#steve x bucky x reader
Word Count: 2.K
Pairing: Avengers x OC, Bucky x OC, Steve x OC, Thor x OC, Tony x OC.
Warning: Swearing, Angst.
Summary: The team find out Empriss is a double agent.
A/N: this is a sort of sad one. Empriss (Em-Priss) , Aurelia (A- U- Rell- e- ah) , Lori and Alexis is characters I have made up myself.
“This is my family! I can’t go through with this mission anymore, just kill me instead.” Empriss whispered harshly into the phone. She stood in the bathroom she shared with Bucky.
"YOU ARE NOTHING WITHOUT ME! I will go through this mission and kill them myself! I need their power!"
Empriss couldn't get a response out and the phone hung up. "H-Hello? Hello?" Panic set in, not knowing what else to do. Bucky knocked at the door.
"Empriss? Doll is everything okay?"
"E-Everything is fine!"
"Bucky just hold on to the leash. You keep letting Subi pull on you!" I laughed placing my hand on top of his.
"I'm trying! I never had a dog before." Bucky laughed as our hands both held on the leash.
" I see!" I giggled and we continue to walk on the sidewalk. My phone ring in my pocket so I pulled it out. Tony's picture was showing on the screen.
"Can you guys come back please, Lori is freaking out cause her hair won't do right for tonight."
"Yea, we'll come back right now."
Tony hung up and Bucky looked at me concerned.
"Yes, Lori need help with her hair that's all. You're walking Subi back so you can get use to it." I smiled and his concern washed away.
"Okay. Are you ready for tonight?" Bucky asked smiling at me. I stood on my tippy toes, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"You guys finished? Thor is hungry and won't stop complaining about it." Alexis whine poking her head in the room. I was sitting by Lori finishing my makeup. She was putting her lashes on while Aurelia was painting her nails. Natasha was flat ironing her hair.
"We're coming. Tell him to hold his horses." Aurelia scolded trying to stay focused on her nails. Tonight they were having just one normal night without anything interrupting. I pushed down my fear of something happening to the team since I didn't go through with the mission.
"Natasha you look amazing!" I exclaimed looking at her outfit. She gave me a twirl with a big smile.
"Oh yeah Bruce is going to love that!" Lori winked at her . Natasha blushed rolling her eyes.
"Don't you guys start! That was one time." Natasha said making all of us laugh. She was talking about the time Lori took a picture of them sleeping in the same bed.
Five minutes later, we were walking in the living where everyone waited. The guys sat on the couch talking about god knows what. Wanda was in the kitchen drinking some water.
"We're readyyyy! Let's go!" I announced loudly as us girls walked in the room. Bucky looked up at me then his eyes traveled down my body. The guys cheer as us girls strike a pose.
"Finally, you guys took that long, just for y'all to look the damn same." Sam joked taking a sip of his drink. Aurelia flips him off laughing.
"Oh hush Sam."
"Well I made reservations for 7:30 which is..." Tony trailed off looking at his watch. "Now."
"I'm grabbing my henessey!" Alexis interjected rushing to the refrigerator.
"Alexis you're not getting drunk tonight!" Steve stated following behind her. Wanda stood in front of Vision fixing his tie.
"Vis why you didn't let me do your tie?"
"Because you were busy getting dressed. I didn't want to bother you Wanda."
"You look so handsome babe." I complimented sitting down beside Bucky. He pulled me into his lap.
"You look beautiful doll. What flavor lip gloss that is?"
"Mango. I wanted to try something new other than strawberry-" I rambled but was cut off by Bucky placing his soft lips on mine. I smiled in the kiss, placing my hand in his long hair.
He pulled back smirking, "Hmm, that tasted good. I like mango way better then strawberry."
I was too star-struck to say anything. I bit my lip thinking about the things I would do to him. He winked at me so I grabbed his shirt pulling him into another kiss. He hands guided over to my ass gripping it.
"If you guys are done sucking each other faces off. We're leaving now." Natasha told us hitting the back of Bucky's head. We pulled apart blushing madly.
Thor and Aurelia walked out the bathroom fixing themselves up. I raised a eyebrow pointing at them.
"Not the in the bathroom!"
"Not on the couch!" Aurelia mocked back pointing at us. Bucky shook his head laughing.
"We were making out."
"We were having a serious conversation." Thor said confidently then realized how it didn't make sense. "In the bathroom?"
It turned into a laughing fit then us 4 walked out to the garage. Everyone was in a huge circle arguing.
"We should ride together!" Steve said.
"No each couple should drive their own car." Bruce argued.
"That's too many cars. How about ladies ride in one car. Men in the other car.It save space and time." Lori reasons but Tony slumped his shoulders in a pout.
"I wanted to ride with you."
"Next time babe." Lori assured kissing his cheek. "We need to go because we're already late."
I placed a quick kiss on Bucky's lips, "See you when we get there." He places a kiss on my nose.
I was irritated at this point because we were lost. They gave Tony the wrong address. At this point, we could order a pizza and have a movie night at the tower.
" Ugh we should gone head and order pizza. It's taking too long for us to even find the place." Lori complained from the driver seat. Aurelia sat in passenger, Wanda beside me, Alexis and Natasha on the back row.
"I literally thought of the same thing. I should call the guy and tell them." I suggested pulling out my phone.
" I could do for a meat lovers pizza." Aurelia agreed.
"I just want to eat in general." Wanda groaned.
"Can we cook tacos too?" I have a taste for some." Natasha said making all of us hum in agreement.
"I'm calling Tony so we can turn around." I told them while clicking the phone icon. A big crash makes me look up from my phone. It was like everything was in slow motion.
The suv the guys rode in flips high in the sky. The truck lands on the ground, tumbling a couple of feet. Lori smashes on her breaks out of instinct. Aurelia lets out a blood curdling scream seeing the entire crash.
It happened so fast for the girls as they watched with wide eyes. Empriss was the first one to open her door getting out. She kicks off her shoes quickly then ran over to the flipped truck.
"BUCKY?! BUCKY! TONY?! STEVE? SAM!? " She screamed hoping someone responded. She hoped that this wasn't her boss doing, deep down she knew it was. Not to far behind her was Natasha.
"BRUCE?! THOR!! VISION?!"
"EMPRISS?!" She heard a hoarse voice call for her. Empriss pry the door open to the truck to see Bucky laying on the roof of truck. His shoulder was bleeding, face filled scratches, a huge gash on his forehead. Empriss touched his leg since it was closer.
"I'm here baby!"
Alexis runs over to the passenger side to see Steve had kicked the dented door off the truck. He was on the ground holding his shoulder. Her eyes were filled with tears seeing that he was alive.
"Baby! T-Tell me what hurts!" Alexis stuttered as she hovers over him. A gash was on his cheek, dirt was all over his face, his lip was cut.
"My shoulder! Ah!" Steve cried out in pain. Alexis eyes looked to see that his shoulder was badly dislocated. She smelled gas and realization kicked in.
"Babe I need to move you to the side!" Alexis cried and Steve shook his head no. He knew it was going to hurt, trying to move. "I have to or the truck is going to blow up with us beside it."
Steve eyes had tears in it from the pain which hurt Alexis more. She took off her sweater, balling one side up. Steve stared in her eyes scared.
"Babe, bite this! I need to move you." Alexis said placing the balled sweater part in his mouth. It wasn't no debate, she needed to do it. She placed a hand under his shoulder then one softly under his display shoulder. Alexis count down from 3 mentally then proceeded to pull Steve away from the truck.
His muffled screams were heart wrenching.
Aurelia kissed Thor forehead as he lay on the ground. She tried to hold her composure seeing him in this hurt state but it wasn't working. The truck was on top of his leg. His face was filled with scratches and his lip was cut. She was on her knees hovering over him.
"Thor, baby I'm going to touch your leg so I can know if you can feel it okay?" She cried holding his hand to her chest. Thor closed his eyes in pain, his breathing quickens.
Aurelia kissed his hand before moving her hands to his hurt leg. She pressed it softly.
"Can you feel that?"
Aurelia pressed harder and he screams in agony.
"Yes! Yes! I can feel that!"
"Thor I have to lift this truck off your leg! You're going to have to move it. You ready?" Aurelia said and he nodded his head. She squat placing her hand under the truck. Lifting the truck, Thor rolls over but cry out in pain from his leg.
Aurelia grabbed his hand, pulling his body away from the truck. Thank god for super strength.
Lori had found Tony body away from the truck. He was unconscious from him flying out the windshield. She pulled his body into her lap sobbing.
"Oh god, honey , wake up. Please! I need you."
Empriss had finally gotten Bucky's body out of the wreckage. She was on her knees hovering over his body placing pressure on his wound. His eyes were opening and closing from the amount of blood he lost. Empriss gently hit his face to wake him up.
"Baby, keep your eyes open for me. Hey! I need you so don't die on me." She wept more tears falling down her face. She grabbed his metal hand placing it against her face.
"Please baby. I need you."
"BRUCE!" Natasha cried looking everywhere but he was nowhere to be found. Sam was sat against the bridge wall. She noticed him, running over to help. Wanda ran over as well noticing him too.
"Sam are you okay?"
"Other then my back I'm fine Wanda."
"What happened in that truck Sam? Where is Bruce and Vision?" Natasha asked squatting in front of him.
"I don't know where they are. We were driving and talking about the fact that we couldn't find the place. Someone shot through the windshield which made Tony swerve. You know the rest of what happened. I just came back conscious," Sam explained wincing when he tried to move.
"I tried to call someone for help but there's no service. Nobody have their suits,armor or any sort of communication with the other Avengers. This was a setup guys." Wanda said looking at the rest of the team.
