into his lap, and Bucky sat close, keeping you boxed in between them.
“So Sammy, is it alright if I call you Sammy?” You ask him, and he looks up from his plate. “Yeah, yeah, that’s fine.” His voice is gruff, scrubbed with sleep. “Well, tomorrow, I usually go grocery shopping. Make a list for your house too okay?” She smiles and folds her hands.
The three of them fold their hands and bow their heads, but Steve peeks at Sam, stopping him from digging in. “Sorry,” He apologizes, but you nod it off before saying grace. You murmur ‘Amen’ and your boys dig in, Sam smiling tenderly before slicing his toast.
You reach over to the pitcher and pour lemonade into each cup. “How is it?” You ask softly, cutting into your french toast. Steve and Bucky look at Sam expectantly. “It’s really good.” He smiles at her. Sam is captured by your dark eyes, he’s easily lost in them, leaning forward as he compliments your cooking.
“Eyes up Sam.” Bucky growls. You look to Bucky and he keeps his scowl on Sam. “Bucky,” You warn and lean forward to his ear. “He’s just being nice, please don’t be mean.” You murmur, kissing his stubbled cheek, you reach up and scratch your nails softly through his short brown locks. “You said it yourself, I’m going to be seeing a lot more of him. What’s he to do when we’re alone? Ignore me?”
Bucky looks at you at that, his scowl softening as he looks at you. “I know you don’t like the arrangement, but you and Stevie agreed that I shouldn’t be alone and I can’t always be with you.” His blue eyes twinkle and he looks away from you, his expression unreadable to the trained eye but you know his thoughts are swirling.
You reach out to him, turning him to face you, your fingers holding his chin. “You know I love you right Buck?” You murmur, you pay attention to the way his pupils dilate. “Say it again.” He whispers so low, just for your ears, but you know Steve can hear him too. “I love you.”
Steve’s crotch stiffens underneath you, with the hand on your hip he squeezes you as he shifts. “Buck,” Steve growls over you. Both men make eye contact and Bucky smirks.
The three of you left Sam’s house after breakfast. Bucky had clung to you the minute Steve let you get up to leave. Your face went up in flames of embarrassment at the way he grabbed hold of you. Steve stood in a way to hide you from Sam’s gaze.
Once settled safely behind potential private eyes, Steve had you over his lap, ass up in the air. His hand smoothed over the curve of your ass, squeezing here and there. “Am I in trouble?” you ask softly, bracing yourself for what was to come next. Steve smiled and gave you another squeeze. “No birdie.”
You take in a deep breath, hesitant to turn your head to face either of them. Bucky noticed and crouched on the floor of the car, lifting your head to meet his gaze. A deep hunger roared in his blue eyes. You whimper when Steve brings his hand down over your ass. “￼Tell me you love me again.” He murmurs.
His pants grew tighter with the tears that shone in your eyes, with each of Steve’s strikes, your eyes got misty. “I love you,” your voice shook with tears. Against your tummy, Steve’s bulge twitched, and above you, he groaned.
“You love me doll?” Bucky teases, swiping his thumb over your lip. “Yes, I love you Bucky.”
Steve squeezes your tender cheek. “What about me doll? You love me?” Steve pulls you up by your hair, not forcefully, he guided you up to look at him. Your tears eyes make his heart race. “Yes, I love you, Stevie.”
He groans and pulls you between his legs. Kissing your mouth hard, moaning into your mouth as his tongue explored yours. Bucky moves behind you, trailing both of his over your curves. He leans over you, kissing along your neck while feeling you up.
It was easy to suddenly feel overwhelmed by the both of them. Tears started to stream as Bucky lifted the skirt of your dress up your waist. “Love you so much birdie.” Bucky groans and pulls down your panties, rolling his hips against you.
Steve’s hand comes around your throat, his hold on you is firm as he lifts your chin to look him in the eye. His other hand starts to unbuckle his belt and pants. “Do you know what you do to me doll?” He asks, his voice husky as he starts to free himself. You lose your words when you feel Bucky’s fingers dance along the inside of your thighs. “Ye-yes.” You gasp out when Bucky’s fingers dip into your cunt. His other hand teases your swollen bud.
Steve gives your throat a little squeeze. “Naughty girl,” He chuckles and licks his lips. You peek down to see him stroking himself. “Eyes on my doll.” He mumbles and you obey, wanting to keep him and Bucky happy.
“Fuck,” Bucky swears against your skin, he bites and sucks just underneath Steve’s fingers. Your channel tightens around his two fingers. “So so wet,” He hums, kissing your cheek. “This all for us?”
Without looking away from Steve you say, “Yes.” Both men groan deeply, the timbre of their voices vibrate in your rib cage. Steven guides you to his cock. “You know what to do, don’t you doll.” He says so confidently. You nod and take hold of him, dipping your head down.
“Good girl.” He grunts when you kiss his tip. You give him gentle squeezes before slowly taking him into your mouth. Bucky spanks over your clitoris as his fingers pump faster inside of you. You gasp around Steve’s cock, squeezing his base just enough to make him groan. “Bucky,” Steve pants, “Don’t tease her too much, she might choke.”
Bucky chuckles and jerks his fingers inside of you, easily coaxing you to moan around Steve. “She’s so cute when she chokes. You said it yourself,” Both men make eye contact with one another, both sharing a chuckle.
You moan of your own volition, taking Steve deeper into your mouth. Bucky tucks himself close against you, the bulge in his pants resting on the crack of your buttcheeks. Steve places his hand on your head, the other underneath the underside of your jaw. “Good girl,” he praises, “Just a little more.” He eases you farther on his cock and holds you there.
Bucky uses the opportunity to release himself. He eases his fingers from your sopping core, squeezing your hips encouragingly before removing his aching cock from the confines of his pants. Bucky lifts you, causing you to put most of your weight on your knees. While settled behind you, he guides you back to sit on his cock.
A gentle squeal reverberates around Steve’s cock and he tightens his hold on your head. “Shit,” they both curse. You pop up from Steve’s cock, gulping in lung fulls of air. Bucky slings his arm across your chest, grabbing your right breast. He guides your hips up in down, easing you into a rolling motion. “You feel good birdie?” He murmurs against your neck.
You’re holding onto Steve’s thighs as you nod quickly. Keeping in time with the motion he’s guided you into, Bucky’s hand moves down to your swollen clit, teasing the bundle of nerves. The hand groping your chest tweaks the nipple. “Y/n,” Steve whines. You look at him with glossy eyes.
Your flushed cheeks and wet eyes make his heart swoon. He rubs his thumb over your wet lips and leans down to kiss you. “You’re not gonna forget about me are you?” He smiles against your mouth. You moan as Bucky digs his cock deep into you.
Your small hands push Steve back before grasping his cock. As you take him into your mouth, the driver hits a pothole and you choke. “Hey!” Steve shouts and lifts your head as you cough. Bucky stops languidly thrusting into you. He holds you still against his lap. “Be careful you jackass.”
“I swear-” Bucky starts, but you wiggle your hips and lean forward into Steve’s lap. “I’m okay,” You tell them shakily. “I can-”
Steve shakes his and kisses your mouth quickly. “No, we reached your limit for today, you understand?” You nod, moaning against his lips as Bucky picks up his pace. Steve continues, stroking himself as he watches your face.
He holds your chin, pulling down on it to keep your mouth open. You hold onto his thighs, keeping your eyes on him as best as you can while Bucky thrusts into you. “Fuck her a little harder Buck, I wanna see her tits bounce.”
Steve’s thumb sat on the bed of your tongue, short staccato noises left your lips as Bucky sped up behind you. You squeezed Steve’s thighs as your cunt sobbed around Bucky. “She’s gonna cum, Steve.” Bucky groaned.
The two of them made eye contact, speaking to one another in only a language they understood. Steve stroked himself faster, tilting the tip of his cock toward your mouth. Bucky held you tightly to himself as he sped up.
The dam inside of you broke as you quivered around Bucky, moaning a noise sharp and delicate. Steve burst, ropes of his cum shooting into your mouth, Bucky followed right after, shooting ropes of his cum deep inside of you.
You collapse forward into Steve’s lap, breathless and tired. Delicately, Bucky removes himself from you. Careful to not jostle you too much. You swallow the load in your mouth as you catch your breath. Steve stokes your cheek lovingly. “Did so well for us.” He murmurs.
Bucky helps you pull your panties up and smooths over your dress. He presses a kiss to your shoulder. “So well.”
You hum lazily, resting your head against Steve’s thigh. Bucky chuckles and resumes his seat beside Steve. The Kings converse as you start to follow the pull of sleep.
Little, baby-like snores leave your lips as Steve caresses your head gently. “Pick her up,” Bucky tells him and fixes his pants. Steve smiles at you. “She’s fine.”
Bucky looks at him and shakes his head, he points to your kneeled position and frowns softly. “She’s going to be sore if you don’t pick her up.”
Steve fixes himself and the. pulls you up into his lap. Bucky pouts and looks out the window. “You got to hold her on the ride here.” Steve pouts and kisses your temple. “Shut up,” Bucky huffs.
They relax into the silence but not for long as Steve glances over to Bucky. The brunet King was peculiarly still as he kept his focus outside. The clouds had started to gather, but they didn’t darken. “Buck,” Steve murmurs and reaches over, touching his hand. Bucky’s stormy eyes level him. “What’s on your mind pal?”
Bucky looks to you snuggled into Steve’s arms. Your face flush, body vibrating every now and again. Blue eyes soften, only to harden as he looks away, lying, “Nothing.”
Steve snorts, “You’re a terrible liar when she’s here. What’re you thinking about? Tell me.” Steve stares at him, waiting patiently.
“Do you think she ever,” Bucky struggled with the words. “Do you think she ever forgave us for what we did to her?” Bucky’s blue eyes shine as he looks at your pouty lips. “It’s been seven years now... what if-”
Steve tightens his hold on you, keeping you secure to his body. “She said it herself, she loves us.” Steve frowns and slowly looks at Bucky. “I know,” Bucky starts. “But you can love someone and not forgive them. I worry about her.”
“I do too,” Steve murmurs sadly. “She was nineteen when we-” Steve’s sharp gaze cut Bucky off. “Are you saying we should’ve just let her go?”
“No!” Bucky’s pained voice made his heart lurch, both of their hearts ached at what life would’ve been like without you. “No, that’s not what I’m saying at all. If we had the chance to go back, I’d do it all over again without hesitation.”
Steven nods at James, glancing down at you, your features began to stir, and soon you were blinking your eyes open.
You froze when you met Steve’s eyes, the flicker of hesitation was caught before you slowly smiled. “Hi, Stevie.” You murmur. You slid your gaze to Bucky, keeping your delicate smile. “Hi, Bucky.”
“Hi doll,” Bucky smiles sadly and turns his gaze back to the window. You look outside, noticing the trees passing back quickly. “Where are we going?” You look to Bucky then to Steve. “The mansion.” He plays with a tendril of your hair. “Doll?” He asks, and he’s calm.
You meet his eyes, raising your eyebrows at him. “We make you happy,” He traces your jawline, “don’t we?”
A second had gone by too long before you answered. “Yes.” Bucky’s sharp eyes landed on you and you shivered. “You’re lying.” Your hands tremble in your lap, but you don’t move out of Steve’s lap. You’d known better.
Steve sighs, his right hand eases you up and rests on your hip. He gives you a squeeze and kisses your temple. “Doll, you know we don’t tolerate lying.” He sighs again. “This is your first and only warning.”
“I’m sorry.” You whisper, looking down to your shaking hands. Tears cloud your vision as the cabin of the car goes silent. Bucky’s gaze doesn’t lessen as he reaches out to lift your head. Had you not grown used to their constant touching, you would’ve flinched. He lifts your head by your chin, staring into your eyes. “I want her when we get home.” He mumbles darkly to Steve.
Your spine straightens as the darkness in his eyes. You don’t peek at Steve, looking for help. “Don’t look at him,” Bucky commands your attention and you give it out of forced submission. “My room when we get home, you hear me?” He tells you coolly. You nod once before using your voice. “Yes, Bucky.”
“How was last night?” Peter asks me, moving his fries around on his plate. I swallow my soda before putting down my cup. “It was good, not too many issues.” I shrug.
Peter smirks at me and tilts his head. “Kings came to see you didn’t they?”
“How can you tell?” I ask and bring the other half of my sandwich to my lips. “You looked like you’d seen a ghost when I came by today. Plus, Song Bird is known for her french toast, it’s how she greets all of us.”
I nod and chew slowly, looking around the small restaurant before turning back to Peter, when I can, I ask, “How’d you get involved with them anyway?”
Peter’s baby brown eyes light. “Was wondering when you were gonna ask.” He sips his soda. “A year after I transferred out here, I went up to Stark Tower for my internship. As I was waiting around, a woman who I would end up knowing as Song Bird came up to the twelfth floor looking rattled.
“She took a random turn down the hallway toward the mechanical room but behind her, some goon-looking fellow was following her. So I went after her before the other guy could catch up. I asked if she was okay, you know the whole deal. She told me she was looking for Stark.
“I brought her to his office, the Kings were there too.” Peter wipes the corners of his mouth with his napkin. “Wherever the girl is, the Kings aren’t too far ahead or behind.” He informs me before he continues. “Anyway, having them in debt to me quickly turned to me being in debt for them. I paid off my debt doing work.
“One job became two, two became three, then next thing you know Stark is appointing me as his CFO for the tower. I still get to tweak with computers and work for them.” He smiles proudly. I roll my eyes at him and lean back in my seat in the booth. Slowly picking at my fries, I think of the Queen,
“What’s their relationship like? James seems more obsessive about her than Steven.” I shrugged as nonchalantly as I can. Peter stares at me for a moment before looking over his shoulder and leaning forward. His eyes narrowed at me. “You got a stiffy for her?”
It felt like my eyes bugged out of my head, I sat up straighter and shook my head. “No!- it’s nothing like that. I’m just curious about her. Compared to most women around or associated with the Kings, she sorta sticks out.”
Peter hums and leans back. “You didn’t hear this from me,” He bites. “Okay-”
“No I’m serious, only a few people know about their arrangement. So you keep tight-lipped or you’ll be in the paper next month.” The threat hung in the air, but regardless I nodded my head. The obsessiveness that surrounded her kept my interest. I don’t run with guys like the Kings often, but what I do know is, when you have something of value you don’t let up your grip.
Where the Queen was concerned, she wasn’t flaunted around as a trophy, sure they treated her like one but she wasn’t ever presented as one. When she’s around, Steven and James are different, darker in a way.
Peter again, looks around, and leans forward, I lean in too. “It wasn’t a willing pairing if you can catch my drift.” He starts sheepishly. “She was barely a sophomore in college when she crossed paths with them. It was completely by chance. One good deed and her entire world was changed.
“It was James who noticed her, but Steven was the mastermind behind them keeping her in a sense. Of course, she tried to run, no girl with sense would actually risk being with them. But when she ran it kind of made them snap. Especially James. I don’t know if she has magic in her pussy or what, but James is wild about her.
“Steven is too, but it’s James you really have to worry about when it comes to Song Bird.” I stopped him as he told their story in fragments. “What deed did she do?”
Peter’s face softened. “She saved their lives.” He tells me and picks up a fry, tossing it in his mouth. “How?” I pressed.
“She took a bullet for them.” A different voice sprouted beside me. I sat up straight and scooted further into the booth I was sitting in. A man with a goatee and advanced tech glasses smiled down at us.
“Peter,” He nodded to him and sat beside me. “You shouldn’t be telling him these things.”
Peter’s face grew hot and he crossed his arms. “He wouldn’t stop asking.” He shrugged. I gulped. “I’m sorry. I honestly wanted to know what I was getting into since-”
“Oh I know, new bodyguard. Tony Stark.” The man extended his hand to me. I shook it and held in a wheeze when he squeezed my hand a little too tightly. “But to continue her tragic story, she took a bullet for them during a shoot out, a little over seven years ago.”
He let go of my hand and pushed my chicken BLT out of the way and rested his elbows on the table. “She didn’t know what she had done, just that she was of help. When they tried to repay their debt to her by offering to pay her medical bills, or buying her gifts but she refused each time with a smile. That smile cost her everything because they didn’t stop, they even perused her.
“She refused them until she couldn’t anymore. Their world snatched her up in a matter of months and she wore their crown of jewels.” Tony’s eyes sparkled as he spoke in a storytelling kind of way, almost cryptically. “If you squint, you can see the crook in her back from holding up something so heavy.”
I gulped and reached for my soda. Peter and Tony eased into talks about machines and the biddings of the Kings. I became victim to my mind as I thought over what they told me.
As I think, I notice that there are holes in the story, little pieces that weren’t explained enough for me to piece it all together. Like: Why did the Kings keep going after her? How did they trap her? And what about this woman critically changed James?
Bucky paced behind you as you sat kneeling in front of his bed. In his hand, he held a belt. His mind was racing as his eyes trailed over your back. The two entry wounds just below your scapula and the one two inches to the right of your spine stare back at him.
“Bucky-” You start but he shushes you. He stands behind you. The leather of the belt touches your naked shoulder before dipping down the side of your arm. “We love you Y/n.” He starts, with his left hand he reaches and grabs a handful of your hair. He tugs without much force, baring your neck for him to see.
The belt slides up the column of your neck. “We would do anything for you. We want to see you happy. Here. With us.”
“I am happy- ahh!” The belt comes down over your chest, clipping your response from you. “Don’t lie birdie. You don’t think I notice things about you?” He spanks you over your breast again. “How you don’t sleep as much, you hardly eat.” He spanks you again. “You avoid all the mirrors in our homes, your smile doesn’t reach your eyes...”
Bucky drops the belt and pulls you up by your hair. You hold on to his wrist, tears quickly mist your eyes as you try to maintain eye contact. He glares at you, his free hand comes around your throat. “James please-” He squeezes you, choking the words from your mouth.
“Don’t call me that doll.” He bristled. The tears start to trickle as you look anywhere but at him. “You don’t love me, not like you say you do.” He accuses.
Your heart thunders when you snap your gaze at him. “Yes I do,” you try to say ask best as you can. “I do, I swear it.” You start to crumble. Bucky shakes his head, chuckling dangerously. “No, you-”
“Bucky I do! I love you,” you cry and reach out to him, clawing at the collar of his shirt. “I do! Please.” You start to sob.
Albeit forced and twisted, you did love him. Him and your Stevie. They’re all you have now, all that you cling to. Bucky slowly releases your hair, pulling you flush against him by your neck. His eyes soften, pupils dilating as he watches the truth pour from your eyes. “You love me birdie?”
“Yes.” You sob against his mouth, clinging to him. You press wet kisses to his mouth, repeating “I love you,” over and over.
Bucky walks you back to the bed, laying you down while stripping his clothes off. When he’s as bare as you he spreads your leg. He’s firm against you as you wrap your arms around his neck.
He slips inside with a growl and rocks his hips into you with fervor. Deep but short thrusts rocked your body as he pressed his forehead to your shoulder. “You’re mine,” he moaned and bit you. You cried out, arching into his body.
“You belong to us,” He grunts, he holds your legs farther apart as he speeds up a bit. “We’re all you need now,” He kisses into your skin, reminding you. “We’ll give you everything.”
You cry out, your nails rack down his back as your orgasm tears through you. “Say it.” He groans, spearing his cock into you harder. “Tell me doll.”
“You and Stevie,” you breathe hard, panting as you grab on to him harder. “The Kings!” You scream as your second orgasm approaches. “I belong to the Kings!”
The door to Bucky’s room opens while Bucky sits back on his knees. He’s squeezing your hips, pulling you into his hips fast and hard.
Steve walks around the bed and smiles down at you as you convulse with another. He leans over and kisses Bucky’s cheek before leaning down and kissing your forehead. “When you’re done, bring her to the bath.”
You peak at him and reach for him. “I love you, Stevie.” You cry. Bucky growls and bursts within you. Steve smiles and kisses your sweaty forehead. “I know birdie.” He kisses your lips, “I know you do.”
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Pairing(s): Avengers x platonic!reader
Summary: The reader has some very unhealthy eating habits that they avoid sharing with the team. One day, however, it catches up with them and the team expresses their support and concern.
Warnings: Disordered eating, food intake restriction, mentions of body insecurities, brief mentions of nausea and vomiting
A/N: This fic is in NO WAY meant to promote or glorify eating disorders and/or disordered eating. As with all of my fics, this is based off of my personal experiences. The feelings and things I experience/have experienced may be different from those of other people. Please do not consider this to be a 100% accurate representation of disordered eating. Everybody experiences these things differently.
If you feel that this fic may cause you any distress, anxiety, relapse, etc. PLEASE do not read it. You know yourself best, make the choice that is right for you. If you ever want to talk about anything, my inbox is always open and I’m more than willing to talk about anything.
The number flashed at you from the LED screen of the scale. “Ugh, it’s mocking me,” you thought to yourself. You turned around and stared at your reflection in the mirror. You stood in just your underwear, as you ran your hand over your relatively flat stomach. You had worked very hard to obtain this figure- and you were damn proud of it- when you looked in the mirror and saw your flat stomach and thin body reflected back at you, you felt a surge of confidence- you felt content. However, no one’s body always looked like that, and of course whenever you would eat a meal your stomach would expand, making that slim, fit looking stomach disappear.
