#steve rogers x reader x bucky
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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)
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
You’re my priority
All I ever do is run
I swear, I’m fine
I Don’t Hate You Like I Hate Myself
What’s going on with you?
Why do you bother with me?
Running on Empty
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
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
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
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
I got your back - includes eating disorder
I was never good enough for you - includes self harm
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
She’d rather be beautiful than alive - comfort for eating disorder
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Tony: You know how you always wanted a new Rolex watch?
Tony, opening the door: That's right, I got a llama!
Pepper, simultaneously: What?!?!
Y/n, simultaneously: YES!!
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Summary: 1940'S Bucky Barnes x Reader/ Present Bucky Barnes x Reader.
Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, some smut at some point.
Summary: Before the war, Bucky and Reader had the picture perfect life together. When she lost him, she thought that she would never find that kind of love again. However, someone from a different time returns to give her that love once more. Will she follow them through the unknown or come to terms that her once in a lifetime love is truly gone?
A/N: It is so hard to find gifs on 1940′s Bucky that I haven’t used yet. As mentioned in a previous chapter, I’m really not too sure how long this series will be. So it’ll be a “go as we all flow” kind of story. Enjoy!
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October 31, 1941
The sound of kids laughing brought a smile to my face as I gave them all a wave goodbye before letting the door shut behind me. I set the bowl of candy down on the end table that stood its place next to the door and with a tired sigh, I allowed my body to mold into the couch.
Halloween was my favorite holiday, my apartment being decorated from head to toe in a variety of decorations. Tonight, however, I couldn’t find it to be happy. No matter how many smiles I saw on kids' faces when they heard they could take two pieces of candy from my bowl.
I looked over to Steve and gave him a sad nod. “I thought Bucky would be back by now.”
“It’s alright,” Steve patted my knee. “His family goes on these vacations all the time.”
“I know. I didn’t expect him to be gone all month,” I sighed.
Bucky and I had gone on a handful of dates but never finished off the date with a kiss. He was always a gentleman, walking me to my door to make sure I made it inside safe. Call it nerves for the both of us or not ready to take the next step, we always found each other giving soft kisses on each other's cheeks.
We never gave us a label, unsure of what to call us, but we both understood how much we had cared for one another. He was constantly on my mind and I knew I had been on his because he would call me whenever he could; wasn’t that often but when he did, my heart would flutter.
Bucky had taken over walking me home from my shift from the diner some nights, Steve still doing so every once in a while. He promised Bucky while he was gone that he would look after me, even if some of the men we walked past on our way home were twice his size.
Even if he was smaller than most men, Steve never let that stop him from standing up to the bullies.
The T.V in the background played a soft tune of a commercial, showing men everywhere what they could do to help out during the current war that was going on.
“Steve Rogers. Don’t even think about it,” I warned with a pointed finger.
“I have to do something, Y/N.” Steve sighed.
We had this conversation almost daily. He wanted to go fight the war overseas but with his medical history, there was no way they would take him.
“You can do something. Stay here and stay alive,” I spoke.
Steve knew when to stop the argument, knowing that he wouldn’t get me to see his side. I understood that he wanted to stand up to the bullies in Germany but I couldn’t bear to see him get hurt because his asthma alone would stop him.
We sat in silence for a long while, watching the random show on television, and I could tell it was getting late, the sunset had casted the room in a glow a while ago. Now the bright moon light was now brushing across my bare skin of my ankles, my dress pants riding up a tad as I sat cross legged on the couch.
Hearing a knock on the door, I quickly grabbed the bowl of candy and opened the door with a plastered smile on my face.
“Trick or treat, doll!”
Bucky leaned against the wall next to the door with his arms crossed over his chest. He had a playful smirk pulling at his lips.
“You’re back!” I exclaimed, dropping the bowl of candy to my feet and walking into his now open arms.
“We got back into town about an hour ago. I had to come see my best girl.”