"Weird thing is, we're the only one on this bridge." Natasha lowered her voice as if someone was listening. Numerous of armored truck drove on the bridge, on either side of it. Everyone looked around frantically in the bright lights.
"No!No!"Empriss gut feeling was right. Tears sprouted from her eyes as she placed her hand against Bucky's cheek. "This is all my fault.." She whispered to herself knowing she betrayed everyone's trust.
"Ah sorry it took so long for us to come back. We had to catch Bruce and Vision here." Thaddeus Ross said standing in front of the lights of the vehicles. Both girls gasp to see their significant others in containment.
Bruce laid unconscious on his side. Vision had some kind of advanced spear lodged in his side.His body was disconfigurating. "Wanda!" He called out for his wife. Wanda eyes turned red as her power flare.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you Wanda. Barnes, and Banner would electrocute." Ross grin and the girls shared a look as Wanda powers died down.
"What the hell do you want with us?" Lori sneered as she held on to Tony's body tightly. She wasn't going down without fight.
"This was the easiest way to get my earth mightiest heroes. The night they were going out with their lovers. No protection, no armor, no problem. That bullet lodged in Barnes shoulder, neutralize everyone that was in the truck powers. So bye bye powers. Empriss didn't go along with the order I gave her so I took things into my own hands." Ross retorted then snapped his fingers at his guards. "Get them! I need mind wiping started in the next hour."
One guard grabbed Lori from behind to pry her off of Tony. The other two grabbed his body, placing him in the back of a truck. Lori thrashed around sobbing in the mans arms.
"WHERE ARE YOU TAKING HIM?!"
The guard yanked Steve up with his dislocated arm. One yanks Alexis by the hair harshly so he couldn't help him. He cries out in pain.
"HE'S ALREADY HURT! STOP!"
They ignored her throwing him in the back of a truck. The guard wraps his arm around Aurelia neck and the other two grabbed Thor by the arms dragging him so they could put him in a truck.
"DON'T TOUCH ME. AURELIA!!"
Aurelia hits the man arm, not being able to breathe.
Empriss knew the gaurds were coming for Bucky. "Ms Empriss." One of them greeted her. She let the guards push her off of Bucky. They yanked him up by grabbing his shirt on the hurt shoulder. His eyes opened and he cries out in pain.
Empriss sobbed knowing she couldn't do nothing, this was all her fault and she knew that. Wanda and Natasha stood in front of Sam protectively.
"You're not going to touch him. What do you mean Empriss didn't go through your plan? She doesn't work for you." Natasha seethe getting in defense mode.
"Crazy for you think that. Empriss has been a double agent this whole time. The one you love and trust the most works for me. Can you believe it? I can!" Ross lets out a hearty laugh. Each one of the women stared at Empriss in disbelief. She placed her hands over her face not wanting to face everyone.
"Empriss what the hell is he talking about?"Lori sniffed looking at her in a glare. "Tell us he is lying!"
Empriss cried harder giving everyone their answer.
Ross shook his head. "You know what. I'll let you keep him and weak Empriss. I don't need her anymore, I have my treasure. Shock em."
Two guards came from the side of Wanda and Natasha placing a disk on their necks. Unbeknownst to everyone, when the guards took away their men it was disks placed on them. All the women fell to the ground unconscious from the electrocution.
A guard picked up Empriss bringing her to the trucks.
"You will not get away with this!" Sam yelled trying to get to his feet.
"Oh I already have!" Ross laughed going back to his truck. Soon the bridge was cleared again. To many thoughts ran through Sam mind as he to the ground in pain.
So much for a normal night.
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THE COLOR OF FOREVER: 2
A/N: Wow. Wow. Wow! I can’t believe all the support came rushing out for this story. I cannot thank you enough, especially when my heart is constricted by it. Thank you to those who liked the story, commented, reblogged, and even followed. Thank you! Also, as a reminder, this story wouldn’t be here if the amazing people (who I will retag because they always need more recognition in this life, epically with their talented skills in writing and having a big heart in welcoming me or just being amazing. So go see them, follow, and love their stories, as much as I do.
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Your eyes speaks of love - Dhiman
Even after three years, the bond between the three grew as if the way they grew throughout their times in age. And when the years grew, tension also grew around the world. Words spread that a war was on the brink of exploding into another world war.
And that was when Steve and Bucky began talked: joining the war if the United States would ever get involved. Well, it was mostly Bucky trying to reason with Steve that if the worst case scenario came, Steve should stay with Y/N as he would defend his country. Whenever they weren’t with Y/N--which was rare--they’d argue behind closed doors, countless time until nothing was resolved but with heated glares and heavy breathing. In the end, Bucky knew Steve was stubborn beyond hell, so he couldn’t ask his friend of it no more. But they did agree that they didn’t know how to tell Y/N of their future plan, but they needed...wanted to. So that idea always gnawed at the back of their heads.
Joining the war.
But when it got too much for them to bare, they decided to tell her. They took her to one of the local diner in Brooklyn -- a place where Bucky and Steve always met, and now it was with her.
Y/N knew something was up, because in her heart, she could feel the trouble coursing through her boys’ vein. So when they got their food, Y/N picked at it as she just watched Steve and Bucky also picked at their food, too. None of them had the appetite to eat.
“What’s going on?” she finally asked. None of the two boys dared to answer her. Fear clawed at Y/N’s mind, the biggest fear--a fear that came out when she washed away her days in the shower and or when she laid wide awake until the sun peaked out. “Are you regretting seeing colors... are you regretting seeing colors with me?”
Both boys quickly looked up with wide eyes. The fries in Bucky’s hand slipped out of his grasp and onto the floor. He quickly slide out of the outer booth and slide into her side. He wrapped an arm around her as he used his other fingers to slowly tip back her head. “Why would you ever think that, Doll?” he then asked her, quietly.
“I don’t know,” she mumbled as she tried to look away from his pierced blue eyes. Eyes that warmed her heart and soul... her eyes to see, everyday.
“Does this look like me” -- he turned to gaze at Steve, who sat quietly and watched the two-- “and Steve don’t love you?” He leaned down and captured her lips into his. It was a rough kiss but it held all the passion she needed to softly moan. A kiss that captivated her soul to catch flames; a kiss where it felt as if everything around her blurred away and all she knew was Bucky and Steve. Just them and her.
Hey eyes wandered over to Steve as Bucky still had her lips in his. He held a small smile on his face, happy to see that what he felt was captured between the other two physical contact. She then reached out her free hand over the table, and Steve gladly took it as he held it in his. It was just warmth and comfort. Love.
When Bucky fell away from the kiss, he leaned over to push her hair to the other side and whispered into her ears. “I don’t want to ever hear that doubt out of your mouth again, Doll. Never doubt that Steve and I regret seeing colors, especially with you. Because we would trade our lives to see them only with you.” Y/N pushed her face into Bucky’s shoulder, hiding away the blush in her cheeks. “Beside, that is not the reason why we are quiet cowards.” He gazed at Steve, silently agreeing it was time to tell their girl what was on their mind.
When Y/N got situated back against the booth cushion, still her hand never left Steve. It was then time for the truth to come out.
“If and when the U.S is involved with the war, Bucky and I are thinking of joining the army,” Steve told her.
Y/N’s heart sunk and the feeling of what once had happen minutes ago, washed away into the black abyss of anger... denial... fear. “What?” she croaked out. “NO. NO. NO.” She placed her hand over her mouth to contain her wanting to scream at the two of them.
“It’s an if...” Bucky jumped in to help his best friend out. “It’s an if.”
“I don’t care,” she rushed out her words. “Don’t do it. I need you here with me, I can’t lose you two.”
She couldn’t hear no more, and so she squeezed past Bucky and ran out of the diner. Rain cascaded throughout the sky. Her hair clung to her as she was poured down with rain and the salt of her tears. She knew that Bucky and Steve were to follow her, so she just ran. She ran as long as she could until fire was in her legs turned to hell. She stopped at a store by the glass window display, where it played the news. News of what was going on in other countries... war. It was all just reports.
“Y/N!” She heard her name being called out, and she knew who voice it belonged to. So she didn’t bother to turn around; she just stared at the TV. A jacket was laid around her shoulders and an arm wrapped around her. “Don’t run, please,” Bucky begged.
She then heard another round of running steps and a breaths that couldn’t contain itself. Steve. “Seriously,” Steve wheezed out as he stood on the other side of his girl, “I have asthma... couldn’t you just speed walk and not run for your dear life?” He kissed her left cheek.
“Sorry,” she sighed as she too, kissed him on the cheek.
“Doll, please listen to me. I know this is hurting you, and its hurting us, too. Believe us, we wouldn’t want it that way for our future, but deep in our hearts, we must serve our country, protect our country, one that you are in.”
“In a way, we are protecting you,” Steve added in.
She didn’t say anything for a long time. Still, she looked on at the news report. Steve mindlessly watched, but Bucky just watched the two. He reached over and tapped Steve on the shoulder to grab his attention. And when Steve looked at his friend, he knew what he was asking of him. A plead. A plead from their past arguments.
And for the first time in that argument, Steve agreed. “Beside... I might not be able to join due to my health.” Y/N looked at him and slowly nodded, her heart wasn’t that tight anymore. “Well, I will try, but I doubt they’ll let me in.” Steve gave a glare to Bucky now.
“Okay,” Y/N resided.
Before anyone could embrace each other, the TV broadcast flipped to breaking news. In the news, reports of an attack on US soil, in Hawaii - Pearl Harbor happened, and then to the president message of going to war.
And in that split moment, Y/N’s heart didn’t just drop but shattered away. She knew her boys were going to go into war.