Realistically, you knew this was normal- it happened to everybody- and you also knew that if you were to gain weight, it wouldn’t be the end of the world; you would still look perfectly fine no matter how your stomach and waist looked. But it was an obsession, and no amount of logic or reasoning could assuage the immense terror and nausea you felt when you even thought about gaining weight. You were at a healthy weight for your height and age- and you weren’t anorexic or bulimic- you still ate.
However, your diet and eating schedule were terrible. And honestly, you did it on purpose. You knew that in the long run, eating (or more accurately, not eating) like this would probably have the opposite of the desired effect on your body. But you just couldn’t explain the dizziness, nausea, and anxiety that filled your body when you considered having a normal diet and meal intake.
You were actually a little worried that you may have completely screwed up your body with your unhealthy habits. You had been doing this for years- and now, you hardly ever got hungry anymore. Sometimes you felt those aches and pangs of hunger in your stomach, but for some reason you liked it. It made you proud of yourself in some sick way, because you knew you were depriving your body of what it needed, and slowly causing your ribs to become more visible and your wrists to become bonier. You knew that something was wrong with your mind- you were sick- but you had no desire to fix it. Oftentimes, even the smell of food was enough to make you feel sick and nauseous.
Had you lived by yourself, this would’ve been fine; however, you were a resident of the Avengers compound and were almost constantly surrounded by at least one person, if not more. This meant it was very difficult for you to hide your incredibly unhealthy eating habits.
Most days, you forgot to eat until 3 or 4 pm; the thought genuinely slipping your mind because you just didn’t feel hungry. You had no want or need for food, so you generally forgot. Until you got a splitting headache, that is. You rarely ever drank enough water- you basically survived off of coffee.
As a team member of the Avengers, you were required to attend training sessions several times a week. Your skills were mainly in physical combat and working with technology. You usually brought water to these training sessions- you weren’t that foolish- but the lack of substantial nutrients in your body made the sessions that much harder.
You had periods of time when you would eat slightly more food and on a semi-regular basis. But after screwing with your body for so long, your desires and cravings (or lack thereof) for food were unpredictable.
Today was a training day and you were set to work on hand to hand combat with Steve. You often cursed the super soldier for his intuition and knack for observing others and picking up on their feelings and concerns. This had nothing to do with Steve being a super soldier, he was just a naturally observant person; which meant that he always noticed when you felt worn down from having little to no food or water that day.
Today was a particularly intense training day, and after 30 minutes you were already drenched in sweat. It didn’t take long before your movements and reflexes became sluggish. It was 3:30 in the afternoon at that point and you had eaten nothing but a few almonds today. Steve seemed to notice your exhaustion, and called for a five minute break. You both walked over to a table and chairs off to the side of the training area and took a seat.
“Hey Y/N, are you sure you’re alright? Did you get enough sleep last night?” Steve wearing a concerned expression and staring at you with that intense gaze of his. You looked away from his eyes because you found it very difficult to lie when making direct eye contact with him. Something about his expression and demeanor made you feel nervous and heavily scrutinized. You settled for simply nodding.
“You sure? You seem like you’re dragging a little today. We can take a break if you need to and come back to this tomorrow,” Steve offered. You panicked, fearing that it would raise suspicion if you agreed to that.
“No no, I’m fine, I wanna train. Come on, let’s get back to it,” you said, standing up quickly. That was a big mistake; not only were you running on no food, but you were also anemic, which meant that standing up too quickly was never a good idea.
Your ears began to ring and you felt as though you had put your head underwater. Everything sounded muffled and distant and your vision swam before your eyes. You felt your breathing pick up and saw spots in your vision as you felt your body grow incredibly warm. Oh no- this is how your body reacted whenever you were going to pass out. You didn’t want to do that- that would DEFINITELY raise suspicion. Your brain sluggishly decided that you should try and sit back down. And with that, you collapsed to the floor, as everything went black.
When you opened your eyes, the first thing you noticed was a lot of bright light. You squinted, your head aching from all the lights and sounds. You groaned and rubbed your eyes, yawning.
“Well, look who finally decided to wake up!” Tony said jovially. Your eyes were closed, but you could tell that he was smirking at you, just from the sound of his voice.
“Y/N, what the hell happened?” another, gentler voice asked. You knew that voice- you were still groggy, so it took you a second to place who it was. Bucky, that was Bucky’s voice. Slowly, you opened your eyes and saw the entire team gathered around you, all packed tightly together. You stared at them, looking slightly dazed and confused.
“W-what happened?” you asked, struggling to recall what you had been doing before waking up here.
“We were training and you stood up and then just passed out. You probably would’ve hit your head if I hadn’t caught you,” Steve said, the worry evident in his voice. Slowly, it all started coming back to you and a look of complete horror made its way onto your face. Suddenly, Bruce spoke up.
“Y/N, you passed out from dehydration and a lack of food; were you starving yourself?” he asked. You quickly turned your head towards your left to look at him.
“No, no I wasn’t!” you protested quickly. You technically weren’t lying; you had been eating, you had just been eating in very small increments, on an incredibly irregular schedule.
“Come on Y/N, seriously. We’re not mad at you, we just wanna know the truth. We’re worried about you,” Sam said, sounding as though he was trying to avoid scaring you off.
“I know, I know. I promise you guys, I’m not starving myself and I AM eating. I mean look at me, have I lost any weight? I still look the same as always. I was just being stupid and forgot to eat enough before training that day, alright?” The team scrutinized you with suspicion, exchanging looks.
“I’m FINE guys, I promise,” you said again. After a minute of silence, Bruce just sighed.
“You need to be more careful in the future Y/N,” he said, still eyeing you suspiciously, as though he didn’t believe you were being completely honest.
Ever since that fateful day, the team kept a much closer eye on you, especially in the kitchen and during mealtimes. You tried to follow your same routine as you usually did: take a small amount of food, eat that (to avoid getting a headache), grab something small and unhealthy with very little nutrients, make yourself some coffee, and escape to your room. But the team wasn’t having it.
On Wednesday, Sam made some dish with rice, which he said was a family recipe. Everyone piled their plates with food, gathering around the island in the kitchen where the food was sitting. You filled your plate with a small portion- truthfully, it did look good- but today was one of those days when even the smell of food made you feel queasy and nauseous.
You scooped a bit of rice, and you were about to head to the table, when you felt Bucky gently- but firmly- grip your arm to prevent you from walking any further.
“Nope,” he said casually, reaching around and grabbing your plate with his other hand.
“Hey!” you exclaimed, your voice filled with irritation. He released your arm, so he could add more food to your plate- a lot more- and handed it back to you. Holy shit- there was no way you were going to be able to eat all of that- and it wasn’t just due to a fear of gaining weight. Your appetite had shrunk A LOT since you had first started restricting your eating. You honestly couldn’t remember when it started, but you knew that you definitely couldn’t eat as much food as before. Bucky seemed satisfied with himself, and you made your way back to the table quietly.
You noticed as you sat down that your hands were shaking slightly. You hid them under the table, hoping that no one would notice. You ate the amount that you would normally eat- which was about as much as you could stomach- and left the rest of the food untouched.
“Hey,” Tony said, using his fork as a pointer and directing it at you. “Finish your food,” he said, sounding jokingly stern. You felt like a child being reprimanded.
“It’s super good Sam…” you said, trailing off as though you were preparing to add a ‘but’ in there.
“Oh what, so now you’re saying my food isn’t good?” Sam said, pretending to be offended.
“What no- I-”
“No no it’s fine, I know what you were about to say. You were gonna say ‘it’s super good Sam, but I’m so full’ or something. The classic excuse!” he exclaimed overdramatically, as Steve and Bucky laughed at his antics. You knew he was just joking, but you were already so anxious and hyper-sensitive that you suddenly felt the burning sensation of tears build behind your eyes. Oh fuck no, you were not going to let yourself cry in front of the entire team. You blinked rapidly, trying to get rid of the tears that were forming. Only Wanda and Natasha- bless their hearts- seemed to notice your growing distress.
“Hey guys, cut it out,” Natasha said. Her tone was stern enough that the three men stopped their laughter and glanced over at you.
“Hey, Y/N/N I was joking, you know that right? I know you don’t hate my cooking,” Sam said, his voice kind and gentle. You didn’t say anything, just nodding and continuing to stare at your plate. Wanda rubbed your shoulder gently. She leaned close so that only you could hear her and said,
“You okay? Do you want to go to your room?” You nodded and she got out of her seat and took your hand, helping you up and guiding you out of the room with her hand on your shoulder. The rest of the team (with the exception of Natasha) stared after you in stunned silence. As you walked away, you heard Bucky mumble,
“Wow, way to go Sam.”
“Me!?” Sam exclaimed slightly louder. “You stole her plate!”
“Will both of you knock it off?” Steve said.
Several hours later, there was a knock at your door. Wanda had stayed with you the whole time, talking about your eating habits and why you felt the way you did about your body. Wanda glanced towards the door, and then back at you.
“Do you want me to open it?” she asked.
“Yeah, I guess so. It’s probably Sam,” you said, sounding tired. Wanda got up from the bed and walked over to the door and opened it.
“Oh- hello- okay you’re all here,” she said, sounding slightly surprised.
“Can we come talk to Y/N?” you heard Bucky ask. Wanda looked back at you once again, silently asking if you were okay with it. You simply nodded and sat back against your wall, clutching a pillow to your chest and hugging your knees. Bruce, Tony, Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Natasha all entered and stood a couple feet away from your bed. They stood in awkward silence for a moment, before Sam finally spoke.
“Hey Y/N/N, we just came to apologize for everything. I’m sorry for messing with you and I hope you know I’m not really mad at you. If anything, we’re all pretty worried about you.” You nodded and said,
“Yeah, I know. That’s not what it was about.” You looked at your knees and began picking at a thread on your jeans. After another moment of silence, Steve said,
“Well… could you tell us what it was about? I understand if you don’t want to, but we just want to know what’s going on so we can help you.” You turned to look at Wanda, who nodded at you. Even though no words were exchanged, you could tell she was saying: “You should tell them. You can trust them, they’re your friends.” Sighing, you nodded back at her and turned to face the team once more.
“Okay. But you have to let me explain everything before you say anything,” you said, your tone cautious. The team all nodded and gave various responses of understanding and agreement.
Sighing, you took a deep breath and prepared yourself to share one of your biggest secrets/insecurities.
“Okay, well… I don’t know when it all started- I remember figuring out that weight was something people were insecure about- and by 7 years old I had started scrutinizing my appearance a lot, and keeping a close eye on how I looked,” you paused, still picking at the strings on your pants and refusing to look up at your friends.
“I remember I had a crush on this kid in 7th grade who used to make jokes about my weight and jokingly called me fat. Realistically, I knew I wasn’t fat, but since I cared so much about that kid’s opinion I began to wonder what they saw when they looked at me. What everyone saw. If they could make jokes about me being fat, I figured that that meant there had to be some truth to it. Otherwise, why would they joke about it? When I finally hit the 100 lbs mark somewhere between 7th-8th grade, I started to panic. Even though I knew it was normal for my age, I didn’t like the fact that I was gaining weight even if it was healthy. My weight would fluctuate a lot and if I complained about it, my parents told me I should exercise more or eat healthier foods, or snack less after school. I rarely ever had breakfast, and the school lunches weren’t very filling. So after school, I would go home and basically eat a small meal, and my mom would criticize me for it.
When my anxiety got really bad in high school and I got diagnosed with anemia, I felt nauseous a lot, so I usually didn’t want to eat much because I felt so sick. And then, I realized that my body was starting to look the way I wanted it to since I was eating in very small amounts. I could never completely stop eating… I was afraid of what would happen to me, and it tended to cause really bad migraines. So I always ate at least a little bit. But there were…” you hesitated, and then corrected yourself. “There ARE days when I don’t eat for a full 24 hours- sometimes even longer- and I’m proud of myself. I know I shouldn’t be, but I can’t help it. Of course, no one has noticed because I still eat, so as long as no one looks too closely, they can’t tell that anything is abnormal. Which is what I want, because anytime someone tells me to eat more or criticizes my eating habits or tells me that what I’m doing is really unhealthy and dangerous, I start to panic. Because I don’t WANT to fix it. I know I should want to- and I should do something about it- but I don’t want to.” You were quiet for a moment before adding,
“Today was the first time I’ve ever passed out. I’ve never gone that far before. I don’t know what happened. I think my appetite has changed a lot since this all started. I can’t eat as much food as I used to and oftentimes I just don’t feel hungry. There are a lot of times when I can’t think of a single thing I want to eat- everything makes me feel sick- even though I can tell I should probably have something. So, yeah, that’s everything,” you finished quietly.
The room was silent for a minute before Tony sat down and pulled you into a side hug.
“I get it kid. For me, it has nothing to do with weight or insecurity- I just forget to eat. I get so wrapped up in my work and everything I have to do, that it just completely slips my mind. I don’t even feel hungry, so I don’t notice until I start to feel really weak and tired. Or until Bruce or Pepper remind me to eat or bring me food,” he added, with a grin in Bruce’s direction. Bruce chuckled a little.
“Yep, that’s what I’m here for. Reminding Tony to eat, sleep, and shower; if it weren’t for me, he would look like a homeless man,” Bruce said jokingly. The team laughed a little, glad to have something to break the tension a little.
“Hey, I know I won’t ever fully understand what it is you’re feeling, but I do want to help you. Can you promise me something kid?” Tony asked, giving you a serious look. You stared back at him curiously.
“Can you promise that you’ll try something for me?” Slowly you nodded, not entirely sure what you had just agreed to.
“Let’s help each other out. I won’t push you to eat a huge meal or criticize what you’re eating, but I want to check in with you a few times a day to make sure you’ve had something to eat and some water. And in return, you can help me make sure that I don’t forget to eat. Pepper’s been on my ass about it for years, telling me how unhealthy it is. So, if you let me help you, I’ll let you do the same for me. How does that sound?” Tony asked. You bit your lip and considered it for a moment. You did want to help Tony, and holding each other accountable for your eating habits didn’t seem so terrible. And he did promise he wouldn’t judge you or tell you what to eat. You still had control- you didn’t have to feel so trapped- like a small child being reprimanded by their parents.
“You promise you won’t judge me or get mad at me?” you asked with uncertainty.
“I promise,” Tony said, giving you a light squeeze. You thought about it for another moment before leaning your on his shoulder and saying,
“Okay. I promise.” Tony smiled down at you.
“Good. I’m proud of you kiddo,” he said.
“Would you feel okay about the rest of us checking in on you sometimes? Just making sure you feel okay and you’ve had some water or something?” Bucky asked. You considered him for a minute, looking at his concerned expression and let out a barely audible sigh.
“Yeah, okay. Just don’t judge me or make me feel bad, okay?” you said, looking around at the group. They all nodded, still wearing various expressions of concern and sadness on their faces.
“Alright, now stop looking at me like I just told you I have a terminal illness. I don’t need any pity,” you said, your tone playful. The group laughed at your joke, glad to see you were starting to get back to normal again.
“You know we love you, right Y/N/N?” Sam asked. You nodded and smiled at him.
“Yeah, I know. I know you guys are just looking out for me and I appreciate it. I love you guys.”
“We love you too Y/N,” Steve said with a smile. Smiling contentedly, you leaned into Tony’s shoulder again and closed your eyes, feeling calm for the first time in a while.
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i wanna write for marvel, like ong, send me marvel requests >:(
my only rule is no smut! im bad at writing it and i also mostly write for minor characters so like 😃obviously no smut
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just for you, honeybee (3/?)
pairing: bucky barnes x reader, steve rogers x reader (platonic)
word count: 3,986
authors note: part three!!!! I'm honestly so happy with how this is turning out so please leave feedback and lmk how I'm doing! thank you all so much :)
warnings: swearing, super soldier serum injection, needles, drinking
summary: dating back to 1943, you, james barnes, and steve rogers were best friends, including bucky being your boyfriend. when you get a notice that bucky died in the war, you make it your mission to find closure for yourself and protect steve as he is the only remaining piece of bucky you have left. once you are offered the super soldier serum, you and steve must make your way through world war 2 - and the unknown future hardships to come.
recap: You picked at your nails, anxiety swallowing you whole, “and what if you don’t make it back, either?”
It had only taken you 5 days to make up your mind: either go with Steve as he finishes out his mission with the army or wait in Brooklyn upon his return. “Well,” you always bit back, “if you return.”
You did not want to stay in Brooklyn and wait for Steve to come back. You had done that with Bucky and after learning his tragic death, you needed to go with Steve. You didn’t care who you had to fight – you were protecting Steve Rogers and looking after him, just like James would have wanted.
Peggy Carter immediately welcomed you and seemed somewhat relieved when you had met with them outside your apartment complex, bags packed and ready to go. She had given you a soft smile and a nod, making you feel more at calm with your decision. However, before you left, you needed to say goodbye – just in case.
Dressed in a tie-neck floral dress, you headed across the street to where Grover was, selling newspapers once again in the early morning. However, when he wasn’t on the sidewalk, he was in your apartment, holding you as you cried for Bucky. Grover had helped you open Bucky’s files and put on his dog tags; he was there while Steve was sorting out your arrangements with Peggy. He had your snot stains on his nicest shirts that you always apologized for, and he had carefully placed the dog tags over your head; Grover was certainly one of your rocks when Steve needed to grieve on his own, which you understood.
Noticing your approaching figure, Grover stood up and shooed people away from his stand, meeting you halfway. He noticed your solemn look, “you goin’ with Mr. America?”
With a nod, you wrapped your arms around the older man’s neck, his chubby arms meeting your waist in a split second, “I have to, Grove. I needta’ keep my promise to James, and watch after Stevie.”
Grover tightened his grip around you and squeezed, much like a father would, “sure that super soldier can’t do it himself? Looks more than capable.”
You shook your head against his neck, “I promised – I promised James; you know that.”
Grover pulled away, resting his hands on your shoulders, “I know you did, kid…but that don’t mean it still pains me to see ya go…Come back here, the both of you, in one piece – ya hear me?”
With a nod, you squeezed Grover’s hand on your shoulder and went back to where Steve and Peggy were standing by an army truck, your bags already in the trunk. As the two looked back at you, you gave a curt nod, “I’m ready.”
Steve helped you into the backseat as Peggy headed up front, starting the truck up once you were all piled in. As you rode off, away from Brooklyn, you looked back to your home, and gave a sad wave to Grover who was already back to selling newspapers – but you saw him wiping his cheeks. Tears flooded your eyes as you imagined you and Bucky finding a nice white picket house in Brooklyn once he came back like he promised. Turning back around, you wiped your eyes, looking forward to the road, a hand wrapped around Bucky’s dog tags.
Only a little while into the car ride, you leaned forward, asking the two soldiers a question, “where exactly are we headed?”
Steve turned around towards you, “first, Camp Lehigh where we’ll get you some ID so they know you’re with Peggy and me. Then, London, where Colonel Phillips got a lead on Schmidt’s new hideout.”
You looked down at your nails, picking at the skin surrounding them, “can I be of help in any way? And, uh… who is Schmidt?”
Peggy glanced back at you for a quick moment, “how are your fighting skills, y/n?”
Steve gave her a glare, “no, absolutely not.”
The driver looked back once more, expecting an answer. You glanced at Steve, “I’ve got experience with guns and hand-on-hand combat.”
Steve shook his head, “that’s nice but I’m not letting you do what I think Peggy is insinuating.”
Peggy elbowed him before she answered you, “there’s a chance your skills may come in handy, Miss y/n, but it won’t be an easy feat.”
You nodded to her, “I’d like to be of any service I can, Agent Carter.”
Steve grumbled, “am I just invisible to you two?” That finally got a giggle out of you and Steve glanced back, squeezing your hand, before turning towards the front.
You waited a few moments before you tapped Steve’s shoulder, getting his attention, “hmm?”
With a head tilt, you asked again, “who is this Schmidt guy? Never got an answer earlier.”
Steve seemed a bit tense when you asked before answering you, “he’s a confidant to Hitler and closely affiliated with Hydra. Once we take down Schmidt, we get closer to taking down Hitler.”
Your eyes had widened during his short summary, “so you really been killin’ Nazis, Stevie?”
He huffed, “been trying too – mostly taking over Hydra bases. Buck was more the killing Nazi type.”
With a slight smile, you squeezed Steve’s hand, “sounds like our James.”
The rest of the ride was quiet, save for some mindless chatter over Peggy’s radio.
By the time you three got to Camp Lehigh, getting your identification was nothing out of the ordinary; however, being looked at with either such sorrow or surprise was a shock. You had assumed people knew about Bucky, but you never thought Bucky had told everyone about the girl from home, nor that they knew what she looked like. Tears flooded your eyes very quickly at the image of Bucky boasting about his Brooklyn girl and everything about her, and apparently, his words got all the way back to New Jersey.