Bucky’s arm engulfed around me, his scent pulling me in. Teakwood was never my favorite smell but the way he wore it made my stomach flutter to my heart. It was the mint that made me completely swoon over him.
We parted slowly, Bucky keeping me in his arms, and with a soft touch he moved a loose strand from my face.
“You cut your hair,” he noticed.
I nodded. “Just a few inches.”
“I like it,” Bucky mused.
Our gazes locked intensely and I could feel myself being pulled in closer to his plump lips. They were a light pink and looked so soft. This invisible vortex had wrapped around us like a ribbon, tangling us together, and while I stood on the tip of my toes I almost leaned into him.
“Hey, Buck. Oh fuck, am I interrupting?”
Bucky and I both pulled away from one another and I shook my head at Steve.
“Watch your language, Rogers.” I mocked threatened.
“How’ve you been, punk?” Bucky pulled him into him, squeezing his shoulder.
They followed me back into my apartment while I tried to calm the heat that was engulfing me from getting caught for almost kissing Bucky.
“Good, jerk. Y/N has been keeping me on my toes the past month.”
I scoffed loudly, falling back onto the couch. “I have not! All we’ve done is eat junk food and watch television.”
Each guy sat on either side of me and I cuddled closer into Bucky’s chest. His arm immediately wrapped around me, fingers drawing circles on my bare shoulders from my tank top. We all sat for a short time, enjoying the time together. These two men had become the most important people in my life in only a few months and I realized that if neither of them was around, it would instantly put a damper on my mood.
An unattractive yawn fell from my lips and with a shrug from Bucky, he motioned to my bedroom.
“You should get some sleep, doll.”
I hugged him tighter. “But you just got back.”
He chuckled and ran a kiss on the top of my head. “I’m not going anywhere this time, I promise.”
I looked up into his eyes and weighed the decision in my mind for a quick moment. Steve must have felt the tension between us so he stood from the couch, telling Bucky he would meet him outside.
“Night Stevie!” I called over my shoulder to him.
Bucky and I were staring at one another again and he rolled his lip over his bottom lip. Biting my own, I swallowed whatever fears I had and pressed our lips together. They molded together for a moment and I pulled away, looking deep into Bucky’s eyes. He darted from mine to my lips a few times and suddenly attacked my lips once more; this time deeper and more passionate. My hands ran through his hair, messing up his perfectly combed back locks, while his hand perfectly cupped my cheek.
Our tongues danced with each other for a few more beats before we reluctantly pulled away, Bucky resting our foreheads together.
“Wow,” I breathed, my voice coming out of the horse.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile now,” Bucky admitted.
I giggled and placed another quick kiss on Bucky’s lips.
“I should go. Steve’s waiting for me,” Bucky noted.
“Come over tomorrow?” I asked hopefull.
“Wouldn’t want to waste another minute without you, doll.”
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Love & War Masterlist
40s!Bucky x Medic!Reader
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.
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here’s some moodboards of life with beefy!bucky & steeb for tiny!reader <<3 i think it would be a very whole, slow lifestyle that revolves around soft touches and stolen kisses
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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
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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babysitter || b.b
PAIRINGS! dad’sbestfriend!bucky x f!reader
SUMMARY! bucky looks after his friend’s daughter as both her parents decide to go on a well deserved date.