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CROSSFIRE - b. barnes/winter soldier
Pairing: ws!Bucky Barnes x OC, Bucky Barnes x OC (reader)
Warnings: dark themes, abuse, SA, language, PTSD, trauma, anxiety
Summary: She was born a prisoner, born a puppet, who never saw a daylight or outside of the Hydra facility. In this hopeless place, she found the one person who was willing to do anything to make her fly.
A/N: My first story I'm writing on Tumblr. Let me know what you think and if you want me to continue.
She watched the guy like a hawk. She was ready for the moment he will strike. It always happened. However, he just stared back at her. And his eyes were full of something she rarely saw in her life. Sympathy? Kindness? His blue eyes were expressive, and if she focused more, she would find more. But her attention shifted when he straightened himself and put his elbows on the desk between them.
“I need to know everything if you want my help.”
Scoffing, she slowly shook her head. “You are mistaken if you think they ever told me anything important. I was nothing. I wasn’t even considered a human being.”
“How did you escape? After all these years?” the man’s kind eyes held curiosity.
“He helped me,” her voice was just a whisper, but the thumping of her hurting heart was loud inside her head. Too loud.
“Who is he?”
“The asset,” she said almost in a question and looked up at the man, seeing he was confused. “They called him the asset. Or the Winter soldier,” she said his name like a prayer. And she might as well be praying for his safety if she even knew what it means. Nobody ever taught her that.
She was sure the man repeated the assets given name and furrowed his eyebrows. In confusion? In fear? Worry, perhaps. She couldn’t say, never was very good at reading people.
“Does he…does he have a metal arm?”
“Yes,” she nodded, and the man was almost sure there was a gentle smile forming on her pretty face. “Yes,” she repeated and looked as if she was not present, sitting behind a table with him but somewhere far away.
“Alright,” the man said and nodded. His voice was quiet, almost as if he was talking to himself and not the young woman across from him. “You are safe here,” this made her look at him with doubt. “My name is Steve Rogers, or people call me Captain America, and I will do what I can to help you. But I will need your help too.”
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Baby Girl: Part 3
It was nearly another month before you saw or interacted with Steve or Bucky. You’d spent the last few weeks getting into a routine on the medical floor and taking all the knowledge and training you’d picked up on in school and translating that into the hands-on work in Stark Tower.
Since the revelation that Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes were your soulmates, you had done everything you could to avoid talking about the subject and the two conspirators that caused you to see colour in the first place.
Of course, trying to avoid Steve and Bucky was easy enough when they were busy on missions or training the recruits, and if they weren’t doing either then they were running simulations.
The only probable way for you to run into them and not have a steady hand on the chances was either a run-in by the elevator or seeing them as patients in the medical wing.
While you were avoiding Steve and Bucky, you had spent a great deal of time with Peter. You’d tried to avoid causing any wider rift between you since the beginning of it was already damaging and acidic enough. You loved Peter, you wanted to be with Peter however it seemed as if you had already lost him.
Everything you did at this point felt like putting a bandaid on a cracked foundation.
Including dinner dates like the one, you were supposed to be going on after your shift.
“Y/N, ” the charge nurse stopped you just 15 minutes before you were supposed to clock out, “can you please assist one last patient before you leave? We just had an entire group of recruits come in for burns and deep abrasions and another patient is waiting with the minor abrasive wound.”
You glanced toward the clock, knowing full well that a simple abrasion could lead to more problems. You knew full well that one simple cut could be something more complicated and take longer than 15 minutes, but you couldn’t turn her down.
“Of course, ” you reached for the chart, “who is it?”
The charge nurse already looked exasperated but when you took the tablet from her, there was momentary relief that flashed on her face. That small task was enough to remove some weight from her shoulders, and given the number of recruits that were about to come to the floor, this was the least that you could do.
“Bed 5,” she called over her shoulder, “thank you so much!”
You waved your hand and tucked the tablet under your arm as you moved toward a white metal supply cart. You reached for a pair of blue medical gloves and pulled them on your hands, adjusting the fit on your fingers before you continued on your path toward the 5th bed bay on the left side with the tablet back in your hands.
You pulled back the curtain and stepped inside, your attention on the chart displayed on the tablet. You read the reason for being there, the word ‘abrasion’ and ‘bleeding at sight of injury’ twice over. You knew you would need antiseptic and bandages as well as liquid stitches depending on the injury, which was all in the supply cart at each bed.
“Hi, I'm Y/N I’ll be your nurse today.” You raised your hand and almost dropped the tablet, the portable chart nearly slipping from your grasp at the sight of who was in your care. “What happened to you?”
Steve was the patient, with a strip of cloth pressed tightly against the cut in his forehead, the drying blood staining the cloth used in an attempt to stop the bleeding. When he shifted on the bed, you could see small drops of blood on his shoes that had long since dried as well as some blood staining the SHIELD symbol on his black compression shirt.
“Steve’s a cut on his head,” Bucky spoke from the only other chair in the small bay, one leg crossed over the other and his metal hand resting on top of his knee.
Like Steve, he was wearing a black compression shirt with the same symbol on the left above his pectoral. Now that you could see colours, you were slowly differentiating between the vast shades of one colour that brought such beauty to the works. Bucky’s eyes were blue, but they were light blue and crystalline, they reminded you of the pristine river and lake waters from the mountains. They were so clean and clear, so pristine.
Steve’s eyes were blue, like Bucky’s, however, Steve’s eyes had flecks of green in them. His blue-green eyes were as captivating as Bucky’s, just in a different way.
“Yeah, I gathered.” You quipped, moving away from the bed toward the supply cart. “How did it happen?”
You reached for one of the drawer handles and pulled, small antiseptic packages sitting inside. You grabbed two as well as a small roll of bandages and medical tape, and when you had all your supplies, you closed the drawer again.
“We were training the recruits, ” Steve pulled the cloth away from his cut and placed it beside him on the bed.
“And I’m guessing it didn’t go well?” you grabbed the single wrapped antiseptic wipe and shook it a few times out of habit before you ripped the top off and pulled the wipe out of the package. You unfolded the antiseptic wipe and stepped closer to the bed and closer to Steve.
“It may sting.” You gave him a warning before you reached out and started wiping the antiseptic wipe against his cut, trying your damnedest not to laugh when he hissed under his breath and winced.
“Who knew the great Captain America could be brought down by a disinfecting wipe?” you joked, discarding the wipe in the garbage before you waved your hand in front of the cut to dry it.
“He’s also afraid of needles.” Bucky piped up from his chair in the corner, joining in on the teasing.
“Needles?” you grinned. “Steve Rogers is afraid of needles?”
He had gripped the edge of the bed with both hands, his blue-green eyes were studying you while you prepared the liquid stitches. His attention on you was making your hands shake ever so slightly, given how much time and effort you had tried to put into avoiding the pair of them.
It just felt…natural. It felt instinctual to be near them and that was a direct conflict with what you were trying to save, with Peter.
“Don’t tell anyone,” Steve watched you carefully as you produced a small brush coated with the liquid stitch. “I have a reputation to uphold.”
“Of course, ” you nod your head and smirked, “it would damaging for the world to know that Captain America’s fear is sterilized medical-grade needles.”
“Little bit.” His added comment pulled a laugh from you, something small and quiet but lighthearted nonetheless.
“I’m done adding the liquid stitches.” You stepped back to the bedside rolling tray and grabbed a packaged sterilized bandage. “You need to keep this on for about a day and then it can be removed.”
When you stepped back to him, you had the bandage in one hand and the crumpled package in the other. You threw the package toward the garbage and then you pressed the bandage against his wound, reaching into your left scrub pocket to grab the medical tape.
“I have to ask,” you ripped a piece of medical tape off and placed it on the left side of the bandage to hold it in place, before securing the other side, “how did the great captain America injure himself?”
You pressed the tape into his forehead as gently as possible, smoothing it down and using that as an excuse to hear the story.
“Couple of new recruits thought it’d be funny to steal one of Stark’s new inventions and bring it to the session.” Steve shift on the bed, brushing his hand against your elbow as he moved. “Caused an explosion and some of the shrapnel got me in the head.”
“They essentially stole a grenade and set it off as a joke?” you shift your weight from foot to foot. “Real intelligent agents you have.”
You rolled your eyes and started the process of putting away the equipment you’d used. As you closed the third drawer and moved back to grab the tablet to complete the chart, your attention was drawn to the bed where Steve had now stood from.
“Am I going to live?”
“You’ll survive relatively unscathed. Although I think I’d keep my distance from arrogant recruits with grenades, ” you smiled again, “as a rule of thumb.”
“You’ll live to see another fight, ” Bucky clapped Steve on the shoulder, “how many different nurses have patched you up in the day?”
“None this pretty, ” Steve shot a look your way, which had given you pause as you were finishing up his chart.
“I have to agree, pal.”
“Y/N, ” the charge nurse popped her head into the room, “Peter’s waiting for you. Want me to finish the chart?”
The announcement that Peter was here and waiting for you, had introduced an air of uncomfortable awkwardness that made you want to tuck tail and run. The announcement that your boyfriend who was not your soulmate was here to take you to dinner, while your two soulmates were in front of you, had you very conflicted. You were conflicted between the ease of flirtations that seemed so natural with Steve and Bucky, and the year you’d spent loving Peter Parker.
“It’s okay,” Steve spoke the answer to the question you didn’t want to ask, “you don’t want to keep him waiting.”
“You should go,” Bucky spoke after, reassuring you, “we’ll catch up later.”
“Y/N?” she called, “do you want me to finish the chart?”
You swallowed and dove further inside yourself for a brief moment. You set the tablet back on the table and stepped away, still half in a daze.