Even when you got to the London Bunker, more dejected looks were given your way. Some sick part of you wished he hadn’t made you such a big deal, but if he were still alive, you’d be flustered. With subtle hands, you quietly put Bucky’s dog talks within your new army greens officer uniform. While you definitely were not an officer, Peggy had no problem lending you one of hers, telling you that if someone had a problem with it, take it up with her.
You clearly remembered her conversation as she dragged you into her tent, quickly shoveling through a trunk of hers, “are you alright wearing one of these? I have a few different sizes – whatever fits you.”
You accepted a green skirt of hers with a nod, along with a tan-colored blouse and a green jacket. Thankfully, it had no medals on it so you didn’t exactly feel as if you were impersonating a soldier.
You looked towards Peggy as she made her leave, “thank you, Agent Carter…You truly did not have to do this but – but I appreciate it.”
Peggy gave a soft smile as she opened the tent, “anything for Barnes’ girl.”
Right when she left, you sobbed for a good 20 minutes. You remember mumbling to yourself, “I hope I still am your number one girl, Jamie.”
Over the next few days, you had quickly grown accustomed to the troops' fast pace and overall serious atmosphere, along with their Colonel. You would never admit it to the man, but Colonel Phillips scared you when you two had first met; you wondered if he had ever laughed in his entire life. And you definitely wouldn’t tell him this either, but you knew he was a big softie underneath that whole ‘I’m Colonel Phillips and you have to be intimidated by me’ attitude. Once you had arrived in London, you made it your mission to make the Colonel laugh, whether it be at your expense or someone else’s – but it took your mind off James; well, as much as it could.
One man who admired your mission and seemed to play along with it was Mr. Howard Stark; when the two of you weren’t messing around, history was being made, and changing the world for the better was your first priority.
Besides his cocky attitude, Howard had truly become one of your favorite people – besides Captain America himself, of course. When Steve had introduced you to the team focused on finding Schmidt and the rest of Hydra, Howard had taken to you liking a father hen, showing you his new tech and his favorite, the new vibranium shield he made for Cap. He was so ecstatic about showing a new face his greatest creation and how indestructible it was; as he told you, everyone else did not seem as impressed and he needed someone with a brain like yours to comprehend what he made.
While nobody else knew, he had also shown you the last remaining vial of the super-soldier serum Dr. Erskine had made and thus, what Howard had been trying to recreate. He had almost been successful but told you he did not want to use Erskine’s last vial on someone, in case it ever came to that. Instead, he wanted to try his own, one that would not affect one’s looks physically but included all the enhancements. Now that got you intrigued; you loved Steve, truly, but if you ever got the chance to take Stark’s serum and wanted a husband in the future, you did not want to look so…bulky.
The two of you worked closely together, using Stark brainpower and L/N design skills and expert eye to create the new symbol for Captain America.
With a pretty decent paint job on your part, both you and Howard took a step back from the upheld shield, looking over the new red, white and blue design, fit with a silver star. Tears filled your eyes but you refused to let them fall as Howard rested a hand on your back – your Stevie would be carrying that shield proudly very shortly.
Howard pulled you into a quick side hug, “Sergeant Barnes would be proud of you, kid. Look at you, designing Captain America’s new shield!”
With a soft laugh, you wiped your eyes, “I hope he would be.”
Before Howard stepped away to give you some space, you grabbed onto his arm, eyes darting towards the suitcase underneath his desk, “can I ask you something, Howard?”
Howard crossed his arms, “what’s goin’ on inside that head of yours, kiddo?”
You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, “listen, I know you’re gonna say no, but I just… I need to get this out.”
Howard noticed your serious tone and pulled you against a corner of the huge bunker that had been your home for the past couple of days, surrounded by books that you had read in record time, “go on, kid.”
You fumbled over your words, nails scratching against your skin, “do you think – do you think I could take the serum? Your recreation, of course – I saw your successful attempts and I want to take it. I’ve thought it over, truly, and it’s what I want. Ever since James – ever since James died, I’ve felt so lost and useless; I want to do something, something that James would be proud of. And I know you’re gonna say no, but Howard, I really need to do this, so please-“
Howard interrupted you, hand held up calmly, “let’s talk to Colonel Phillips, okay?”
Your eyes grew wide, “real-really? No immediate reprimanding?”
He looked at you with soft eyes, “I know what you’re feeling, y/n, and it’s not a good feeling. While I wish there was another solution other than you taking the serum, I – I’m not opposed to it. Maybe we need a sidekick.”
You gave a slight smile as he grinned back, “thank you, Howie.” He pinched your arm in response to his nickname, narrowing his eyes playfully.
The moment you asked Colonel Phillips for a private meeting with you, him, Howard, and Peggy, he already seemed on edge. Woke up on the wrong side of the cot, sour coffee, you weren’t sure – but you were sure that he was not going to be happy with your idea.
As expected, the meeting with Colonel Phillips was not exactly great; he may have thrown a fit and yelled at you for even suggesting such a thing. Okay, ouch, that stung – you genuinely thought it was a good idea.
You had interrupted during such fit, “sir, may I remind you that Steve Rogers had no prior fighting experience yet he got the super-soldier serum? I have the skills – well, some skills - the will to fight, and the…”
“I have a purpose, just like Steve,” you began once more, “Hydra took away the most important person in my life and I’ll be damned to hell if I’m not gonna do anything to stop them. So please, sir, let me do this.”
Peggy Carter stood beside Colonel Phillips, her lips twitching up in a slight smile, “you remind me of him. Of Barnes.” The Colonel grumbled.
You felt a shiver run down your spine, “I guess he rubbed off on me.”
Peggy looked to Colonel Phillips as he was deep in thought, until he spoke, “you talk to Rogers about this?”
You shook your head, “no, sir.”
Colonel Phillips crossed his arms, “I suggest you bring it to his attention before we make a final decision, l/n. Then, if we decide yes, we’re going to need to change the plan just a tad bit.”
With a nod, you stood up and walked out of the meeting room, hoping to find Steve around the corner somewhere; on your way out, you already heard Colonel Phillips grumbling about how it would be nice to have another super-soldier.
One of the Howling Commandos spoke up during your search for Steve, “he’s over at Crocker’s Folly. Bar right across the street from here, kid.” You thanked him and walked out of the site, spotting a very beat-down bar just across the street, surprisingly still standing.
Heading over, you had honestly no idea how to bring up the idea of you taking the serum to Steve; it definitely was no normal conversation. You knew he would say no, but you wanted to take it and be of use during the war and avenge Bucky in any way you could. Once inside, you heard a radio in the distance of the bar, unsure of what song was playing. Following the sound, broken glass and among other things crunched under your footsteps, letting Steve know someone was there.
Sitting at a table with a bottle of liquor and a glass by himself, your best friend turned around and glanced at you, pulling up a chair. You gave a small smile, finding the seat right across from him, “are you okay?”
Steve shrugged, “that Dr. Erskine said the serum wouldn’t just affect my muscles, it would affect my cells. Create a protective system of regeneration and healing… which means uh.. –“
“You can’t get drunk.”
Steve shot you a look, “when you’d get so smart?”
You kicked his foot with a chuckle, “when I started hangin’ out with Howard.”
He gave a sad smile as tears flooded his eyes, “I am so sorry, y/n.”
You choked back a sob, eyes filling with tears, “it wasn’t your fault, Stevie. I know that you did everything you could.”
Steve’s eyes were brimmed red, “how are you – how are you staying so strong?”
Clearing your throat of the sob making its way up, you licked your lips, “I feel like I’ve cried too many tears, Steve. I want to cry more, my god I do, but I know he wouldn’t want that.”
Steve nodded, “’m sorry to bring him up, I just…” he mumbled, “I’m going to kill Schmidt and all of Hydra if it’s the last thing ‘m gonna do, y/n.” His hand had curled into a fist and you felt the anger radiating off of him.
You grasped his hand, softly uncurling it, “I actually wanted to talk to you about something, pertaining Schmidt.”
Steve let out a grumble, taking one last sip of his drink, “everything okay?”
You nodded, “I – I’m okay. But Howard…he has a remaining vial of the serum from Dr. Erskine and has even recreated it himself. I talked to Peggy and Colonel Phillips and I’m going to take it, the recreation.”
Steve’s eyes shot up to yours, “Y/N, I can’t – I can’t let you do that. It’s too dangerous and I promised –“
“Steve,” you stopped him, “I know you promised Bucky that you would look out for me. I promised him that about you, too. But I want to do this. It’s my decision and I’m hoping you’ll let me do this for myself and Buck.”
The man across from you looked down at his glass for a long while before he looked you in the eyes with a grin, “’gonna pretend I can get drunk and forget why I even agreed.”
A small smile formed on your lips as you reached over, squeezing his hand, “thank you, Stevie. Now c’mon, we got a serum to inject and plans to tweak.”
When the two of you reached the bunker once again, you nodded to Howard and he let out a breath. He was not exactly looking forward to this, injecting you with the serum, but it’s what you wanted. Word quickly got to Colonel Phillips who seemed a bit relieved himself, glad there were no tantrums thrown – much like his.
Down the many halls of the bunker, Howard, Peggy, and a few nurses prepared an operation room, a bed centered in the middle of the room as lights displayed it. Once you were injected, you would need a few moments to recollect yourself – both of them knew this.
You, Colonel Phillips, and Steve stood outside the operation room, looking in as Howard laid out the serum and sedation if needed. The Colonel spoke up first, looking down at you, “you certain about this? There’s no guarantee you’ll live.”
You nodded, “I’m aware, Colonel. But I’ve thought it through and it’s what I want.”
Steve looked to you as the Colonel looked on, “you yell for me if you need me, okay? I’m right outside.” You gave him a small smile before you headed inside per Howard’s direction. Nurses stood behind the two tables surrounding the cot you were instructed to lay on, taking off your shirt and tossing it into Peggy’s arms, letting out a whistle, immediately calming your nerves. You flashed her a smile which she returned.
Bright lights shining onto your body – now only clad in a bra and some army green cargo pants – your gaze shifted to Howard. He looked albeit nervous but once he caught your eye, all nerves disappeared, “how ya feelin’ kid?”
You chuckled, “like I’m about to be turned into a super-soldier.”
Howard’s shoulders shook with a slight laugh, “that’s nuts – it’s almost as if I’m administering said serum. I’m gonna inject you with some penicillin, okay?”
You nodded your head, looking towards the window where you saw Steve looking way too tense. With a smile, you gave him a thumbs up in which he chuckled at, shaking his head. Beside him stood the Colonel who looked nervous himself, but with a blow-kiss, you saw him roll his eyes and turn back into your stern Colonel Phillips.
Howard spoke up, grabbing your attention, “now, y/n, your transformation will be a bit different from Steve’s, but the outcome should be the same – just no outer physical changes, as I mentioned. No need for nerves. You ready?”
You nodded, and with a deep breath, you felt the sharp needle penetrate your skin, injecting you with the serum. As the serum coursed through your veins, your skin felt as if it were on fire, your breaths growing quicker and sweat already forming on your skin. Howard noticed your breaths, “deep breaths, kid, don’t rush the process. You got this. How ya feelin’?”
You grunted, “burning – hot but cold. Freezer burn.”
Howard grew pale, somehow making sense of your words, “okay, y/n, you gotta fight this. Don’t let the serum override your body – you gotta let it combine with your cells. C’mon, kid!” Peggy’s grip tightened on your shirt as she looked on, whispering words of encouragement.
Outside, Steve and Colonel Phillips began pacing, the Colonel glaring through the window, telling himself that he could telepathically communicate with you and force you to live through this. Steve bit his thumb, growing more and more anxious by the second.
Your body had now started to sweat profusely, the shine adding itself to your figure as you breathed heavier, a gasp and a sharp scream leaving your lips. Steve immediately ran in, holding your hand, “y/n, come on, please! Fight this – don’t give up, please. I – I need you, we all do.”
In a split second, your eyes opened, meeting Steve’s for a split second before you let out another yell, eyes squeezing shut once more, “Steve! It hurts – it hurts!”
Your whole body felt as if it were on fire yet hypothermic, your chest feeling so heavy that it was difficult to breathe. Every cell in your body felt as if it were being torn apart and being put back together again; you talked to yourself in your head, “how the hell did Steve do this?”
Steve ran a hand over your now-damp hair, “I know, I know, but you got this, y/n. Once you beat this, we’ll go and kill those sonsabitches at Hydra, you hear me? You gotta beat this.”
Over time, which honestly felt like hours, your body slowly started to welcome the serum and new changes within your body, your breathing returning to normal and sweat disappearing onto the cot below you, body returning to normal temperature. With only a slightly bloody nose, you felt…good. Resting against the cot, you let out a sigh, eyes fluttering.
Howard hooked an IV up to your arm, returning the liquids you had sweat out, pushing your shoulder lightly, “’gotta talk to me, kid.”
You grumbled, “’m tired…but feel like I could run a marathon.”
Steve’s hand squeezed yours as he let out a laugh, looking up to the ceiling, “that’s your girl, Barnes. You did great, y/n – you did great.”
Eyes still shut, you hummed, “mmm…do I have abs of steel now?”
Steve chuckled, “would it make you feel better if I said yes?”
You nodded your head, a dopey smile on your face. Steve continued, “I wouldn’t want to fight you in the ring, bug.”
Slowly but surely, you opened your eyes, adjusting to the way your body felt and sensed everything around you. With a grunt, you rubbed your eyes, glancing at your hands – hmm, they looked the same?
Howard noticed your confusion, “Remember what I said, kid? No outer physical changes, but you got all the upgrades Rogers has. Better looking, obviously,” you let out a soft laugh, “just not as bulky.”
With a hum, you sat up, fighting off Steve and Howard’s mother hen tendencies, “’mentioned that earlier…bulky. ‘m fine, by the way – stop worryin’.”
Slowly getting off the cot, you walked around the room, stretching your legs and your whole body. Everything felt different but good; it’s like your senses and every cell within your body were heightened. “It felt cold,” you mentioned to Howard, “the serum.”
He nodded, “as opposed to the vita-rays, we had to keep it in cold storage. Easier that way.”
You hummed, and while turning around in the small room, your eyes met Steve’s once more, “well Captain, what now?”
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The Black Dove Masterlist
All you have ever known was how to fight and hunt. Your world and all you have ever known is thrown through a loop when you are sucked through a portal, and forced to adjust to this new reality. Will you leave the life you knew for so long, or will you decide to go back home, leaving the ones you loved behind?
The Black Dove Chapter 1
The Black Dove Chapter 2- coming soon
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Pairing(s): Avengers x platonic!reader
Summary: the reader loves singing and has been performing and taking lessons for a long time. But they like to sing by themselves- until they get an unexpected audience.
Author’s Note: I have no idea what this is- it’s just an idea I had in the back of my mind. I wasn’t sure where to go in the second half of the story, so hopefully it works. Also this definitely isn’t based off my life experiences in any way, don’t even worry about it
Finally- some peace and quiet. The team was on a mission, leaving you as the only one left in Avengers Tower. You generally handled the technological side of things and often stayed on the base, gathering information, monitoring potential threats, programming new tools, weapons, AI’s, and so on. On those rare occasions when the entire team left the tower, you took advantage of all your alone time and did your favorite thing- singing.
You had been singing since you were a kid and people had started noticing that you had some natural talent in fourth grade. You never did much with it; you participated in a few musicals, joined choir, took music lessons- but it was never a serious career option. Although it was a dream of yours to perform on a big stage in front of a huge audience of fans cheering for you, you knew that it wasn’t something you wanted to do all the time. In fact, you had a feeling that you would grow to hate it. You liked all the cheers and attention sometimes, but you knew that the pre-performance anxiety, all the talk shows, the award shows, talking with celebrities- you knew it wouldn’t be worth it, because you’d spend all your time feeling anxious and worrying what people thought about you.
But of course, that never stopped you from singing and pretending you were on a stage in front of thousands in a sold out stadium, during your alone time.
With everyone gone, you could sing as loudly as you wanted without fear of anyone hearing you. It’s not that you were bad- in fact, you were often told that you were quite good- but you feared that you would bother your teammates with your loud music and singing. And besides, it felt like a personal activity- something reserved for you and you alone. When no one was watching, you could truly relax and channel all your emotions into the songs without fear of what anyone thought. Also, you kind of loved having a little secret- a fun talent that no one knew about- a secret gift.
You had already spent several hours singing whilst doing dishes, folding laundry, working on some projects in the lab, and just dancing around in the huge seating area with the tv and coffee tables, where the whole team gathered when they wanted to relax and have a movie night or something.
Recently, you’ve been obsessed with “Deja Vu” by Olivia Rodrigo, and you loved singing it. Even though you didn’t entirely relate to the message of the song, you just loved the lyrics and the melody and feeling of singing it.
You were in the seating area once again, just singing and losing yourself in the music. You had found out a while ago that you could pair your phone with F.R.I.D.A.Y and play your music anywhere in the tower and you definitely used that excellent sound system to your advantage. The gentle notes of “Deja Vu” began to play and you smiled excitedly.
Car rides to Malibu
Strawberry ice cream, one spoon for two
And tradin' jackets
Laughin’ 'bout how small it looks on you
(Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha)
Watching reruns of Glee
Bein' annoying, singin’ in harmony
I bet she's braggin' to all her friends, sayin' you're so unique
You closed your eyes as your favorite part began to play.
So when you gonna tell her that we did that, too?
She thinks it's special, but it's all reused
That was our place, I found it first
I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you
Do you get déjà vu when she’s with you?
Do you get déjà vu? (Ah), hmm
Do you get déjà vu, huh?
When you finally finished the song, you opened your eyes and turned to grab your phone and find a new song. As you turned, you looked up and came face to face with the entire team. They were all standing in the doorway, looking shocked and mildly impressed. Your eyes widened and you clapped a hand to your mouth.
“Oh no…” you said very softly.
Tony was the first to speak. He moved from the doorway and entered the room, walking towards you.
“Kid, why didn’t you tell us you could sing? That was amazing!” he exclaimed. “Honestly, I know some people, I could probably get you signed with a record label,” he said. You just stood there, mouth slightly agape, still looking shocked and horrified.
“Hey Y/N, you good?” Sam asked, furrowing his brow in concern.
“I- but what- you’re supposed to be gone for a few more days,” you said, attempting to form a coherent sentence.
“We were,” Steve replied. “But the base ended up being much smaller than we had thought and it didn’t take as long to clear it out and get what we needed. But what’s wrong? You’re really good kid, why don’t you want people to hear you?” he asked, looking confused and a tad concerned. You just shook your head, still bewildered and sat down on one of the couches. The rest of the team entered the room, still wearing their gear, and sat down on the various couches and chairs.
“Guys, come on seriously, these are leather, don’t get any dirt on them,” Tony protested. Bucky turned to stare at him.
“Really Stark? That’s your biggest concern right now?” he said, sounding annoyed. Tony rolled his eyes.
“Well it’s ONE of them,” he said, glaring back.
“Guys, seriously knock it off,” Natasha said, giving them a stern look. Thor had seated himself next to you and turned to you.
“Young Y/N your voice is quite beautiful. If we were in Asgard, you would be asked to perform at banquets and parties,” he said, in his deep, rumbling voice. “Why wouldn’t you want anyone to hear you?” he questioned. You stared at your lap and shook your head, refusing to look at any of them.
“Yeah honestly Y/N/N, you’re amazing- if I’d known you could sing, I would’ve asked you to sing way more stuff!” Sam exclaimed, attempting to lighten the mood a little. You chuckled softly, still staring at your lap. The team waited quietly, while you worked up the courage to speak. Finally, still refusing to make eye contact, you said,
“I didn’t want to annoy anyone. And also it’s a really private and personal thing. And I’m afraid of being judged and criticized. And… I was in theatre a bit in high school, and people were kind of cruel.”
The team exchanged shocked and sad looks.
“But, seriously how could anyone criticize you? What could possibly be wrong with your singing?” Bucky asked, sounding incredulous.
“I mean, no one is completely perfect,” you said. “But it was more that a lot of people didn’t like me. And it didn’t matter that I could actually sing, they didn’t think I deserved to be there. So, I became really self conscious. I didn’t want to give them anything else to make fun of me for,” you explained softly. Steve wrapped an arm around your shoulders.
“Well, I don’t know who could possibly dislike you, especially when you sing like that, but we would never criticize or make fun of you,” Steve said, pulling you into a side hug. You smiled a little and leaned into him.
“It was just a rough experience. And singing by myself makes me feel like I have something they can’t take from me. I have these feelings, the music- it’s just me- and they can’t intrude and ruin things.”
“We get it. It’s cathartic for you,” Natasha said, offering you a warm smile which you returned. “Obviously you don’t have to sing in front of us… but if you ever wanted to, just know we wouldn’t mind. We’d be happy to hear your voice again,” she said. The rest of the team nodded in agreement. You smiled gratefully at them.
“Thank you guys. I mean, I feel most at peace when I’m singing by myself, but maybe one day, if I’m feeling brave, I can sing for you guys,” you said.
“I look forward to that day,” Bucky said, walking over and ruffling your hair.
“Well, now that that’s settled, I’m starving. What should we get to eat?” Tony asked. The group began discussing (and arguing- Sam and Bucky were honestly like an old married couple). You merely sat back and smiled at your team. They hadn’t made fun of you. They hadn’t been annoyed. It would take some time for you to allow yourself to be vulnerable with them, but you trusted them when they promised that they would never make fun of you.