WARNINGS! age gap (reader is 18), 18+ minors please do not interact, spanking, cheating (undefined relationship), unprotected sex, verbal bucky, breeding kink, fluffy ending
A/N! my first post! (on this account) my old acc was shadowbanned and it wouldn’t lift so.. here i am! hope u enjoy <3
it would never be the same. not after that night at the bar.
bucky was invited to a bar with his bestfriend and his daughter for her first drink. the night moved quick, one second they were laughing at the small t.v, the next bucky was locking the bathroom with the girl in his arms.
he had her over the sink, plowing into her mercilessly. the small room was filled with her loud moans and cries as her cunt was being abused by bucky. her knuckles were white from the grip she had on the sink.
her head was dazed and she was in an area of full pleasure. bucky’s hands were imprinted into her hips in dark bruises, which restricted her from wearing jeans for a few weeks.
she was restricted from walking due to how deep bucky decided to fuck her, hitting every spot inside of her. her walking was limp and slow, yet none of her parents even noticed. the feeling of him inside of her remained for days.
bucky was like a drug, she had a crush on him since she was thirteen and to finally have to chance for him inside of her, she couldn’t help but accept it the second it was brought up.
she didn’t care about the consequences that would soon creep up, like not being able to sit in the same room together, or y/n’s parents catching onto the obvious awkward tension. their usual thursday night dinners weren’t as exciting as they once were.
y/n’s parents decided to have a date night, turning to the only person they knew that could handle their daughter. bucky. he stayed in the living room, watching the tv with a bag of chips in his lap.
y/n was in her room, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. her legs were crossed and in the air, while her lip with sitting comfortably between her teeth. “i miss you.” the male voice said over the phone. her thighs squeezed together as she giggled with a blush.
the conversation went on for almost an hour, slight giggles followed by words. “y/n! come down!” bucky yelled from the living room, where he was holding his phone and the number for a pizza place. “i have to go, i’ll call you tomorrow.” she said, hanging up the phone.
she walked downstairs and smiled at bucky awkwardly. “im ordering pizza, what do you want?” he asked, punching the number into the phone. “nothing, i’m not hungry.” she said, going to walk away. “hey! hey, c’mon, you’re hungry, i know you.” he said, making her roll her eyes.
“i’m really not, i have an ice cream in the freezer.” she said, giving him a quick smile. bucky put the phone down and sighed. “whatever y’say.” he said, walking to the kitchen. he opened up the freezer, pulling out her tub of ice cream. “hey! that’s mine!” she complained. she walked over to try and take it, which failed.
bucky lifted it with a smirk. y/n groaned and pushed him slightly. “don’t make me spank you.” he said, grabbing a spoon. y/n rolled her eyes and walked upstairs. bucky chuckled as she walked off in huff. she picked up her phone again and punched in her friends number. “i’m sneaking out, do you want to go to starbucks?” she asked once she picked up.
“yeah okay, i’ll meet you there.” her friend replied. y/n smiled and walked back downstairs. “buck?” she asked, walking over to the couch. bucky looked over at her, mouth full of ice cream didn’t stop him from flashing a bright smile. “can i go out with my friends?” she asked, sitting next to him.
she took a chance to place her hand on his thigh, moving it up slowly. “bubbles, your curfew.” he whispered, looking down at her hand. y/n smirked and placed her hand over his crotch. “c’mon, what’s a few hours?” she whispered, leaning up and kissing under his ear.
bucky smirked and gripped her ass. “not a chance.” he whispered into her ear. y/n groaned and pulled away, crossing her arms. bucky bit his lip and looked her up and down. “go on back up to bed and stop irritating me.” he said, hitting her thigh slightly.
she huffed and walked upstairs, thinking of ways to get out. she called her friend again, telling her to wait about an hour so bucky could fall asleep and that she would call her again when she left.
all she did during the hour was sit in her room and wait, it was starting to get late so she decided it was time to leave. she walked downstairs quietly and walked to the door. “should’ve left through your dads office, would’ve brought you right to the yard.”
y/n jumped and gasped, falling against the door. “fuck! jesus bucky you cunt!” she yelled, throwing her head back, falling against her door. bucky smirked and looked over at her. “get over here, y’need to be punished.” bucky teased, patting his lap.
y/n groaned and walked over, sitting on his lap. “no, no, like this.” bucky said as he lifted her up, bending her over his lap. “bucky i’m not four—“ she started, being stopped by her skirt being filled up. bucky rolled his eyes and slowly massaged her ass, before slapping it roughly.