“Yeah,” you finally mumble, “yeah I’m almost done. I’ll go… I’ll go end my shift.”
You turned on your heel and moved from the bed bay, stealing a glance back at the two super soldiers before you ultimately left the area.
And went to find Peter.
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Their pet name/s for you - gentlemen
18+ Reader = gender-neutral reader (>18 for spidey)
Pairing (couple): character x reader (choose your favourite/s)
A/N: This is what I imagine they would call their partner. The Gifs are to make the post a bit more lively and pleasant to look at, they don't necessarily fit the situations. If a pet name does not classify as gender-neutral, please let me know.
Love or Babe
Hun/Honey or Sweetie
Babe or Sugar
Darling or My Love
Sweetheart or Darling
Bub/Bubs or Babe
Babe or Hun
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missing you - b.b. x gn!reader
Request by @friendlyneighborhood-fangirl : Could you do a fix where the reader and Bucky are just friends but Bucky is non-stop talking about you to Sam and Steve and one day Steve gets fed up with it and forces him to ask the reader out?
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“Hey Buck, how was the zoo?” Sam gave a pointed stare towards Steve, a bet had been made.
“Great!” he said cheerfully, settling down at the table where his friends had been talking. “We went to every exhibit. It’s really gotten big.” He sipped on the water bottle he had brought with him. “Oh, and you guys should have seen Y/N with the elephants, did you guys know they did a paper on their behaviorism in college? They’re so smart and well-read, ya know. The elephants seemed to take a liking to them too. They kept sticking their trunks up at them, the whole thing was adorable.”
“That’s nice, Buck,” Steve sighed, reading over this paper in front of him. “Did you guys get to the penguin-”
“Oh, and the zookeeper gave us some free vip passes so we got to hold one of the penguins! You should have seen Y/N holding that bird like a baby-”
“Oh my god, shut up!” Steve groaned, pulling a surprised look from Bucky and Sam. Sam, however, was all the more knowing.
“What’d you say, punk?”
“You’re in love with them!” he yelled, exasperated. “You can say ‘we’re just friends’ all you want but it doesn’t hide the fact that you’re in love with them and too much a wuss to do anything about it.”
“No, I’m tired, Buck. I never thought I’d be the one telling you this, but man up and ask them out.”
Bucky tried looking to Sam for help but it was pointless. Sam only raised his hands in mock surrender. “Don’t look at me, I just do what he does.”
“Steve, I don’t-” Steve narrowed his eyes at his childhood best friend. “What if they doesn’t feel the same?”
There was no point in denying it anymore. If Steve had figured it out then he was being too obvious. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that Y/N was the most important person to him right now. And while Steve would always be his best friend, Y/N held much more room in Bucky’s heart.
“Pal,” Steve leaned forward, resting his arm on the table. “They talk about you the same way you talk about them. You don’t have much to worry about.”
Bucky tried to hide the growing smirk on his face. “They do?”
“Yes! Now please go do something about it.”
Sam tried to contain his chuckle as he watched the former assassin take off in a jog towards Y/N’s room. He shook his head, pulling up a feed of the hallway by their door. “I wanna watch him flounder.”
“Sam-” Steve tried to admonish, but was shushed almost instantly.
Y/N smiled sweetly at Bucky, even after spending the day with him at the zoo. “Hiya, Buck! Miss me already?”
They paused, smile faltering just a little bit. “Really?”
“Y/N/N, I-” he ran his metal fingers through his short locks. “I miss you every moment we’re not together.”
“And I know I could totally be screwing things up here and if it’s going to make things weird between us then we can just pretend it didn’t happen and go back to how things were-”
Y/N leaped forward and wrapped their arms around his neck, his breath leaving his lungs in shocked relief. His own arms wrapped around their body, squeezing them tightly to his chest. His heart racing against his ribs, he could almost feel it through their form.
They pulled back reluctantly, smiling impossibly wide. “I thought I was being painfully obvious how much I’m into you, Buck.”
“Yeah well,” he released a hand off their waist to scratch the back of his neck. “Steve and Sam figured it out before I did.
“Hell yeah we did.” “Sam! No!”
“Fucking spies,” Y/N chuckled, taking Bucky’s hand and bringing him into their room. “Come on, I was missing you too.”
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Summary: "I'd never had anyone that saw me for me. Not until I met Steve and now, now he's gone."
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Fem!Reader, Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes (Minor), Peter Parker/MJ (Minor)
It's late, really late, when Tony gets back home, but I don't really care. I never ask where he's been or what he's done because I don't care. I haven't cared for a long time. Tony does whatever he wants whenever he wants to. It's infuriating.
Everyone knows his name and what he does. Even before he was Iron Man, back when he was Tony Stark, billionaire, playboy, and a technical genius. Now everyone knows him as Iron Man, the hero that saves lives.
I've always known him as Tony, my big brother. The irritating, get under your skin, type of person. Or maybe that just him being my brother. We aren't related, not technically, but he's the only family I have now.
No one even gives me a second look and yeah, it's nice some times, but most of the time it's painful. Most people only want to talk to me to learn more about Tony, more about the Avengers.
The worst part is people expect me to be like my parents, like my brother. They want me to build, create, be a hero. But I'm not a hero, not even close. Sure, I do what I can to help people, but most days I can't stand to be around anyone.
Today was no different. The moment I see Tony, I get up and return to my room. Today, like usual, I can't stand to be around him.
Mostly because all he talks about is the Avengers or whatever new thing he's working on. Yeah, I'm happy for him, and I'm proud of what he's accomplished, but I don't want to hear about it. I never really have.
I flip on the lights in my room and look around. When I'd first moved in, it was everything I wanted. Now, it's lost its shimmer.
I was a whole different person back then.
Despite living in the Avengers Tower, I hadn't properly met most of them. I know their names, sure, but I don't actually know them. The only people I'd met were Peter and Natasha.
I close the door behind me and flop down on the bed. Someone is watching a movie on the other side of the wall.
I grab my laptop and message Casey to see if he's up. A few minutes later, a FaceTime request pops up on my screen.
I accept it and his face pops up on screen. He's grinning.
I'd met him at summer camp when we were sixteen. He'd accidentally dumped that night's dinner, some sort of camp stew, on my shirt. He had been mortified, but I brushed it off. I'd never liked that shirt anyway.
"Hey." I grin at him.
"Hey," He's walking around his kitchen, "Shouldn't you be asleep? It's really late there isn't it?"
"Eh, I'm fine. Don't need much sleep anyway."
"Mmmhhmm." He gives me a disapproving look, "You're not a teenager anymore, you need sleep."
I groan, "Dude, I am well aware of my age, you don't have to remind me. Besides, I slept more as a teenager than I do now."
"Yeah yeah," Casey shakes his head.
“Besides, I can just sleep tomorrow.” I shrug, “I usually sleep during the day anyway.”
There’s a loud ding and Casey disappears for a moment. He returns with toast and butter, “Aight then. Anything much going on there?”
“Not that I’m aware of.” I pause for a minute, “Oh, never mind. Tony’s throwing another party tomorrow, but really is that a new thing?”
Casey snorts, “He isn’t even there for half of them.”
A grin spreads across my face, “Yeah. I’m actually considering leaving my room for this one. If only to get some food.”
Casey nods, “I have heard that there’s always good food and drinks at his parties.”
I grimace, “He always gets the best for his guests.”
A loud crash pulls Casey's attention from me, “Jonathan leave that alone.” He yells over his shoulder. Jonathan is his ten year old son. I hadn’t had the chance to meet him in person yet.
Jonathan had been in foster care for a few years when he’d come into Casey’s custody. The moment Casey had seen him he known he’d wanted Jonathan to be part of his family.
“Hey, I gotta go.” Casey snaps me from my thoughts, “I have to take Jonathan to camp, we can talk later though.”
“All right, you go on. Tell Jonathan I said to have fun and to stay out of trouble.” I grin.
“Will do, but I can’t promise he’ll stay out of trouble.” Casey grins, “Bye.”
“Bye.” I end the call.
Tony’s party. I had completely forgotten about that until a few minutes ago. I’d promised myself that I’d go this time. I was not looking forward to it.
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Following is a list of all of my work so far, which is also available on my A03!
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Brooklyn Girls (Dark A/B/O Reader x Steve and Reader x Bucky oneshots)
Cocoa (Dark Alpha!Steve x Reader) Complete
Tight Spaces (Dark Alpha!Bucky x Reader) Complete
Feel the Burn (Dark-ish Alpha!Steve x Reader) Complete
Songbird Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 (Dark Alpha!Bucky x Reader) Complete
Mud (Devil Biker!Steve x Reader) Complete
Streets (Dark Mob!AU)
Talking Bird (Dark Mafia!AU Steve x Reader x Bucky—ongoing) Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5
Stand-alone fics (not part of any series)
Pattycakes (Thor x Black OFC — ongoing) Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7
“You shouldn’t have spoken to him at all.” Dark!Thor x Reader
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Long ago (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
A/n: I had so much fun to write this <3 I would love to make a second part, so please let me know if you wanna see one.
Warnings: none I think, but if you find something let me know
Word count: 1600+
Two pairs of eyes were staring at you, they watched every single move you made. Analysing every action, trying to figure out, what you would do next.
"Would you guys stop it?", you asked annoyed and turned around to face the two men, that were sitting in the back of the car.
One guy, you believe Sam was his name, shurged while crossing his arms before his chest. "I don't know... If you would tell me who you are, trusting you would be a lot easier."
A sigh escaped your lips. "I don't own you or anyone a explaination.", was all you said before you turned back to watch Steve talking to some Shield agent.
"And yet you are here to help.", you rolled your eyes. "I am here because Steve needs my help, all of you idiots do."