“And who knows,” you thought to yourself. “Maybe I’ll take Tony up on that record label offer.”
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🛡 marvel masterlist
you were on the ceiling! (nO i WaSn’T!)
a reenactment of the scene where ned finds out about spider-man, with you in it.
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Light of Love: Chapter 6
Fire Captain/Single dad Steve Rogers still mourns the death of his wife, Peggy. Their 5 year old son, James, a constant reminder of what once was. A chance encounter with former girlfriend Y/N might just change everything- now married to Detective Brock Rumlow, and desperately unhappy, can the two mend each others broken pieces, or will their fractured past tear them apart once more?
Title taken by the song of the same name by Florence + the Machine
Swearing, Violence, themes of domestic violence, themes of sexual assault, mentions of a miscarriage, pregnancy/labour, cheating, but also not?? smut in later parts, fluff, hurt & comfort, angst @ its finest, minor character death, slow burn with a fractured past, so some past fluff?? steve is kind of a dickhead, but peggy is worse. nat is a good friend, and bucky the best. oh, and brock is DEFINITELY the worst
Chapter warnings; threat, angst, swearing, allusions to abuse
“Steve?” Y/N looked up shocked; her eyes wide and frightful as she stared at the man in front of her; Steve’s expression softening as he looked at her- his chest tightening with the familiar warmth he had whenever she was near, one that had never been replicated with anybody else- a warmth he was sure would only ever be reserved for her.
Y/N sank behind the officers in front her as the passed, trying to make herself as small as possible; eyes flickering around the room for an escape exit, listening as the station buzzed with commotion. She realised quickly that there was no way out- Brock’s words from earlier that day ringing in her ears, 'You keep your fucking head down. You don’t speak to him or any of those fucking cunts you call friends, do you hear me? That part of your life is gone- it’s dead; and you’ll find yourself and anybody else tied up to your pathetic little past in the same position if you disobey that. Do you hear me, sweetheart.”
Y/N’s nerves only began to increase as the crowd continued to part, she felt more visible now than she ever had- her eyes locking with Steve’s once again before she spoke,
“Steve- what are you- why are you here, I-“
“I came to drop off the report, hey, Bucky is here, do you- d’you wanna see him? I’m sure he’d love to-“
“No.” Y/N interjected, voice raised in alarm as she continued to think over Brock’s words, her voice returning to its normal tone as she spoke again, “I’ve got some paperwork to deal with- I can’t-“
“Y/N?” Bucky’s voice sounded from behind Steve; his body turning to look at him as Y/N stared ahead; eyes wide in uncertain fear as she watched Brock leave his office from behind them; his gaze boring into hers as she shuffled past both Steve and Bucky.
Bucky reached out to take her arm, a soft grip at the fabric of her jacket; both Steve and Bucky noting the way she flinched ever so slightly, “Doll? Hey, it’s me,” Bucky smiled sadly; the smile not reaching his eyes as he stared solemnly at his former best friend, “Y/N? Doll-“
Y/N snatched her arm from his grip; swallowing as her heart began to pound; she couldn’t put either of them at risk- for she knew the implications of her actions well,
“I can’t stop and talk, Buck. Not now. It was nice to see you, but I really have to go.” She whispered, eyes filling with tears once more as she stole a glance at Steve; heart clenching painfully as she mourned the life she once had.
Steve faltered in his step; his eyes boring into Y/N as he locked eyes with hers again for only the second time in five years; memories of the last time they spoke filtering through his mind; memories of the tender yet guarded goodbye shared before she parted- secrets kept hidden away under lock and key; never to be shared, for the consequences would be too heavy to bare.
“I’ll see you around,” Y/N mused; fingers wiping away the onset of tears quickly before she turned. Her pace slow; nervous as she walked towards Brock. Tears began to fall as Y/N tried desperately not to look at him, flinching as his fingers came to grip her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his, a forced kissed pressed to lips; the grip on her chin bruising,
Steve stood rigid; muscles tight as he watched the exchange- his chest tightening as he looked at the expression on Y/N’s face. The bright spark she once held now almost completely dimmed as she forced a smile towards Brock, body slipping past his as she darted into his office. Brock turned to face Steve, a smug smile covering his face as he brushed a thumb over his lips before he followed Y/N into the office.
Steve turned; stalking towards the exit as he pushed the doors open, breathing in the fresh air as his nostrils began to flare; Bucky following him as both their angers began to spike,
“I’ll kill him.” Steve murmured,
Bucky ignored the statement; his own anger bubbling beneath the surface at the exchange he had just watched; the sparkle behind his best friend’s eyes dimming as she fell suit to the conformities of her new life- scared and vulnerable in the depths of waters she had no chance at swimming in.
“What did he mean back there, Steve? Why aren’t you in a position to be making threats, punk?” Bucky asked, hand clamping over his shoulder.
Steve only sighed, “Didn’t mean a damn think, Buck. Just an empty threat.”
“You’re a shit liar, Steve, you know that?”
Steve too ignored the statement; his mind whirring with an onslaught of thoughts,
“He ever touches her like that again, an’ I’ll kill him. She’s too far gone, Buck. And I don’t know if I can get her back this time.”
Bucky nodded, tugging Steve around to face him before speaking, “The lights almost completely gone Steve, but we’re with her, right? Until the end of the line- you can fix it. We gotta bring her back.”
“I never wanted to let her go Buck- but I promise you, I didn’t have a choice. I didn’t have a god damned choice.”
“But you’ve got a choice now, pal. It’s about time you made the right one-“
“Only thing I’ve ever done right in my life is love her, pal.”
Through heartache and pain, Y/N and Steve had tuck together. Through laughter and light, they had been together; never one without the other, always seemingly stuck by each other’s side; laughing together when they were happy until their cheeks burned and bellies ached. Crying together when tragedy and sadness struck; arms encircling one another, desperate for the need of one another’s warmth. They’d been angry at each other too; raised voices, eyes ablaze, hands shaking and bodies trembling as the volatility took hold.
By age sixteen, Steve had decided that facing the motions of life with Y/N was something he enjoyed- he realised that he couldn’t face the thought of facing life without her; it dawned on him suddenly, crashing into him like a tidal wave, and suddenly the thought of her not being a constant part of his life scared him entirely.
“Buck? you seen Y/N anywhere?” Steve asked Bucky as he passed by,
“Her and Nat have run off together somewhere,” Bucky replied, “Why? Something up, punk?”
Steve sighed, eyes lolling closed for a brief second before he blew out a breath, “think I love her,”
Bucky laughed, hand clapping down on Steve’s back as he spoke, “We all know that, pal. Go tell her before that new boy at school does. Done nothing but give her the eyes for the last few weeks.” Bucky taunted lightly,
Steve growled, pulling on his coat as he darted out the door, not caring as it slammed shut behind him; nor did he care as Winnie wrenched it back open seconds later to scream after him,
“HOW MANY MORE TIMES? DON’T GO SLAMMING MY BLOODY DOOR!”
“SORRY WINNIE!” He hollered back.
Bucky chuckled in amusement as his Mom sauntered back through to the sitting room, muttering a string of curses under her breath as she did,
“What in the bloody hell could be so important that he left running like a bull in a bloody china shop?”
Bucky smiled, “Gonna go and tell Y/N that he loves her, Mom.”
Winnie let out a sigh of relief, a smile adorning her features as she laughed lightly, pulling Bucky into a hug as she did, “bout bloody time.”
Steve ventured down by the lake, knowing that Y/N and Nat would have stolen a bottle of rum from Nat’s dad, and that by hiding down by the lake they were convinced nobody could see them, (they were wrong, but nobody wanted to burst the bubble of teenage rebellion for them).
Steve crept up behind them both, coming to stand a tree as he heard Nat speak up,
“When are you two gonna stop dancing around each other and admit that you’re in love? Because if you don’t, I might have to kick it out of the pair of you,”
Y/N giggled, “Natalia, the tone you used just then was just like your Mother, you know that? And you know Steve doesn’t like me, like that.”
Nat rolled her eyes, taking the bottle of rum form Y/N before taking a swig, arms bending so she could lean back, “You’re so fucking blind,”
Steve took the moment to make his presence known, whistling once before walking towards the two girls. Y/N smiled, coming to stand before flinging herself at him, laughing as she did,
“Hi, Stevie” She whispered, eyes sparkling in complete adoration for the boy in front of her. Steve clung to her, nose coming to settle against her head as he smelt her hair.
Nat gagged dramatically behind them, standing with the half empty bottle of rum before circling up next to them. Steve rolled his eyes, pulling Y/N into his side as she laughed,
“Don’t mind me,” Nat exhaled, “I’m going back home, the thought of watching you two is making me nauseous.”
Y/N blushed; her full face turning a bright colour of crimson as she hid her face behind her hair, watching as Nat left. Steve only snorted, turning back round to face Y/N, smiling lightly as he saw her blush.
“You know I heard what Nat said,” Steve whispered, blushing too as he spoke,
Y/N’s head snapped up, lips smacking together, heart pounding, “You just gotta ignore her, Stevie, you know what she’s like-“
Steve began to shake his head, “What if she’s right though? What if I do- What if we love each other and we’re both being stupid and not saying anything because we’re scared.”
Y/N blinked up at him, head tilting as she spoke, “Steve, wha-“
“I love you.” Steve stated, smile covering his face as he said it,
Y/N looked up at him in complete awe; eyes swimming in a mixture of surprise and pure adoration, “I love you too,” she whispered.
Suddenly they were both aware of just how close they were; the air seemingly changing- Steve’s eyes travelled down to Y/N’s lips, watching as she pulled the bottom lip between her teeth; his head leaning down to capture her lips, both smiling into the kiss as their lips met, the pair pulling away as a shout broke out,
“I FUCKING KNEW IT!”
Steve groaned, moving away from Y/N before running in the direction of the voice,
“NATALIA, THATS RIGHT- RUN, GO ON-“
“STEVIE AND Y/N, SITTING IN A TREE-“
Y/N watched on amused as Steve chased after Nat; finger tips coming up to brush over her lips; the kiss still burning. She smiled. Steve loved her; she loved him, and she was sure she always would. Through thick and thin, and everything in between; no matter the time or place, or the distance in-between . Forever.
Will Steve do the right thing, or will the right thing only backfire? What are we all thinking?!
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soulmate au where when you touch your soulmate you see glimpses of your future with them; the winter soldier touches you and realizes there’s so much more out there
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word count: 3.3k (worth it me thinks)
a/n: hi bffs !! here is part two to touch !! i hope u guys enjoy !! might make a part 3 if you guys want ?!? let me know what u guys think !!
You stared at the clunky metal cuffs on your hands, silent as the four of you were squished together along with two agents. Tears staining your cheeks, you had stopped crying as soon as the agents had cuffed you, turning on a steely exterior.
“i knew him” Steve spoke, you were all silent as he stared at the floor, “he looked right at me like he didn’t even know me” his voice distant.
“that was over 70 years ago how is that possible?” Sam spoke, looking at you and then at Steve.
“Zola, Buckys whole unit was captured in 43” Steve explained, his gaze hardening, “Zola experimented on him, whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall” his voice softening.
“they must have found him and-” Steve’s voice was tender as he trailed off.
“none of that’s your fault steve” Natasha groaned, bleeding through the bandage you had put on her.
You looked over at her and frowned, “we need to get a doctor in here, she’s lost a lot of blood if we don’t put pressure on that wound” you turned, looking at one of guards next to you.
You flinched as they turned on the taser, scooting back closer to steve. Your eyes widened as they knocked out the other agent, taking off their helmet only to reveal Maria Hill. You smiled softly.
“that thing was squeezing my brain- who’s this guy?” She spoke, staring at sam.
After breaking out of the cuffs and escaping the truck the five of you headed to some secret base, you were quiet as they chatted among each other, thoughts of bucky clouding your mind.
“y/n, why- what happened?” Steve spoke gently, falling into step with you.
You looked at him, slowing down a little bit. “It was him steve” you whispered, voice shaking. Steve stopped completely, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from the group.
“what- i thought- are you sure?” He rushed out, breathless.
“i saw us, together” you managed out, a tears falling from your eyes, “it was our future,” you looked at Steve, wiping your eyes before continuing to walk forward.
“y/n we have to talk about this” Steve rushed next to you and you nodded, he opened his mouth but you stopped him as you approached sam, Maria and natasha.
“not now, please” you pleaded and he nodded, holding your hand and squeezing it softly.
“She’ll want to see him first” Maria spoke, a smirk on her face as you all looked at each other in confusion, following her as she pushed some plastic curtains out of the way.
Your stomach fell and a smile found it’s way onto your face, “son of a bitch” you chuckled.
“about damn time” fury mumbled you couldn’t help but smile.
As they attended natasha the rest of you listened to fury rattle off his list of injuries, explaining why he had to stay hidden and why no one was told of him still being alive. You nodded along in understanding, your eyes trained on the floor before looking at him with a smile.
“does this mean i still have to turn in that report?”
Buckys mind was racing. The smell of freshly baked cookies and visions of you in his head. Even flashes of the blonde who was with you.
He could hear his scream after he fell, he saw flashes of them turning him into who he was now. He memorized your face, the way your hair looked and the smile you had on your face for the few seconds you had together. He focused on the future, the picnics and the singing.
Bucky mourned for himself, for who he was and who he wish he could become.
The sound of an argument and multiple footsteps brought him to reality, his eyes still red and nose pink from crying when he saw you. Alexander Pierce walked in and bucky felt sick to his stomach, watching as the agents lowered their weapons on his command.
“Mission report” he spoke coldly, angry when he had to repeat himself once more. Pierce crinkled his nose, hitting bucky in frustration.
Bucky hesitated, he shouldn’t tell them about you, he couldn’t. He needed you safe, he didn’t want you hurt.
“the man on the bridge, who was he” he mumbled, voice fragile as he spoke. Buckys eyes met Pierces, worry flickering in his eyes before pushing it away.
“i knew him” he mumbled, Pierce sitting in front of him. His words were fuzzy as he thought of you and the blonde man, he wanted you, he was meant to be with you. “but i knew him” bucky mumbled once more when Pierce finished talking, his lips pressing into a smal tight smile for a second.
“prep him” Pierce spoke, bucky wanted to cry, his stomach was in knots as Pierce told them to wipe him. Panic rose in his chest, he couldn’t forget you, he couldn’t lose his only hope in 70 years. He leaned back as they pushed him into his seat, his breathing ragged and heavier. He had to hold onto you, the smell on baking cookies in his mind as he squeezed his eyes shut.
“I never liked him” you spoke, turning to Natasha, “i told you remember! You brushed me off” you huffed, turning your attention to Maria and some suitcase.
Maria explained insights plan, telling the four of you how to stop the carriers. Making sure to emphasize the need to link all three carriers.
“- we can salvage what’s left” Nick spoke, you furrowed your brows and shook your head, anger bubbling in your chest.
“we aren’t salvaging anything!” You spoke angrily, Nick staring at you in shock. Steve nodded his head.
“we’re taking down SHIELD” Steve spoke and Nick tried to defend himself, “SHIELD had nothing to do with this!” The man grumbled.
“You gave me this mission, this is how it ends” Steve spoke firmly, “SHIELDS been compromised you said so yourself, HYDRA grew under your nose and you didn’t even notice” his brows furrowed and eyes cold.
“why do you think we’re meeting in a cave, i noticed” Nick shot back, you shook your head in disbelief.
“how many paid the price before you did?” You quipped, thinking about your soulmate, where was he? what would happen to him?
“I didn’t know about barnes” Nick softened, looking at Steve, the blonde rolled his eyes.
“even if you did would you have told me about it? Or would you compartmentalize that too” he scoffed, you bit your bottom lip in frustration.
“HYDRA, SHIELD, it all goes” you stated firmly, eyes set on fury, he looked around at the others.
“they’re right” Maria sighed.
You stood atop the dam, the sound of the wind rustling the trees calmed you down, you focused on one of the flashes you had seen when you touched bucky.
“You set this all up for little ol’ me?” You teased, bucky rolling his eyes with a smile on his face, taking your hand in his and leading you to the middle of the meadow he had found.
“only the best for my sweets” he replied, shooting a wink at you and you blushed slightly, the cool wind hitting your flushed skin.
“oh wow you even got us a little cake? went all out did you barnes” you teased and he smiled, letting a soft groan out.
“can you please stop laughing at me for five minutes” he pouted, and you smiled at him softly, sitting on the blanket and pulling his down with you, kissing the pout on his lips.
“i love it angel” you mumbled, kissing his lips softly before pulling away and reaching into the basket, pulling out the sandwiches and handing one to bucky along with a drink.
“found it the other day, thought you would like to watch the sunset from here instead of that old park” he spoke, taking a sip from the water bottle you handed him and your heart fluttered in your chest.
“i love you so much James” you mumbled, leaning over and peppering kisses all over his face, a smile on his lips as he soaked in all your loving.
You giggled as he moved over, picking you up with ease and spinning you around. Bucky set you down gently, you rested your head on his shoulder as you marveled at the sun setting, pinks and reds painting the sky, golden rays hitting the two of you.
“you know I’m yours forever, right doll?” Bucky mumbled, his head in your lap as you played with his hair. You smiled sweetly at him, nodding your head.
“and I’m yours forever and more lovebug” you replied.
“He’s gonna be there, you know” Sam spoke, causing you to jump slightly. Steve walked next to him, the two men approaching you.
“I know” you nodded.
“whoever he used to be, the guy he is now, he’s not the kind you save, he’s the kind you stop” Sam spoke, Steve standing next to you as Sam looked at the two of you.
“i don’t know if we can do that” Steve spoke for the two of you, Sam looked at you softly. Your eyes meeting and you gave him a small smile.
“he might not give you a choice” he whispered, you shook your head as he continued, “he doesn’t know you.”
“he has to, he has to remember me, I’m his soulmate” you spoke, eyes welling up with tears once more.
“gear up, it’s time” Steve spoke gently.
Your hands shook softly as you changed, taking in a deep breath as you fell into line with Maria, Sam and Steve, walking towards SHIELD.
“excuse us” you smiled as the man opened the door to the control center, moving out of your way quickly when he saw Maria and Sams guns, “alrighty star spangled man, your time to shine” you smiled, patting him on the back.
Steve began his speech, a proud smile on your face as he spoke, feeling the shift in the air, your heart thumping against your rib cage.
“did you write that down first? Or was it off the top of you head” Sam smiled and you laughed softly.
The sirens blared and you heard the echoes of gunshots, “they’re initiating launch” Maria spoke in your ear, you jogged next to Sam and Steve.
“how do we know the good guys from the bad guys?” Sam questioned.
“if they’re shooting at you they’re bad” you replied, Steve smiling before the two of you hopped down and fought the men on the airstrips.
You were in a whirl of punches and gunshots, throwing your knives and taking down men to help Steve get to the helicarriers.
Steve ran from behind you, the two of you running to put in the cartridge, “alpha lock!” You spoke, you and Steve running to leave the carrier. Sam calling out “bravo lock!” Not long after.
You took down a couple guards, hitching a ride with a pilot and Steve counting on sam to get him to the other helicarrier.
You ran out as soon as you could, blood running cold as you recognized the metal arm grabbing sams wing.
You froze as he tore the wing off, kicking him off the side, eyes wide you ran out, “Sam!” You cried out, panic filling your chest.
“I’m fine, I’m just grounded, I’m sorry guys” he apologized and you let out a sigh of relief.
“I’m still on the helicarrier, i got it” Steve spoke and you felt relief knowing he was safe.
“I’ll come down and help you” you spoke, turning around and coming face to face with three men. You groaned in annoyance as they approached you, moving quickly to take one of their guns, knocking them out with the butt. Using another one as a shield before kicking him off you and into the other man.
“Y/n no! Wait on my signal, he’s here and- we just need to wait for the right moment” Steve spoke, out of breath as he spoke. You hesitated, watching bucky run to beat Steve.
“okay” you spoke softly, doing what you could to make sure it was only steve and bucky in the helicarrier.
It felt like an eternity until Steve finally called for you, breathless. “Y/n get down here!” You ran quickly, maneuvering your way down and seeing the two men fighting.
“take it!” Steve yelled, bucky laying on the floor next to him, you nodded, running up to him as his tossed it to you, catching it before taking off again.
You felt the bullet whirl next to your head, he was shooting at you. Your stomach fell as you realized, running faster. You heard Steve groan, falling next to you.
“Steve!” You cried out, stopping before realizing you had mere seconds left. You saw the blood through his suit, biting your lip before taking off, hurrying to put in the cartridge, rushing to help Steve up.
“Charlie lock!” You cried out, putting his weight on your shoulder, struggling to carry him.
“get out of there!” Maria called, you looked at Steve, his eyes telling you all you needed to know, you nodded softly.
“fire now” Steve spoke, Maria began to argue but you cut her off, “do it!” You commanded, losing your balance as the helicarriers shot at each other.
Bucky’s groan caught your attention, your heart breaking as you saw he was trapped under a piece of metal. Without hesitation you and Steve jumped down, lifting the metal between the two of you.