“dick!” she yelped, gripping his thigh. bucky shook his head with a scoff. “you count them, not shout at me.” he said, slapping her ass again. it was quickly followed by a low ‘two.’ bucky smirked and continued spanking her.
her ass was red and throbbing, tears were staining her cheeks. “that hurt, darlin’?” he asked as he continued to spank her. y/n whimpered and continued to count the spanks. bucky pulled on her panties and pushed them down her legs.
her eyes squeezed shut as she knew where this was going. “tell me to stop, and i will, if you don’t i’ll keep going.” bucky whispered, rubbing her clit with his middle finger. she whimpered and opened her eyes. “good girl.” he whispered, sliding a finger inside of her.
y/n opened her mouth and moaned softly, her eyebrows knitting together. bucky slid another finger in, pumping them in and out slowly. y/n moaned louder, her stomach tightening slowly. “that’s right, bubbles, nice n’ loud for me.” some how, the childhood nickname turned her on more.
bucky moaned his fingers faster, curling them and fucking her knuckle deep. y/n was pulling on his jeans, screams threatening to fall from her mouth. “c’mon, bubbles, give it to me.” he whispered, playing with her hair.
y/n felt the knot in her stomach tighten, ready to release. she let go, loud moans slipping from her mouth. “that’s it.” he mumbled, rubbing his fingers all over her slit, collecting her release before sticking his finger in his mouth.
“so sweet.” he said, lifting her up. bucky looked up at her with complete love in his eyes. “gonna fuck a baby in you, gonna take you away.. italy, live the life we want together.” he whispered, kissing her softly.
y/n placed her hands on his face, kissing him hungrily. she hadn’t ever thought of life after the moment, life if she left with bucky. of course he sprung up the idea last time they did it, but she never took time to think about it.
he unbuckled his belt and hurriedly pulled down his pants, not wanting to waste anymore time. “c’mon bubbles, lay down.” he smirked, helping her down onto the leather couch. oh how she would regret agreeing to a leather couch.
she opened her legs for him, like she did before. he knew he would have her wrapped around his fingers, for his use always. “fuck.” bucky whispered before hovering over her. he slid in quickly, moaning at the tightness of her. y/n followed with a loud moan, gripping his hips.
“whenever you’re ready, bubbles.” he said, his breathe suddenly being taken away from him. all he wanted to do was fuck her dripping cunt until she was brain dead and the only word she knew was his name. she nodded and softened her grip on his hips.
bucky smirked and started thrusting slowly, earning moans from each of them. “faster— please.” y/n begged with a small whimper. bucky nodded and complied, thrusting faster. his quick thrusts soon turned rough, merciless. y/n’s head was thrown back and her back was arched.
small sweat beads appeared on her body, sticking to the leather. bucky had sweat dripping everywhere, the quick and rough thrusts being a good work-out. bucky gripped her hips and continued to thrust into her, the bruises from last time reappearing.
“so good— fuck.” bucky moaned as he lifted her legs, placing them on his shoulder to go deeper. y/n let out a loud scream, gripping onto the sides of the couch. “fuck!” she moaned, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. bucky smirked and moved his hands up her shirt.
he fondled with her breasts, showing each of them equal affection before letting go. he felt a knot in his stomach appear abruptly, making him gasp. the living room was filled with the loud slapping of skin, followed by moans and cries.
“that’s right, y’take me so fuckin’ good, s’like you’re made for me.” bucky moaned as he wrapped his arm around her wrists, pushing them above her head. he continued to snap his hips against hers, moaning at the tightness.
y/n felt dizzy, not like she was going to pass out, like she was drop-dead drunk. she hadn’t ever felt like this, it felt amazing. she felt loose, and unhinged, a feeling she would crave from now on. the knot in her stomach tightening again.
