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winter-soldier-vibes · 4 hours ago
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Main Masterlist
Hello everyone! after some suggestions from a friend, and seeing how many older fics I have, I have decided to make a masterlist. I will update as I go, and put the dates last updated. I’m trying to branch out more with my writing as well. This includes most of my fics, as I write more I may separate the more serious ones from the lighter ones
A lot of my fics deal with mental health topics. Each fic has warnings listed at the top, and if you feel that they may be upsetting or harmful to your journey please feel free to skip them.
I’ve sorted them into general categories, some of them may cover a few but I’ve put them into the most prominent category. I got specific with Bucky x reader because let’s be honest, there’s so many
If you have any requests, ideas, or want a friend, asks and DM’s are open! 
Bucky Barnes (Comfort)
Depression/Anxiety
Come Back Home
Where’s my White flag?
Take the Pain away - also includes drug addiction
It Shouldn’t Happen to Me 
Never free of myself - also includes self harm
I can’t be alone right now - also includes self harm
Let me In
Happy Pills
You’re my priority
All I ever do is run
I swear, I’m fine
Burnout 
Eating disorder
I Don’t Hate You Like I Hate Myself
What’s going on with you?
Why do you bother with me? 
Running on Empty
Other
Empty Words - you go through a break up and Bucky comforts you
If I were someone else - reader and Bucky have feelings for each other, both too insecure to say anything
Just give me more time - reader has a near death experience and shuts Bucky out
I am my worst enemy - No reader, Bucky’s internal thoughts between TWS and CACW
I’m Dangerous - Reader comforts Bucky after a nightmare
Bucky Barnes (Fluff)
You’re not going to work - Bucky wants cuddles
40′s Bucky
Are you looking down upon me? - You’re Bucky’s girlfriend in the 40′s and are devastated by his death. Until the winter soldier comes for you
How do I do this without you? - You’re Bucky’s sister trying to cope with the loss of your brother
Coney Island - your last date with Bucky before he ships out with the 107th
Steve Rogers
You saved me - reader gets snapped away by Thanos and is reunited with Steve in 2023
I didn’t have the right words to say - comfort for depression/self harm
Am I wrong? - comfort for depression/trust issues
Just let me go - comfort for suicidal thoughts
Sebastian Stan
You just have to keep trying - includes eating disorder
But words can never hurt me - in which reader is an actress and hate messages get to her. Includes self harm
Don’t let me forget - you break up with Sebastian and then regret it
I wanna dance with somebody - in which you get Sebastian to try a new type of workout 
One Step at a Time - includes eating disorder
Lance Tucker
I got your back - includes eating disorder
I was never good enough for you - includes self harm
Stucky
Emma - Based off a Friends episode
What do you meme? - in which Steve, Bucky, and Sam get pulled over for being distracted looking at memes, and they have one phone call
Avengers
She’d rather be beautiful than alive - comfort for eating disorder
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simpforthemcu · 5 hours ago
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Tony: You know how you always wanted a new Rolex watch?
Pepper:Yes?!?
Tony, opening the door: That's right, I got a llama!
Pepper, simultaneously: What?!?!
Y/n, simultaneously: YES!!
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mads-weasley · 6 hours ago
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Love & War Masterlist
40s!Bucky x Medic!Reader
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Summary: When she volunteered as a combat nurse in the war, (y/n) (y/l/n) did not think that she’d end up working with the Howling Commandos. Most of all, she definitely didn’t expect to fall as hard as she did for a sweet brunette from Brooklyn.
New Beginnings: A young girl travels overseas to help her country during the Second World War.
Coming Soon!
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lesbian-deadpool · 7 hours ago
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Peter: You know, I had a picture of a clown over my bed growing up. I thought it was God for the longest time.
Y/N: You had a picture of Steve above your bed?
Steve: 
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mads-weasley · 9 hours ago
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Love & War
Pt. 1: New Beginnings
1940s!Bucky x Medic!Reader
A/N: This is going to be a series about the Howling Commandos during WWII! It’s going to be slightly anon because we don’t know much about their different missions. I’m such a sucker for 40s Bucky! Sadly, I do not own any of these wonderful characters except (y/n). Bucky isn’t in this chapter btw, but it’s important for the rest of the series. I hope you like it!
Summary: When she volunteered as a combat medic in the war, (y/n) (y/l/n) did not think that she’d end up working with the Howling Commandos. Most of all, she definitely didn’t think she would fall as hard as she did for a sweet brunette from Brooklyn.
Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of blood, gunshots, World War II, mentions of death, descriptions of injuries.
(y/n) - your name
(y/l/n) - your last name
(y/n/n) - your nickname
(y/h/c) - your hair color
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1943
As (y/n) is packing her small bag for overseas, she can’t help but feel excited and terrified at the same time. Since the attack on Pearl Harbor, she wanted to do her part for her country, so when she got the opportunity, she took it.
“Why do you have to go, (y/n)? There are plenty of other girls who are nurses.” Her best friend, Allie, asks.
Taking a deep breath, she speaks passionately. “Well, Alls, if not me, who? I’m sick and tired of sitting on my butt at home knowing I could help so many people over there!”
“You could work in the factories like the other women! They’re doing their part! You could so do that!”
“No! I want to save people, Allie! I can’t do that here.” Her voice softens to just above a whisper, tears welling in her eyes. “Please, I don’t want to fight during my last day here.”
Allie walks up to her and envelopes her into a big bear hug that made both of them start crying. After many, “I’ll miss you’s,” the girls broke apart and went to have dinner. Being from North Carolina, (y/n) wanted to have some bbq as her last meal before she shipped out.
Laughing inside of Gary’s Diner, they drank milkshakes and reminisced from their childhoods. As both of them were about 25, they had a good bit of funny memories to share with each other, many involving the other. After stuffing their faces full of food, they walked arm in arm back to (y/n)’s house.
Looking at her watch, Allie sighs. “Less than 12 hours, (y/n/n). I’m going to miss you so much. Please, please, please be careful. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”
Wrapping her arms around her friend, (y/n)’s voice betrays her by cracking before correcting itself. “I’ll miss you too. But it’s a good thing that I’m not going to be saving people. You know me, if I got hurt, I’d just patch myself up and I’d be fine.”
Seeing Allie’s lower lip tremble, she realized she should not have let that slip out of her mouth. Trying to backtrack, she sputters, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine! I’m not going to be on the front lines anyway. I’ll be far, far, far away from the front.”
The new nurse sends her friend a sweet smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. With one last hug, the duo says goodbye and (y/n) walks into her house. She gathers the last of her things and goes to bed thinking of all the things that could happen in Europe.
6 Months Later
Above the chaos of battle, bullets, and heavy artillery fire, “Medic!” Can be heard around the battlefield. A young woman with a bloodstained uniform runs to the man who called out. When she reaches him, she immediately sees the empty space where his forearm was supposed to be. Biting back the bile that rose in her throat, she shakily tried to sooth the soldier while giving him a shot of morphine.
“Hey, kid. What’s your name?”
“D-Desmond.” He replies with a pained sound.
“Well, hi there, Desmond. I’m (y/n) and you’re going to be just fine.”
She applies a tourniquet to his bicep and places gauze to the bloody stump of what used to be his arm. He cries out at the action, resulting in her apologizing for the pain it caused him. Quickly calling for a stretcher, she reassures him and moves on to the next man who needs her help, crouching to avoid the bullets flying above her head.
By the end of the day, her once spotless uniform was littered with dirt and blood. While in the field, she can’t let her emotions show, but when she is alone, she lets them flow freely. The death that surrounds the young woman is enough to break the strongest men, but she refuses to crack. The last place (y/n) thought she would be was on the front lines in France.
The place her unit, the 107th, is currently residing in is an old abandoned school. The classrooms are still intact, minus a few that were destroyed during different bombings. Normally, (y/n) would stay with her friend Betty, who was also a medic. Tonight was different though. She had lost more men today than she had in quite a while.
The Germans rolled out a new weapon that took out soldier after soldier, leaving them screaming in agony in the mud. Seeing this day in and day out took a toll on her, and she often isolated herself to deal with it. With a soft “Goodnight” to her friends, (y/n) found herself wandering the school to find a empty classroom where she could be alone.
When she finally finds one, she closes the door behind her and sinks to the floor, knees pulled up to her chest. Every time she closes her eyes, she just sees the men she couldn’t save; the ones begging her to save them. It becomes too much and she starts to sob quietly.
Suddenly, the door opens and an middle-aged burly man with a mustache walks in. The man looks familiar, but the absence of light in the room made it hard for her to make out his features. His eyes soften when he sees (y/n) against the wall.
“Hi there.” He says softly, bending down or her level.
Sniffling and looking up at him through her lashes, she replies. “Hi. I’m sorry. I’m such a mess. I’ll be ri-“
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Don’t worry. Everyone does this, even us men. You’re a medic right?”
She nods, her mind thinking back to the day. “I’m sorry if I couldn’t save someone you knew. I-I really tried, and th-there were ju-“
“Hold your horses. I watched you save so many men. Our squad has been needing a medic, and I think you’d be a great fit. What’s your name, kid?”
Head shooting up in confusion, she replies.“(y/n) (y/l/n), sir. What unit are you in?”
“Let me introduce myself. I’m Dum Dum Dugan, and my unit is the Howling Commandos.”
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darkbucky · 10 hours ago
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imagine dark!bucky using his heightened sense of smell against you.
when he catches you staring at steve and smells your slick running down your thighs, he shames you until you're a little ball of submission, “you're a fucking whore, wanting someone else to fuck you after I had my way with you. are you that desperate to be filled up? want all your holes stuffed with cum, don't ya? am I not enough? no, you're just a greedy lil bitch.”
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thefanbasewhore · 10 hours ago
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Anyone want to send in some blurb ideas? I need a little warming up, and lack motivation to do anything. Any kind of blurb idea but they won't be too long!
For Bucky Barnes, Geralt of Rivia, Steve Rogers, Ransom Drysdale, Andy Barber, Din Djarin, Lee Bodecker :)
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imaginedreamwrite · 11 hours ago
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The Auction: Part 2
Exhaustion was seeping from every pore on your body as you drug your feet through the quiet and pristine lobby, a series of black zipped and enclosed bags held in your left hand and some pink and white bags in the other. Balanced in your right hand along with the pink and white bags was your cellphone which had been buzzing from the moment you stepped out of the car and into Stark Tower.
The itching under your skin to check on the phone call was only outdone and outweighed by Natasha Romanoff’s quick strides as she moved throughout the lobby toward the elevator. You struggled to keep up with her while lugging your haul and the dresses in the closed bags that she made you buy with the bonus she gave you.
You took as large of strides as you could, and when you stepped into the elevator you huffed and leaned against the cool metal wall, hooking the hangers built into the closed dress bags on the metal railing. Without the bags in your hand, you were able to grip your phone with both hands and finally answer the buzzing that had caused the itching anxiousness.
As you leaned against the cool metal wall of the elevator and answered emails and arranged the next week’s schedule, a rough outline anyway. You were quickly made aware of the elevator doors opening, by the sound of the doors parting like the Red Sea. The approach of two more people onto the elevator had not been enough to pull your attention away from your phone and your task of fixing and skeleton scheduling Natasha’s ‘life’ but the greeting she had tossed out was enough to steal your attention and cast it on the two men who were as wide as they were tall and built like solid mountains.
“Hello boys,” the message of Natasha’s greeting was friendly and neutral yet there was something about the tone of voice that made it seem like a jest at their behalf, “are you excited for Stark’s charity auction? A few days away. Do you have your eyes on anyone?”
You busied yourself with your phone, tapping away at whatever mindless game you could find, trying to make yourself appear ignorant to the conversation they were having. Despite your ears burning and their blue and blue-green eyes, respectively, on you, you kept your head down and your feigned naivety about what they were speaking about.
“You’re not in the auction this year?” The rumble of their voice, Steve’s you figured, had stirred the conversation and kept it alive, while you were trying not to be seen.
You found yourself shifting your weight from foot to foot with anxiousness. It was a tick of sorts, being so self-conscious when you were around people like Natasha and Steve and Bucky. When you were around beautiful and fit people that were ethereal in their nature and the picture-perfect vision of health and fitness and you…weren’t.
Given the mean-spirited nickname of ‘thunder thighs’ in your youth had stuck with you, mentally at least. You always felt as if you were hyper-aware of your soft stomach snd your heavy breasts that went along with your plus-sized figure. Your ass was neither tight nor small, and that made it difficult to feel confident in yourself, let alone your physicality’s when you had to meet with others under the guise of being Natasha Romanoff’s PA.
“Not me,” Natasha smirked, “but Y/N is.”
Though it didn’t necessarily show, you felt your cheeks burning from the near-constant and penetrating gaze that was cast on you. Your cheeks burned beneath your skin while the familiar souring of your stomach settled in as you prepared yourself mentally and emotionally for some sharp and snide comments about what a waste that would be.
You were preparing yourself for the jabs and the jests made at your expense. The little jokes and statements made that would bring laughter to space while you wallowed in your inability to ‘take a joke’ or the blatant offence you felt.
“Not entirely willingly…” You mumbled the lie, hoping that it would make you feel better about whatever they would say next.
“Is that what the bags are for?” Bucky asked, his blue-eyed gaze landing on the bags hanging on the metal pole attached to the wall of the elevator.
You turned your attention back to your phone, waiting for that eventual shoe to drop. You didn’t want them to see your weakness, though you were sure enough that they could sense it. You were sure they could sense your knees knocking and your stomach churning with anticipation of the inevitable.