“it’s gonna be okay” you whispered, moving to reach out only for the helicarrier to decline sharply, causing you to slip away, inches from his hand.
You grasped onto a ledge, steadying yourself and attempting to get back to the two super soldiers, the constant explosions making it difficult.
Bucky punched Steve, fear in his eyes as they spoke, you ran to them, continuously getting knocked over by the crashes.
“I’m not gonna fight you, you’re my friend” you heard Steve say, dropping the shield as bucky tackled him.
“you’re my mission!” Bucky spoke, anger in his eyes.
You leaped, tackling Bucky off of Steve, flashes of your future in both of your eyes.
“y/n!” Steve cried out.
“no wait pull over!” You cried out, eyes focusing on a box you had passed on the highway, bucky furrowed his brows in confusion.
“doll it’s raining it’s just a box” he slowed down, pulling over anyway.
“no there were cats!” you squealed, unlocking your door quickly and running out of the car, the rain immediately drenching you to the bone. Bucky cursed softly as you ran out without your jacket, following you quickly. His eyes landing on the two cats in your arms.
“told you so” you teased, motioning for him to grab the other two from the box. Bucky grabbed them quickly, running to your car and setting them on your lap, wrapping them in your jacket and trying to warm them up.
You arrived at the shelter quickly, heart aching as they took the four kittens from you. The small white one mewling and sinking his claws into your shirt, you smiled softly before taking his claws out of the fabric, handing him to a vet.
“We’ll call you when we’re done with all the tests and diagnostics” the woman smiled kindly and you nodded, bucky slipping his hand into your easily and you leaned into his warmth.
You were cuddled up next to bucky on the couch, head on his chest and watching one of your favorite shows.
“doll?” Bucky called out, moving you gently and you got up from his chest.
“sorry, I’m just worried about the kittens is all” you sighed, chewing on your bottom lip, bucky let out a breath before pulling you into his lap.
“that white one really liked you” he chuckled and you nodded, a smile on your face as you remembered the way he didn’t want to leave you.
“almost as much as you do huh” you teased and bucky laughed, shaking his head at your statement.
“no one can love you as much as i do dollface” he replied, his face serious before breaking into a smile as you rolled your eyes. You moved to get off his lap but he stopped you.
“why don’t we keep him” he smiled, nervous as he proposed the idea to you, “you could use some company when i go away for missions and I’ve always wanted a cat, and plus statistics say people are happier with pets-” bucky rambled.
“yes! oh my god finally! I’m so excited” you cheered, jumping of the couch and hopping around, a smile on your face as you turned to look at bucky.
Bucky smiled as you sat back down, leaning in to kiss him softly, a smile on both of your faces. “Should name him alpine” Bucky suggested a smile on his face as you nodded.
Bucky went overboard on toys and treats, his arms full as he set the bags down, a smile on his face as you finished kitten proofing the apartment.
“James! You didn’t need to get that much” you spoke shocked at the amount of things he got for your new kitten.
“this is our son we are talking about, he deserves the world” bucky scoffed, fixing the bags and putting everything away, the two of you excited to pick up your new child.
The two of you played with alpine for hours when he got home, giggles filling the apartment as you observed his antics. The three of you curled up on the couch, alpine asleep in your lap as bucky had his arm around you, some documentary playing.
“i love our family” you smiled, looking at bucky and kissing his jaw softly. He smiled at you as you pulled away, laying your head on his chest again.
“i love it too sweets” his heart was melting at the sight of you, cozy in his arms with the kitten in your lap.
“I’m yours forever bucky” you whispered, eyes closing as exhausting took over, his heart fluttered.
“I’m yours forever y/n” he replied, a smile on his face as the words left his lips.
Buckys eyes widened as the scenario played out in his eyes, you looked at him, a small smile on your face.
“it’s you” he whispered, a small smile forming on his face.
“it’s me, forever” you mumbled, moving to sit up and hug him.
Before you could, debris broke the glass you were laying on, your reflexes not quick enough to hold onto something, causing you to fall into the water, fear in Buckys eyes.
Both him and Steve dove in after you, bucky reaching you before his friend and pulling you out frantically. Steve helped drag you to shore, shaking you before giving you CPR.
You coughed up water, rolling around before your vision cleared, a smile on your face as you saw Steve, wrapping your arms around him.
“wheres bucky?” You questioned, heart sinking as you searched for the metal armed man.
“i- he was just here” Steve spoke, looking around, panic in his eyes.
Within moments Maria, Natasha and Sam found the two of you, rushing you to a hospital, treating all your wounds and any broken bones. Falling asleep moments after with Sam watching over both you and Steve.
It had been close to a month since SHIELD fell, since you last saw bucky. You woke up to knocking on your door, your eyes bleary as you checked the time, 7:34 am.
You groaned and forced yourself out of bed, “who needs something at 7 am on a Saturday!” You called out, angrily opening the door. Your anger sizzled away within seconds, you eyes meeting the baby blue ones you had only seen for moments at a time.
“Bucky” you whispered, your wind had been knocked out of you as you saw your soulmate on the other side of the door.
“hi doll” he smiled softly, his eyes brighter as he looked at you.
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just for you, honeybee (2/?)
pairing: bucky barnes x reader, steve rogers x reader (platonic)
word count: 2,107
authors note: second part of this ongoing series! i still don't know how many parts this is going to be but i seriously want to finish this lmao. hopefully this will be a series i actually complete! please leave feedback - i truly appreciate it!
warnings: mention of bucky's death, uncontrollable sobbing, character death, a few curse words
summary: dating back to 1943, you, james barnes, and steve rogers were best friends, including bucky being your boyfriend. when you get a notice that bucky died in the war, you make it your mission to find closure for yourself and protect steve as he is the only remaining piece of bucky you have left. once you are offered the super soldier serum, you and steve must make your way through world war 2 - and the unknown future hardships to come.
recap: Steve seemed shocked that you were able to read him like that, but was defeated. With a sigh, he turned and reached into his handbag, pulling out a file, “there was this Doctor there, Doctor Erskine, who uh – he approved me for the army, y/n. But it’s for an experiment, something they call a super-soldier experiment, I’m not sure. I’m going – I leave in a couple days.”
How is your world falling apart this quickly?
Sending Steve off was honestly just as painful as it was when Bucky was shipped off. You didn’t want to guilt-trip Steve into staying – you knew how important it was to him to join the army and do something. However, now you were completely alone. You knew you had Becca and you could always write to Bucky and Steve, but it just wasn’t the same.
Both of your boys were gone.
Once Steve had told you about this super-soldier serum experiment, you chewed his ear off for a good 10 minutes. It was brutal, to say the least, and while pacing in your small living room, Steve sat in his seat, hands folded as he waited for you to finish.
This was his final chance to get into the army and while he hated the idea of leaving you, he needed to do something, not only with his life, but with the army. He needed to prove himself. He knew you could take care of yourself – you were independent and a firecracker – there was nothing you couldn’t do. However, while slowly trying to convince himself that you would be okay, Steve was also having a midlife crisis of his own friendship with Bucky. If he found out he left you alone while the both of them were at war, Steve knew Bucky’s reaction wasn’t going to be great.
Once you were done tearing Steve a new one, telling him that you supported him all the way, but you honestly wished he would stay – and possibly called him a dipshit in between all of that – you calmed down. With a quiet voice, you looked to Steve, “can I at least send you off?”
Steve felt his cheeks grow warm and let a smile slip onto his lips, “I would be honored if my biggest fan were there.”
You shoved his shoulder lightly, “shut it, you fat-head. C’mon, we gotta get you all dolled up.”
While it was just as painful to see Steve go, you knew he’d be in good hands and wouldn’t do anything too stupid. You had told him sternly, “I want the name of your commanding officer, his commanding officer, and any fat-headed buffoons that are in charge at your camp, okay?”
Steve had shaken his head, “yes mom, whatever you say.” His eyes rolled but he had a smile on his face, “just so you can keep an eye on me?”
You hummed, “that, and to know whose ass I hav’ta kick if anything happens to you, Stevie. And if you see Bucky, you tell him I love him, you hear?”
Steve saluted before he headed towards the platform, “love ya, y/n!”
You had a small smile on your life, “love you too, Rogers. Kill some Nazis for me.”
That interaction was nearly 6 months ago, and every day felt like a new hill you had to climb over. You sent postcards to both Steve and Bucky in hopes that they would respond every time you sent one, but that wasn’t the case. You weren’t mad, nor upset, just lonely. Steve had let you know that the serum worked and he had been reunited with Bucky after taking over a HYDRA base where you learned Buck was captured. God, that letter caused you so much turmoil and anxiety, but Steve had calmed your fears, letting you know that Bucky was okay. You had also recognized his handwriting at the end, “can’t get rid of me that easily, honeybee. I love you.”
You hadn’t heard from them in a couple weeks, and your anxiety was beginning to show. Nothing new had happened, so you truly had no reason to write to them, but you did anyway, just updating them both on your life and how much you missed them. You had seen Captain America’s tours and his posters all over Brooklyn, and you were so proud of your Steve.
But it was weird seeing him so tall and…built.
Tearing your eyes away from another Captain America poster with his boys behind him, you continued your journey to some local shops, stocking up on groceries and possibly a new pair of shoes. Brooklyn was quiet today, which was certainly odd; there was nothing ominous about it, but it was not something anyone there was used to.
Hands skimming through some plums, you picked one that you knew Bucky would love. With a soft smile, you put the fruit in your basket, continuing through the store until you heard quiet whispers:
“Are you sure he’s here? The Captain America?”
“Mary, I told you, I saw him clear as day; no clue where the man was headin’, but he’s here.”
“Is there a tour or somethin’ here in Brooklyn?”
“Mary…I ain’t no mind reader, he could be stoppin’ by before he goes back off to war.”
Your heart nearly exploded out of your chest. Steve was here, back in Brooklyn? Wait – if Steve was here, then Bucky could be, too!
Quickly dropping the items you had in your hands, you ran out of the grocery store as fast as your heels would let you, passing by Grover in such a rush, he couldn’t even say hello. Crossing the street in a hurry, you grabbed your purse tightly and ran up your apartment fire escape stairs. Once you reached your floor, you grabbed your key and opened the door, being met with your Steve Grant Rogers and a very beautiful woman dressed in an army’s uniform.
“I – holy shit, Steve – oh my god,” you stumbled, out of breath as Steve stood up, towering over you, “I thought you were smaller.”
Steve stepped forward, hands out in case you fell or needed a hug, “side effect of that serum I told you about, remember?” The woman behind him gave Steve a look at the mention.
You caught your breath, “give me a hug, you doofus! Oh my gosh, those letters do you no good – nor do the posters!”
The two of you embraced as Steve held you in his arms, careful of his trembling hands, “’used my spare key, hope you don’t mind.”
You ran your hands over his back and his hair, “I get to see my best friend again, I don’t care how you got in here. Now, where’s Jamie, I – I need’ta see him.”
Steve pulled away and laid his hands on your shoulders, “actually, I wanted you to meet someone before… this is uh, Peggy Carter, she’s an agent of that Strategic Scientific Reserve for the serum and one of the best. Peg, this is y/n, the one who wrote to me and…Bucky, all the time.”
Peggy stood up, hand outstretched towards you as you shook hers, “nice to finally meet you, y/n. Steve here talked lots about you.”
You didn’t fail to notice her solemn look and the file of papers tucked underneath her other arm, “it’s, um, nice to meet you too, Agent Carter.”
The three of you stood in silence as Steve guided you to the remaining chair in the living room. With a bite to your lip, you turned towards Peggy, “I hate to be so forward, Agent, but I’ve seen those files before. I know what – what they mean.”
“Y/N,“ Steve began, “please let her –“
You cut Steve off, “Stevie…where is James?” Your eyes immediately started to fill with tears but you held them back for the sake of your own.
Peggy cleared her throat, “Miss L/N, there was a mission that included James Buchanan Barnes and during that mission, a part of the train that the soldiers were riding on exploded. Amongst the fight, we believe Barnes –“
Steve stopped her, “Peg, she – she doesn’t need to know how…”
Tears escaped your eyes as you looked at your best friend, “Stevie… Is he..?”
Steve ran his hands over his face, “he – he was hangin’ onto the side of the train, y/n, and I let him fall. I couldn’t reach him and…”
The rest of Steve’s story fell upon deaf ears. No, not deaf ears, but ones that were ringing. Bucky was dead. He was dead. He fell off a train and was dead. He wasn’t coming home.
Bucky wasn’t coming home to you.
At that revelation, your body began to shake uncontrollably as the tears fell from your eyes, unable to be stopped. You tried to breathe but the pressure on your chest was unbearable. You tried to look at Steve, but your eyes were so blurry, “St-“
No words left your mouth, only the sounds of your sobbing. Steve leaped forward, wrapping his arms around you as you cried, screamed for Bucky, for your Jamie.
"No, no, not James! Steve, please!" you cried, falling onto the floor with Steve as he held you.
Peggy let her own tear slip, overwhelmed with your reaction. Leaving his dog tags, his files, and a medal on your table, she stepped out of your apartment.
Mrs. Betty Davis stepped out of her apartment just as Peggy shut the door, hoping nobody heard your cries and screams for James. Mrs. Davis looked to Peggy, “that boy, Barnes… he never came home?”
Peggy wiped her stray tear and cleared her throat, “I’m afraid not, ma’am. He died an honorable death, taking down a,” she paused, “a Nazi base.”
Mrs. Davis shifted her gaze to the door where she could clearly hear you crying and yelling for Bucky, that he wasn’t dead. She looked down to her welcome mat, “he was a good man, always takin’ care of that girl. His heart beat for her, he turned her world. Wouldn’t surprise anyone if he had a ring lyin’ around. She was just as in love with him as he was her.”
Peggy’s eyes filled up with tears as your neighbor explained you and Bucky’s love for one another, “I had only met him once but he… he seemed genuinely good.”
Mrs. Davis gave a sad smile, “he was. Thank you…for letting me know.” Peggy nodded at her.
Back inside, your tears had stained Steve’s shirt as he held you close, “I know y/n, I – I know. I got you.”
You had stopped screaming for Bucky, but your hands shook as they held onto Steve, fresh tears still running down your cheeks. With a shaky breath, you grasped onto Steve’s shirt, “do – do you think he was in pain?”
Steve let his own tears slip but held his own, “I don’t know y/n, but I’d like to think he wasn’t. He – uh – he told me, before he fell… he told me to tell his honeybee that he loves you so, so much and he – he wanted you to have his tags.”
You pulled away from Steve’s chest, looking at him in slight confusion, “his…tags?” It had then dawned on you:
Bucky wanted you to have his dog tags from the army.
Feeling a new thread of tears about to be shed, your lip quivered but you covered it up, glancing over the room until you saw the file Peggy had sat on the table. With shaky hands, you leaned towards your coffee table – the one that Bucky would rest his feet upon all the time until you smacked them off – and grabbed the file. Opening it up, you immediately saw his army identification photo and his dog tags hanging in the middle of the file.
You shut the flimsy piece of paper before you could cry anymore. Turning to Steve, you noticed his eyes were also red from crying, “what now?”
Steve and you now sat on the floor, backs resting on one of your chairs, “I hav’ta finish what I started, with Johann Schmidt and Zola. Can I be honest with you?”
You nodded your head, wiping your remaining tears on your shirt, “of – of course Steve.”
He let out a shaky breath, “I wish I could take away your pain, but I can’t. Before Buck was shipped off, I promised him I would take care of you, and right now, I need to be here for you. So, if you want to, I can ask Peg if you can come along with us, with me, and once I’m done, we can… we can do whatever you want to do.”
You picked at your nails, anxiety swallowing you whole, “and what if you don’t make it back, either?”
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Have I known you for 20 seconds or 20 years?
Request by jmstz
Hi could you write like a one shot where Bucky goes back to his old dancing school that he was in when he was young with Steve? And he meets the reader who looks like the girl from the 40s who worked in the dancing school, but thats actually the readers grandma, and the reader recognizes Bucky and is just really shy idk, and Bucky thinks she is cute😅. Just some fluff please
Warnings- Fluff! Swearing.
Word Count: 2222
An/ I love taylor swift
"Steve I am not going." Bucky huffed at his best friend Steve who suggested them to go at a dance school they used to attend back in the 40's. "I mean, what good will it do? Everything is changed anyway."
"Buck c'mon it will be fun! Don't knock it off till you try it. We can maybe book a class and have fun too, yeah?" Steve said enthusiastically; firm on the idea.
"God, okay I will come along. But, if I don't have fun I won't go out for a week and you buy me pizza." Bucky said, sighing.
"Deal. Now let's go!" Steve said as he dragged Bucky.
"Here we are Buck! The building's quite changed right?" Steve said grinning at his best friend.
"It sure is Steve. Tell me again why I agreed to come here?"
"Cause we are gonna have fun now let's go in." Steve said as he pulled bucky in while bucky simply rolled his eyes.
"Uh hey, I had a class booked under the name Steve Rogers." Steve said as he smiled at the receptionist.
"Yes yes sir! This way." The receptionist said nervously.
"Here is the class sir- steve." The receptionist said as they led her into the classroom. "The teacher will be here shortly."
"Thank you again." Steve said as they left the classroom.
"Well...this is fancy." Bucky said, eyeing the classroom. "So different from what it was back in the 40's."
"Yeah. I was surprised to know that this still exists. Good memories."
"Ha! Good memories more like you finding trouble and then me leaving my date to help you." Bucky chuckled.
"Whatever. Still a good memory." Steve said, smiling fondly.
"Oh shit- I am late aren't I? I am so sorry-" You said stumbling into the classroom
"Hey no actually the teacher is yet to arrive." Steve said, giving you a small smile.
"Oh okay." You said as you took in the fact that Captain America was standing in front of you and he was with someone, who looked weirdly familiar.
"Steve, doesn't she look like Sandra?" Bucky said as you went a bit away from them.
"Sandra? Who?" Steve asked, confused.
"Sandra? Steve the girl who used to work here in the 40's. I danced with her too remember?"
"Sandra as in Sandra Smith?"
"Yes punk who else?"
"Wait let me see-"
"Steve now don't stare at her." Bucky said, letting out a sigh. "You already are staring at her right."
"Buck no shit she does look like Sandra the fuck."
"See! I told you."
"Go and talk to her! Go on now, don't glare at me like that."
"Why will I go and talk to her Steve?"
"I don't know, she's cute."
"Steve what the fuck. She is very cute but she's probably Sandra's granddaughter and you want me to hit on her?"
"Well you and Sandra never dated so I don't see the harm!" Steve said as he pushed Bucky to where you were standing.
"Punk" Bucky muttered as he walked towards you.
"Shit. I can't even tie my fucking shoelaces- Oh uhm hi." You said as you saw Bucky standing in front of you, you felt your face flushed.
"Uh hey, do you, do you want help with those. The shoelaces I mean."
"What no no it's okay I got it." You said embarrassed,thinking he came cause he saw you struggling with shoelaces.
"Okay if you say so" he said with the slightest smirk on his face. "Do you by any chance know Sandra Smith?"
"Wait what did you say?" Your eyebrows crinkled as you struggled with the laces. "I am sorry they just won't ugh!"
"C'mon doll let me help you." Bucky chuckled as he came closer to you, helping you with the shoelaces.
"So, what were you saying?" You asked, still flushed.
"Oh yeah, I asked if you know Sandra Smith." Bucky said, done with tying your shoelaces.
"Thank you umm-"
"Yes, Thank you James." You said smiling. "I do know Sandra Smith but I don't think she's the one you're looking for."
"What makes you think that?" Bucky asked, raising his eyebrow.
"Well because of the fact that she is my grandmother; and also because she isn't alive anymore." You said smiling at him.
"Oh I am sorry." Bucky said sadly as he remembered Sandra.
"You know James?"
"What?" He asked, looking up at you. You took a moment to get a good look at his eyes. They were horrifyingly beautiful. They were those kind of eyes who leave you wondering several things. Why does one sense safe when they look at it? Why are there sad undertones lying around? Why do they seem to charm you so much? Why does only looking at them send butterflies to your stomach?
You knew him. Well not exactly know him, but you had heard about him; from your grandmother and people on the news. Your Grandmother talked about him as if he were a Prince. Not only because of his mesmerizing looks but because of his whole aura. She talked about how he charmed everyone around him and how his smile was the brightest. He has this amazing aura around him which catches you off-guard. A boy’s cheekiness combined with a man’s maturity . A charm that is alluring and attractive at the same time.
“Doll? Hey, Doll to Earth.” You suddenly hear him say.
“Oh uh hi.” You said as you felt your face getting hot because of the fact that you were staring at him. Got caught completely off guard. “So you were asking?”
“What? No doll, you were gonna tell me something- also i don't have your name yet doll.” He said, a smug smile plastered on his beautiful face.
“Oh yea and i am y/n.”
“y/n. That's a pretty name but i think i am sticking to ‘doll’, if you don't mind that is.” He said smiling.