Suddenly Sam went quiet, saying nothing anymore. "What? Did you get shy or something?" - "You are the one Steve talked about.", he then said.
Your blood froze in your veins. Did Steve tell him about it? Did he tell him what happend?
"What are you even talking about?", you pretend, that you didn't know what he was talking about. Maybe it would work.
Sam looked at you through the rear-view mirror. "The person he saved in the Hydra Base. The agent." - "You don't know anything about me, so you better shut up before I make you shut up."
You didn't like it when people tried to find out stuff from your past. Whoever tried would break their neck.
It were true, when you were working on the Winter Soldier case, Hydra had captured you and tried to find out stuff about Nick Fury.
Steve found you, nearly dead in an old Hydra Base. He rescued you. Saved your dear life.
So of course when he asked you for a favor, you agreed. You owned him big time and maybe you could get equal for helping now.
Ironically you were helping the Winter Soldier. James Buchanan Barnes. You didn't find much about the Winter Soldier back then, but at some point you could put a few pieces together.
Unfortunately you also had to the feeling, that you need to help Bucky as well. So in short, you were just trying to pay your debt.
Your gaze fell back on Steve, who was now kissing that Agent. You made a grimace, that was nothing you really wanted to see. You were not really into all this relationship stuff.
Since Sam stayed quiet, it looked like your words were working and he was avoiding a conflict.
Curiously your eyes flew to the other man. Bucky or how you used to call him, a pain in your freaking ass. He gave you many sleepless nights and now he was just sitting in the car, looking quite peacefully.
You shook your head as you notice Steve coming back to the car. He sat down in the driver seat and gave you a reassuring smile.
He was thankful for your support, that you had agreed to help him.
"Everything okay?", he asked with a worried look on his face. You nodded. "Of course, just trying not to fight against the bird guy.", you said, already prepared to hear Sam complain, but nothing happened.
Steve sighed while you shruged and looked outside the window. "You got yourself a girlfriend? Or was that just a goodbye kiss in case you die?", he blushed slightly, ignoring your questions.
"Hey, don't act like I am not here Rodgers, that hurt my feelings.", dramaticly you placed a hand in your chest, right were your heart was.
"Wait you have feelings?", Sam asked, which really made you even more annoyed. "Probably more than you will ever have."
You could hear Steve sigh. "Can you guys stop it please? We need to work together in this." - "Steve I won't ignore the fact, that you are the only reason I am here. If I got a problem with the bird guy, it won't affect this.", you said annoyed.
Apparently Steve liked to forget, that you were a professional and feelings didn't affect your work anymore.
They did long ago but you made sure that would stop before something bad happened. It was easier in the end of the day, the guilt was the only thing, that would never leave you.
"Remind me to never agree to something like that again.", you mumbeled, unfornately loud enough for Sam to hear. "You can go if you don't wanna be here."
Sam earned a warning look from Steve. "What? I don't trust her." Now it was enough. That guy were really getting on your nevers. "You don't trust me because I don't go and tell you every single detail about me? Because I don't wanna talk about the worst time in my life? Then fine, I can live with that."
It was quiet now, everyone in their thoughts, not wanting to make the mood any worse.
Your thoughts kept wandering to a certain person in the car. You had fight against him, he was the one who helped Hydra to catch you, but he was also the reason they didn't kill you that day.
First you were fighting against another Hydra Agent, they were ready to shoot at you but a mental arm came out of nowhere and pushed you to the ground.
"They need her alive."
Those were exactly the last words you heard before some strong arms picked you up and bought you to the Hydra Base.
You had heard his screams, those screams which made you cry out for help. Not help for you but for him.
He never knew who you were or how you wanted everything to end for him.
Then after all your researching, all your struggels to find out who he was and how he was the perfect killer, after all that you knew he was a broken soul. Just like you.
"Y/n?", Steve voice made you come back to reality and you looked at him questioning. "What?" - "We are there."
You nodded and got out of the car just like the others did.
A man was walking towards Steve while a woman was climbing out a Van. "Cap", the guy said, and if you were right, that man must he Clint Barton.
You let them their privacy and stayed back at the car, watching them though. Bucky stood next to you.
"You haven't changed since then.", he whispered, which caused you to look at him. "I can see you did."
His blue eyes narrowed you, trying to figure out whether you were still mad at him or if you had forgive him.
You turned back to the others as a man was climbing out of the back of the Van. He seemed really excited to be here, unless like you.
"Thanks... " - "You saved my ass and I save yours.", you said giving him a serious look. Even though you wished it was diffrent, Bucky had saved your life back then.
"We should get movin' ", Bucky now said loud enough for everyone to hear. Then a few seconds later, an annoucement in german was made.
That made clear that you were running out of time, so either this would be a day to kick asses or to get the ass kicked.
"Suit up.", you heard Steve say before he walked towards you. "Y/n, can I have a second?"
You looked at him suspiciously. "What is it Cap?" - "I need you to stay with Sam and Bucky when we fight.", you gave him a are-you-fucking-serious look.
"Why? I thought I would walk with you to help you fight Stark.", you said now annoyed at the sudden change of the plan. "That's the point, Natascha and Stark shouldn't know you are here."
Confused at his words, you frowend before you nodded. "Fine, whatever ya want cap." It wouldn't help to agrue with Steve, he wouldn't change his mind anyways.
After you had put on your suits, you were in a building with Bucky and Sam. Not really wanting to be there, but not really having a choice made it all suck even more.
But who were you to complain, you brought yourself into this mess. You knew what would happen when you agreed to help Steve.
You watched Cap walk out, meeting Tony and his friend? No clue who that guy was. More and more people came to join them. "Wow... Just like a big family reunion.", you mumbeled.
It was Sam, who shoot you an annoyed look before going back to his birdy stuff. Honestly you didn't think too much of his super-high-tech-whatever wings.
Bucky also looked at you, but not in an annoyed way, you couldn't quite identify what it was.
As fast as you could you looked away hoping to fight someone soon. Spending time with people wasn't really your thing. Not wanting to wait any longer, you looked back at Sam.
"Can you maybe hurry?", you asked before going back to observing the group of people outside. "Can you maybe be patient?"
You rolled your eyes. "I am never gonna work with you again Wilson.",you said and didn't expect his reaction. He smiled at you as he went to look at his screen. "Finally we agree on something."
He wasn't wrong, but you decided to ignore his comment. Instead you got out your knieves and carefully put them onto your belt.
"Knieves?", you could hear Buckys voice ask, which caused you to look up. "I learnt a few things about them while fighting the Winter Soldier.", a smirked appeared on your lips as you said those words.
He nodded, probably remembering all the times you two fought. You were the only person, that didn't made him regret who he was.
The only person the Winter Soldier had ever saved.
"Okay lovebirds, I found it.", Sam interpruted you, barely hiding his annoyance. "Well we should let Steve know. Tell him, I am gonna check the doors and make sure everything is clear.", you said, giving Bucky a small smile before walking away.
This sure would be a lot of fun.
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Lifeline - Part 16
Summary: (First Responders!AU) Moving to Los Angeles and living with your brother, Thor, was never part of your plan nor was being a 9-1-1 dispatcher, but plans change when you are faced with your own emergencies. In your case, it was leaving behind a relationship that wasn’t as perfect as it seemed. Will this be the fresh start you were hoping for or will your past find a way to catch up with you?
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Odinson!Sister Reader
Word Count: 3600+
Warnings: Blood, angst, kidnapping, hospitals
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Thor whistled, clutching onto your Tupperware as he punched in the gate code to your condo, hearing a dog barking in the distance. “Dogs, such noisy creatures. This is why Darryl and I agreed to no dogs, but I will admit they can be adorable at times,” he mumbled to himself, pausing on the last digit, noticing the gate partially opened. “Huh? That can’t be right.”
He pushed open the gate and stepped in, turning to close it until he heard it lock in place. He reassured himself with a nod and continued up the path to your house, hearing the barking get louder. Thor rubbed his lips together as his eyes traveled to the small porch, spotting a dark figure lying on the ground.
“What in the name is…” Thor's eyes widened, getting closer and recognizing the figure to be Steve. Thor dropped your Tupperware to the ground, sprinting to him, and kneeled down next to him. “STEVE, STEVE. HEY, HEY, WAKE UP?”
The motion sensor lights flickered on, and Thor’s mouth dropped open, taking in Steve’s appearance. Steve was lying on his side in a small pool of blood. A gash on the side of his head glistened in the light with blood coating one side of his neck. Thor gulped, zipping off his sweatshirt, and pulling his phone from his pants pocket, dialing 911.
“STEVE, STEVE...YOU THERE BUDDY? STAY WITH ME…” Thor shouted, placing his phone on speaker and setting it on the ground. He rotated Steve onto his back, placing two fingers on his neck to check for a pulse while applying slight pressure to his head wound using his sweatshirt.
“911, what’s your emergency?” A male voice asked on the other side of the line.
“I need medical and police response to 761 High Ridge Drive Unit 1. We have an unconscious adult male suffering from some sort of head trauma.” Thor’s eyes traveled down Steve’s form, seeing a knife sticking out of his torso. “Scratch that, a head trauma and a stab wound to his torso.”
“May I ask who I am speaking with?”
“Thor Odinson. I’m a firefighter with the 107.”
“Wait, Thor…this is Bruce; is everything alright?”
“The victim is Steve Rogers. He is bleeding from both his head and his abdomen.”
“Units are on their way. Do you know what happened or how long he has been down?”
“I don’t know. I just came to drop my sister’s Tupperware off, and from the amount of blood, I would assume it hasn’t been long.”
“How’s his pulse?”