“A few options for Y/N, ” Natasha had also cast her gaze upon your, though it was short-lived, “and a few surprises.”
Surprises being killed heels that made your legs good great and a pair of jeans that somehow seemed to flatter your body as it was without some hideous flower pattern on the ass cheeks to accentuate or some hideous cut that drew attention to yourself while simultaneously making you look as if you were by a jean covered blob.
Because that’s a lot of what fashion for plus size women was, a covering or a pattern or fabric that was meant to simply be on your body instead of embracing it.
“A dress for the auction, ” Natasha added.
“Since Natasha’s not allowed to be a part of it, ” you licked your bottom lip and prayed that the elevator would hurry its incontinence self up, “I was voluntold.”
“It’s for a good cause.”
“That’s why I said ultimately said yes.”
“A woman like yourself up on that stage, ” Steve cracked a half-smile, “I’m sure you’ll get bid up real high.”
“Who wouldn’t want to spend a weekend with a dame like you?” Bucky added, pointedly looking you up and down.
The doors finally opened to your floor and you couldn’t have gotten out fast enough. You had all but ripped the dress bags from the railing and threw them over your shoulder, with the other bags beating against your leg as you power-stalked away from the doors and the three perfect people in the metal box.
You didn’t stop your power stalking until you were at your room door and had the door halfway open. You had unceremoniously thrown the bags away from you, not caring where they landed or how.
You kicked your shoes off next and with the same lack of haphazard care, you strode throughout your small apartment to your room, throwing the door open.
You threw yourself onto the bed and sighed, feeling a day’s worth of anxiety slowly seeping from your shoulders. Shopping with Natasha was pleasant enough if you ignored every single scrutinizing look. If you could ignore every comment under shop attendants breaths or the way their eyes followed you with thinly-veiled disgust at how a person like Natasha Romanoff could be seen with a person like you.
A person like you – a woman who was plus sized and not worth the attention of any man who had eyes.
A woman like you who was the brunt of every joke and who could only land a man if that man lost a bet.
The day of shopping produced high-end and beautiful clothes that made you feel like a million bucks, but all that confidence cracked when you saw the look in the shop attendant's eyes.
It was the silent judgement and looks of odium and the snide remarks about how one could let themselves feel good in that body.
And now, because you felt as though you were a pushover, you were going to be on stage in front of rich men and women who were among the most beautiful and elite.
“It won’t be bad, ” you sighed and rubbed your hands down your face, “it’ll be fine. It’ll be fun.”
You could choose to wallow in your displeasure, or you could choose to keep your head high.
“Fuck it,” you mumbled, “it’s for charity. Natasha promised it would be fine.”
You sat up quickly, enough to make yourself dizzy. You shift yourself to the end of the bed and pressed your palms flush against the bed. You placed your feet on the floor before standing and moving with purpose toward the dresses that you had haphazardly thrown.
“Im going to look good.” You snatched one of the bags from the floor and draped it on your couch. You reached out and pulled the zipper down, revealing the dress within that was a favourite of Nat’s.
“I may hate the whole evening but damn, ” you looked at the dress with fondness remembering how it looked on you, “I’ll look good.”
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deexchanel · 11 hours ago
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Pretty girl (Sebastian Stan)
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Warning: swearing. fluff and funny moments!
Summary: Euphoria is the worker that takes orders from the cast and goes to pick their food up. She finds friends along the way.
A/N: I don't know how to feel on this one so hopefully everyone likes it.
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I locked my phone sitting in the chair waiting on my order to be done. I applied to this job to help for modeling that I want to do. Basically all I do is get coffee, give water when needed, pick up their food orders and anything else needed. Basically like a nanny sort of.
The baristas had to get all her co-workers to bring all the donuts and coffee I ordered. I mean its a big cast. My backseat was filled with coffee, donuts, croissants, bagels and tea.
"Deep breaths." I said to myself when I got to the building. Some people walked out to my car grabbing the food. And in the next couple of seconds I was in the break room standing by the table preparing to call their names.
People start to pile in the room ready for their breakfast. I take a deep breath and picked the first coffee with the name on the side.
"Scarlett Johansson?"  A gorgeous woman walks up to me with a smile.
"So you're the new girl the russo hired? You're really gorgeous!"
"I literally just thought about that for you!!" I smiled being nice."I hope you enjoy your coffee!"
"Thank you!" She said walking to a table filled with people.
"Tom Hiddleston?"I questioned looking around for whoever this is. A tall man walked up with a smile.
"Me! Thank you!"
I melted at his british accident passing him the tea. god his voice is everything!
"You're welcome."
"Tom Holland?"
"That would be me. You're Euphoria right?" Tom took a sip of his tea. "Word around here is you're the new food person."
"You know my name? wow um yea, today's my first day!"I smiled.
"Yea know holding secrets is something I can't do. We were talking about you earlier." Tom said."Seb looked up your instagram."
What the hell!
"Damn I haven't even passed out everybody coffees and you guys already know who I am." I laughed.
He laugh as well," We can't let strangers in here. I'm just the only one that wasn't scared to talk to you, rest of them some pussies."
"Oh yea I can definitely hang with you!"
"Same. After our last session today, meet me at my trailer?"
"I will surely meet you there Mr.Holland." I laughed and he winked walking away.
"Robert Downey Jr?" I wondered. I don't know none of these actors, I'm just here to get paid. He walks up to me squinting his eyes.
"You called my name like you don't know me."
"Mr. Downey I don't really know none of you I just call the names thats on the side of the cup."
"Mr. Downey makes me sound old call me Robert. You're sassy, I like that. Spidey boy must've spilled the beans about us looking you up on instagram."
"In fact he did. You guys do not need to tell him anything that you wouldn't want the whole world to know."
"Yea we're trying. You better have gotten my coffee right!"
"Dark with one creamer and extra sugar. Please don't play with me Robert."
"Oh yea she got my coffee right. Get this sassy bitch a raise!" Robert yelled to everyone in the break room while he walked back to his table . My face turned red from laughing so hard.
"Sebastian Stan?" I questioned trying to think of who he was . Shit at this point I give up on trying to figure out who's who. A nice looking gentleman walked to the table taking the coffee from my hand. Don't get me wrong he is fineeeee!
"Euphoria right? You really don't know who we are?"
"No I don't Mr. Stan. I just need a job before I start my modeling career."
"Well you look like a model. You're very pretty. And please call me Sebastian or Seb."
"Sebastian are you trying to flirt with me right now?" I joked to see what he would say. His face turned red from nervousness.
"W-What? No! I just- I just thought you were pretty-" I cut him with laughing.
"It's fine Sebastian , I'm just playing."
"Oh that's cold. I'm gonna get you back for that one."
"Sure! I'm the prank queen so try it on someone else!"
"We'll see about that. Chris she think she's the prank queen!" He laughed pointing his thumb at me to a nice looking man who had a perfectly groomed beard.
"Oh you're in for a treat! I'm the best!" The bearded man came over to where we was. Damn I really need to remember names.
"Oh no sirrr! I can't be topped." I bragged brushing the imaginary dust off my shoulder.
"Sureee! I'm Chris Evans by the way." He said putting out his hand for me to shake." Anthony should be coming in any moment."
"Euphoria. Who's Anthony?" I questioned confused. "I'm sorry I don't know any of you guys names." 
"THE PARTY'S HERE WOOOO." A darkskin man in the break room. I'm guessing that's Anthony.
"What's up!" He dap up Evans and Stan not realizing I'm standing there.
"Hey my brother!" I said dapping him up. He went along with it not knowing who I am.
"What's up my sister! Who the hell you is though ?"
"Shit we both black . I thought we should stick together." I said." Hug me Brotha!"
Anthony, Chris, Stan and I laughed so hard, I had tears in my eyes. Anthony actually gave me a hug after our laughing fit.
"You cool people, I can definitely hang with you ms funny girl."
Soon I was done passing out food until lunch time. Most actors wasn't going to be here until lunch time.  I was walking behind Hemsworth to his dressing room as he told me his order.
"Make the lemonade a large and that will be all!"
"Okay Mr.Hemsworth anything else?" I asked continuing to write his order.
Chris stopped in tracks looking at me."Yes, what made you want to work for us even though you know none of us. And please call me Chris."
"I want to be a model Chris but I don't have enough to get started. I'm just going to be here until I get enough."
"That's good! Oh and get me some beef jerky too, I'll love you foreverrr." Chris said in a sing-song voice making me laugh. These are some funny ass people. We were walking pass some big boxes but I fell behind him because I was still writing.
"BOO!"
"AHHH!" I scream dropping my stuff, jumping on the back of Chris's back. It's the fact that he caught me and didn't fall to the ground. I turn to see Chris E. holding his chest laughing hard as hell.
"Jesus fucking christ Chris! I'ma get yo ass back. Had me jumping on Hemmy back like that." I huff picking up the notepad and pen I dropped . Chris H. was laughing as well
"You thought jumping on my back was going to save you?"
"Oh shut up! I'm not friends with either of you Chris's. Big meanies." I said crossing my arms over my chest,walking off." Don't talk to me!" I yelled over my shoulder like a little kid.
"Euphoria wait!!" Chris E. said but I ignored him and kept walking. "Euphoria I'm sorry!!"
"You get her Chris?" Seb asked once the three of us came where everyone else was.Oh so his ass was in it too?
"Yea Seb I got her ass good." Chris exclaimed placing his hand on my shoulder but I pushed it off. "Euphoria I had to get you."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh so you were in on it? oh yea we not cool nomore. I'M NOT FRIENDS WITH CHRIS EVANS, HEMMY, OR SEBASTIAN STAN." I yelled playfully flipping them off. Both Chris's stood in front of me while Sebastian stood to my side.
"I've never heard nobody call me hemmy. Only you can come up with something like that."Hemmy said shaking his head." I feel special, I got a nickname."
"I want a nickname!" Sebastian whined like a child. "How he get one and I don't , I thought I was your favorite."
"Me too!" Chris said raising his hand. Me and Sebastian caught a glance at each other for a second. I looked away , a blush creeping on my face.
"I have to tell the two apart but I never said that Seb. Holland is actually my favorite." I sassed hoping the blush wasn't on my face, flipping my hair looking around for spidey. "He didn't laugh at me today."
"Awww Euphoria you're my favorite too." Holland came from nowhere hugging me from behind."See ? you boys have to be nice!"
"Oh thomas hush!"Seb said pulling me away from him into his chest. He had on a loose shirt and by accident I touched his stomach. His skin felt like heaven:"She's mine!"
Hemmy pulls me from Seb into his chest as well, with his thick accent." Um no she's mine!"
"No actually she's mine!" Chris said pulling me to his chest too. "I'm the best duh!"
"Guys I have go get you guys food. We'll settle this debate later!" I chuckled placing my head on Evans shoulder." Now give me a hug so I can go!"
They each me a hug but Sebastian hugs me longer. He smelled so good!
I went out to get the food and made sure I picked up Hemmy's jerky.
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This a series sooo I really hope you like it!
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just-dreaming-marvel · 12 hours ago
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It’s Always Been You ~ 147
OUT OF TIME MASTERLIST
IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU MASTERLIST
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Word Count: 2,320ish
Summary: The final battle begins....
Notes: You must read Out Of Time in order to understand this. The chapter numbers continue from Out Of Time.
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Y/N was lost in the midst of the chaos. Her unconscious body getting caught in one of the lower levels of the rubble. Tony was up first, searching for Y/N. He found the shield and Steve instead.
“Come on, buddy,” Tony urged, kneeling beside his brother-in-law. “Wake up.” Steve groaned, coming to. “That’s my man.” Tony held the shield up. “You lose this again, I’m keeping it.”
“What happened?” Steve asked.
“You messed with time. It tends to mess back. You’ll see.” Tony helped Steve to his feet.
“Where’s Y/N?”
“I was hoping she was with you. FRIDAY?”
“I am searching for her location, boss” FRIDAY responded.
“Please tell me that she’s alive."
“She has to be,” Steve said. “The Stones won’t allow anything to happen to her.”
“I’ve located Mrs. Stark,” FRIDAY announced. “She’s underneath the rubble.”
“Great, where?” Tony pressed.
“Tony,” Steve said, “maybe we need to deal with—“
“Deal with what?! Your sister—my wife is down there in who knows what kind of condition! We—I need to get to her!”
“Boss,” FRIDAY interrupted, “I don’t know if Y/N would see that as the best idea.”
“What?! Why are you choosing now to talk back, FRIDAY?”
“Because Thanos is here. Thor is currently watching him not too far from where you are.” Steve and Tony made eye contact.
“Y/N can protect herself,” Steve told his worried friend. “The she’ll be fine because the Stones need her.”
Tony nodded and the two walked out of the rubble they were in. They found Thor intensely watching Thanos, who was sitting on something not too far off.
“What’s he been doing?” Tony asked. 
“Absolutely nothing,” Thor answered.
“Where are the Stones?” Steve questioned.
“Probably somewhere under all this,” Tony responded. “FRIDAY’s looking. All I know is he doesn’t have them.”
“So we keep it that way.”
“You know it’s a trap, right?” Thor said.
“Yeah,” Tony agreed. “And I don’t much care.”
“Good. Just as long we are all in agreement.” Thor stretched out both hands as thunder cracked. He summoned both Stormbreaker and Mjolnir, which he had stolen during the time heist. HIs casual clothes transformed into his armor and cape, with his beard forming into a braid. “Let’s kill him properly this time.”