“Of course, I don't mind James. So I was saying-”
“You were saying?” He said pouting his lips, you seemed to find this adorable. And,
Butterflies, thousands of them. You felt charmed and flustered. You were literally seeing stars, and every ragged breath you took felt like you were trying to breathe through broken glass; and he was there standing effortlessly, a smug smile never leaving his face. God, now you clearly understood why your grandma remembered him, even if it were only a single dance. His aura is unforgettable. He is unforgettable.
“Yeah erm, I know you- not like I really know you but.... Do you understand what i am trying to say?”
“Not really but you're so cute doll.”
“Thank you, so as uh- as I was saying, I have heard about you. Not from like- news and stuff, well i have heard about you from there too but my main point is-”
“God you are adorable.” He said as you noticed the slightest blush on him.
“Right...so well she was the one who told me about you, she did talk about you a few times. I always found you fascinating, because of how my grandma always said how charming you were. Also how brave you were. And just like all the good things.” You said as you played with your fingers nervously. You coudnt fucking understand why you were nervous- it seemed so weird.
“Well what can i say, i am really charming.” He said playfully. He knew that he was fucking hot and was fully taking the advantage of his charm. That fucker.
“Well so you got the answer to your question.” You said after a moment of what was a comfortable silence but you know what? Comfortable silence is overrated. It's always awkward; or maybe it's anxiety for you.
“Hey Class I am sorry I am late. I generally don't have afternoon classes.” The woman in her late 30s smiled as she walked in the class. She seemed unfazed by the fact that captain america was here- she did take a double take but other than that, completely unfazed. “Oh well I see the young man here already has his partner.” She continued as she smiled towards you and Bucky.
Bucky’s hand rested on your waist and he sent a smile to the teacher, “ Oh, yes mam she’s my partner.” You fucking froze. Steve's eyes wide as he smirked towards Bucky who merely rolled his eyes.
“Well that's great! So Mr. America can dance with me.” She said as she walked towards Steve. “Oh and y’all can call me phoebe”
“And please call me Steve,” Steve said, smiling kindly.
“Okay Steve, now let's begin class! Today we will be dancing to lover by Taylor swift. Pair up!.”
Bucky let go of your waist and held your hands as you faced each other. He nods and squeezes her hand. You’re dancing, feet clapping against the marble floor with everybody else’s, and you think this might be one of your favorite classes so far. She hardly knows what she’s doing, but Bucky does, and it’s enough to keep you moving around and around the room.
You feel light on her feet, and light in your heart, and lightheaded. You can’t keep the smile off your face as you dance, feeling like an idiot for the stupid grin on your face. He chuckles, and all too soon, the dance is over.
Your smile falters, but then the music begins again, this time a slower waltz. You almost backed away from him because maybe you were catching feelings for him. Before you can take more than one step back, Bucky pulled you back towards him, holding you flush against him.
You move slowly, carefully. You are so close to him that you cannot see his face, so you settle for resting your cheek on his chest, feeling the double beating of his hearts. He rests his chin on your hair and starts to hum along with the music. You can feel the vibrations from his voice, closing your eyes and imagining you are in a magical world where he is catching feelings for her in return.
The way he holds you in his arms makes you almost believe it.
You can tell that he repeatedly keeps you at arm’s length because he doesn’t want to hurt you, and it’s probably true, but you have a hard time believing it. The feeling of being lost from him rises in your chest, and you start to panic.
The song isn’t over, but you start to push him away, your heart racing. “Need fresh air,” you mutter as you dodge between Steve and Phoebe to get out. Just passing through the double doors into the garden’s cool air makes you calm down considerably. Walking over to a stone bench, you sit and raise your hands to your temples, closing your eyes and rubbing your head.
You don't understand this feeling- or why are you feeling it. We try so hard to hide what we feel from those who probably need to know our true feelings the most. We try to bottle up our emotions, as if it's somehow wrong to have natural reactions to life; but the thing is- they can't be ignored. You often wonder if it is safe to be just who you are, not denying any feelings and just living without wondering about what could have been or what will be.
A few minutes pass, and you know that he’s followed you out here. He stands awkwardly in front of you, finally sitting beside you, several inches away. When you gather up enough courage to look at him, his face is turned towards you, those blue eyes looking at you adoringly.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
You're surprised. “What for? I should be the one apologizin’. Runnin’ off like that, wasn’t very nice.” You took a deep breath,“I am afraid of my feelings James.”
“You don't have to be afraid of anything doll. They're natural and bottling them makes things worse.”
“Can I tell you something?”
“Okay. Y’know when you’re a kid and you’ve got this conception of what love is? It’s finding your Prince Charming and leaving home and falling in love overnight and living happily ever after. And you dream and dream because you’re a little kid with nothing and you can’t see a happy ending just livin’ on the Estate. One day you think you will find it- but you aren't sure if it will be worth it- if it- if it will be okay; or if you will ever find it, or get lost finding it..”
“You’ll be fine doll. You’re like 20 something? Feeling unsure and lost is part of your life. Don’t avoid it. See what those feelings are showing you and use it. Take a breath. You’ll be okay. Even if you don’t feel okay all the time.”
“Just ask how I'm feeling, I want to say. Just ask and I may tell you.”
“Oh really?” He smiled, “Well, doll how do you feel?”
“I am feeling like I am falling for you James.”
“I’d be your Prince Charming then.” He said softly, smiling.
“I would love that.” You said smiling, looking at him.
Darling, you're my, my, my, my
An/ hope you guys liked this one shot I tried my best <3 pls give my seires should have learned to let you stay a read!!! I will update soon <3 taking requests and hit me up with any questions u may have! Love you as always, athena
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Y/n: Tony! Tony! Look! *points at steve removing his mask/helmet* you see that?
Tony: umm what exactly dear?
Y/n: I have more beard than him! And I'm a girl!
Steve: I don't know if that's something to be proud of...?
Y/n: shut up! It took me *your age* years to grow it!
Tony: *taking every opportunity to disagree with steve* yeah, stfu steven!
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classified files: out of time — file ix
reese katherine reunites with her mother.
⍟༄ platonic!steve rogers x original character
⍟༄ depictions of grief, mentions of abduction and suicide
⍟༄ paragraph format — 1.3K words
masterlist | cf: out of time masterlist | bonus
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⍟༄ if i remember correctly, this specific scene was the reason why this whole work was written in the first place, besides the whole “blood daughter” idea.
⍟༄ if you’ve read this far, thank you so much for reading! especially if you still checked up on this despite my non-existent posting schedule. i appreciate every single one of you :]
It was four o’clock in the afternoon. The sky was already dark, yet there was still a remaining light hue surrounding it. Only a small fraction of the sun remained visible in the horizon, no longer providing light and warmth to those who were still out and about. Instead, it was finally the moon’s turn to shine upon the city.
Reese Carter found herself in the topmost unideal place to be once night fell: the cemetery. She was sitting on a well-maintained land of grass, just across a tombstone made of granite. There was no ounce of fear in her bloodstream, because she had always been safe with her mother around.
“Mum— Mummy,” she murmured. The fluidity of her voice made it clear that she was so used to having her mother around and her stutter conveyed her broken heart for the reality. “It’s Reese— Reese Katherine, your little warrior. D’you remember?”
As per the Avengers’ request, she was wearing a wire — an instrument that they said would help to keep her safe. Unbeknownst to her, however, the wire — which was just an earpiece, really — allowed a two-way communication between her and them.
“You adopted me when I was seven months old, in 1948. You named me and let Auntie Angie pick my first. You gave me my birthday — June 18th, which was the date they finalized my adoption.”
The heroes had to stiff a collective gasp. The date of Reese’s so-called birthday coincidentally happened to be identical to the second date on Peggy Carter’s tombstone — which, considering that she inherited her traits from her blood-parents, could only mean—
“Oh,” they heard the exact moment when the realization dawned on her, “you died on my birthday.” There it was, the pain of self-blame oozing in her voice. “Did you remember? Was your— was your memories of me too painful?”
The Avengers poked their heads from their hiding spots, seemingly anticipating something that might require their assistance — although not as Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, but as self-proclaimed guardians of a semi-stable teenager. Their eyes trailed her figure, but they were careful not to stare too intently.
Reese looked up at the sky, “Did I kill you, mother?”
Tears streamed down her face. Under the moonlight, they shone like stars. Her eyes, instead of holding innocent light, held agony and resignation. Upon noticing, Steve Rogers instinctively wanted to comfort her, but was stopped by Tony Stark with a small promise of “later.”
It took a while before the teen recovered from the burst of strong emotion that overtook her. Yet, when she finally did, she chose to continue her story. “When I was twelve, we were about to head to Auntie Ana’s. I had forgotten my hat at our flat, so I went back to get it. You stayed behind because I told you I would be quick — and I would have been, if it weren’t for the three men that ambushed me as soon as I opened the door.
“I tried to fight them using the techniques you taught me. I would’ve succeeded, too, but they injected me with some drug. I lost consciousness then.” Reese didn’t bother wiping her tears away, partly because they kept on coming. Her attention was directed to her mother’s tombstone, but she had a faraway look in her eyes.
“When I gained consciousness, I found myself strapped on a table. I didn’t know where they were taking me — I just know I was in an aircraft, so it must’ve meant I was being transported somewhere far. I was so— so frightened, mummy. What if they hurt you to get to me? What if you thought I left you on purpose?”
Reese’s tears flowed harder than waterfalls, yet she didn’t wail nor did she move from her spot. She remained distracted by the unknown from far away and was somehow indifferent.
“I heard accented voices and they were getting louder. I froze in fright, but I managed to close my eyes and pretend to be asleep. The voices eventually got clearer and I knew they were in the room I was in. They were talking in English, so I understood what they were talking about: it was me.”
Two sets of footsteps echoed through. Except for the engines that seemed to rumble underneath, it was relatively quiet. On the far-end corner, Reese Katherine was strapped on a table on both of her shoulders and hips. She was conscious, but was pretending to be asleep to buy herself more time to think of an escape route — as well as some alternatives.
“Choosing Captain Rogers’ liaison to care for Subject 374 might’ve been the best choice HYDRA made for the interest of the Demigods project.” Being restricted on using her sight to assess her situation, Reese relied on her sense of hearing. Although stereotypes were often inaccurate, she based their appearances on their voices.
“Indeed.” Both of the voices were coated with thick, Eurasian accents. They were unfamiliar to her and, thus, could be quite intimidating to hear. “Although she protected Subject 374 quite too well, don’t you think? She singlehandedly delayed HYDRA’s operation by two years, how can we be sure she hasn’t inflicted her blood?”
“We have anticipated that, of course, and we are prepared to erase such influences by any means necessary. HYDRA simply cannot afford any compromise — not in Demigods, not in anything else.”
“I presume you have found a cure for Subject 374’s airway inflammation?“ Unbeknownst to the gentlemen, while they were preoccupied on conversing, Reese was slyly and gradually freeing herself from her bonds. However, she made no attempt at escaping just yet.
“Unfortunately,” there was no hint of sadness in his voice. “But we did find a way to prevent it from interfering in Subject 374’s future occupation as HYDRA’s greatest weapon.
“She’ll bring the world on its knees, starting from her mother and those that helped put HYDRA on the ground.”
Reese had enough then.
“I ran through the whole airplane trying to find a way out. I was surrounded by enemies; by people I couldn’t trust, so I knew I had to escape as fast as possible. When I saw the door unattended, I knew it was my only chance.
“I jumped without any parachute. I jumped knowing that the plane was flying over a vast ocean. I jumped knowing that I would die. I jumped knowing that you were waiting for me back home and that I’d never see you again. I jumped thinking that it was better than being used as a mindless machine to hurt you; to hurt Auntie Ana, Uncle Jarvis, Uncle Howard, and Auntie Angie. I jumped thinking I was moments away from watching over you next to Captains Carter and Rogers.”
The Avengers held their breath. Reese hadn’t give any indication that she was familiar, besides his sacrifice and the aftermath of his decision, to Peggy and Steve’s relationship. However, based on how comfortable she was on mentioning his name — like he had been a big part of her life despite not being physically there, they could only assume that she and her mother talked about him more often than she initially let on.
“At that moment, I finally fully understood why Captain Rogers made his choice. I never meant to leave in the same matter he did, especially when I grew up witnessing how much that affected you, but it was the only way. I had to die, mum, to save thousands. A life — my life — for the world.”
Her tears kept coming still, but she couldn’t care less. She was just so exhausted, both emotionally and physically. She wouldn’t mind falling into another abnormally long slumber and not wake up from it at all, yet still chose to put a façade for her mother.
“I’ll be okay. Eventually.”
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Pair of Kings (1)
Chapter Summary: We meet the Nick Carraway of this twisted story, the Kings, and the Song Bird (Reader) The latter more so briefly)
Warnings: Slight Angst, Implied/Briefly mentioned Sexual Assault, Some intimidation on behalf of the Kings
Note - The story is Dark!Stucky x POC Reader, but I will try to be inclusive for all readers to enjoy. A little bit about the reader beforehand, she’s very shy and fragile (She also have severe anxiety which is heavily related to her relationship with Steve and Bucky). Yes some chapters will have lyrics from Kehlani’s “Gangsta” because that’s were I get most of my inspiration from.
What else?... Oh! Again, I just wanna say, the first chapter I uploaded—you can completely disregard it, it’s basically, sorta irrelevant. I didn’t really like where the ending left off. So, without further ado, here’s the real chapter one!
Happy reading! 🕊
Chapter One : Golden Goose
I smoothed over my blazer, secretly feeling for my knife, cellphone, and gun. It had turned into a frequent habit since I took this job.
About, a little over a month ago, me and my older brother had gotten into a nasty argument I’d rather not get into. I’ve been on my own since for over a year, getting gigs here and there, just to stay afloat. That is, until an old friend from college ran into me at a bar.
One of the other patrons hadn’t been too kind to the lady tending the bar, and as Dean would put it, I couldn’t help but put on my cape and help her out. Pretty quickly, things escalated, but ended with me tossing him out.
The barmaid, Larissa- read her name tag, was pretty shaken up. “You alright? Did he hurt you?” I asked, taking up space between too empty stools. She jumped up, nibbling in her lip, “Yeah,” she gulped deeply, “I just, thanks.” Her eyes glossed as she looked at me.
I smile softly, hopefully to ease her nerves. I know, because I’m so tall, and my arms are muscular, I have the uncanny advantage of intimidation. My uncles used to call me moose for it.
“No problem,” slowly I lowered myself into the seat. Larissa straightened up, looking over my shoulder as someone approached. “Hey Parker.” Larissa sheepishly waved, she moved swiftly and produced a small glass onto the counter. In it, amber liquid swirled alluringly.
“You okay?” The man asked. The click of his shoes became audible as he moved into the stool beside me. “I’m so sorry babe, Andrew is supposed to be working the floor- You alright?” He sputters out, reaching to her and holding her hand tenderly.
Larissa blushes, looking through her hair at me. “Ye-yeah. This guy,” she looked to me to fill the blanks. “Sam.” I nodded, turned up two fingers in a sheepish wave. The man, Parker, turned to me as I turned to him. Recognition bloomed in his zircon brown eyes. “Sam Winchester?” He asks in unbelief. Glad to have run into a familiar face, I gushed. “Spider boy Parker!”
We both lean in for a brief friendly hug, Parker spoke to Larissa, explaining that we had a few classes back in University before he packed up to peruse computer-science on a Stark Industries scholarship here, in New York.
Throughout the night, I longed with Peter, we dealt with rowdy patrons and did a lot of catching up.
“So Sammy, what’re you up too these days?” Peter asks over the rim of his cognac glass. I shrugged, glancing at him from the corner of my eye; I noted his clean tailored suit, the seam work very expensively weaved. “Uh not much, working here and there, but nothing stable.”
Peter chuckles, and sets his glass down. “What’ve you been doing for work?” His tone was amusing but accusatory. “Uh,” I thought, “Bouncer gigs, delivery service. I was a fry cook for about two days.” I chuckle dryly.
“What happened?” His eyes sparkle mischievously. “Splashed my boss with grease for sexually assaulting the cashier.” I shrugged. “Then of course I got arrested.” We both laugh and smile at that. Parker clears his throat. “Where’s Dean in all this?”
I sigh heavily, “He settled down, got married to his High school sweetheart Cassie. They’re expecting soon.” Parker blows raspberries, “Sounds tough.”
I shrug, “It’s whatever, big brothers gotta grow up. We all do sometimes.”
Peter nods his head, “What about you Sammy? You ready to grow up?”
I stare at him pointedly. He still has that mischief glint in his eyes, a twist to his sneaky smirk. “What do you mean Peter?” Peter reaches over, slapping his hand on my shoulder.
His smirk grows into a grin. I’m skeptical, but, I lean in and entertain it. “I saw what you did for Rissa. You’re good at defending others, taking surveillance-“
“Pete,” I cut him off in the middle of his sales pitch. “Just get to it, please.”
Peter rolls his eyes, with his other hand, he reaches for his glass and takes a drink. “You need a job and there’s been an opening.” He grins, “You gonna grow up and take it?”
I eye him, sitting back from him. “What’s this job?” Peter leans forward, “Just some security work, the pays good, the jobs easy. Sure the Kings may assign particular jobs, but for the most-“
“Wait, hold on. The Kings? As in,” I leaned forward to keep our conversation more discreet. “Steven and James? The underground’s most known and revered bosses?”
Peter chuckles, “Yeah, who do you think owns this joint? Clearly our new guy isn’t subpar, but you are. The Kings take good care of their employees. What you’ll be doing is mostly legit.”
I mull over his words. “So what do you way? You want the job or no?” Peter looks at me eagerly before saying, “If it’ll convince you more, it’ll get you out of whatever shit hole you’re in now.”
I shudder thinking of the dingy, whole in the wall, motel I’m currently living in. “I gotta think about it.” I shrug. Peter nod and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a large stack of cash. He takes out a large sum from the stack. “Knowing you, you’re probably somewhere shitty. Take this,” He places the money in my palm. “Get a nice room.”
“Peter I can’t take this.” I protest. He shakes his head, brows creasing. He reaches over the bar for a tooth pick, as he cliché as he is, he places it between his lips to complete the whole ‘Professional Gangster’ look. “Nonsense, you earned it for your work tonight. Let this be a sign of good faith from me, and an olive branch on behalf of the Kings.”
Peter was up with his glass and walking away. It was after he left that I realized the bar was nearly empty. I finished my drink, ready to leave. “I hope you take the job.” The meek voice spoke behind me. I look over my shoulder to Larissa, her cheeks were tinged pink. “It’d be nice to have someone like you working here from time to time.”
I nod and smile, wishing her a good and safe night. As i begin heading back to the motel a sleek black car rolled up to the front entrance. My curiosity peaked when I spied the license plate: K1NGS. I leaned against the brick of the building and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
I don’t smoke, but I had grabbed them impulsively. I pulled one out and pretended to look for a lighter. Two men got out, talk as me, if not taller. They were coordinated, wore matching dark grey suits and black ties. They both had matching, hard blue eye. One blond. The other brunet.
The blond spotted me and nodded. The brunet saw me after. In his left hand, a metal hand to my surprise, a cigarette sat between two bionic fingers. “Need a light?” The brunet asks. “Yeah, thanks.” He stepped forward, pulling out a lighter. The blond had his phone out, thumbing through it. The brunet lit my stack and I inhaled.
“Parker says Andrew didn’t show tonight.” The blond muttered annoyed. The brunet took a drag of his cigarette, “Yeah?” He muttered to the other. He nodded to me and turned to meet the blond. “Yeah.” The blond rolled his eyes. “Luckily he says he has a prospect.” The blond looked at the brunet as they spoke, then he looked to me and nodded again.
Both men head inside, murmuring to themselves. My eyes look back to the car. The back door opens again by the curbside. Two legs come out before the whole figure got out. A small woman, with beautiful braided hair heads to the front door, in her hair were little jewels.
She wore black heels, dark blue jeans and a black long sleeve. She didn’t glance my way, and her hair skewed her face so I couldn’t make out any features, as she briskly walked after the two me . The car remained running with a driver inside.
I left shortly after, and about a block later, I tossed the burning stick.
Two weeks had gone by. I got a part time job at a local twenty-four hour seven-eleven. My shift was two hours away from being finished. My supervisor was in the back, no doubt counting the bills in the safe, and I sat slumped over a boring magazine.
The bell chime alerted me that someone, or rather multiple persons, had entered the establishment. “I offer you,” I immediately look up at the sound of Peter’s voice, “A great job, and you get a job here?” I chuckle at him, slapping his hand in a greeting handshake, and close the magazine. Behind him, the blond and the brunet survey the small convenient store. I could tell they were listening.
“It was convenient.” I shrug. “Bullshit,” Peter rolls his eyes and we share a laugh, behind a candy shelf I could hear the two men mutter to themselves. “Get her that.” The brunet points. “She doesn’t eat those.” The blond murmurs back. “Yes she does, just get em.”
“You’re stalling Sam.” Peter speaks to me. “I’m not stalling. I’m just trying to not-”
“I told you, you’ll be doing legit stuff. Promise.” He grins. Both men approached the checkout counter with a variety of candy and soda. I ring it up as I feel all three pairs of eyes on me. “This the guy?” I glance up and see the blond turn to Peter, the latter nods, “Yeah.”