“It’s weak, and his breathing is shallow. Come on, Steve, wake up. Help is on the way.” Thor tapped him on the cheek, hearing a small groan leave his lips. “There you are. Good, good.” Thor let out a sharp, relieved breath, taking in his surroundings. His mouth went dry as he glanced over his shoulder at your front door, hearing a dog whining inside. “Steve, Steve, Where is YN? Is she still here?”
“YN,” he wheezed with his eyes closed. “Jig.”
Thor narrowed his eyes at him, not understanding what he was saying. “Jig? Steve, what are you saying? STEVE.” Thor tapped in on the cheek again but got nothing in response. He sighed, rechecking his pulse and nodding to himself when it was still there. “Hang on, Steve.”
“Responders are nearby,” Bruce stated through the phone. “Keep doing what you’re doing, Thor.”
Thor’s head snapped to the street upon hearing sirens, and the gate clicked open, having given Bruce the code earlier. Paramedics came rushing in, taking over his current position and examining him even farther. Thor stood off to the side, hearing nothing, but the sound of his own breathing, watching the medics work quickly. His mind was in a haze, and before he returned to his senses, Steve was on the stretcher going down the walkway. One of the paramedics was standing in front of him, staring at him with wide eyes. Her mouth was moving, but he couldn’t hear what she was saying.
“Are you going to be okay?” She asked again, placing her hand on his shoulder.
“Ahhh...yeah,” he nodded at her question. “Of course.”
“The police will be here shortly.” The paramedic patted him on the shoulder, handing him his phone before following her team.
“You still there, Thor?” Bruce asked as Thor watched the flashing lights disappear in the distance.
“Yeahhhh,” he dragged out, bringing the phone to his ear. “YN.”
He opened the door to your condo, and his stomach dropped at the carnage before him. The pillows and blankets that laid on the couch were scattered all around the living room. The small glass entry table Nat gave you was shattered to pieces along with what looked like a broken wine bottle. Photos hanging on the walls were no longer straight, and a few laid broken on the floor.
He gulped, staring at what stood before him. “No, no, no,” he chanted to himself, racing up the stairs. “YN, YN, where are you?” He shouted, looking around your room and bathroom upstairs. He ran back down the stairs, stopping at the bottom. “YN,” he bleated, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Thor, did you find anything?” Bruce questioned from the phone in Thor’s hand.
“She’s uh….she’s not here. She’s gone,” he sniffled, squeezing his eyes shut. “All her stuff is here, but she’s gone.”
“All units responding to 761 High Ridge Drive, please be advised we also have a critical missing adult female: YN Odinson Russo.”
“He found her.” Thor’s voice dropped, making his body tensed up. Every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire, causing the hair on his arm to stand up straight. He let out a deep calming breath, but it did nothing to calm him down.
“Hey, man. We’ll find her.”
“Bye, Bruce,” Thor grunted, hanging up the phone. He let out a frustrated sigh, running his hand through his hair. This wasn’t supposed to happen. How did he let this happen? He was supposed to protect you, but he failed you again. He promised you, and now, he broke that promise. He gave you to Billy without even giving you a chance, and Steve almost died in the process.
A noise behind him made his body jerk around in one swift motion with his hands raised, ready to throw a punch but dropped them once he heard it coming from the closet. He took a cautious step towards it and pulled it open, jumping back with his fists raised. He dropped them, seeing Cosmo whining and staring up at him. “What happened here boy?”
Cosmo stepped out of the closet, and that’s when Thor’s eye caught the red marks around his mouth. “Did you bite him?” Cosmo whined, forcing a slight smile to Thor’s lips. “Did I call your kind noisy earlier; well, I meant amazing.” Thor leaned down, scratching him on the head, staring at the stained fur around his mouth. Thor’s mouth spread into a closed-mouth smile with a single tear escaping down his cheek.
Thor watched the crime scene unit take pictures, seeing the flashes repeat themselves over and over again. He bit his lip, picturing Steve lying motionless on the ground as he tried to imagine a better outcome for you. Were you okay? Were you hurt?
“Hey, big guy. How are you holding up?” Nat asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. He shrugged in response, not breaking eye contact with the front door. “Do you know what happened?”
He shook his head, catching her eye. “He did it, Nat. I know it was him; It was Billy.”
“Hey, we can’t assume it's him. For all, we know he is still in New York. We will figure this out as long as you let us do our jobs.”
“Are you kidding me?” He stood up straighter, pushing Nat’s hand away from him. “My sister, one of your best friends, goes missing, and you think some random asshole off the street came in, hit Steve over the head, and stabbed him, and then, what...for shits and giggles was like BLEUGH, let’s kidnap her. I mean, come on, who else would want to hurt her, Nat? Who?”
“You don’t think I know that. You don’t think I know what that asshole put her through. You don’t think I suspected it was him when the call came through because I did...and if you think you’re the only one hurting right now, you’re wrong,” She countered, poking him on the chest. Thor clenched his jaw, staring down at her to see tears threatening to fall in her eyes. “You need to trust us and let us do our job. The same way people put their trust in you to save their lives.” She pursed her lips, stepping away from him to go inside to look at the crime scene.”
“She’s right, man,” Clint added, standing off to the side. “Let us do our thing, and we’ll catch him.”
Thor looked down at his watch, still standing in the same spot on the grass. He was supposed to be getting questioned but like everything else. They were taking their sweet time when they should be focusing on finding you.
“Hi, I’m Detective Nick Fury, and from what I understand, you're YN’s brother.” Thor tilted his head, sizing up the man with an eye patch, noticing Nat and Clint behind him.
“Yes, how can I help?”
“From what my associates have filled me in on, they say you believe it was her ex-husband--” he flipped through his note pad “--Billy Russo. Yet, he lives some 3,000 miles away in New York City, so at this point, he isn’t guilty of anything.” He arched an eyebrow at Thor. “Did he know she was here?”
“Well… no, I don’t think so…but he did tell her if she ever left him, he would kill her.”
“Did YN tell you this?”
“Did Russo threaten and/or hurt YN before this?”
“She did file for divorce a day or so ago. It could have put her back on his radar.” Nat spoke up from behind him, and Fury nodded his head, writing a few notes in his notepad.
“We will look into him. Now, you mentioned to dispatch that before Rogers passed out, he mentioned someone by the name of Jig. Does that name sound familiar to you or you two behind me?” Nat and Clint both arched a bow, looking at each other, and mumbled no.
“No, I don’t know him,” Thor answered, furrowing his brows together before his eyes shot open wide. “WAIT, Fury. I remember Steve mentioning this new friend he was playing pool with; I never met him, but now, I know why because it was Billy. He got close to Steve so he could get close to YN.” Fury stared at him, trying to wrap his head around it. “What, you don’t believe me? I mean...look at Steve’s phone. It’s right by the door; check for yourself.”
Fury sighed, looking at him. “It’s a good theory, but unfortunately, the phone is locked. We can’t open it without the victim's consent.”
“He’s in the hospital right now after almost dying. I think that gives you consent to look at any of his things as long as it pertains to finding my sister,” Thor shouted, standing up taller and pointing at the front door.
“They will subpoena his phone records, but it’ll take time,” Nat added, crossing her arms. Thor shot her a hard glare, shaking his head with a vengeful smile.
“This is ridiculous. What if YN doesn’t have time? For all, we know she could be dead already because all of you are wasting time here instead of going out and looking for her. Come on, Billy did this.” Thor said, slapping his hand into his palm. “It’s like every crime documentary I've watched; it’s always the husband, boyfriend, lover, or ex...” Thor rolled his eyes and started pacing back and forth. “He almost killed Steve, and he could--he could kill her next.” His voice drifted off, rubbing his forehead.
“But he didn’t…” Clint stated, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Maybe you’re right; Billy did this. He found out where she was and hurt Steve, but YN’s not here...and if all he wanted to do was kill her…”
“...then I would have found her, too,” he sniffled, clenching and unclenching his jaw.
“And you didn’t.” Clint squeezed his shoulder. “She was alive when he took her, and we have to hold onto that right now.” Thor gulped, staring blankly at the front porch.
“You’re right,” he breathed, staring down at Clint, nodding to Fury and Nat. “I should let you work. I’m gonna head to the hospital to see Steve...that is if we are done here?”
“We’re done for now,” Fury nodded, watching Thor go to his truck.
“You don’t think you’re gonna find her alive, do you?” Nat asked Fury, crossing her arms across her chest.
“In these situations, the most dangerous time for a woman is when she leaves her abuser. YN knew this, that’s why she was hiding, but if it is him…well, these scenarios usually don’t come with a happy ending.”
“Do we have any witnesses?”
“None.” He shook his head. “At this time, we are still trying to access her security footage, but we did manage to get access to a street camera across the street. The image is a little grainy, but it did catch what looked to be a man forcing her into his car. All we got is a dark-colored sedan, which doesn’t exactly narrow down our search.”
“Nope, it just sounds like a bad guy's car,” Clint added, nodding his head.
Thor sat on one of the uncomfortable waiting room chairs, leaning his head against the wall. Steve was still in surgery, and by the looks of it, no one found you yet. Bucky and Val showed up a little while ago and were both in the corner talking with Carol, who got there first. Thor sat there quietly, staring at nothing with his blood ragging and fighting the urge to punch something. He leaned forward, hunching himself over rubbing his face with his hands. He sighed, removing his hands, spotting a pair of workbooks in front of him. His eyes traveled up to see Val standing in front of him.
“Mind if I sit?” Thor pointed to the spot next to him and nodded with pursed lips. “I drew the short straw,” Val confessed, forcing him to scoff. “How are you doing?”