The three walked down the rubble towards Thanos. All of them were very serious and ready to end this once and for all.
“You could not live with your own failure. And where did that bring you? Back to me,” Thanos stated, as the three heroes slowly moved to surround him. “I thought by eliminating half of life, the other half would thrive. But you’ve shown me that’s impossible. And as long as there are those that remember what was, there will always be those that are unable to accept what can be. They will resist.”
“Yep. We’re all kinds of stubborn,” Tony replied.
“I'm thankful. Because now, I know what I must do.” Thanos stood. “I will shred this universe down to its last atom.” He placed his helmet on his head. "And then– With the stones you've collected for me, create a new one. Teeming with life, but knows not what it has lost but only what it has been given.” Thor began crackling with lightning. “A grateful universe.”
“Born out of blood,” Steve said.
“They'll never know it. Because you won't be alive to tell them.”
And the fighting began.
~~~
Y/N groaned as she came to. Her head was pounding, it had obviously been hit during the chaos. She was breathing heavily as she took in her surroundings. There was a large metal beam trapping her against broken concrete.
“Hello!” She called out. “Is anyone there?” 
No response. And she instantly regretted not putting a comms device in her ear. Y/N grunted as she tried to push the beam off of her, failing. Looking up, she studied the rubble barely hanging on above her. She needed to be careful or it was going to completely crush her.
“Use us,” a rough voice whispered to her in her head. “Use us.”
“It has always taken a lot from me to control you,” Y/N responded, aloud. “How am I suppose to do what I have to if I’m weak?”
“You’ll be fine.” 
“What the hell am I even supposed to do anyway?”
“When the time comes, you will know.”
“You guys are incredibly unhelpful, you know?” She groaned as she tried to wiggle herself free again, without help from the Stones.
“You are wasting time.”
“Fine!” Y/N huffed. 
She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the Stones.
~~~
“Okay, Thor! Hit me!” Tony exclaimed, the back of his suit opening up.
Thor banged his 2 weapons together, each loaded with lightning, and aimed them at the back of Tony’s suit. The Iron Man suit sucked up the energy and he shot it out at Thanos using his hands and body. Thanos twirled his blade really fast to divert the energy. Thor grabbed Stormbreaker and used it to bat Mjolnir to hit Thanos. Thanos used Tony as a shield, knocking him out and away.
“Boss, wake up!” FRIDAY pled.
Steve tried to attack Thanos but was easily shielded away. Thor’s attack was quickly blocked by Thanos’ sword. Thanos grabbed onto Thor and lifts him up by the neck, choking him, before slamming him down and punching him. Mjolnir is flicked away as Thanos relentlessly beats up Thor, throwing him into a tree and socking him before throwing Thor over rubble and socking him again. Thor tried to grab Stormbreaker but Thanos grabbed it and used it against Thor. 
Form not too far off, Mjolnir began to float off the ground. Thanos was digging Stormbreaker into Thor, when suddenly Mjolnir flies into Thanos. It zoomed past, stopped, and then flew back the way it came. Both Thanos and Thor looked back in amazement as Steve wields the hammer.
“I knew it!” Thor said.
Frustrated, Thanos kicked Thor to the ground. Steve charged at the Titan, swinging Mjolnir, and hitting him in the face, knocking him down. Steve threw his shield and Thanos deflected. Steve threw Mjolnir to his shield, creating a shockwave and knocking Thanos off his feet. 
Steve then threw his shield at Thanos, quickly hitting it back at the Titan again with Mjolnir. He lined his arm up with Thanos to channel lightning his way. 
Thanos eventually got the upper hand, removing his helmet. He stabbed Steve’s leg and knocked Mjolnir out of the Captain’s hand. Thanos proceeded to destroy Steve’s shield with his double-bladed Soward and threw him across the battlefield. Steve staggeredly tried to get up.
“In all my years of conquest, violence, slaughter,” Thanos said, “it was never personal. But I’ll tell you now, what I’m about to do to your stubborn, annoying little planet—I’m gonna enjoy it. Very, very much.”
The entirety of Thanos’ army was then summoned to the ground. Upon seeing the army descending onto Earth, Steve slowly got back to his feet. With a fierce determination, he tightened his broken shield to his arm and stood against the army. Alone. Suddenly, a crackling came in on his comm.
“Hey, Cap, you read me?” 
Steve stopped and looked around.
“Cap, it’s Sam. Can you hear me?”
A portal began to form behind the Captain.
“On your left.”
Steve looked behind to see the portal on his left side. Three figures stepped through; Okoye, Shuri, and T’Challa, all ready to fight. Sam then zoomed in from above. As he did, dozens of more portals opened up all around the battlefield. Through one of the portals, Doctor Strange appeared, joined by Drax, Mantis, Star Lord, and Spider-Man. Everyone on the battlefield watched in confusion and awe as more and more heroes arrive through the portals from all the corners of the universe. 
Giant-Man (Scott) appeared out of the rubble with Rhodey, Bruce, and Rocket. Every one was lining up behind the Captain, all the teams and armies that Strange and the other sorcerers brought in to help. Tony was sitting up, finally coming around from the hit on his head. Suddenly, the ground in front of him began to tremble and crack. He pushed himself back as something blasted through it and into the sky. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was his wife.
Y/N was glowing with the power of the Stones. Each of the colors were circling around her, all six colors clearly defined. She slowly set herself down in front of Tony, the power fading away as she rushed to him.
“Tony! Are you okay?” She worried as she helped him to his feet.
“Am I okay?” He questioned. “You just shot up from the ground. You were glowing!”
“I’m okay. I’m ready to finish this. Once and for all.”
Tony pulled her in for a desperate kiss. Like he was terrified it would be their last. Y/N quickly reciprocated the desperation.
“I love you,” Tony breathed out as he pulled away.
“I love you too,” she responded.
They turned to join the group of heroes. Tony suited all the way up, while Y/N began to channel the Stones.
“AVENGERS!” Steve shouted, everyone gearing up as she summoned Mjolnir. “Assemble.”
Thor made a battle cry, as did T’Challa, and the heroes charged towards the opposing army. Thanos raised his sword towards the Avengers, signaling his army to charge as well. As the two armies collided, everyone short of paired up. Tony and Y/N were working together, keeping each other safe. Steve and Thor were doing the same thing, both switching off weapons. Steve had Stormbreaker in his hand while Thor had Mjolnir.
“No, no, give me that,” Thor said, tossing Mjolnir to Steve and signaling for Stormbreaker. “You have the little one.”
Steve passed Stormbreaker over and the two nodded to each other before running back into the battle. Y/N and Tony had gotten separated. Y/N could sense the Stones and knew she needed to get to them before Thanos did. It seemed that Thanos and his army knew that and were sending their biggest creatures to slow her down. 
Despite her trying, Y/N was thrown down, plowing through the ground. She was panting, and groaning in pain. The creature stalked towards her as she tried to get back up. It raised its claws above its head and was just about to ship down on Y/N when someone stepped in-between her and the creature and killed it. Y/N inhaled sharply, still slightly panting, as she took in her hero. Bucky had turned, looking down at her with those eyes she had fallen in love with. But it wasn’t the same anymore. Y/N now knew that she was over him, though he would always have a place in her heart.
“Bucky,” she breathed out.
“Hey, doll,” he smiled softly, helping her off the ground.
“Bucky.”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“Bucky.” She practically jumped on him, hugging him tightly. He held her close. “We did it… you’re back.”
“I’m back. Though it’s been mere seconds for me.”
Y/N pulled away. The two studied each other’s faces. Y/N was trying to figure out how to say what she needed to. Bucky was studying her, knowing what she needed to say.
“It’s okay,” he whispered. “I kept you waiting too many times. I get it.”
Tears pooled in her eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. You’re happy, right? He treats you right?”
“Yes. He treats me like a queen. We have a daughter. Morgan Howard Stark.”
“Howard?” Bucky chuckled lightly. 
“Yeah, I was hesitant on it too. But Tony did some pretty good persuading.”
“I’m happy for you. Really.”
“Thank you.”
“Hey! Can you two old people stop catching up and come help us with the fight?” Sam exclaimed over the comms.
“Be right there,” Y/N responded. She shot out her hand to the side, blasting a creature into pieces. “Thanks for the save though, Buck. But I could have handled it.” She smirked before running off.
~~~
Tony was fighting by himself, creatures and one of the Children of Thanos were after him. He was punched at the ground and he was going to get back up when Giant Man stopped on the Child of Thanos. Peter swung in, immediately going to help Tony up.
“Hey! Holy cow! You will not believe what's been going on. Do you remember when we were in space? And I got all dusty?” Peter rambled after both his and Tony’s helmets disappeared. Tony was looking at Peter, trying not to brake out in a total grin. “I must've passed out, Because I woke up, and you were gone. But Doctor Strange was there, right? He was like, "It's been five years. Come on, they need us." And then he started doing the yellow sparkly thing that he does all the time–“
Tony took steps towards the teen. “He did?” He mumbled. “Oh, no.” He opened his arms and pulled the teen into him. “Hold me.”
“What are you doing?” Peter hugged back. Tony slapped Peter’s back and closed his eyes, holding him tighter. “Oh, this is nice.”
Y/N had noticed the two and had allowed them some time while she fought off the army. Finally, she was done. She landed behind them.
“Okay, boys, party’s over,” she commented.
“Y/N!” Peter exclaimed, rushing over to hug her.
“Hey, Peter,” she welcomed him into her arms. “I’m so glad you’re back. Now,” she pulled away, “keep fighting.”
“On it!” His helmet closed and he swung away.
The couple watched before making eye contact.
“We did it,” Tony whispered, coming closer to his wife.
“But it’s not over yet,” Y/N replied. She leaned in and kissed him. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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dameronology · 12 hours ago
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knowing me, knowing you {steve rogers}
summary: breaking up is never easy - but it's the best thing you can do (yes, it's based on the song by abba and no, i have no regrets)
warnings: mentions of drinking, swearing
i don't even know what possessed me to write this but? i've been neck deep in angst rn and sometimes, it's nice to explore a healthy break up bc shit happens. enjoy!!
- jazz xx
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In the middle of Brooklyn, about twenty minutes away from the Bridge, there was an unassuming townhouse. It stood between several other identical brownstones, with a messy garden and unkempt tangles of bushes - you nor Steve never had the time to tend to do it, with your jobs and your lives pulling you in a thousand different directions. The inside, though? That was what had mattered. It was filled with years of memories - photos of you on the fridge, ticket stubs from your trips to the movies, clutter from so many Christmases and birthdays - that were all contained between the four walls. Home had been important to Steve, given how often he'd moved around. And it couldn't have been that home without you.
Now you were stood at the foot of the front garden, a pile of collapsed boxes resting in your arms. The last time you'd been here was when you and Steve had tried to talk it out -- it had ended with the door slamming behind you. The conversation had ended badly, but your relationship had ended even worse. And even though you had both tried to hard to blame one another, finding fault had been hard. You'd just...fallen out of love. It wasn't something either of you could help, nor was it something you could force. Your frustration and anger, and the shouting and fights, had never been at Steve, but rather the situation. He had always said that finding you, and simultaneously loving you, had come out of nowhere; it was something he had never sought out. You were just there one day, and it changed everything.
Sighing to yourself, you headed up the path and towards the front door. You'd been dreading this day for months -- moving out years worth of stuff, and trying through bleary eyes not to look at the photos on the wall or the millions of little reminders that your relationship had left behind in its wake. There was a dent in the hallway, from your first Thanksgiving in the house when Steve had gotten a little too drunk, and the massive crack in the kitchen floor from where you'd managed to drop the kettle. It was littered with memories and callbacks and evocations. The house was haunted with the ghosts of what was, and what could have been.
You could at least take comfort in the fact that you'd tried - several times, actually. There had been couples counselling and forced, romantic getaways in a last-ditch attempt to trigger something, anything, to get back your dying spark. It made it better and worst - better, because you knew that you'd done everything in your power to salvage things, but worst, because it had all been a waste. A sign that your relationship had gotten so bad that it had crossed the point of no return.
Sometimes, breaking up was the best thing to do. It hurt now, but it hurt much less in the long term compared to what could have been if you'd stayed together.
Placing the boxes by the door, you shut it behind you and quietly crept inside. There had been no communication with Steve other than a few horribly formal emails - after all, you did still work together - detailing your plans to sort the house out. It had been sitting derelict for months, your former home collecting dust. He'd sought refuge at Bucky's loft across the River, whilst you'd been hiding out in Natasha's spare room.
It felt odd being back; nostalgic and painful all at once. So much had happened in these four walls - good and bad, memorable and mundane - and you were feeling it all at once. It was seeping in through the cracks of your mind, the same way the tension had slipped through the cracks in the old walls and questionable foundations. It didn't matter that the place had been falling apart, because it had been so loved.
"I...I didn't realise you were coming today."
You froze at the sound of Steve's voice. He was stood in the kitchen, navy bomber jacket slung over one shoulder and a box of his belongings in his free hand. Hadn't you said that you coming today? Tomorrow was meant to be his moving day.
"Yeah," you swallowed. "I said in the email."
"Sorry, I must have misread it." He sheepishly admitted. "I was just gonna get my stuff and go."
"Me too," you nodded. "Figured it might take a while though."
"You do own a lot of crap," Steve gently smiled. "I just put the kettle on. Do you want a coffee?"