“I know you.” The brunet squints, his voice dull but certain with recognition. He takes the bag of candy and slides over his card. “Gave you a light.” I nod at him, “Than-”
“You didn’t smoke it though.” He interrupted me, his squint darkening.
I’m stunned, caught in my charade. “Peter says you helped out Larissa?” He asks pointedly. Sheepishly, I nod, handing back his card and receipt. “It was no big issue.”
The blond smirks. He sticks out his hand, I take it and firmly shake it. “I’m Steven, this is James,” he nodded to his counter part. “Doors still open if you want part time. But if you want the real job, find Parker and we’ll get you situated.” Steven nods.
His counterpart, James, was already half way out the door speaking to someone outside. “Oh, okay sir.” I nod at him. Steven chuckles. “We don’t bite, and we don’t usually offer in person. Hope to hear from you.” There was a dark edge to his voice as he surveyed me. He turns and nods to Peter before heading out.
Peter pulls up two snickers from the checkout counters snack rack. “Well, you heard him. There’s a part time offer, and a full time offer. It’s worth it Sammy- don’t stall.” He slid over forty dollars, thirty-eight dollars or so, more than the chocolates original price. “I don’t know Pete-”
“Sam,” Peter suddenly got serious. “The Kings don’t offer jobs, and they certainly don’t do in person meetings. I vouched for you because I’m your friend.” He leaned forward onto the counter. “The Kings have influence everywhere, you think we came here by chance? No, Louis’s loan is up.” He nodded to the back.
“Don’t take too long. James doesn’t take too kindly to hesitancy, and Steven’s more controlled, but just as brutal.”
I nod at him and sigh. “Okay, alright. I’ll start off with part time.” Peter grins, “Good. See you tomorrow night, five-PM. Now, I have to go pay Louis a visit. You can go home early.”
I took heed to the warning, and I took the part time job. I worked at the bar for three weeks before I met the Kings, Steven and James, once more. We spoke for a few minutes and soon I had taken the legit job.
Now I’m here, standing along the front a of the VIP section in the night club. I watched over the entrance with the VIP bouncer, as well as keeping an eye on the patrons who were already drunk.
Steven and James sat in royal velvet red couches corded off away from the others. Again, I secretly pay down my belongings, prepared for anything.
A small woman approached the red cord to VIP. Her hair was half dyed a startling purple, and some of her hair covered her eyes, and the bridge of her nose. Her nose was pierced, her cheeks flushed, and her lips swollen. She’d been dressed down in a dark blue dress that hugged her curved in a complimentary way. And she work black heels.
She barely reached my chest as she looked up. “Hi.” she murmurs sheepishly, a tremble rang in her tone.
The bouncer began to lift the cord but I stopped him. “ID?” It was protocol to ask. Although, I felt bad. She clearly had no way of holding one on her person.
“What’re you doing?” The bouncer, Avery, asks me incredulously. I frown, “Following protocol. No ID, no entry.” Avery glares at me. “Sorry miss.” I tell her and nod. Avery, with a very clipped and strained tone looks up at me dangerously, “Are you fucking nuts?” He snaps, “Do you know who she is?” He hisses at me.
“Please don’t yell.” The woman meekly requests, her voice thin, a tremble in her tone. Avery went to let her in again, and again I stopped him. I glare at him pointedly, “No ID, no entry-”
“What seems the be the hold up?” The cold voice asks. James moves, rather shoves, past me and Avery. Forcefully he knocks over the cord, anger seeping from his pores. Steven stares pointedly between us three, me, Avery and the shy woman. “This lady didn’t have any ID.” I tell him honestly. I look to James he stands over the woman, easily dwarfing her. His hands are around her waist and he’s pressed tightly to her.
“This idiot wasn’t trying to-” Steven shakes his head. “Following protocol, he’s new Meyers. Why didn’t you tell him, huh?”
The woman and James begin to move past us. It was hard to hear what he said to her, but his words had her warm brown cheeks rousing a rosy color quickly. Steven had glared down at Avery, but his expression became passively cool when looking at me.
“She’s our song bird. It’s not often she’s out with us, but she’s ours.” I looked past his shoulder to find James on the velvet couch. The woman draped over his lap and giggling. It was the first time I had seen James smile. Ever. “Eyes here Winchester.” Steven chuckled.
I stare at him and nod. “She’s with you,” I confirmed, “Is there any others I should like out for?” I ask out of courtesy. Steven chuckles, a little more heavier. He calms himself, “No, just the one.”
He returns to James and the Song bird. Sitting on the other side of James so she’s between them. He leaned over and kissed along her neck as James kissed her lips. “Don’t stare too long,” Avery mutters bitterly. “Actually, don’t stare at all. The Kings are very territorial about their Queen.”
I nod at him and resume my position. However, I grew curious if the coupling and peeked over. To my surprise, Steven and James were already watching, the woman, Song bird, the Queen hadn’t been between them.
I didn’t look around to find her. Instead, I looked ahead. “I’ll give you some advice,” Avery spoke again. “Don’t go snooping after the golden goose.” His gray eyes were hard and yet fearful at the same time. “The giants don’t forgive and the won’t forget.”
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just for you, honeybee (1/?)
pairing: bucky barnes x female!reader, steve rogers x reader (platonic!)
word count: 3,172
warnings: a few curse words, bucky being cute, steve being awkward but also a great friend
authors note: hello! this is my first ever post on this account and the first chapter to a new series! im not sure how many chapters this is going to be as i got inspiration to write it a few days ago but im hoping to keep up with it. also, once TFATWS ends, i intend to do a series based on that as well! anywho, i hope you enjoy this and please leave feedback/lmk what i can do to improve! thank u :)
summary: dating back to 1943, you, james barnes, and steve rogers were best friends, including bucky being your boyfriend. when you get a notice that bucky died in the war, you make it your mission to find closure for yourself and protect steve as he is the only remaining piece of bucky you have left. once you are offered the super soldier serum, you and steve must make your way through world war 2 - and the unknown future hardships to come.
James Bucky Barnes laid across from you on your bed, eyes softly glancing over your features as your hand grazed over his cheek and jawline. You chuckled to yourself, “looking a bit scruffy, Buck.”
He hummed, eyes now fluttering closed at your touch, “thought you liked it, doll.”
With a quick kiss to his lips, you nodded, “oh I do, don’t worry – no reason not to, really.”
Bucky let out a soft laugh before he ran a hand over your cheek, “I gotta get goin’ soon, doll. ‘Uniforms at Becca’s.”
With a sigh, you rolled onto your back and stretched, “she’s a saint, you know, washing and steaming your uniform for you.”
Bucky nodded in agreement with you, “that I do know, honeybee. I’ll meet you at Stevie’s, yeah?”
As you got out of your shared bed, you looked back at Bucky, “of course! Gotta see you off before you go put your life on the line, no big deal.” Bucky quickly dropped the conversation immediately after, understanding how you're feeling.
You weren’t mad at Bucky for joining the army – you couldn’t be, it wasn’t his fault. He was drafted and you knew that if he could stay, he would; and you knew you were being slightly immature about him leaving. You just wanted more time with him. So many people you knew had received letters that their loved ones hadn’t come back, that they had died in battle. It wasn’t fair, but when was life perfectly balanced?
By the time you got changed and got yourself cleaned up, Bucky was straightening out his shirt before he turned towards you, eyes hesitant. You walked to him, buttoning up his final buttons before you ran your hands over his shirt, “I’ll see you soon, Buck, okay?”
Bucky ran his tongue over his lips, “I know, honeybee. Try to keep Steve out of trouble for the time being, okay?”
You laughed, “I’ll certainly try my best – now get outta here!” With a smack to his ass, Bucky gave you one last kiss before he headed out the door to see his sister, Rebecca. You had asked her to iron Bucky’s uniform before he got sent off to war, wanting him to look his best – but you were sure he would look handsome in anything.
Looking in the mirror, you straightened out your favorite belted Peter Pan collar dress, fit with a pair of white heels; only the best for your Buck. You had begged him multiple times to let you register to become a nurse, in the slight chance of being close to him, but he always responded with the same answer: “I want to make sure I have someone to come home to, doll.”
You’d never tell him, but your heart warmed every time he said that.
Doing one more look-over, you smiled to yourself, grabbing your purse as you headed out the door. Steve’s apartment was only a few blocks away from your own, and honestly, you wanted to spend more time with him before Bucky left. The two were inseparable, and you knew Steve was going to struggle with Bucky being gone – that, and the unknowing if he’ll come back.
With sharp and prideful steps, you made your way across the street, saying hello to familiar faces and grabbing a newspaper from Grover, a vendor along the streets of Brooklyn. He stopped you before you headed off, “heard your boy’s goin’ off to war, y/n. How ya doin’?”
With a soft chuckle, you glanced down at the newspapers in your hands – one for you, Steve, and Bucky while he was on the train. You looked back at Grover, “I could be better, if I’m being honest. But I know he’s doing a good thing, so my silly feelings shouldn’t hold him back, Grove.”
Grover grumbled with a roll of his eyes, “you and your selflessness, just like ya ma. I’m telling yous, y/n, that boy loves you to the moon and back. Ain’t nothing he wouldn’t do for ya; if you asked him to stay, he’d go and fake his death to make sure you two go runnin’ off into the sunset together.”
With a laugh, you pushed the tears back, “and I love him too, Grove – but I can’t ask him to just not go. That just isn’t how it is, you know?”
Grover nodded, “yeah, kid, I know. . .Now get lost, I got customers to deliver these too.”
You glanced down at the stack of newspapers, “I’m headed over to Steve’s, anyone near his you gotta drop them off to?”
The vendor let out a hum and rested his head in his palm, “hmm, I think just Richie and Betty Davis right next to Rogers’ place. They get two, you good carryin’ an extra bundle?”
You gave Grover a look as he held up his hands, “just as fierce as ya mama, too – and being Barnes’ girl, probably the wrong question to ask.”
With a laugh, you held out your stack of papers, “pile them on, Gro. I’ll see you later, alright?” The vendor nodded and shoo’ed you away as you continued your journey to Steve’s apartment. Once you arrived, you left two newspapers on his neighbor’s doorstep, knocking once as you crossed back over to Steve’s.
As the Davis’ door opened, you knocked on Steve’s, already hearing rustling inside. Betty was at her door, “y/n? That you, sweetheart?”
With a turn, you greeted Mrs. Davis with a smile, “hi Mrs. Davis, how are you? How are the kids?”
The woman smiled back, “’mm, they’re good – always askin’ when the next batch of those delicious brownies are coming!”
You laughed and noticed Steve had opened the door, small statute waiting until you were done talking with Betty, “I’ll drop them by the next time I get to bakin’, Mrs. Davis. I’ll see you!” You waved to her, as did Steve, as he stepped aside to let you in.
Steve looked at the newspapers, then back at you, “you look great, y/n. . . Looks like I’ll be tellin’ Buck to shut his mouth when he sees you.”
You chuckled, “’cus he’ll catch flies or the obscenities he’ll be sayin’?”
Steve let out a laugh, “both, definitely both.”
Now that you both were in the safehouse of his apartment, you finally got a good look at your little army-hopper. He spotted a new black eye and a small cut on his cheek, yet he still looked as if he could go again if he wanted to. You nodded towards him, “where’d you get into a scuffle at this time?”
He shifted his feet until he let out a sigh, “behind a theatre. They were showin’ commercials for the army and some guy just started saying stuff.”
With a bite of your cheek, you sat down on one of his chairs, “so you had to fight him?”
“Just gotta be one of the good guys in the neighborhood, y/n.”
“I know, Stevie.”
An hour had passed and, in the meantime, you and Steve enjoyed some tea and tried to complete your own crossword puzzles. A small conversation had taken place between the two of you, talking about plans once Bucky was off fighting the war. You had talked about Steve moving in with you, but he was always so stubborn, wanting to prove that he could live on his own. You never thought that he couldn’t, but it could be a money saver.
One more glance at the clock, you figured it would be almost time for Bucky to show up. And, just like that, a knock was heard from the door and you smiled, getting up to answer it as Steve stayed back, grumbling at the pieces of paper in his hands. Opening the door, you saw your James Buchanan Barnes standing tall and proud in his new uniform.
Bucky whistled, glancing over your outfit as you did the same to him, “you look gorgeous, honeybee – even though I told you to not dress up.”
He stepped inside the apartment as you crossed your arms, “I mean, Steve agrees that this is kind of a big deal, so I think a nice dress will suffice.”
Steve and Bucky clasped hands and Bucky nudged his shoulder, “thought you were supposed to be a good influence on my girl, Steve.”
The smaller man shrugged, “kind of is a big deal.”
Bucky shuffled his feet, “yeah, well, I don’t want it to be. Let’s just go to the future and then see me off, alright?” The three of you stood in silence, light tension hanging in the air. With a sigh, you grabbed your purse, “well, off we go! C’mon now, boys.”
Bucky, you, and Steve headed to New York World’s Fair, hooked arms leading towards Howard Stark’s Expo. With bright lights, fireworks, and amazing technology surrounding you, your eyes failed to see Bucky staring at you with so much adoration. He never wanted to leave you – he’d stay if he could – but he had been drafted. All he wanted to do was stay in Brooklyn with you and Steve, and just never leave your arms. Hell, really, wherever you went, he went.
But that wasn’t the case in this scenario.
With a hand on your waist, Bucky looked up at Stark’s presentation of his repulsor technology with a flying car, head shaking in disbelief. While his car may have only hovered for a few seconds, the idea of not even needing to touch the ground to drive absolutely boggled your mind. During the presentation, Steve glanced up at you two and silently snuck off, hoping you didn’t notice his absence for too long. But he knew you and how observant and protective you were.
However, once you glanced around after a few minutes and found Steve in front of an army poster within the United States Armed Services Recruitment center. Squeezing Bucky’s hand, you slightly pulled him towards where Steve was, trying his best to fit his head within the frame.
With a slight push of his shoulder, Bucky nodded his head towards the Expo, “come on, we’re goin’ dancing – and hopefully find yourself a girl.”
Steve shook his head, “you – uh – you go ahead, I’ll catch up later.” He looked around, trying to divert the conversation between him and his best friend.
“Steve,” you started, “please? Just this one night?”
Bucky held your hand as he looked back at Steve, “you’re really gonna do this again?”
“I just – guys, it’s a fair, I’ll try my luck,” he started, looking between you both.
Beside you, you felt Bucky grow agitated, “that’s who, Steve from Ohio?”
“Bucky,” you said, squeezing his hand once more, “let him try one more, okay? We can go dancing and Steve will catch up later. If he doesn’t, I’ll hang his head on my wall like a prize.”
The boys let out a chuckle as Steve continued, “one last time, alright? I promise I’ll come later on – Mac’s, right?”
You nodded your head as Bucky sighed beside you, “don’t think you got to prove anything, Steve.” A small pause came over the three of you as Bucky continued, “don’t do anything stupid until I get back.”
You started to walk back with Bucky, letting go of his hand as he continued his conversation with Steve as he let out a small laugh, “how can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.”
You held up a finger at Steve, “you better mean that about himself, Rogers.”
Steve held up his hands, “yes ma’am! And Bucky –“
Bucky turned around once more to his best friend, “don’t win the war until I get there.” With a mock salute, Bucky dragged you back towards the Expo as you waved back at Steve, making sure he’d meet you at the bar before your boyfriend was shipped off.
With a sigh, Bucky wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as he kissed your head, “that punk is gonna get himself in all loads of trouble, honeybee.”
You held his hand that was around your shoulder, “I’ll keep Stevie in his place. Seriously, Buck, try not to worry about him.”
“I just,” Bucky gripped your hand, “I don’t wanna come back to nothing, you know? Steve’s my best friend and if he somehow gets himself killed here or in the war, I don’t know what I’d do.”
You pulled Bucky to a stop, putting your hands on his cheeks, “James, look at me, please.” With soft eyes, Bucky looked into yours, “I promise you, Steve is going to be okay – he won’t do anything stupid, at least without me. We’re going to be okay, and you will, too. . .’cus if you aren’t, I may go and kill Hitler myself.”
Bucky chuckled, “I don’t doubt that for a minute, sweetheart. I love you, you know that, right?”
You leaned up, kissing Bucky softly before pulling back, hands tight on your waist, “I love you too. Now C’mon, I wanna go to Mac’s and celebrate my newfound freedom.”
Bucky groaned and pulled you even closer, “maybe I should tell Steve to keep an eye on you.”
With a mock salute of your own, you giggled at your boyfriend, “aye, sir, my new mission is to protect Steven Grant Rogers from being an idiot!”
Bucky couldn’t help but laugh, “toughest job in this whole war, honeybee.”
As the night continued on, Steve actually showed up to Mac’s and had a new look in his eyes.
‘Hmm,’ you thought to yourself, ‘looks like I gotta ask him about something later.’
Steve, you, and Bucky didn’t drink, but instead enjoyed each other’s company before Buck was shipped off; this really only included Bucky and Steve making fun of each other and you keeping the boys in line. Laughs and a few smacks on the head filled the atmosphere, but you knew it wouldn't last long.
By the time it was nearing close to Bucky’s train departure, the three of you took to the streets and headed to the train station, silence enveloping you. Bucky’s hand was wrapped tightly around yours as you dreaded this goodbye, even if you had high hopes he’d return to you and Steve.
At the sight of the train and fellow troops heading into their cabins, Bucky turned to Steve, “you take care of yourself, alright punk? I don’t want any letters from my girl telling me that you’ve been actin’ out.”
Steve shoved his shoulder, “you’re acting like I’m 12 years old again. I’ll be fine, Buck.”
Bucky nodded, but looked to his best friend, “and Steve?”
Steve held his breath but let go, “yeah, Bucky?”
“Please take care of her.”
Steve glanced back at where you stood, picking your nails as your anxiety was pricking at your skin. He nodded, “I will.”
Bucky let out a sigh of relief, “thank you, pal. I love her, so make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid either, okay?” Steve nodded in response.
Bucky then headed over to where you were standing, his eyes raking over your beautiful dress, your heels, and most importantly, your face. He did not want to forget a single thing about you or your features – he wanted them committed to memory. With a gentle hand, Bucky tilted your chin up towards him, “you alright, honeybee?”
You nodded, too afraid to use your voice as tears flooded your eyes. Trying to dry them up anyway, you nodded once more, unable to look at Bucky. He sighed, “c’mere, sweet girl, I got you.”
With no hesitation, you fell into Bucky’s arms, tears threatening to fall as you felt his hands rest upon your back and your head. You sniffled, “I’m going – I’m going to miss you so much, Jamie – so, so much.”
Bucky kissed your head, “I’m gonna miss you too, sweetheart. Don’t you dare think that I won’t for a second. You’ll be the first thing on my mind every second of the day.”
You breathed, “can living through this war be the first thing on your mind? And maybe completing a crossword puzzle?"
Bucky let out a small laugh but held you tighter, “just for you, honeybee.” Pulling back, he wiped away stray tears that threatened to fall from your eyes, a soft smile on his face. “You’re gonna be alright, and I’ll be comin’ home to you in no time.”
You nodded, a few tears slipping free from your eyes as you looked up at Bucky, thumbs rubbing over his cheeks and light stubble. You slowly traced over his lips, his nose, and his eyebrows, committing everything about him to memory. With a small smile, you leaned up, catching him in a kiss once more, “stay safe, you hear me? And take this damn thing with you - maybe you'll complete it." With gentle hands, you handed him the newspaper you had gotten today.
He carefully took the newspaper from you, already hoping the crossword puzzle would be easy this time around. Then, Bucky pecked your lips before he headed towards the train, “gotta come back for my best girl. I love you!”
As he stepped onto the train and hung out the window of a cabin, he continued yelling, “I love you, y/n l/n! I love you!”
You cried, a bright smile on his face, “I love you too, James Buchanan Barnes!” Blowing kisses towards him, both you and Steve watched as the train slowly started to pull away, seeing him mindlessly hand his ticket to the worker, not bothering to tear his eyes away from you or his best friend.
“I love you!” he shouted once more, all before his train sped up, leaving you and Steve behind on the platform.
Wiping your eyes and your nose with a cloth, you cleared your throat and turned to Steve, “gah, sorry. Let’s uhm – do you want to head back to my place?”
Steve nodded towards you, “yeah, yeah that sounds good. You alright?” He hooked your arm with his as you headed out of the station, continuing to wipe your eyes. “Yeah,” you started, “I’m okay. I knew this was coming. . . I guess I just hated the whole ‘saying goodbye,’ you know?”
Your best friend rubbed the back of his neck, “I get it, y/n, but he’ll come back – he has a reason to, and that’s you.”
Your heart fluttered, and tears welled up in your eyes once more. With a quick sniffle, you reached into your purse and grabbed your key, unlocking your door to your apartment. Once inside, you quickly got to making tea for you and Steve, something to get your minds off of your missing puzzle piece.
Once tea was made and you both were sitting in your living room, you turned to him, “tell me, Stevie. Please.”
Steve looked at you, a confused look etched upon his face, “tell you what?”