“bucky! oh god.” she whispered, her toes curling. her face scrunched together in satisfaction. the knot snapped loose, making her yelp as she released her second orgasm. she felt a tingle in her legs.
bucky smiled and kept his thrusts deep, not caring about how hard or fast he was going, all he wanted was to plant himself deep inside of her. “fuck.” he groaned as he released inside of her, continuing to thrust.
“gonna make you a pretty momma, havin’ my baby.” bucky moaned, thrusting his seed deep into her. he pulled out and sighed, falling on top of her. “oh god.” he whispered, kissing her clothed shoulder. y/n gasped and gripped his shoulders.
bucky took a few seconds before getting up. “you speak french, right?” he asked, taking his phone off the table. she nodded and took her panties off the floor. “wanna move in together? in france?” he asked, looking into her eyes.
“dont joke about that.” she chuckled, pulling her panties up her legs. “i’m not, let’s start a new life, we just drop everything here and run away, the two of us, forever.” bucky said, grabbing her arm and placing his forehead on hers.
“i know you want to.” he said softly, placing a kiss on her lips. the kiss was slow and passionate. “i can book two tickets for a flight in three hours, we can leave all this.. we won’t have to hide anymore.” bucky finished.
y/n bit her lip before nodding and wrapping her arms around his neck. “whatever, i can always come back.” she said, sitting on his naked lap. bucky smiled and kissed her.
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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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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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Chapter 44 // Ghost Resurfaces
Live in six hours (Sunday, May 9 12:00am MDT)
That man was the only one that he had gotten a good look at. And his face was seared into his memory. His eyes were almost glowing yellow, the sneer on his lips making him look...unhinged.
Bucky slammed his back against a wall, bracing himself against it to hold himself up. A headache was scorching behind his eyes. The pain was almost unbearable as he returned himself to the fray.
| Battle Scarred : Aftermath | »Darke15
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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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Pretty girl (Sebastian Stan)
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.
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!
"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.
"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.
This a series sooo I really hope you like it!
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Lol this is me-
Avengers x Male!Reader
Marvel Preferences: How They Deal With You Being A Wild Sleeper
Steve is surprised and tries to sleep through your movements. He eventually gets used to you being a wild sleeper, chuckling when you end up hugging his torso in your sleep. But he doesn't say anything about it the next day because he's afraid of making you feel bad.
Bucky isn't really bothered by it since he doesn't really sleep anyway. When he realizes you clinging to him in your sleep, he blushes and carefully moves away from you so he can give you more space, only to blush even more when you would end up moving closer to him or nearly sleeping ontop of him.
Tony is annoyed, and literally wakes you up everytime your arms and legs are in his face, along with making a bunch of snarky comments (aka calling you an octopus and saying he's better off sleeping in his lab). The next morning, you're hugging his waist and he's just groaning while trying to escape from your grasp.
Sam tries to find a way so where he can be as comfortable as you are, and he succeeds...sometimes. He's waking up at the middle of the night with your arms in his face, so sometimes, you'll wake up the next morning to see him sleeping on the chair or couch.
(Lmao is this even an appropriate gif) Scott ends up pinning you in his sleep so you might have a hard time moving, anyway. He's also a wild sleeper so if you're the same way, he ends up taking up more than half of the bed so he's going to end up sleeping ontop of you or you're going to end up falling off the bed.
Peter tries his best to sleep over your movements and squeaks whenever he feels your body move on his side of the bed. He ends up on the very edge of the bed because he doesn't want to wake you up. However, if he's really tired, he just lets it happen and falls asleep.
At first, Bruce would freeze and then carefully just tries to move you back to your side of the bed or if your arms or legs are in his face, he tries to get them off him, trying not to wake you up while he does so. Nowadays, he just lets you cling to him or move in your sleep since he's gotten more used to it over time.
It doesn't really bother Thor. In fact, he's more of a hugger when it comes to sleeping with you so when he finds out you move alot in your sleep, he just wraps his arms around you tightly so that you can't really move.