"Uh," your eyes fell to the floor, "I should probably just-"
"- it's just a coffee." Steve cut you off.
"Yeah, okay then."
You awkwardly took a seat at the breakfast bar beside him. God, was this really what it had come to? This time last year, you would have just been waking up and strolling into the kitchen, greeting your super soldier with a kiss as he prepared breakfast. You had a routine - you had a life. But that was exactly it, wasn't it? Life. You and Steve of all people knew how fucking unexpected things could be; how many curveballs and challenges could be thrown your way. In an odd way, your break-up had been even less expected than Ultron and Loki and HYDRA.
"It'll have to be black coffee," Steve said. "We only have coffee out the jar. No-one's been here for months."
"I know," you nodded. "I did used to live here, remember?"
"I think I'm having a hard time not remembering, to be honest," He said. "Being here is harder than I thought it would be."
"Yeah, I get that." You took the mug out his hands, giving him a small nod. "All this feels a lot scarier than aliens and robots."
"Ah, well," Steve tried to brush it off. "I never noticed how badly we beat up the place."
"Do you mean the dent in the hallway, or the crack in the floor?" You found yourself smiling.
"I meant the hair dye stains in the bathroom and the smashed window in the basement," he shot back.
"That was both of us. You wanted to play football inside, remember?"
"Only because you had got me drunk," he countered. "I don't think we'll get our deposit back."
"Y'think?" You quirked an eyebrow.
An odd silence fell over you. It was the first time in months that you were talking - and now that the pressure of being in a relationship was suddenly off your shoulders, some of the tension had faded away. When you took a step back and brushed aside the ashes of what had once been, there was still...something. Not love, and not a relationship, but the same common ground and interests that had brought you together in the first place. It was worth holding onto.
"Do you remember that time that your parents came to visit and you forgot to tell me?" Steve recalled with a soft smile, "and your dad just strolled in on me in the shower."
"It's not any worst than the time you gave Bucky a spare key and he broke in in the middle of the night to get milk for his fucking coffee," you chuckled.
"It was a good few years."
"It was," your eyes fell down to the dark bubbles of the coffee in front of you. "Pride and all that aside, I'm sorry it ended how it did."
"Hey, it's okay," Steve gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze, "it's no-one's fault. These things happen."
"I know," you said, "I just...we had a good thing going, didn't we?"
"We did, but we also did everything we could to try and fix things." He replied.
"And we couldn't," you recalled. "I know that breaking up was the easy thing-"
"- it wasn't," Steve cut you off. "But it was the right thing, wasn't it? Because we made each other miserable."
"As partners, yeah," you nodded, "but what about friends?"
Your eyes met again, and he smiled. "Yeah. I think we can manage that."
Admitting defeat was hard, but if it was what you needed to do in order to stay in each other's lives? It was the best you could do.
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aswinter · 13 hours ago
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Promise - Steve Rogers x Reader
CHAPTER 1
A shimmering ray of sunshine woke you up in a warm day of May. You got up and started the routine as always with breakfast. While you were looking for the last drop of milk, you accepted, with a bit of desperation, the fact that Uncle Mario had finished it all. You then decided to silently take a glass of water instead. The flow came from the rusty tab in a calming way, and you stood there, watching the stream of liquid filling your glass to the brim. After a first sip you opened the grey fridge, looking for one of Aunt Gia’s delicious homemade jams, and decided for the blueberry one, one of your favourites. Then, you switched on the little TV that way high, over the fridge, and listened to the news like every other day of your new life. After biting a few times the bread with the deep purple marmalade you’re awakened by a familiar name. You turn on the TV and usually listen to the news passively, knowing that the most exciting things that happened here among the hills of Italy were the fights between those idles politicians. But this time was different. You took a quick look at the nearest clock, this house was full of them, and noticed that the blue hands of the round one were marking the 8 o’ clock. The time of the international reports.
“Sarah Hudson was pronounced dead yesterday, at 6 pm. She was one of the most efficient federal agents of the United States of America. One of the first women to ever reach the high peaks of this career. Her daughter, niece and friends will always remember her. And so will America”.  
You felt your heart stopping. Crushing into your chest a terrible pain was overwhelming you.
Sarah. You repeated in your head. How could this be possible? Your heart went from nothing to hitting your torso so much that you feared it could jump out in a minute. Your legs ceded and it was only when you found yourself curled up on the floor that you realised the heavy tears that were cutting through your prominent cheeks. Sarah. Her name came out of your mouth like a desperate mumbling, as the flood of your thoughts travelled every single moment that you two have shared together.
You and Sarah had been friends since you can remember. You first met because your mum was working hard as a labour to provide you a better life. Your parent immigrated from Italy to New York, directly to Brooklyn. Italy was devastated after World War I and, especially in the south, poverty ran rumpant. So, they climbed onto the fist ship they found when you where only eight months old and changed their lives forever. You liked Brooklyn, your mom too. Couldn’t say the same for dad. He had always been a shy type. A little grumpy, especially in the evenings. Working in those conditions was exhausting for them. That’s why you were always the best at school. You gained the highest marks for them. It was a mutual effort and you were happy. Sarah was the first friend you made in school. Well, she was the first girl one, at least. It was in year 1932 that you first played hide and seek together, in the park near your house. How many years had passed? 80? You didn’t want to do the math, she was the one good with numbers, you thought.
A shiver pain from your chest almost interrupted your uncontrolled stream of consciousness. But now it was too late. Decades of suppressed emotions came back to you like a river in flood and you didn’t know how to stop it.
“You always win!” It was like you could still hear her sweet and caring voice, it was like a painful caress on your heart. “You always let me!”. The memory of you two smiling broke your heart even more. It was like, after infinite years, you could still see her blonde hair of hers, her bright blue eyes that you always craved to have. “But I like your green ones more!”, she answered when you confessed how much you envied her irises. “Sarah they are not even that green!” you quickly argued. “But they are so expressive”. You tried to detach from this unstoppable flood of memories by aggressively standing up. In the goldish bathroom you washed the tears from your face with freezing water. After 80 years your face and body still looked like you were in your actual twenties. But the sorrow that held your face was, today, revealing all the pain you have been through.
You opened your wardrobe and quickly picked a pair of wide-leg jeans and threw on a white crop top. You hesitated for a moment looking at your reflection, thinking of how much you’ve changed. Then looked down, took your usual little black purse and dusted the brown luggage that had been hiding under your bed for almost a decade by now. After opening it you checked if there was everything: a black dress, an old pair of sunglasses, a silk pijama and a jumpsuit. Under them you found your passport and your raven-coloured credit card. After a heavy breath you wrote a letter to your aunt and uncle, that have been so kind by host you in their small but lovely little house. You explain them that one of your dearest friends unexpectedly passed away, and that you had to say goodbye. You have already talked to them about your situation a couple of times, and they would have understood, you thought.
Taking a last look of the walls that kept you company these years you shut the door and walked away. A cab took you to the nearest airport. It had been ages since you last flew. A polite flight attendant told you that there was a free seat to the next flight to New York, but it was in only 30 minutes. “Sì”. Yes, you told her in italian, you’ll take it. After all, what was holding you back here? I mean, you loved the cook, the summer sunrises where amazing and the dawns were just as magical if seen at the beach. But this was about Sarah. The flight was overall good, but you couldn’t sleep an eye for 12 hours straight. You went through all your memories after years of denying them. Not because you hated them. No, not at all. Instead, you loved them. you loved every single detail of them. You loved them so much that they were destroying you. While your head wandered by the thoughts you lingered at the child who sat next to you. He was about 10 years old, you thought, and was passionately reading a magazine. You gasped at the sight of Captain America.
Captain America. You hated this nickname. For you it was Stevie. It had always been Stevie. Sarah was your fist female friend, but Steve Rogers had been having your back since your moms worked together in the factory. You remembered how it was back in the ’30 with him in Brooklyn. You were everyday together. With Bucky too. But Bucky was almost in love with Steve. Buck was a bit older and couldn’t stand a “stupid girlie” hanging with two boys. However, no matter how he tried to denying it, you always have had so much fun.
The eyes of the portrait of Steve Rogers pierced your soul. You start remembering how it was your life before war happened. How happy you and Steve were. Your best friend since elementary school. You always risked in class by letting him copy your answers in geometry lessons. He hated it. but he helped you with history. You couldn’t stand study such boring things. But he was so kind. And innocent.
You have seen it a couple of times, on TV. In 2012 when New York happened, and then another few rimes. He was, as always, too selfless. Always ready to sacrifice himself for the others. You could only crave his firm and fair personality. “You damned!”, he always called you like this when he was angry, and you always ended up laughing so much that your face muscles hurt.  You suddenly remember the day he decided to enter the U.S army. He was so small and slim, but you never cared. You always liked his soul, and the way you two looked at each other for 17 years was beyond the appearences. Your friendship was so deep. You remember tearing up. “I have to go. I want to go. Bucky’s coming with me. You don’t have to worry, I’ll be back in a minute”. You were too afraid to lose him. You felt incomplete without Steve. Sarah was going to study maths at university, Bucky was going with him. That was the first time in your life you felt so alone. It would not have been the last, though. “Steven, promise me this is forever”. You prayed him. And then suddenly his frail arms wrapped around you in a tight hug. “I promise”.
“We have landed at the LaGuardia Airport. Thank you for choosing our company”. The voice of the speaker brought you back to reality and you headed to the first hotel that you could find in Brooklyn. After you tiredly jumped on the big mattrass you started looking for someone to contact, and after a fast research, thanks to Face Book, you found the name of Sarah’s daughter. You were shocked by the sight of her name. Sarah named her daughter after you. She thought you dead all this time.
Again, your eyes began to fill with tears and you crashed in another desperate cry. You never wanted any of this.
The room was cold. Even with 25 Celsius degrees it felt breezing. And enormous. You were a tiny little broken part in the immensity of the City of New York. All alone, again. Loneliness had been following you since Steve Rogers enlisted the military. You painfully try to stop remembering those days, but being here and avoiding this place for almost ’80 years didn’t prepare you. You cannot manage these emotions because you have always been hiding them.
After Steve unexpectedly got into the army you wrote him every day. He used to answer your daily letters every once in a few days. But days became weeks, and weeks turned into months. Months without even knowing if he was alive or not. Months of agony. From being together every single moment of your lives to being apart and not even knowing if the other one is still breathing. After not hearing anything for an entire season you went looking for him. You had seen him on journals. He was completely changed. His whole body did. Supersoldier. That is how they used to call him. The symbol of America. You were inflamed with range. How dared he disappear from your life like so? How dared he forget of you?
I promise. These two bare words were what kept you going years. And those years changed you all. Sarah was getting into the secret division of some Federal Bureau, Bucky was a Sargent and Steve was – well, Steve was something. You didn’t even know who or what he was. And you were very changed, too. Your innocence and friendliness always remained with you, secured by your smile and your contagious laugh. But physically you were grown into a woman. You remember looking at yourself through the dusty mirror of your mother, in the little home in the suburbs of Brooklyn, while tracing the lines of your body carefully. You had never been that skinny, you thought, at least not like Sarah was. You had a discreet chest, your hips were a bit big but everything was balanced by a tiny waist. You liked yourself, after all. That day you put on your usual dress and drove to Steve Rogers’s military camp.
When you arrived it was a disaster. People were shouting and running all over the place. The green uniforms made everything so confused that you couldn’t find you way even if there was nothing on the ground. The crowded place was overwhelming, stressing but you had to be there. You started shouting, too. Maybe it was the only method you could ever be seen here. “STEVEN! STEVEN!”. The only thing that you kept saying was his name. And for minute nobody answered. Something started to running through your head. Might be Steve dead? No. No. No. Was he in danger? Where was he? the picture of his lifeless body in front of you made you stop breathing. That could not be possible. Suddently, you were interrupted by a cold hand hat rested onto your shoulder. “Who are you and who are you looking for”. There was a tall, threatening man before you. Eyes narrowed, thick brunette eyebrows and black hair. If it wasn’t for the wrinkles which adorned his forehead you would have given him no more than 35 years. Perhaps war aged him, you thought. “A friend of Steve Rogers. I need to see him. It’s urgent”. Your voice was flickering, shacking from the horrible thoughts that were haunting your mind. “Captain Steve Rogers has already gone for a mission. It’s top secret, I am not allowed to tell you where he is”.
“Is he with Bucky? Is Bucky unarmed, too? I mean, Sargent Barnes”. You were impatient, yearning for informations on your dearest friends.
“Yes. Yes, they appear to be together. But they-”. All of a sudden the field became a crimson red. The flames spread. You were thrown to the ground and your ears were burning so painfully that you had to cover them. The air was saturated with smoke and earth. Crying and shouting were all around you. Your blurry vision was able to see a group of men in the distance, all dressed in black from head to foot. One of them came up to you. You managed to get you up, somehow. You turned around and noticed that you were the only one standing. "Help!" Your broken voice overcame the gloomy noise of the explosion. A man of these picked you up and took you with him. In his uniform you noticed the same crimson red of the flames- A small red symbol on their shoulder. A skull, a skull with tentacles. A symbol that haunted you all your life.