You leaned back into your chair, picking at your nails once more, “what happened at the recruitment office? I’ve known you long enough to see that there’s something you’re not telling me, there’s something in your eyes, Stevie, so please, just tell me.”
Steve seemed shocked that you were able to read him like that, but was defeated. With a sigh, he turned and reached into his handbag, pulling out a file, “there was this Doctor there, Doctor Erskine, who uh – he approved me for the army, y/n. But it’s for an experiment, something they call a super-soldier experiment, I’m not sure. But, I’m going – I leave in a couple days.”
How is your world falling apart this quickly?
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Platonic male reader x bucky
The reader used to train with bucky in Hydra. Making the reader one of the best secret agent(s) in th world. (Think Ethan Hunt & John Wick wrapped into one) The reader is a master at C.Q.C & marksman who has near excellent healing abilities. On a strike in a hydya gulag the reader escapes faking his death. Two years go by while in the reader is living a normal, when Bucky hunts down the reader to bring him onto captain America team.
Pairing: Bucky x platonic!male reader
Warnings: Mentions of violence, mentions of torture, PTSD attack, some fluff, sad Bucky (yes it’s a warning). If I left anything out let me know.
Word Count: 3976
A/N: This was requested by @lunchawx. I really hope this is close to what you were looking for. I know there weren’t many fight scenes in here where the reader could show off their marksmanship, but I tried my best. All mistakes are mine.
I wish I could tell you how my life turned upside down. I can’t though. I don’t remember how I even got to the base in Siberia, or how I came to America. All I know is that this has been my life, and I knew nothing more. I knew nothing more than being a sharpshooter, and a good soldier. I couldn’t remember if I had any family, or what family really was. I was a soldier. That’s it. Nothing more, nothing less.
The person I felt like I could really trust was the one who had been here the longest. He knew the best moves when it came to fighting. It was an honor to train with him. We were a challenge for each other, and I felt that was why we worked well together. We had the same mindset, and knew what had to be done, and just did it. No questions asked.
When we were in Siberia we trained together, and went on missions together. We made the perfect team, and we always found solace in each other’s company. A bit of peace in the midst of the chaos.
There was always one thing that separated the two of us from each other. He was just a soldier who was made into an assassin with new hand to hand combat skills. He was recruited for his military background. I was recruited for my healing abilities. They then turned me into a killing machine, and used my powers for their benefit.
I didn’t see it then, but I see it now, as I look back on my time with the group. HYDRA was nothing more than a place for them to corrupt the easily corrupted. I was one of them. Barnes was too. He said he didn’t really know much about his past, and when he thought he started to fit the pieces together, they took him away. He always came back different. More damaged, and quieter. I never liked it when they took him away. I didn’t like the man who came back right after.
It would take Barnes days to go back to his normal self. The normal self I knew. That only grew worse when we came to America. Mr. Pierce wasn’t the friendliest. I was the only other of the army HYDRA was making that was escorted with Barnes. I didn’t get decent treatment either. I was treated better than Barnes.
One time I remember very distinctly, Barnes was hurt so bad from keeping a mission report from Pierce they asked me to heal him, so they could continue to torture him. It wasn’t fair. I had to heal him, just for him to get hurt again, and have to heal him once more. Over and over again I did this. I had no choice, but I never thought they would hurt me. Not really, but I also couldn’t risk calling their bluff.
“I need you to eliminate someone for me. Once he’s dead you can be free. Free from all of this. No more killing.” Pierce promised Barnes as he prepared him for this mission.
“If he does this, we’ll be free to leave?” I asked, not trusting a word he was saying.
“Oh he will be free to go, but you, on the other hand, aren’t going anywhere. We could use someone with your abilities. Not only are you trained like the Winter Soldier, but you have more to add to our little group than he does. He has been a gift to mankind, but you will be the greatest gift known in the history of mankind.”
“So Barnes will be free, but I won’t?”
“There must always be sacrifices made.”
“As long as he gets to go free, I will make that sacrifice.”
“Y/l/n, you can’t do that for me. You deserve your freedom too.”
“I won’t get my freedom till I’m dead. I’m sorry Barnes. It’s the way the world turns.”
Barnes looks down with a sad look in his eyes. I knew this conversation would cost him a great deal of torture. Pierce needed him sharp and ready to kill, not all mopey and emotional.
“Prep him.” Pierce spoke.
“Yes sir.” One of the scientists answered.
They took Barnes away, and I felt responsible for that. The S.H.I.E.L.D. Strike crew came in and had me wear a disguise to make sure that launch day for project insight went according to plan. I just hoped that Barnes would be okay, and he would finally be free. Get away from all this fighting and blood shed. Though it was the very thing we had been created to do.
After the assassination of the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., I stayed close and guarded the building. My target was Captain America himself, and all I could say was this was going to be a difficult task, even for me. I watched from one of the balconies to watch for him, when I heard the others over comms say he was headed for the garage, and to shut down the bridge. This was my chance to hit where he least expects it.
I aimed, and waited for him to get in range. One of the jets came out to block his path, and I took my chance to shoot one of his tires, but I took the shot, he jumped onto the jet, and took it down. He took off on foot. I knew I was in for it.
“You had your chance to shoot him, and you missed. Maybe you’re not as good as they say you are.” Rumlow shouted.
“Look, I was aiming for his tire, make him roll and give you time to get him.”
“Next time, you do things our way. Not yours.” He glared at me before walking off.
“Not here! Getting an assignment!” He said, as he walked down the hall disappearing around the corner.
I went to the training room and waited for him. He eventually showed up, but I knew that he was going to be quiet this entire time. There was no use even trying to talk to him. He wouldn’t even acknowledge that I was saying anything. After our training, he walked away, and prepped for his next assignment.
“You okay Barnes?”
He just looked at me, then went back to what he was doing. This wasn’t normal. I knew that what Pierce did to him this time had gone too far.
“Barnes talk to me. At least say something. A word, or sentence, anything to tell me you are still there.”
“I’m here. I have to go.”
He never gave me the cold shoulder like that before. I knew he had to focus, and we would talk later. So I geared up, and followed Rumlow, and his team. We waited till we heard a police dispatch for backup for gunfire near the highway. Our trucks headed out, and arrested Black Widow, Captain America, and some other guy who I had never seen before.
Rumlow tells me to head to the location, and be ready to shoot if things go wrong. I nod and head to the location where we would execute these three felons. I set up my stuff and prepared to aim. Rumlow came into view and signaled to abort the mission. I get down, and we head back to our facility. I walk in, and see that Barnes is fighting one of the scientists. I have only seen him fight back a handful of times. Pierce usually tortured him really bad, so he was mostly well behaved.
Pierce walks in and he doesn’t look very happy, “mission report.” Barnes doesn’t answer, he just has this far off dazed look, “mission report.” When he didn’t get an answer the second time, he slapped Barnes across the face.
“Who was the man on the bridge?” He asked, and he looked so sad.
“You met him earlier on another mission.” Pierce spoke.
“I knew him.” Barnes looked even sadder, knowing that, saying these words, he would be punished.
“Your work has been a gift to mankind, and I need you to do it one more time.” Pierce said sitting down.
“But I knew him.” Barnes gives a sad smile. He knew he was in for it now, and I couldn’t sit and watch this. Barnes needed to get out of this situation, and so did I.
“Sir he’s been out of the ice too long.”
“Then wipe him, and start over.” Pierce ordered.
They strap him in and begin to wipe him, Rumlow motions me to follow him and his men, and we follow Pierce out. We station all over the S.H.I.E.L.D. facility, and make sure that no one disturbs project insight launch. I stick with Rumlow, so he has protection. I could risk getting hurt, but I din;t want the others to risk the same thing. As we heard Captain America over the intercom, we headed to the launching station to initiate an early launch.
The employees gave a little trouble, but it was nothing we couldn’t handle. Especially when they started shooting their guns. Rumlow told me to run to the helicarrier level and shoot anyone who fought the launch. I nodded and headed down. I shot down everyone in my way trying to stop me. That’s when I ran into Barnes. I helped clear him a path to the Captain. I gunned down men, and didn’t miss a single shot. I tossed Barnes a grenade launcher, to shoot down the jets.
Once I knew he was on a good clear path, I went down to meet Rumlow. We headed up to the 41st floor where we were ambushed by the man I had only met a day ago. He started to kick and punch us, but I was quicker than he was, and was able to dodge them. I didn’t know how I was going to get out, and I knew I should have stayed with Barnes, but it was too late for regrets.
I looked out the window and saw that the helicarriers were shooting at each other. I saw one crash into the water, right near the opening of the hanger. Another had completely blown up, and the pieces were everywhere, but the last one was headed right towards us. I ran to try and out run it, but even as a super soldier, that was nearly impossible.
I looked back at Rumlow who was now being crushed by debris. I knew if I needed to make a clean escape I could. I dropped my guns, and the first layer of my clothing, and jumped into the water. The world would now believe I was dead, and I could live in peace. I just hope Barnes got the same treatment.
I was now living in Germany. In a quaint little town outside of Berlin. It was peaceful, and I had no worries in the world. Granted the world did believe I was dead, and assumed I was no longer a threat. I volunteered my spare time to help heal those at a nearby hospital. It wasn;t well funded by the major cities, so getting supplies they needed was difficult. I felt if I could help save some of the people who were suffering from chronic illnesses, then I was doing something right.
HYDRA still haunted my thoughts once and a while, and I just hoped that Barnes was free like I was. I had no way of knowing though. I had no contact with anyone I used to know. That was for the best.
I came home one afternoon, and turned on the international news. There plastered on my screen was Barnes.
“The suspected bomber at the UN meeting in Vienna which has killed Wakandian King T’Chaka, is none other than James Buchanan Barnes, also known as the Winter Soldier.”
His name was James. I only knew him as Sergeant Barnes. It didn’t make sense though why would HYDRA want to kill the king of Wakanda? That didn’t seem like something they would do, and it wasn’t like Barnes to get his face caught on camera. Something wasn’t adding up, and I knew this. Someone was trying to set him up, or drag him out of hiding if he was still alive out there.
There was nothing I could do for my friend. I knew if I decided to track him down, then the whole world would know I was still alive, and try to experiment on me. I had to stay where I was, and just hope that Barnes was going to be okay.
I spent the rest of the day trying to keep my mind occupied. I couldn’t keep thinking that my old friend was in any sort of danger, or that he had resorted to his old ways. I really thought that he was innocent. It wasn’t like him to look directly at a traffic camera. We knew where every traffic camera location was all across the world. It was in our ‘programming’.
The next day I went back to the hospital to visit some patients who were not in critical condition. It was always nice to just sit and talk to them. I was sitting and visiting one of the elderly ladies who was sitting watching the news. I watched with her just talking when I saw a breaking news story pop up saying Steve Rogers, Prince T’Challa of Wakanda, Sam Wilson, and James Barnes were all in custody, and being interrogated at Berlin prison.
I said goodbye to the woman, and walked home. I couldn’t believe that Barnes had been captured, and was now being charged for the bombing in Vienna. Everything was happening so fast, and I was having a hard time processing everything. I ignored my TV the rest of the day, and decided to work in my garden. I was aggressively digging holes to plant new flowers. I had to get my anger and frustration out somehow.
I planted the flowers, and packed in the fresh dirt more aggressively than I meant to. I heard someone coming up the driveway, “I don’t want any visitors today.”
“Is that how you greet an old friend?” The stranger asked.
I thought they were a stranger at least, but the voice sounded so familiar. I looked up, and there he stood. It was Barnes. He could tell I looked like I had seen a ghost, but he had the same look.
“Good to see you’re doing well. It’s a nice place you have here.”
“Thank you. I tried to forget about my past. By the look on your face, much like the rest of the world, you believed I was dead.”
“Yeah. It’s good to see you’re alive old pal.”
“So, where’s the fight.”
Barnes chuckles, “we need your help. Steve wants to help prove my innocence. We’re going back to Siberia.”
“Do you think that’s the best idea, Barnes?”
“It’s Bucky actually.”
“I like that better than Barnes in all honesty. I’m assuming you found your family, or friends?”
“Friend. Steve and I have been friends since we were kids. Which was back in the 20s.”
“Well, if your friend needs help, I’ll gladly help. Especially if it proves your innocence.”
“Just a warning, there is a man out there with our trigger words. He may try it again, and Steve won’t be able to fight both of us off.”
“Good to know. I’m in though. I knew you were innocent the moment I saw the traffic cam footage. You wouldn’t be that careless, and look straight at it.”
“Yeah. I wish everyone else thought about it that way.”
“Steve does, so that has to amount to something right?”
“That’s fair.” Bucky said, looking down slightly.
I give a small smile, and follow him to a little volkswagen. There I see Steve, and Sam sitting in the front. Sam gets out, and let’s me in. Bucky follows in next to me.
“I’m Sam by the way. Not sure we’ve met before.”
“Nice to meet you Sam. I’m Y/n, an old friend of Bucky’s from HYDRA.”
“Good to meet you man.”
“Bucky has told me a lot about you, and your combat skills, Y/n.” Steve spoke up as he began to drive.
“Yeah. I don’t really do that anymore. I mostly use my healing powers. I have been volunteering at the local hospital that doesn’t really get support from the major city for some of the critical patients. Especially those with chronic illnesses like kidney, and liver failure. Those who need transplants. I help heal them. They are so appreciative, and super sweet people. I can’t just sit and not help them.”
“Good to see that you are able to help people, and be beneficial and no one fron HYDRA has found you out.” Bucky chimes in.
“Me too. That was the reason I had to get away. I couldn’t let this power be used for evil. I knew I had to use it for good. I can’t over use it though. I can’t have people coming to me, and completely drain my energy.”
“What you’re doing is amazing. The world could use someone like you.” Steve spoke up.
“That’s what I’m worried about. No one can know. No one. I don’t want to be misused.”
“I won’t let that happen. Once we find this guy, you can go back to the life you’ve been living. No one has to know about what you’ve done, but there comes a price with helping us.”
“I understand. If prison is what comes out of this, then I will be willing to do whatever it takes to make sure that Bucky continues to be a free man.”
“With your help, he will be.”
We get to the airport, and meet up with some of Steve’s other friends. An announcement comes on over the intercom that the airport is being shut down. Steve says something about this being Stark’s doing, and we all split up. Sam, Bucky, and I all go in and wait inside the airport.
The fight quickly begins when a kid dressed in a red and blue onesie broke in through the windows. He knocked Sam down, and went to fight Bucky. He caught Bucky’s fist, then got distracted by his metal arm. That gave Sam the chance to tackle him, and for Bucky and I to run.
The kid came after us, and we went flying through the glass hand railing barrier, and fell down to the lower level. He then sprays webbing at us, keeping us stuck. The kid goes to swing away, but Sam’s little flying drone thing came and carried him away.
“You couldn’t have done that earlier?” Bucky groaned.
“I hate you.” Sam spat back.
We break free, and stand up rushing to the runway where Steve and the others were. The ultimate fight began. I took on one of the guys in the metal suits. Kicking, punching, and pushing him to the ground. I knew that Steve didn’t want anyone to get seriously hurt, but all of my training came flooding back. I couldn’t help but have a fight response in this situation. I wanted Bucky to be free, even if it meant I ended up behind bars. He deserved that much, and I would give anything to make sure he was free.
Bucky and Steve broke through, and were able to get the Quinjet. That left the rest of us to get arrested, and locked in cells in the middle of the ocean at a highly guarded facility. My instincts were still kicking in, and all I knew was that I wanted to break free. Get away from being imprisoned again. I feared that I would be experimented on, and that was the one thing I couldn’t handle. Stark finally, and with a lot of struggle, got me into my cell. I kept ramming into the glass. I felt like a caged animal, and I couldn’t take it.
“Okay, calm down there soldier.” Stark said, trying to get me to stop.
“I’m not a soldier!” I yelled, ramming into the glass more.
“Okay, okay. Just calm down.”
“Y/n, it’s okay. They won’t experiment on you, I promise I won’t let that happen.” I heard Sam say.
“I don’t trust them. I don’t trust people who put others in a glass cell.”
“Y/n, just calm down, and breathe. It’ll be okay. I promise. I’ll make sure Tony doesn’t experiment on you. It’s going to be okay.” Sam spoke softly, and I slowly started to calm down. Having someone like him there to help calm me down. I knew I could trust him because he helped Bucky.
“What’s his problem?” Tony asked Sam.
“He was an experiment for HYDRA with Bucky. He was triggered with the fighting, and his instincts to fight kicked in. How’s Rhodey doing by the way?”
“He’s stable. Probably will be paralyzed. So, he knows where they are going?”
“If you’re trying to get information from me Tony, I won’t spill.” Sam said sternly.
Tony messes with a watch, “We have 90 seconds before they realise it's not their system,” Tony shows a picture of a man dead in a hotel bathroom, “this is the psychiatrist that was supposed to interrogate Barnes. So where were they going?”
“Siberia. Where we were kept and trained for most of the time we were with HYDRA.” I spoke, mostly calmed down.
“Thank you. I will try and fix this. It doesn’t change what he has done, but the Vienna situation wasn’t him. I know that now.” Tony said, walking away.
“Do you believe he really wants Bucky to be free, Sam?”
“I hope so. I hope he helps Steve and Bucky take down the man behind this.”
We sat there in the cells for what felt like to me, years. I had gotten lost in my thoughts, and all I wanted to know was if Bucky was safe. He deserved his freedom, and I hope he got it. I was sitting against the glass when I heard footsteps coming from behind me, “come to take me away too, Stark?”
“I came to set you free. For you to go back to the life you were living before you came to help us.” It was Steve.
I stood up and faced him, “is Bucky safe?”
“He’s safe, and on Wakanda. He went back under just till he got his mind straightened out.”
“Will he get the freedom he deserves?”
“Yes. Once he is stable enough, he will have the freedom he deserves.”
“Good. I don’t blame him for going back under. It’s the safer option. I would have done the same thing if I were him.”
“You’re free too. No one will come and bother you anymore. I will make sure of that.”
“Thank you Steve. You really are a good friend.”
“You are too.” He unlocks the doors for all of us, “enjoy your new found freedom. Enjoy it.”
“If there’s another fight, and you need backup, don't hesitate to reach out. You know where I’ll be.” I reach out and shake his hand.
“Same goes for you pal. I won’t hesitate. We could use someone like you in a fight. Now go and enjoy your freedom. Live a normal life.”
“Thank you again Steve.” I smile and walk out. I take in the air before getting in a helicopter and heading back home. It felt good, and I felt like I had a new look on life, and now I had some new allies that would be useful if the time came for a proper fight.
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no wait because the steven universe one was so good. I dont know if you’ve seen star vs the forces of evil but can you do an avengers hc where the reader is like her or eclipsa
I LOVE STAR VS THE FORCES OF EVIL OMG! Thanks for reading! I’d love to do a hc version for Star :)
Your parents had you join The Avengers for a year on Earth
If we’re being completely honest, they had no idea what to do with a teenager from a different dimension with a wand
They were welcoming, and amazed by your talents
Steve helped train you in hand to hand combat, but you were already pretty amazing
You and Dr. Strange had a pretty strong bond because of your shared magical talents
You and Peter also had a special bond after he found out about your “mewberty” form, where you turned into a butterfly-like human
He thought it was cool you both had a relationship with insects
EVERYONE wanted to try your wand, but no one could get it to work
Everyone thought the fact that your cheek spots would change shape depending on your mood was ADORABLE
The day Pony Head came to visit was AMAZING
Everyone loved her, even though they were very confused and scared when she showed up first
She comes around a lot to take everyone to the inter-dimensional arcade on days off
They were also very happy to meet Glossaryck, who lived in your spell-book, which Dr. Strange would “borrow” (steal) from time to time
You were BY FAR the most optimistic person on the team, and soon everyone began reciprocating your optimism
Sometimes you were a bit too optimistic, and you got a little reckless
Once you tried to befriend Red Skull
“Excuse me! Mr. Red Skull? I was thinking we could wrap this whole thing up and you and I could get lunch sometime?” -you
“(Y/N), NO HE’S BAD, NOT A FRIEND!” -Steve
“But everyone can be friends. It’s the best way to avoid conflict!” -you, matter of factly
“No, I’m not your friend, and we will not be getting lunch!” -Red skull
“Then I guess you’ll have to die!” -you
“Oh shit!” -Sam
You ended up capturing, and not killing red skull
You always made little crafts and cards for the team
They thought they were so cute, and it became a competition to see who got the most crafts
“Last week I got 2 spider chains and 1 paper wand.” -Peter
“I got 4 origami flowers!” -Nat
“I win then. 2 iron man paintings and 4 origami boats.” -Tony
“You win? Yeah right. 3 paper shurikens, 1 painting of me, and 4 people chains!” -Strange
After your year was up, you begged and begged your mom to let you stay, but she demanded you rule mewni
Finally you two came to an agreement, you could visit The Avengers whenever you wanted, but Mewni came first
Although they were sad to see you go, The Avengers were thankful to have known a half insect magical inter dimensional princess like you
You visited The Avengers very often and you became one of the greatest rulers of Mewni
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(Y/N)s joyride in Tony’s suits
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Did Loki stab (Y/N) last night?
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