“I’m good, great even. The rage, vengeance, and anger coursing through my veins is nothing compared to what Billy is going to be feeling when I find that bastard.” He forced a smile, letting out a soft determined chuckle. Val placed a hand around his wrist, and he stared at her hand, feeling his invisible vail start to slip from his face.
“Everyone is feeling that way right now, but how are you really?”
He cleared his throat, glancing between Val and the floor, letting out a shaky breath. “I uh...I told YN that she didn’t need to keep running, that she should stay here and start over where she would be safe. I would keep her safe,” he sniffled, rubbing at his nose. “She had this dramatic plan all laid out, I was only her first stop, but then I convinced her to stay. I promised her I would protect her and keep her out of harm's way.” He stared off into the distance. “But, he still found her, and I broke our promise. If she left like she planned to and she kept running, he never would’ve found her.”
Val sighed beside him, squeezing his wrist before letting go. “It’s not your fault. Yeah, sure, you might have promised her things, but I know YN wouldn’t want you blaming yourself. Hell, she would smack you upside the head if she knew what you were thinking.” She knocked her shoulder with his, and he smirked, nodding his head. “There is no telling what would've happened if she kept running. He might have caught up with her, he might not have, but if he did, she would’ve been alone and scared.”
“She’s alone with him…now”
“But, I don’t think she is as scared as she would’ve been if it wasn’t for you being there and helping her through this.” Thor caught her eye as a stray tear fell down his cheek, but he quickly wiped it away, hoping it would go unnoticed.. “Dude, she was happy here, and I bet it was the happiest she's been in a long time.”
Thor was about to say something when his phone started ringing. He pulled it from his pocket, seeing Loki's name flashing on the screen. “It’s my brother; I better take this.” Thor stood up, answering it while he walked to a quiet hallway.
“What happened, brother?”
“Why would you assume something happened? I could’ve just called to see how you’ve been or asked about the movie you’re working on.”
“It’s a theatre production, not a film, but seriously brother, what’s the problem?”
Thor walked back and forth in the hallway, not knowing what to say or how to say it. He breathed into the phone, leaning against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. He pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut.
“What do you want me to say? That I messed up again. And our little sister is yet again in danger because of me. Or how one of my good friends is in the hospital, fighting for his life.”
“What? She’s gone? How did this happen?” Loki shouted into the phone, forcing Thor to remove it from his ear. “Thor. You had one job, just the one; keep our little sister safe. And you couldn’t even do it,” he snapped with an exasperated tone.
“I did keep her safe. Sorry, I wasn’t coddling her like you did in New York. I, at least let her have a life, make friends, and have fun without me being…”
“I beg your pardon, we had fun here, and she has tons of friends here,” Loki interrupted.
“Well, at least I encouraged her to stay and start over instead of galavanting around like a chicken.”
“Why a chicken?”
“It’s a saying, I don’t remember the other half of it, but it’s not important. YN managed to find a new life, and she’s happy here.”
“I never said she wasn’t happy, and she wasn’t unhappy in New York either. It all comes back to the sleazebag she married.”
“We finally agree on something,” Thor added with a knowing smile. “If only sister could see us now?”
"She isn’t to know about this.”
“She wouldn’t believe us anyway.”
“You have a point there.” Thor could picture Loki’s wicked smirk on his face.
“When can you get here?”
“I’m leaving for the airport now. I’ll see you soon, brother.” Loki hung up, and Thor closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath.
Thor came back to the waiting room to find Nat and Clint there with their notepads out, probably asking them questions about Steve. He returned to the chair he was sitting in before, hunching himself over and twirling his phone around in his hand with his leg bouncing. He caught Nat’s eye, and he shot her a hard glare, shaking his head. She didn’t even care that one of her best friends was abducted; instead, she was more worried about her job and following orders; when did she decide to finally become a rule follower. Thor heard footsteps approach him, and he looked beside him to see Sam.
“Hey man, I heard what happened. Sorry, I’m so late. I took an extra shift. Everything alright? Do you need anything?” Sam asked, taking the seat next to him.
“No news and I’m doing fine,” Thor gulped, leaning back and resting his hands together on his stomach.
“Any news on Steve?” Thor shook his head, staring straight ahead. “Do the police have any leads on YN?”
“None. As far as I am aware.” He shrugged, pointing to Nat and Clint. “They haven’t told me anything yet.”
Sam nodded, glancing between Thor and Nat, sensing something happened earlier. “How were Steve’s injuries? Was he still conscious?
“They seemed severe, but we’ve both seen worse. He had a gash on the side of his head, a knife sticking out of his torso. There was quite a bit of blood. He was unconscious, but he did manage to say YN and Jig before he passed out again. Never met him, so I don’t know if he has something to do with this. I have my theories, but the police aren’t looking into it. I told them to check his phone to see if Jig’s number matches her ex-husbands and that maybe he was lying about his name, but it’s breaking the chain of custody or some nonsense.” Thor crossed his arms, shaking his head.
“Wait, Steve said Jig,” Sam questioned, and Thor nodded, having explained this multiple times so far. “You know I suspected him to be a little off when I met him at Happy’s. He seemed a little too full of himself with his hair gelled back, and his... “
“You’ve met him,” Thor asked, sitting up straight with wide eyes. “If I bring up a picture of him. Do you think you could recognize him?” Sam nodded, and Thor scrolled through his phone until he found a picture of you and Billy. “Is this him?”
“Yeah, that’s the guy. How did…” Sam’s eyes grew wide. “Oh, shit.”
“I knew it.” Thor shot out of his chair heading straight for Nat.
AN: Thanks for reading Part 16. Oh snap! How did this happen? Things were going so well, her and Steve were going to go on a date, but now she got kidnapped, Steve is in the hospital, and Cosmo got shoved into a closet. And just when Thor was starting to forgive himself for past events, this shit happens! And what is going on with Nat being a rule follower all the sudden? Interesting...And now, Loki is on his way to LA. (I never wrote him before, so I hope I did him justice!!) And for those of you that are 9-1-1 fans, it is similar to the kidnapping episode, you know the one. I like how they concocted it, so I worked off of that, but I did tweak it to my liking. As many suspected, Jig turned out to be Billy. It's a good thing Sam met him that night otherwise who knows how long it would've taken for them to realize. Also, I am curious if any of you Googled the name Jig with Marvel because I did, and he popped right up! Haha! Or did my subtle hints help you figure it out? Anyways, any theories as to what's to come? Will Thor ever be able to forgive himself? Is Steve gonna pull through? Are they going to find her in time? So many questions...I hope you all enjoyed Thor's POV in this part, I thought it would be a good change of pace. Anywho, my ramble is done, comments always welcome! Thanks again for reading!
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The Silver Shadow Masterlist:
Chapter 1a, Chapter 1b, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
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Pairing: Sebastian Stan x BlackFem!OC
Warning: Swearing, Angst and Fluff.
Summary: Hanging out with Chris, Seeing her ex boyfriend.
A/N: Ahhhhhh enjoy!😁
(What happens when you fuck with Sebastian's girlfriend 🤣^)
-1 week later-
"Euphoria get up, we're going to be late!" Chris shouted hitting me in the face with a pillow. Half sleep, I used my arm to block it.
"Late for what?-"He cut me off with another hit. "Chris put the fucking pillow down!" I catched the pillow mid strike. He stopped, dropping it on my chest.
"We have some last minute shooting today. I came over to see if you wanted to ride even though you don't have to come in today."
I groaned trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes. I see that he was fully dressed with freshly groomed hair. "You woke me up just to say that? ugh! I'm coming hell." I rolled my eyes getting out of bed not caring about what I had on. Which was just some underwear and a tube top.
"We're stopping for hibachi too so do what you need with that information." I heard him say as I walked into my bathroom, grabbing my toothbrush and toothpaste so I could brush my teeth. "No I want chick-fil-a christopher."
"Well we'll get both now hurry upp."
Feeling refreshed from the nap chris woke up from, we did go to both food places. Chris and I walked onto set looking like bad bitches.
In terms of, he had on a extra pair of my sunglasses. "Chris I watched that interview where you told the reporter your hamster name. I think Gemini Flanagan should be our names. You're Gemini and I'm Flanagan!" We both giggled kind of tipsy. Chris put his arm on shoulder, laughing his ass off.
He could barely get his words out. I snickered at his goofy ass."Chris stop laughing damn, it's not even that funny." His laughing turn into wheezing making me laugh."Look Chris go into your trailer, I'm going back to the truck to grab my jacket so I'll be right back."He nodded still laughing going straight into his trailer. Guys, chris is drunk as hell
I let out a little laugh shaking my head at him. As I was walking back from the truck, I heard someone call my name. "Euphoria!"
"Who the hell is calling my name?" I mumbled to myself peaking over my sunglasses. My blood ran cold when I saw who it was. It was my ex who technically isn't my ex because we didn't date but only talked to each other. Eric was head over heels for me but I wasn't for him. I didn't lead him on, I told him from the start that I didn't want a relationship.
He was manipulative, abusive with his words, attitude problem and when he was angry, he grabs my arm tightly. I moved away from him because I was tired of the toxicness. I acted like I didn't hear him and continued walking. "Bitch I know you hear me! You can't run from me."
That right there made me stop in my tracks. I turned around ready to give him a piece of my mind. "Bitch? You're the bitch Eric! Stop following me!"When he got closer to me, his tall frame stood over mine. Normally I'd be a sucker for that because it be Sebastian's tall frame. Now I'm terrified since it's Eric's tall frame.
"You belong to me! You're leaving with me right now!"