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stuckybarton · 13 hours ago
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Unintentional Father
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SUMMARY: Steve Rogers had always liked you, from the first time you had stepped foot in the Avengers Compound, to your no-nonsense perspective in the world. Never taking shit from anyone, especially Tony; everyone liked you, liked your son who you bring along from time to time upon the request of Pepper Stark and many of the women in the compound. So how was it possible that he was here talking to Director Fury with you, and the small little fact that he was the father of your adorable blue eyed baby. How was that even possible when he couldn’t even ask you out on a date properly? CHARACTERS: Steve Rogers x Reader; son!OMC (Grant); Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes WARNINGS: Profanities. Suggestive Themes. Possible Smut(?) Grammar Mistakes. English not being my first language. [Not Beta’d tho] WORDS: 2,208 CHAPTERS: [1/3] A/N; This was supposed to be just a one shot, but i just turned into a life of its own before I know it. So--enjoy?
PART TWO || PART THREE
MASTERLIST
Playlist I was listening to while writing this. Boop. 
Part 1: Say Mama
You had always wanted to have your own child.
It was a given fact knowing how you had to take care of your own siblings growing up. A mother that works two to five part-time jobs daily and an drunk and mostly absent father, being the eldest gave you the role early on in your childhood. Caring for your siblings had also brought you this independence on yourself as a woman and as an individual, never to expect anything from men, never need men in your life to actually live a full and content life.
In your eyes, they are now simply reduced to their only sole reason for procreation.
Before giving the thought of Sperm Banks a try, you had thought of other means necessary. Adoption had been your primary way, but sadly most of the agencies would prefer for you to be married, and for a man to also be part of the child's life--a bullshit answer if you were being honest. Then there was the more dangerous method of getting yourself knocked up from a one-night stand. Relationships weren't much of a thing for you, and the men you had dated always seems so keen on never having kids, or they were, it was just the making process and you couldn't see to depend on them when it's time to care for the baby.
So when all the research and inquiries you had made, getting implanted with a faceless man's sperm was the best solution. It was quick, simple, and there was no need for the obligation and restraint of a man with whatever you would believe would be best for the child. Your mother had been apprehensive at first when the subject was brought up, the traditionalist in her worried, but you were stubborn and financially was at the best time to have a child of your own.
Raising in the corporate ranks in Stark Industry and the Avengers, you were head of the Finance Department, and no amount of money in or within both parties go under your nose without you knowing. It was what made you perfect for the job, and the very reason why you were also paid handsomely by both Pepper and Tony Stark. You had the money and the place to raise your child all on your own, it also didn't hurt to know that Tony was doing everything he could to make sure you don't leave, that amount of trust and bribing was enough to reassure you that having a child all on your own was the best thing to happen in your life.
"Behave for Mommy, okay?" You cooed towards your ten month-old son, with his chubby little fist on his little mouth. A small line of drool streaming through the side of his mouth. But no matter he still looked adorable as you wiped away the stream and fresh new line was quick to reappear.
It wasn't usual for you to bring your son to the Compound, it was more for his safety above everything else. But with the babysitter cancelling last minute and finally relenting to Pepper and Nat's request to bring baby Grant to the compound, this was the best thing you could do at the moment. Two birds with one stone. You knew a handful of people in the compound more than willing and more than capable of taking care of little Grant if a meeting or two would come and pull you away from your son's attention.
The usual mumbling and cooing could be heard from your son's mouth as you now had him rested on your waist, your journey towards the common room was filled with your son's cooing and your occasional baby talks that would earn a giggle or two from the child. You could only smile at the curiosity in your son's eyes as they wondered everywhere. Almost just as much as you had done the first time you had ever stepped foot in the Compound, like mother like son it seems. Eventually, the first person you had come across was the good Steve Rogers, coming out of one of the meeting rooms, it seems.
Freshly showered, and your eyes momentarily fell to his chest, in the confinements of the shirt that was one size to small for him. A part of you wanted to see how it felt like. How your fingers would feel like against the vast chest of his. The curvature of his abs also to be seen. All the nights you have once fantasized about this man, coming into full swing, his oblivion was a godsend in this embarrassment that was known as your little crush.
A smile on his face as his attention was quick to focus on your son still in your arms. It took a lot in you to control not to blush. Steve had been one of the few exception to your belief that all the men in this world were trash. He was far from it, in fact he was a perfect gentleman. Naïve at the advancement of times, but still a gentleman nonetheless.
"How you doing, Buddy?" Steve inquired and the excitement your son was displaying seeing one his favourite people in the compound.
Grant trying his best to get out of your hold and into Steve's own. It sometimes amazes you that a ten month old baby could have this amount of strength, there was just a few small things the books never really tell you about. Steve's blue eyes turned to you, almost asking with his puppy dog eyes if he was allowed to carrying your son.
In a momentary reluctance, you allowed Steve to carry your son. Chest tightening with a warmth you were not so certain what emotion was at the sight of your son resting his head calmly now on Steve's too-small shirt. Watching Steve rock gently only made you believe that whoever was the woman to give him a child, will be the luckiest woman alive. He knew what he was doing and his larger body was not a reason to not be as gentle as he was with your son in his arms.
"I'm sorry, I never asked about your day, Y/N." Steve had finally acknowledged your presence turning his blue eyes yet again towards you as the two of you continued on your way to the common room where you were certain the rest of the team were.
"It's doing great." You respond. You always been so out of words when it comes to Steve. He was charming, to a fault at times and it only made you think more about him in a much more personal setting. What was he like without the pressure of his work always bringing him back to his obligations for the team. "Some last minute change of plan, but that little monster making things better for me." You added giving your son a side glance, still he was snuggled against Steve's chest. A part of you envying his current position for some reason.
Focus. Y/N.
"I hope Stark isn't ruining your time with this little angel." He points out as the two of your finally arrive to the common room with almost everyone in the Avengers available. A rare sight if you were being honest with yourself. One or another would end up being pulled into a mission that would have them absent for days, weeks, or even months if it was a dangerous mission. It only brought relief for you, knowing the momentary peace in the world, in the compound.
"If I didn't know Baby Mama is way out of your league Rogers, I would have thought you two would make a perfect couple. White picket fence and all."
Trust Tony to ruin this little moment you had with Steve.
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Sometimes Steve thinks he had perfected the mask, the façade of what everyone thinks of him, what the world would like to believe him to be. But with Tony Stark, he could see past his bullshit--Tony's words, not his. Was he always been obvious about his feelings for you? He had always been civil with you, never overtly flirting when the situation presents itself, and he would even go as far as admit he had been using your son, Grant, most of the time just to be able to talk to you in the past. But Grant, your bubbly ten month-old son had grown on him. Unlike with Scott or Clint, Grant would never cry in his arms as he had first feared he would--he was confident enough to think that he loved his presence just as much as he did.
The small cynical voice in the back of his head would often tell him that it was just a child that lacked a true paternal presence. It had been no secret to anyone in the Compound that Grant's father wasn't present in his life. You had later explained that the man was nowhere to be found. He believed you weren't seeing anyone, always letting them know, most especially Tony, that you would prefer to be at home with your child than to experience the nightmare of dating all over again and meet men like Tony. A comedic retort that openly offended Tony, but had shut him up nonetheless before he thought of another comeback.
One of the many reasons Steve had for liking you, there were also reason why he didn't have the balls to talk to you to ask you out. It was the fear of rejection. He had openly seen you tear the brave--and stupid number of agents and male employees (and even female employees at times) a new hole. No one was good enough for you, and you had always made it a point to let everyone know that if they did start dating you, Grant is part of it--in whatever shape, form, and capacity it may be. A package deal that didn't really worry Steve if he was brave enough to ask you.
"I see you still have the balls after last time, Stark." You began finally taking hold of your son. A fraction of a moment, when his skin touched your own, he could feel the shiver run through his spine.
Allowing you to finally take hold of your son. Grant's wide blue eyes beamed finally returned to his mother before his eyes turned back to Steve. If he hadn't known that fact that he knows how babies are made, he would have thought those eyes reminded him so much of his father's. Blue hues of the bays he would remember of his father's and of the lagoon between Brooklyn and Queens. An eyes that was almost like his own at times.
"Dada." The baby squealed taking everyone by surprised, a mix of happiness and shock now painted on your face. Was that Grant's first words?
"I'm sorry about that." You whispered as Nat and Wanda was quick on their feet to take your son out of your hands and hopefully dissipate the awkwardness of your son's first words and you believe was the last situation Steve should be placed in.
"Nothing to be sorry about." Steve was quick to assured, the knowing looks on both Bucky and Sam's faces says otherwise.
A bubble of unadulterated happiness settled in his stomach. Dada. He never entertained such an idea for himself and for the life he was living. A child and a wife was the last thing he would thing he needed, for their sake, more than his own. But seeing you, seeing the angel that was Grant, he had let the fantasy live in his mind even for just a fraction of a moment.
"Still..." You shrugged, unable to say anything about the situation. There was really nothing that needs to be said. Grant was a baby, the concept of a father was still foreign to him. "I don't want to put you in a situation that you aren't supposed to be in."
Maybe he wants it. Pursing his lips, he nodded instead. It was not the time or the place to discuss something like it. He excused himself into the corner of the common room, where Bucky and Sam were already in their own little conversation--Steve didn't need to ask to know they were both talking about him.
"Want to talk about it?" Sam's brows wiggled and the shit-eating-grin on Bucky's face already had Steve want to end the conversation even before it began.
"No. I don't think I want to." Steve muttered watching as you gave your son a pepper of kisses on the cheeks while he played with Nat's red hair, before following Tony to talk business.
A glance of your body, the subtle changes from what you already had pre-pregnancy, the tightness in his trouser was the last thing he would want to think about--especially with the audience of his friends to see.
"Punk really thinks he's subtle." Bucky smirked earning a holler from Sam surprising the baby and bring him into tears in the process.
Wanda and Nat were quick to give the three of them a deathly glare as they tried their best to soothe the crying baby.
"Never said it was."
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just-iimagine · 13 hours ago
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Money Can't Buy You Happiness But It Can Buy You A Soul Mate - 11
Bucky x reader
Soul mate, mafia AU
Word count: 1.2k
Read the previous parts here: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10
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Note: Please let me know your thoughts. I love feedback! I, myself, have never experienced a miscarriage. If I have written it wrong or offended anyone. I apologise!
Warning: hospital, shootings, miscarriage aftermath
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Hour 1
The ambulances arrived about 5 minutes after you had been taken. Immediately they took the driver and Bucky out of the flipped car. Placing each of them on a stretcher and into an ambulance each. Both unconscious throughout it all.
ID was found on both of the men, phone calls were made for each to let the family know that the men who injured. The driver's wife was called, as were you for Bucky. When no one answered, they moved onto the next person on the list. Steve.
Hour 3
When Steve arrived at the hospital, Bucky was finally out of the slight coma. The doctors were worried about the concussion he had but that was the least of Bucky's worries. You were missing, no, not missing. Taken.
"I can't just stay here. She is my wife!" he shouted to the doctor, trying to remove all the wires connected to him. "Buck, I have it" Steve pushed him back onto the bed. "I will find her!" he promised, the slight pressure on Bucky's shoulders made him groan in pain. He hated feeling so helpless but the crash had done a number on him. His head was spinning, he was injured. "I want hourly updates" he grunted to his friend, finally giving in.
Hour 18
It was the next morning before Steve even got a lead on your whereabouts from the crash. Finding the van that had taken you abandoned on a side road just outside the city.
Whoever had taken you had burned the truck to a crisp. Clearly hiding evidence of who they were and why they did it. "I want the van searched! Anything that you can find, I want it reported to me immediately!" Steve ordered his forensic team. Taking out his phone to call Bucky.
It was slow progress.
Hour 22
Steve hated to ask, he knew this was an inside job. To be kept within the family. His family, his side of the business. But he couldn't take it anymore as the hours ticked away and it was almost a day since you had been taken. Even Bucky wasn't happy with the idea but he agreed. It was best to call the others.
"Hello, Tony" Steve sighed as Tony answered. "Ah, Steve. How is everything" Tony's tone was light and fluffy. Clearly, he hadn't heard. He sighed once more before explaining the story. "And you've no idea where she is?" Tony questioned as he typed into his computer. Sending word out to the others to get their people on it too. "None and Bucky can't help. Doctors are worried about him too... And she's pregnant" the last three words Steve had to whisper.
"Don't worry" it was Pepper's voice now on the line. "We'll get her back." The call ended then with the promise. Meaning everyone began to help.
Hour 29
The van gave no real leads. Making tensions even higher than before. But now the others were helping. Each branch of the Avengers took a different part of the city. Looking whole heartedly for you. As if you were their own sister. It was touching in a way, if who dwelled on it. But Steve didn't have the time. He had to console Bucky and man his part of the search.
Hour 36
It wasn't often a strange number got through to Steve. He paid enough money to keep his number private. So when he looked at his ringing phone and saw your name flashed across it, his heart jumped. Answering it quickly, only to be greeted by a male voice. "Mr. Rogers?" the voice called, shaking a bit. Clearly a younger man. "How did you get this number?" was Steve's first question.
"I'm her brother. So when they took her belongings, I kept the phone in my pocket" your brother explained. Steve immediately clicked his fingers, getting a trace run on the call. "Where is she?" he asked, getting his car loaded up to begin the search for you. Now that he had this led.
"Down at the docks. Inside one of the boats. It's called 'skinny mate.'" Why was your brother being so honest with his responses? "They have her tied up. I'm not allowed to see her but I know it isn't good" his voice started to shake again as he rambled. "Please, help her. I didn't sign up for this. Dad didn't explain it to us before he took her. She's hurt from the crash and there hurting her more now."
Steve's cars were already driving to the docks. Tony agreeing to meet him there too.