Loki is surprised but just lets you move around. He does get a little annoyed, but for the most part, he lets it go. Loki easily knows how to sleep through your movements and doesn't really mind if he finds you clinging to him in your sleep.
Pietro wraps you up in a blanket (like a burrito), so you're probably not going to be able to move. He always comments about you getting upset when you wouldn't be able to get out of your covers the next morning because of how tightly he wrapped them around you.
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hi lovelies!! i have a lil poll for you:
i have four works in my drafts rn, which would you be most interested in reading?
a. bucky x reader/panic attack/fluff/comfort
b. spencer x reader/taking virginity/smut/ddlg
c. stucky x reader/smoking weed/poly/fluff
d. (tbd) x reader/period/comfort/fluff (send in requests for who you want for this one too)
keep in mind all of these are in the works but which would you like to read first? please send me an ask and let me know!! <3 sab
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It’s Always Been You ~ 147
OUT OF TIME MASTERLIST
IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU MASTERLIST
< previous chapter
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.
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.
“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.
“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.”
“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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Avengers x Male!Reader
Marvel Preferences: You Have A Habit of Wandering Off
Steve always expects you to wander off so he's not surprised anymore when he finds out you're missing, but that doesn't stop his worry. He always scolds you on not to wander off because something can happen to you, only to get frustrated when you would just wander off anyway. He makes sure you're by his side during missions and constantly making sure you're focused.
The first time you wandered off and he found out you were gone, he literally had a panic attack and freaked out. He wouldn't stop until he found you, and he immediately hugged you when he did, relived, and you may have felt bad when you saw he was on the verge of crying. Nowadays, he just wants to accompany you whenever you go and always suggests he goes with you for protection if you protest. He's pretty protective anyway, so it's gonna be difficult getting him off you.
While the team is wondering where you went, Tony sarcastically says you took a vacation, not surprised. Tony can easily track you down and just meet up with you where ever you are. He talks about putting a kid leash on you, but you have a hard time telling if he's actually being serious or not...
Sam usually teases you about on where you're wandering off to. It's easy for him to stop and remind you to stay focused, but if you somehow end up wandering off, he uses Redwing to find you and just leads the way back.
Scott freaks out everytime you wander off. It happens everytime because he gets distracted easily and then when he realizes your gone or when someone points it out, he starts panicking and yelling about how you were just right next to him. The next minute, he calls your name while looking for you so that you can come to him.
Peter freaks out and searches every part of the city to look for you (Spiderman style) so he can find you as quickly as possible. He makes sure to memorize the routes of the city so that it can be quicker to track you down. Peter always asks and makes sure you're not harmed, and suggests you stay with him so you're safer.
He holds your hand or wrist when you're going through crowded areas, and uses his spider senses when he feels you slipping away.
At first, Thor was really worried that he couldn't find you and wouldn't stop until he did. He called Hemidall to have your location (Hemidall was like, 'how many times do I have to find this dude'). Nowadays, he laughs wholeheartedly and wonders what you're up to, wanting to join you on what you were doing or looking for. (He also calls you an 'Adventurous Midgardian'.)
At first, Loki was really iffy about you wandering off all the time because he suspected you were hiding something from him. Until he found out about your wandering off habit...
Since he's always expecting you to wander off, it's pretty easy for him to follow and find you (magic and all) and when he does, he has an unamused look on his face. Loki is already protective of you, so he's not pleased with you just wandering off. He makes sure he atleast has a hand on your shoulder or around your waist.
PFFT, Pietro? You can't wander off because he's either always ahead of you or you're just not fast enough. You're always going to get caught when you wander off, and he can easily just pick you up and bring you back to the Tower or your house.
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Promise - Steve Rogers x Reader
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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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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Warning: hospital, shootings, miscarriage aftermath
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
"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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