Hour 37
They got to you in time. Steve taking your limp body and bringing you to his car. Himself and Tony holding you in the car as they drove. The driver driving like a mad man to the hospital. The doctors taking you in on a stretcher. Running to get you to surgery to flush out the chemicals to save the baby.
Bucky saw your body being rushed down the halls. You looked so pale, so fragile. Nothing like yourself. Bucky clung to the wall as he felt his heartache. He should have been in bed, but none of the nurses could stop him as he left to go see you. Hoping you'd be alright, greeting him with the same smile you always do. The one he quickly grew to love and adore. Instead, he was greeted with another sight. Looking away from you then to see Steve and Tony. Both with blood on them.
Your blood
Hour 39
Your body was laid out on the hospital bed, you reminded Bucky of Snow White in a way. Before the Prince saved her. He wished a kiss would wake you, bring you back to him.
He refused to leave your side. Having spent the last day and a half away from you. He wasn't going to let you slip away from him again. So the doctors moved his bed to your room, as well as his medication.
The head of the group sighing then as he spoke up. An uncomfortable look written across his face as he did so, "Unfortunately, Mr. Barnes. Well, we were able to save your wife. The baby had already miscarried before she got here. We fixed everything else. So now, it is just time for her to heal and wake up. We are sorry for your loss" he said. Nodding before leaving. Letting Bucky take your hand, staring at you sleeping.
Sleeping sounded too peaceful. Recovering more like. While he cared about the baby, he just wanted you to be ok before he could mourn.
Hour 48
It took some time for you to stabilise. After that. It was just a waiting game. As the doctors explained.
It was like a rotation schedule had been made. Between Steve, Tony, Pepper and the others, they stayed with him. Coaxing him to eat, drink, take his medication.
Hour 60
"She looks like a Princess" Morgan said as she came in with her mother. The first time she had seen you since everything had happened. Bucky's eyes moved over to her as she came over to him. "I'm sorry about your baby" she whispered to him. Sorrow in her voice. "You know, I helped her wrap your present. So she could tell you. She made me promise not to tell anyone" Morgan explained, watching Bucky's sad eyes.
"But it will be ok" Morgan nodded. "She is super strong and she won't leave you" Pepper smiled at how kind her daughter was to the broken man. "Well just remind her of that" he whispered to the little girl, a small smile cracking on his face.
It was another 2 days before you woke.
"And my father?" you whispered to the men. Still leaning against Bucky as the story cake to an end. "Dead" Steve said, no remorse in his voice. Not that your father deserved it. You nodded a bit, opening your mouth to ask another question before Steve cut you off. "So are your brothers. While one may have had a change of heart, it doesn't take away from what they did" he shrugged a bit.
This was the dirty side of their business. The side they hid as best they could. Other than the bloody clothes they'd come home in. The bruises and cuts that covered their bodies. You knew that it what was needed to be done as Bucky squeezed you in his arms. "I'm sorry" he whispered into your hair. While they were your family, they were still horrible. "A small price to pay considering we lost our baby" you whispered back. Leaning up and kissing his lips.
"Red Skull is still on the loose. But everyone is hunting him down" Steve continued then, "I'll go check with the doctor if you can both come home in the morning" he pulled himself from his chair. Leaving you both alone as he closed the door behind him. "I'm sorry" you whispered again to Bucky. Still looking up at him as he looked down at you.
"No more apologies. You didn't do anything wrong" he shook his head slowly. "Are you ok?" you asked then after some silence. "Other than the obvious injuries" you added with a small smile. Bucky considered his answer for a moment. You were both hurting, so was there any point in talking about things now. Making the hurt even more real. To say out loud what you had both lost.
"Bit heartbroken" he whispered, deciding it probably was for the best. Well, you had already said about the baby, it still didn't feel real. Nothing felt real. He wouldn't get to see your tummy grow. To watch his baby swell you up, breasts growing bigger. Feeling the baby kick as it grew, talking to the baby at night. Then finally hugging and kissing the little baby after you had it.
He sighed and kissed your forehead. "It will be ok" you whispered. You knew he felt the same pain you did. While he didn't physically lose the baby, he didn't watch the blood as you lost it. But he still felt it. The pain, the sadness, the overall heartbreak. It was a shared pain but there was no one else you'd rather go through it with than Bucky. Your husband, soul mate, the love of your life.
Things would get better. It would take weeks, months, maybe even longer. But it would get better and you'd both survive.
Steve seemed to work his magic with the doctors. Having you both discharged the next day. They were happy to let Bucky go, considering he had been in quite some time. For you, they knew you'd be looked after. The added pressure of wanting to keep you safe from Bucky also helped sway the doctors to agree.
That didn't mean things were easy. Between the broken bones, dislocated shoulder and bruises, it was rough for the pair of you. A pattern was created for you both. Helping one another when needed, giving space when needed. You held Bucky when he cried over the loss of his child and he comforted you when you woke in the middle of the night with a nightmare.
Slowly time passed, wounds healed. The physical ones anyway. Slowly but surely, things went back to normal. Bucky went back to work. Mainly meetings for the moment. Your smile started to appear slowly again. With help from Morgan especially.
With the death of your father and brother's, it left the family business to you. As you were the only surviving family member. "You don't have to run it. If you don't want to, we can always put it in with the other properties. Have it run by our people? You can oversee it" Bucky explained to you as you both went over the accounts. "So it would just become a part of the Avengers properties. Making the empire larger?" you wondered, not realising your father owned so many different businesses.
"Basically, yeah. Unless you want them separate?" you shook your head at his question. "No, why would I keep it separate from my family? We'll keep it together. Like others run it and I'll oversee it. Like you suggested. I mean, it can't be that hard. Right?" you shrugged as you sorted the papers. "I'll help" Bucky reassured, capturing your lips in a kiss. Moving you to sit on the desk as you both deepened the kiss. Legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
Being intimate had been difficult after everything. You started slow, as you had at the beginning of your relationship. Cuddling was your main source of intimacy, slowly building to kissing and oral pleasure. After two months, you finally had sex again since everything. Things were still rough, some days harder than others. But you were getting there.
That had been the previous night and finally, things felt better. While you both had a hole in your heart, especially considering by now you would have been almost 4 months pregnant. You would have been showing by now too, with a baby pump. How he wished to see it. Perhaps in the future, you'd be able to get pregnant again. The doctors had said it was possible and safe for you both to try again. And you both wanted children.
"Wow, now. Get a room you two!" Sam says as he walks in on you both. "We had one" Bucky responded with a groan as he broke apart from you. "I'm glad to see you too are at least healing" Sam chuckled, grabbing what he needed before leaving you both.
"You know. I have an idea" you whispered to Bucky. Still sitting on the desk in front of him as he stood up straight. Fixing his shirt as he looked to you. Raising his eyebrows. "What's that, doll?" he wondered, a smile fixed on his face. "Could we go away for a little while? Maybe a weekend or week?" you suggested. It had been something you had been thinking about for a while. "Where would you like to go, doll?" he wondered, leaning down on the desk with his fists holding him up. Leaning in and placing his forehead against yours. "So long as I'm with you, anywhere in the world" you whispered, pecking his lips with a giggle.
"What about somewhere warm? The Caribbean? Greece? Thailand?" he suggested. Trying to think of somewhere suitable. "Greece sounds lovely. Could go to one of the islands. Or a few. Rent a boat, explore everywhere" you added, liking the idea.
He nodded slowly, grinning as you seemed enthusiastic. For the first time in these few months, he has really seen a true smile on your face. "I'll book the private jet and we can fly in a day or two" Bucky promised. Pecking your lips before you both continued sorting the paperwork.
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lesbian-deadpool · 15 hours ago
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Steve: So, the mission starts at 8AM, so we should wake up around 6, giving us enough time to get ready. Therefore we should go to sleep at 9PM. 
Everyone but Bruce: Or we could stay up all night and sleep after the mission?
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anika-ann · 16 hours ago
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No Strings Attached - Pt.1
Y/N vs. The Mutual Crash
Type: Modern-college-professor AU x CHUCK, part of Attached series More info here and on the Attached masterlist
Pairing: professor!Steve Rogers x reader   Word count: 2900
Summary for the series: When you literally run into a cute guy named Chuck in school hallway, you soon learn there is much more to him than meets the eye. Unfortunately for you, you learn the hard way.
What’s worse, the encounter sets events in motion you couldn’t imagine in your wildest dreams – and it make you question everything you know.
Warnings: for this chapter - tiny bit of 18+ nsfw smut in the beginning though it’s barely there, swearing, mention of a migraine... that’s it?
A/N: Just so I don’t spook you, we’ll start off easy… with a 2,9k chapter… enjoy and thank you if you’re giving this crossover a chance. You don’t need any knowledge of Chuck, not realy.
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Almost as soon as you woke up, there was a feeling in your gut; today was going to be strange. Strange in a way that you might not be entirely able to put a finger on, nothing all that special happening, but even though it was only half past six, you knew it was going to be one of those days.
Maybe it was the fact that you cautiously dropped a forehead kiss on Steve’s still sleeping form only to find out he was very much awake. His arms swiftly took a hold of your waist and pulled you on top of him, drawing a startled yelp from your lips, which he quickly silenced by a passionate good-morning kiss.
Maybe it was the fact that you nearly ended up being late.
You were not the only one waking up with a peculiar mood. After Steve’s kiss stole all air from your lungs, he was rolling the pair of you over, trapping you against the mattress, arousal evident, hands wandering and sneaking under your sleepshirt, trailing higher and higher until they reached one of his favourite playgrounds. The rest was history; it was quick and little sloppy but undeniably lustful. Still, it led to mutual satisfaction and to not having even remotely enough time to get ready for the day.
Maybe it was the e-mail Bucky sent yesterday at almost 10 p.m. informing his students that there would be a last-minute change of classroom, because special guests were coming to give a lecture. A lecture that started at 8 a.m.. You hated early morning classes; the only thing making them bearable was Bucky, because he was a damn good and funny professor.
God knew if the guests were about to be a blessing or a punishment. Either way, you had a hunch today was going to turn out kinda weird.
And you only had that confirmed as you rushed through the corridors, the home-made coffee in your opened thermo cup in hand—and suddenly it was gone.
Because you crashed into someone. Well, someone crashed into you. It was a mutual crash.
Point being – a hiss of pain escaped your lips, cup slipping from your fingers as the last remnants of coffee stained it, hands thrown in the air—only to slap the person’s shoulder in the process, because they happened to be in the way.
“Whoa!”
“Dammit!” you cursed, shaking your hand to distract yourself form the mild burn.
You eyed the puddle of brown liquid at your feet before your gaze moved up, noticing a few droplets on your jeans, and finally you fixed your gaze on your crashmate.
A relatively tall brunet stared at you, dark eyes wide, an apologetic expression on his face.
“I’m sorry!” you both blurted out at the same time.
Short awkward silence followed as you just kept staring at each other, unable to utter a word. And then you chuckled at the absurdity.
You noticed the guy’s lips curling up in a brief smile as you shook your head and went to find tissues in your backpack.
It wasn’t funny – more like annoying, actually. But you did find it funny. Maybe it was because you had a perfectly steamy morning quickie with your fiancé, making you giddy. Maybe it was because this guy, dressed in a grey shirt and black dress pants was kinda cute, the dark curls of his hair causing him to look rather endearing and charming at the same time and—he was smiling too. There was an air around him; a very friendly air.
“Oh, no, let me help!” he rushed to crouch by the offending puddle before you could even open your backpack and you swiftly lowered yourself too.
“It’s no problem, the cup was pretty much empty, luckily…” you mumbled, shooting him a forgiving smile. He met your eyes, one corner of his lips rising higher.
Oh no. He really was cute.
Now, after the mess with Daniel, you were wary of cute guys, even if it came to innocent flirting. But this one, your crashmate… well. There was something about him screaming ‘trust me’; with Daniel, when you looked back at your first encounter, everything screamed ‘smug jerk’.
The brunet reached for the pack of paper tissues you were holding and so you shrugged, handing him some. If he wanted to help, who were you to stop him? It was both yours and his fault.
“Well, I’m glad it wasn’t full and I didn’t go all Hugh Grant on you,” he uttered as you both worked.
You stared at his Converses for a full second and then it hit you, drawing a surprised laughed from you.
“Was that a Nothing Hill reference? Am I Julia Roberts in this scenario?”
He smiled unsurely at you, seeming rather embarrassed – but seeing your expression, he relaxed. “Yeah, but luckily, you’re not, because the cup was almost empty. Still sorry about the coffee though.”
Picking up the soaked tissues, you went to find the nearest trash can.
“Well, if I-“ didn’t let my fiancé fuck me raw when I was supposed to be getting ready for the day-  “-was watching where I was going, this wouldn’t have happened, so we’re good,” you assured him.
“Are you sure that I shouldn’t, eh,” he pointed somewhere behind him vaguely in a sweeping gesture, smile a smidge shy, ”run to the cafeteria or something to buy you a fresh cup?”
Alert! A guy’s asking you out!
And alert it was; after the fiasco with Daniel, you made it a point to cut things off before they could develop into a sticky situation.
“Oh! That’s really nice of you…?”
You didn’t remember seeing him around before. New student? An exchange student? Because it always went so well with those…
“Chuck.”
“Right, Chuck. Nice to meet you,” you quickly uttered, introducing yourself as well. “But I don’t really--- I, eh-“
You gave up and just awkwardly showed off your left hand. The beautiful ring that once belonged to Steve’s mother – and goddammit, wasn’t it still making you feel all soft and fuzzy – sitting on your ring finger.
Chuck’s gaze zeroed on the jewellery for a moment and then it seemed that something clicked in his brain. He swiftly raised his hands in a no harm gesture, brief panic crossing over his face.
”Oh no! That’s not what I meant, though--- congratulations, but I really didn’t mean to ask you out or something-“ he babbled, hands clenching and unclenching, toying with the belt-loops of his pants the next moment.
You felt your cheeks heat up. Was he trying to cover for the fact that he was embarrassed for wanting to ask you out or had you totally misjudged this situation?
“-though this totally was a meet-cute if I’ve ever seen one and it’s not that you’re not good-looking, I mean attractive and beautiful, because of course you are-“
Oh god, he wasn’t cute.
He was an adorable disaster! You didn’t even care what the truth was at this point.
“-but obviously you’re engaged and I really wasn’t making a move or anything—and I’m gonna have to stop talking right now,” he finished breathlessly, closing his eyes with a self-depreciating smile, his chest rising and falling as he was trying to calm down.
Your cheeks burned from smiling so wide, a cackle fighting its way past your lips. Even if you didn’t want to laugh at him.
“Okay, Chuck. I think I get what you’re saying,” you assured him and because he was clearly adorable, he warily cracked one eye open as if to check if the embarrassing situation you two found yourself in went away. When he noticed your smile, his tense shoulders relaxed, both eyes opening.
“I’m glad. I’m sorry for embarrassing us both. I might as well be that guy from Nothing Hill…”
You laughed – like honestly, nearly having to clutch your belly, laughed. You couldn’t help it.
“Well, you’re charming enough. But I’m afraid I’m no movie star in hiding.”
“You’re cute enough to be one, no discussion here,” he said, his twinkling eyes gave your face a very quick once-over. Somehow, you found his compliment both funny and flattering. A lopsided grin appeared on his face, twisting into a grimace as he hesitantly raised his finger. “But, if we’re talking meet-cutes, I’m afraid I’m more of a Richard Gere here… I got a little bit lost. Point me the right direction, please?”
Whoa, he was stepping up, talking Pretty Woman now. You really liked that dorky comment though.
“Where you headin’?”
“2.34?”
You blinked in surprise, wondering if you heard wrong. Because that was where you were heading.
“Oh? Interesting…” you muttered, earning a curious head tilt from him. Glancing again at your jeans, you grimaced. Those stains had to go… guess direction would have to do. “Yeah, that one is a little tricky… and dumb. You have to go through 2.33. Not that there’s any badge on the door on anything.”
He gasped theatrically. “Tricky!”
“I know! It’s a test of our interhuman skills; can’t really finding without asking someone first. I’ll see you there, I suppose, gotta clean up the cup and… well, me.”
“I’m sorry, again. And thank you,” Chuck said politely, sending you a final smile.
“You’re welcome, Chuck.”
Here’s a thing about hunches: sometimes, they come true.
Being run down in a hallway was nothing too weird, oh no. Not even when a funny charming guy was involved.
Things only got weird when you entered the lecture hall and finally realized why was Chuck heading to the same room as you did. He stood next to Bucky at the professor’s stand, quietly talking to a stunning blond woman in a dress suit and glasses.
Feeling blood rushing to your head, setting your cheeks aflame in embarrassment, you went to find a seat, noticing everyone was sitting with a space of at least three seats between them and never behind. As if you were about to write an extremely important test. Great.
Could this day get any better?
Two taps sounded through the room as Bucky tried the microphone.
“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Well, good for some of us, at least,” Bucky stated, unmistakably finding you in the crowd as if he knew exactly how your morning went – at least the part before you left the apartment. You wanted to sink through the floor – and wasn’t that a familiar feeling under Bucky’s knowing gaze. “Find your seats, please, so we can start. We have some special guests from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs today with us to present you a special program you can apply to, so… you know. Pay attention. They’ll tell you the rest.”
Oh, so you had run into a guy from Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Spectacular.
To be fair, he had been a dork. How were you supposed to tell he was important?! He was still pretty cute standing there.
Also: the blonde by his side? Yeah. You understood now why he reacted the way he did earlier. Because if he knew a woman like that, the idea he was trying to ask you out – or anyone, really – was laughable. Hell, you’d ask her out.
“Morning, my name is Charles Carmichael and this is my colleague, Sarah Walker,” Chuck started off pleasantly, if little nervous from having all eyes on him.
“Like your professor said, we’re here to present you… with an opportunity to get a training for special analyst in one of departments. And before you ask why we’re ambushing a history class when we’re looking to fill an analyst vacancy…”
Several people laughed and you did too – he sounded like the guy from the hallway, only a bit more presentable.
“-it’s because we really talk about this with pretty much every student on this university, so you can see we have a lot of presentations still ahead. Anyway, I’m gonna talk a bit about the program and about our ministry in general, so… yeah. Please listen carefully and watch carefully too. Spoiler: it’s important. Thanks.”
The lights dimmed and he started the presentation, slowly pulling you in and making you forget the incident in the hallway.
And despite his charming ways… the presentation was rather strange too.
It was just one of those strange days.
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You didn’t think there would be anything to add insult to the injury, to turn into the so-called cherry on top.
You were wrong.
Chuck, or Charles Carmichael, was an alright presenter. He remained a dorky character, only enough to hold all of the students’ attention, that was quite okay. It was the pictures that appeared in between those images that felt perfectly in place, that were… just weird. Like… a rose. A beach. New York skyline. Pictures that were not at all related to what he was talking about. He always played it off as a joke – supposedly placing them there to keep you on your toes – but there was something that just felt… off.
And during what you later found out was like the last third of the presentation, you felt a headache starting to build. Not a terribly intense one, but strong enough to be fairly annoying and insistent on bugging you, just above your eyebrows. You couldn’t remember your head ever hurting in such way.
Then things got worse; you indeed got a test to complete. The nice people from Ministry of Foreign Affairs told you not to worry about getting it wrong affecting your marks in your course, obviously, so you didn’t, not really.
But it was hard to ignore that it was the weirdest fucking test you had ever seen.
In each task, pick five of ten words you associate with the word in question, read the instructions. Which on its own could be considered strange, but… it was the supposedly associated words that truly confused the heck out of you.
For ‘rose’ there were clear answers like ‘thorn’ and ‘flower’. The rest of the offered words? Non-sense. Like—utter nonsense. Bulldog, Victoria, Sao Paolo, camp, mirror, Tower Bridge, eagle, heroin. You stared at the words, reading them over and over, the pressure in your forehead growing more vexing by the minute.
For some inexplicable reason, your mind kept on gravitating towards the Sao Paolo, eagle and heroin; surprisingly vivid images of each flashing behind your eyelids as you closed them to relieve the headache. The light was starting to hurt your eyes despite being rather low. It was irritating.
Deciding the stupid test didn’t matter, you went with the first thing that came to your mind for each question, finishing among the firsts. It was rather relieving to see everyone’s face as confused as you imagined your looked.
Leaving the class, you spared Chuck one last glance, finding him staring at you with eyebrows furrowed; brief glance at Bucky told you why, for he wore the very same expression. It seemed that you weren’t very good at masking your suffering. You attempted a lame smile, knowing that you were about to ditch the class that followed.
Catching up with Linda, one of the girls who were with you in Callahan’s class, you begged her to give him your apology; the headache was turning into a splitting damn migraine.
Linda shot you a compassionate smile and assured you she would vouch for you looking absolutely terrible and having no other option than leaving.
“Thanks,” you chuckled weakly, nails digging into your palms as a mild case of vertigo threatened to throw you completely off balance.
“Hey, do you want me to call someone? Take you to the infirmary?” Linda worried, sporting a textbook example of having concern written all over her face. “Not joking, you do look like you’re gonna pass out. Rogers’ gonna be out for blood if he finds out I talked to you and let you wander off in this state.”
The image of Steve stalking down the hallway with an exasperated expression on his face searching for your classmate seemed rather amusing; but that was unlikely to happen.
“Nah, he should be all sunshine. Lots of endorphins released this morning,” you mumbled, absently rubbing at your forehead.
You only realized what you said when a dramatic silence followed, soon broken by Linda’s snort of laughter. The shock of you blatantly revealing something like that in your compromised state helped you to focus a bit more, bringing some clarity to your vision.
“I so didn’t need to know that. Good thing I have Callahan now and not him, I wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye. I’d be imagining him shirtless with a perfect case of bed hair. Gosh, you’re such a lucky bitch.”
“Don’t I know it,” you offered with another weak smile.
“I’m sure you do,” she hummed, lightly patting your shoulder. “Now you get home safe and get some rest.”
“Thank you, Linda. Really.” She only shrugged it off as if it was nothing. The friendly display brought an honest smile to your face and caused you to perk up enough to joke. “Oh, and Steve usually sleeps in a t-shirt, sorry to break it to you. But his bed hair is dreamy.”
“…I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
She would have if you added that the rumour about Professor Rogers being true. That he was indeed packing.
With a smirk at that thought alternating with a grimace whenever a sharp pain hit the back of your head, you headed home.
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Thank you for reading :-*
In case you missed one of my way too many announcements, in Chuck, every episode was named Chuck vs. Something. I decided to keep the theme and go against my usual not-so-frequent use of Y/N in my stories.
P.S. – if any of this felt familiar to Chuck fans, know, some of the plot is a big nod to episode 1x07 Chuck vs. the Alma Mater. It’s one of my faves for many reasons – the plot, hilarious lines, the LOTR references… Honestly, they had me at this scene (0:05 – 0:25  though you can watch the full 2 min, obviously)  
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lavendercitizen · 16 hours ago
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-ˋˏ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ˎˊ-
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Summary: You've gotten so used to Steve's closeness, when you should be fighting him with tooth and nail. Not anymore.
Warnings: Dark/yandere fic, angst; guilt, mentions of kidnapping, implication of death, hypothermia.
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Despair [sequel to Blizzard]
Summary: After your little stunt Steve is nursing you back to health. What will happen now?
Warnings: Mention of death, Dark/yandere fic, angst, hurt/comfort(?), cursing, discussion of stockholm syndrome.
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carpediemm-18 · 20 hours ago
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To the Moon!
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Wife! Reader
Summary: Steve on the moon!
A/N: Do not post my work anywhere. Likes, comments, and reblogs are welcome, I love them.
Steve Rogers Master-list
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"So, how's the moon? You asked placing the cup of piping hot cocoa in front of Steve. Steve, who was concentrating on the canvas in front of him, gave you a confused look. "Huh," he had a dumbfounded look on his face. You smiled at his silly and stupidly handsome face and couldn't resist kissing him as your fingers played with his ginger beard.
"Not that I am complaining, I mean, I love kissing you but what's the talk about the moon?" Steve settled on the wing chair by the window with his cocoa. "About that," you settled on the chair opposite him and gave him the iPad which was till now lying forgotten in your arms. "Check that out," you asked him to read the headlines. Steve read through the headlines of him being on the moon on a special mission.
He shook his head and a chuckle escaped his throat. He placed the iPad on a table next to him and picked up the cocoa. A peaceful silence settled between you both as you enjoyed the hot beverage on this, particularly wet day. Steve's gaze followed the steam coming out of the mug and flowing out of the window where rain poured without a break. His eyes traveled as far as he could look and a content sigh escaped his lips.
After the endgame, after Tony's sacrifice, Steve traveled back to place the stones in their rightful timelines. He went to New York, he went to Vormir and in his words, he felt Natasha's presence, came face to face with his biggest nemesis; the red skull. And finally, he again stopped in New York but in the 40s, a time where he thought he belonged. He said goodbye to you earlier and even though it broke your heart, you let him go. You let him go because you were selfish and if you would have forced him to stay back, he wouldn't be happy and that's not fair to anyone. But few days in the 40s and Steve understood why he survived that plane crash for 70 years. He might have been born in that era but he didn't belong there. He gave Peggy the dance he promised and found his way back to you.
Once back, he decided to give his shield to Sam, something you never understood until the other day when you saw Sam taking up his role as Captain America. He wanted to have that life Tony asked him once to get, but now he wanted it to with you. Steve wanted to give up his previous life forever and settled down into a life of nobody and you being an ex-secret agent wanted the same. With the same goal in mind, you both vanish from the radar just like how sand slips away. You both traveled to a remote village in the mountains far away from where neither your or Steve's past could come knocking ever, brought a farm, and settled into a life you always dreamt but never thought would get.
"As long as I am with you, I am always on the moon darling," Steve whispered as he reached out to you and caressed your wedding band.
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wintervvidow · 21 hours ago
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apricity pt. two
apricity - the warmth of the sun in winter
warnings: angst, blood, violence,
pairing: bucky barnes x female oc
word count: 2,956
A/N: part two is here! I did unintentionally rush through this chapter because I am so excited to start the civil war segment of this story. feedback is welcomed, let me know how you are liking it! thank you for reading!
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Bucky’s cheek stung after the third slap from Pierce, the flesh bright red and warm to the touch. He continued fighting his restraints as he had been for the past hour. He had just been wiped, HYDRA needed to start fresh. Sweat trickled from his hairline to his jugular as he yanked and squirmed in the chair.
Alexander lost his patience an hour ago, Bucky hadn’t stopped talking about the girl on the bridge, “She doesn’t love you! If she did, she would have come back for you. We’re trying to correct the world, and we need you to do that. You want to be useful, don’t you?”
Bucky stared ahead emotionless, ignoring Pierce’s words. She loved him. Her eyes told him so, the look on her face from the bridge continued to haunt him even after being reprogrammed. He knew her. She was good. She was home.
A hand came down against Bucky's face again, harder than the last, “You are an asset. She is what we are fighting against. The world deserves freedom and that is what HYDRA is doing. You don’t do your part and I can’t do mine.”
Bucky softly murmured, voice raw from screaming, “But I knew her.”
Alexander clenched his fist as he stood from his chair placed in front of Bucky, “Wipe him again.”
Soon the air was filled with Bucky’s screams again, torturous and raw. Brock Rumlow looked on in silence, taking in the sight before him. This, he could work with.
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The team consisting of Florence, Steve, Natasha, Sam, Maria, and Fury were littered throughout the vacant underground room, lights dim and the air heavy with stale humidity. Steve and Sam stood while the remaining few were seated at a long conference table. Fury had documents scattered in front of him, Maria with a laptop, typing away intently.
Fury held an image of Pierce from the ’80s in his hand, “This man declined the Nobel Peace Prize. He said peace wasn’t an achievement, it was a responsibility.” Fury threw the picture onto the table, “See, it’s stuff like this that gives me trust issues.”
Natasha speaks from her chair next to her fellow redheaded friend, a solemn expression on her face, “We have to stop the launch.” Alexander was planning on using Project Insight, which consisted of three helicarriers that patrolled the Earth to eliminate threats, deployed after the Battle of New York, only this time it was being planned to be used as a way for HYDRA to eliminate any threats to themselves. The operation was now turned against them.
Fury looked at Natasha with an eyebrow raised, “I don’t think the Council’s accepting my calls anymore.” He flipped open a briefcase, revealing three data chips.
Behind Florence, Sam spoke with arms crossed tightly over his chest, “What’s that?”
Maria flipped her laptop around, showing the team a diagram of data, “Once the helicarriers reach 3,000 feet, they’ll triangulate with Insight satellites, becoming fully weaponized.”
“We need to breach those carriers and replace their targeting blades with our own.” Fury gestured to the case in front of him.
Maria flipped her laptop back around, “One or two won’t cut it. We need to link all three carriers for this to work because if even one of those ships remains operational, a whole lot of people are gonna die.” The entire team grimaced.
All eyes were on Fury as he spoke, “We have to assume everyone on those carriers is HYDRA. We have to get past them, insert these server blades. And maybe, just maybe we can salvage what’s left.”
Florence and Steve shared a look, Florence knew Steve wouldn’t let that happen, “We’re not salvaging anything. We’re not just taking down the carriers, Nick. We’re taking down S.H.I.E.L.D.”
Fury snapped back at Steve, “S.H.I.E.L.D. had nothing to do with this.”
“You gave me this mission, this is how it ends. S.H.I.E.L.D.’s been compromised. You said so yourself. HYDRA grew right under your nose and nobody noticed.” Steve’s face was set, his entire body taking on the posture of command.
Fury gestured around the room with his hands before setting them back on the table, “Why do you think we’re meeting in this cave? I noticed.”
Steve’s face remained cold, “How many paid the price before you did?” Florence read between the lines, she knew what he was asking and it felt like a punch to the gut.
Fury bowed his head as Florence looked away, “Look, I didn’t know about Barnes.” No one did.
Steve scoffed, “Even if you had, would you have told me? Or would you have compartmentalized that too? Like Florence.”
“Hey, she did what she had to. You did not go through what she did.” Florence looked to Fury with kindness in her tired eyes, silently thanking him.
Steve interrupted the tender moment, continuing his speech, “S.H.I.E.L.D., HYDRA, it all goes.”
“He’s right. It all has to go.” All eyes darted to Maria, a silent understanding that Steve was right. This was the beginning of the end.
Fury looks around, eyes landing on Sam, “Don’t look at me.” Sam nods his head to Steve, “I do what he does, just slower.”
Steve stood at the head of the table, staring at Fury as he leaned back in his chair, “Looks like you’re giving the orders now, Captain.”
The team was given their tasks, parting their separate ways before the mission.
Florence found Steve outside, standing on the bridge lost in thought.
Florence sided up next to him, “Hey, I know you probably hate me right now, but-”
Steve cut her off, turning to face her, “I don’t hate you. I don’t. I’m just struggling to wrap my head around the fact that he’s been alive this entire time and you haven’t told one person. Not even me.”
“Steve, I tried. After I ran, I tried to go back for him but he wouldn’t let me; told me to run and to never come back for him. So I had to go into hiding. Seventeen years Steve. It’s not like I could walk into a government building and tell them without HYDRA catching wind. Hell, I could have been walking straight back into HYDRA. You have to understand that everything I’ve done has been to protect him. Everything.” By the end of the redheads’ speech, she was choking back tears, hands trembling at her sides. She bit her lip to quell the emotions running through her.
Steve placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “I know, I know. I’m sorry.”
Silence fell over the two friends as both reminisced on the past, staring off into space.
Flashback:
Florence climbed the stairs behind Bucky and Steve to Steve’s family home. The mood was somber, Florence’s black funeral dress grazing her ankles as she stepped up the last step, standing next to Bucky.
“We looked for you after. My folks wanted to give you a ride to the cemetery.” Bucky’s tone was soft as he spoke to the heartbroken Steve.
“I know. Kinda wanted to be alone.” Steve stared at the ground as he spoke, never making eye contact with either Florence or Bucky.
Florence cocked her head to one side, gaze softly inquisitive as she looked at the small-statured man in front of her, “How was it?”
“It was okay. She’s next to dad.” The blonde’s tone was monotonous and quiet, understandably so.
Bucky shrugged his shoulders, “I was gonna ask-”
Steve cut him off as he reached his front door, hands fumbling in his pocket for the key, “I know what you’re gonna say, Buck, I just-”
“You can put the couch cushions on the floor, like when we were kids. It’ll be fun, all you gotta do is shine my shoes, maybe take out the trash.” Bucky reached down to move a brick, grabbing the key to the door and handing it to Steve, “Come on.”
Steve took the key, finally looking him in the eye, “Thank you, Buck. But I can get by on my own.”
Florence looked to Bucky, silently telling him to comfort their friend. Bucky nodded, speaking again, “The thing is, you don’t have to.” Bucky’s large hand clapped Steve on the shoulder, “Cuz me and Florence? We’re with you till the end of the line, pal.”
The moment was broken up by Sam, approaching the two old friends, “He’s gonna be there you know.”
“We know.” Both Steve and Florence were painfully aware of that fact.
“Look, whoever he used to be and the guy he is now, I don’t think he’s the kind you save. He’s the kind you stop.”
Steve looked to Sam, “I don’t know if I can do that.” Florence knew she couldn’t. Everything she has ever done, Bucky has always crossed her mind- how to help him, save him, protect him; always concerned about his well-being. And now she was forced to go against him.
“Well, he might not give you a choice. He doesn’t know either of you.” Sam twisted the knife with his last sentence, Florence and Steve grimacing at one another.
Steve spoke, looking at Florence for a last time then at Sam, “He will.” The blonde looked over the bridge, “Gear up. It’s time.”
The team changed into their gear and split up to where they were appointed: Natasha infiltrating a meeting with Alexander as a congresswoman with Fury as backup and releasing all HYDRA files, Maria preparing to order the attack to bring down the helicarriers, and Steve, Sam, and Florence to board the helicarrier to replace the targeting blades.
Sam called out to Steve as he walked away, "Wearing that?"
“No. If you’re gonna fight a war, you have to wear a uniform.”
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Florence ran through the ship deck as fast as she could, doing her best to not get shot. Her earpiece kept her up to date, Natasha had just started releasing all of the files; her and Natasha’s secrets were now public along with the rest of HYDRA’s. Steve had already made it to the helicarrier, the redhead had gotten caught up with a HYDRA agent on the ground.
Florence was late to the party, Steve, and Bucky already furiously exchanging punches. She got to the top of the carrier as fast as she could with the help of Sam, her feet moving without thought. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Sam deploy his parachute after being kicked off by Bucky, now he was grounded.
Steve and Florence were on opposite ends of the carrier, Florence quickly making her way toward the two men.
Bucky threw Steve off of the top-level, Steve landing below with a thud, shield long gone in the Potomac beneath them.
Florence stared ahead, Bucky finally noticing her arrival. Both looked at the other in silence, gauging the situation at hand. His eyes were void of all emotion, this was not Bucky. The Soldier had a mission to kill her and Steve. Florence had a mission to keep Bucky alive, no matter the cost. If he was alive that meant there was hope to save him. You can’t save a dead man.
The silence was erupted by Florence, her mouth moving before her brain could stop, "Bucky, don't do this. You don't have to do this."
Tears welled up in her eyes unwillingly, the dam threatening to burst. Even if she knew deep down that he had been alive this entire time, a sliver of her always thought he was dead. Maybe her subconscious came up with that thought to protect herself, to make herself feel better about not being able to get him out. And she did try to get him out; she tried like hell. The first five years of her seventeen-year stint of being on the run was the worst. She was constantly moving locations, barely sleeping. And when she did sleep, she dreamt of Bucky- he was always screaming at her to go, save herself, and leave him behind. That was a detail that she would never tell Steve; if they even made it out alive of this situation. Steve wouldn’t understand, he was too stuck in his ways, he would have tried to get him out anyway. He would disregard any command in order to save Bucky even if the demand came straight from Bucky’s mouth. He would never truly understand why Florence did what she did. Maybe it was better that way.
He furrows his brow, lines etching themselves between his steel-blue eyes, "You're my mission."
A single breath is taken before he swings at her, metal arm glinting in the light as she dodges his punch, sweeping under his outstretched arm. She wasn't going to fight back. She couldn't.
Bucky turns violently, eyes hard, set on her. He lunges again as her weapon clatters to the ground of the helicarrier. Now Florence was defenseless. Although it's not like she was fighting back anyway. She'd let him kill her. If that kept him alive, she'd do it. It's not like he remembers her anyway, you can't mourn a person you don't remember.
She takes three steps back, her back colliding with the wall behind her as Bucky stalks forward. His breath fans across her face as he stands in front of her. She notices a stall in his motions, practically seeing his brain malfunction. His head was fighting with his heart.
A fist flies next to her head, Bucky purposely missing as he punches the wall again. His face twisted in pain, he was fighting himself. He couldn't do this. He knew her. His body knew her, pieces of memories played through his brain as he continued to punch the wall, a ring, her hand in his, dog tags being placed around her neck, all of it hurt. Florence was frozen in place as Bucky's fists continued flying next to her, "Go! You need to go!"
He remembered her.
Just as Steve ordered Maria to fire at the carrier, Bucky shoved Florence, causing her to tumble over the edge, joining Steve at the bottom of the carrier as it went up in flames. The carrier was under fire from all sides, jostling violently, causing Bucky to fall along with her. He landed away from Florence and Steve, being pinned under the debris.
Steve got to his feet, swaying as he stumbled over to Bucky who was struggling under the weight of the metal beam. Steve wedged the beam up, freeing Bucky. The girl remained on the ground, curling into a ball from the pain of the impact of the fall.
Florence rose to her feet as Steve told Bucky that he knew them. Bucky’s metal arm reeled back, punching Steve in the face as he screamed, “No I don’t!”
“Buck, we’ve known you your whole life.” Florence’s voice trembled as he hit Steve again, effectively knocking him to the ground.
Steve stood again, “Your name is James Buchanan Barnes.”
Bucky punched Steve in the face for a final time, the force knocking him off the carrier and into the river below. Florence scrambled to stand in front of Bucky, making him really look at her. To truly see her, to see what he was doing. Her face was bleeding, soot smudged across her forehead, sweat mixing with tears and blood flowing down her face.
“I’m not gonna fight you. I love you.” Florence’s body shook with sobs as Bucky tackled her to the ground.
His frame towered over hers, his body heaving as he spoke, “You’re my mission.” His fist flew next to her head, once, twice; never actually hitting her. Florence could see the struggle in his eyes. He was a broken man without a home.
“You don’t love me. You left me!” Bucky’s fist continued flying next to Florence’s head, the plexiglass cracking. Pierce’s words looped in his mind, she didn’t love him. She left him. She abandoned him. She was his mission.
Florence took a heaving breath in, “Yes I do, I do love you. I tried to get you out, I did, you wouldn’t let me, I tried, I-” Bucky interrupted her by pressing his flesh hand against her throat and applying pressure.
He leaned down, only inches between their faces as he applied more pressure around her throat and choking her. He grit his teeth as he choked her harder, brunette hair dangling in his face. This was it. This was Florence’s last chance, “It’s okay. It’s okay. I love you, it’s okay.” If these were the last words Bucky would ever hear from her, she was okay with that. She needed him to know that it was okay. He was doing what he had been forced to do, it wasn’t him. She needed him to know that she understood.
The hand from her throat disappeared, Bucky leaning back above her, staring at her with glassy eyes. Florence struggled for breath as she watched Bucky process her words. Debris fell around them, Bucky hovering over her to protect her from the falling particles. A large engine fell next to them, shattering the glass and sending Florence falling straight into the Potomac, Bucky hanging onto the carrier from a beam as he watched his lover fall into the water below.
Bucky dragged Steve out of the water with his metal arm while the other balanced Florence against his shoulder, ignoring the burning pain of his flesh arm as her head rested on his neck. He placed the two unconscious Avengers on the riverbank, taking one last look at them before he disappeared, becoming a ghost yet again.
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