"Like hell I am Eric! Get out of here before I call the police. I've never had feelings for you! Stop. Stalking. Me." I grit through my teeth. In one swift movement, his hand wrapped around my neck. Eric was choking me.
I hit his arm trying to breath but he wasn't budging. "We're leaving right now." He lets go but before I could gasp for air, he back hands me. My face fling to the side as I let out a yelp. Both my face and throat felt as if it was on fire. "Don't ever talk back to me! Do you understand?" He grabs a head full of my hair, gripping it.
My chin trembled as a couple of tears trickled down my cheek." Ah!" I reached for my hair but he gripped it tighter.
"I said do you understand??"
"I understand!" I cried out and he lets go of my hair. I was scared of him and I wanted to call Sebastian so bad but he wasn't mine anymore. "Let's go." Eric pointed to his truck. Before we could walk off, out walked Hemmy, Chris, and Sebastian from the building. My heart starts racing, Eric was going to hurt me more if I told them what happened.
"Euphoria what happened to you coming back?" Chris questioned when they closer, obviously not tipsy anymore. "Who is this?" Hemmy asked menacingly, pointing at Eric. Sebastian stayed quiet looking back and forth between me and Eric.
"This is uh um.." I stuttered trying to think of an answer but Eric spoke up for me. "I'm Eric, her boyfriend." Sebastian clenched his jaw in anger then he looked at me trying to see if it was true. I was choked up my words, knowing it was a lose lose situation.
"Well I need to talk to Euphoria so excuse us."Sebastian sneered grabbing my waist so he can pull me away from the conversation.Eric began to say something but coward down when Hemmy tall frame stood in the way.
"I'm going to ask you this one time. Tell the truth Euphoria." Sebastian told me with anger written across his face. "Did he hit you?" I looked up him beginning to sob giving the answer he needed. "Go get in the car!" He clenched his fist.
I've never seen him so angry like that, it scared me. I heard Eric speak up as I walked to Sebastian's truck."Where is she going? Why is she-" I quickly closed the door. I placed my head in my hands, not wanting to see what was going on outside. I could hear the muffled shouting coming from Hemmy, Chris and Sebastian.
I hyperventilate knowing that I was the cause of all of this. "Hey, Hey, Hey Euphoria calm down. Breath, you're okay now." Tom reassured pulling me to his chest. I didn't even notice him getting in the truck. I just wanted all of this to be over with. I broke down in my best friend arms, just wanting to shut the whole world out.
"It's so hot in here." I grumbled flipping the covers off of me, opening my eyes. There sat Sebastian at the edge of my bed. "Sebastian?" I sat up trying to see if it was really him. He turned around with no emotion on his face.
"Yes. You alright?"
"I'm fine, I just wasn't expecting you to be here." I picked at my nails not knowing what else to say. He took a deep breath before speaking up. "Euphoria did you know him? Did he come into the picture after me and you break up?"
"No, He stalked me all the way to here. I used to talk to him when I stayed in Texas. He was so toxic and I didn't want to be around him so I left. Sebastian I didn't do anything the whole time we weren't together. I wanted to prove you that all I want is you."
"I beat his ass for placing a hand on you. Euphoria I wanted to kill him for even being near you."
I get out the bed going over to stand in front of him. Us not being together was killing me. Fuck it. I ran a hand over my face"God Sebastian can you hold me?"
Seb gets up from the bed engulfing me into a well needed hug. I inhaled his amazing scent, not wanting to let go. " I missed you so much. I was wrong about everything. You were right, I wasn't r-ready but now I am. I want to be the best girlfriend for you. I'm so sorry Sebastian." I cried with each word, I broke down more. He placed a finger under my chin, lifting my head so our eyes can meet.
"Doll, I forgive you. It's been hard not having you by my side. That made me realize that I can't live without you. Stop crying okay? I'm not going anywhere. I love you so much."
Relief flooded through my body. He used his thumb to wipe the tears from under my eyes. "I love you more." I sniffled then leaned forward closing the gap between us by placing my lips onto his.
I am in completely in love with Sebastian Stan.
this is weird to me . I don't really know. it took me all day to write.
but tag: @majo240820 😁
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[S.R. / B.B.] Masterlist
Welcome to my masterlist of all things Steve Rogers / Bucky Barnes. Everything is 18+ ONLY. Please respect that and do not read if you are a minor.
😈 = dark
🥵 = smut
♥️ = fluff
[updated 5.10.21] | dividers by @firefly-graphics.
Beneath the Surface • Second in command to Steve Rogers, who is the newly appointed Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., deception lies within the wings of the agency. The new head of Hydra threatens to expose the secrets that are being kept, including one that could crumble the organization. 😈🥵
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Chapter 7 is in the works
Don’t Let Me Down • Bonded to two Alphas, a curious and innocent Omega leaves the house and is attacked by a wayward Alpha. The small incident gives the Alphas a chance to show her just how much she means to them. 😈🥵
Fated, Faithful or Fatal? • Tony Stark got his way and built a security blanket around the world. There’s peace and security. But not for everyone. 😈🥵
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Chapter 12 is in the works
Prodigal Son • It’s been years since Bucky Barnes called a place home. Putting down roots in a new town doesn’t seem like a challenge, not with his best friend as the newly minted Mayor. Maybe he’ll follow in Steve’s footsteps and start a pack of his own. 😈🥵
One, Two, Part Three is in the works
Can’t Be Tamed 🥵
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Summary || Mob leaders Steve and Bucky are closer then what people think and they don't like when people stare at their girl, especially a meeting in their own home.
Warning/content || Bucky and Steve, poly relationship, fluff, implied smut, mob au, mafia au
Paring || Bucky x reader x Steve
It's always assumed to be rumors.
That Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers, the men who own the most notorious and gruesome mafia are in fact more then just business partners. Just the thought alone of two powerful, equally dangerous men, would never work. Too strong willed and determined, one always wanting more power, asserting dominance but that wasn't the case.
Steve and Bucky had loved each other since they were kids - best friends since birth, Steve's father took care of the business, pretty much owned the whole state of New York City and even currently after his death, Steve has managed to keep it that way. And just like his father, a Barnes being his right hand man, but it was much more then that.
Then they met you, a sweet girl, filled with laugher and happiness, something they have been desperately been needing in their life. Where they work too long, you're there to remind them they're human, to eat, to sleep. When they're enraged, about to act of feelings, you're there to remind them it's only temporary, it will pass.
Business is good as ever but now instead of the drug trade, stealing and laundrying, they have decided to start a business - the goal to be one hundred percent legitimate by two years but of course some things always get in the way.
Like the fact no one can seem to do their job and their employees always seem to have sticky fingers. A huge financial loss, one that can set their planalmost a whole year behind.
Bucky sits up straight, shoulder to shoulder with Steve as he flips the data sheet over with equally displeased scowls. Bucky's the first one to look up, steel blue eyes darkening as long table of men nearly shake. "How did this happen? When we hired all fifteen of you, it was to make sure we don't loose any fucking money."
"Sorry sir, we just assumed -."
"Shut up." Steve huffs as he brings his hand up to rub his beard, leaning into the table with an elbow. "You're going to get that money back or else, I'm not paying with you fucking idiots no more. It's my money, you lost it, you go find it."
A calloused but soft hand reaches into Steve's light hair, he lets out an a hum of acknowledgment and leans into Bucky's touch. The men around them freeze but they don't seem to care; agreeing to not hide it anymore.
Bucky's concerned eyes leave the sight of his boyfriend but narrows at the wide eyed men. "Is there a problem?"
"N-No, not at all sir."
"Good." Steve claps his hands, "Tell us exactly what happened last night, not one detail left out."
Meanwhile the sun shins brightly through the slits of white curtains, adorming and glistening from the lotion on your skin. The white searing light makes you wince, claiming it's too bright, unknown that no one is listening.
"Steve, stop opening the curtains, close them!" He's always the first one up, opens all the curtains in hopes that you and Bucky will take up; you never do. There's no answer, squeezing your eyes in annoyance as you reach over to tap Bucky, he'd close them even though he wasn't much of a morning person like yourself.
"Buck -." But no one is there, the bed incredibly cold, depsite the size of the bed, it feels so small without them.
You hiss at the contact between the cold, morning floor and your feet through the bedroom and into the hall, where you found yourself jumping from area to area rug in the ridiculously long hall way.
Decending the stairs and heading right towards the direction of their home office, it had to be something work related to pull your boys away, if they left they would have woken you up to tell you.
The moment you open the large, double doors you're greeted with seventeen pairs of eyes, two pairs being got of your boyfriend's. Clearly displeased with the intrusion.
To start, they try to keep you away from the business as much a possible, sparing any details and keeping it short. You're aware of who b they are, what they do but they're trying to change.
You're completely oblivious to the fact that you stand just and only a thin white shirt, no doubt Bucky's from the night before and a very small pair of cheeky black underwear, which showed through the translucent white.
“Pretty girl, go back up stairs ya?” Steve bites his inner cheek. The crowd does a double take, eyes widening as they realize his words - were you his too?
"We'll be up in twenty minutes, keep the bed warm. Put some pants on." Bucky's words confirm it - you're both of theirs.
In an instant your cheeks are on fire, flushing at the realization you're pretty much naked. Frozen in embarrassment.
Bucky and Steve's eyes along the crowd of men, daring any of them too look again but no one has a death wish today.
“I was hungry, I’m sorry I didn’t know you had a meeting, was wondering where you went." Bucky reaches over, pressing his lips into your hand, mumbling against it. "Wait it the kitchen for us - won't be long and put some freaking pants on."
The moment you leave, Steve clears his throat. "Get me my money back, I don't care what you have to do. And bring that jerk-off to me, teach him something about stealing money."
"Are we understood?" Bucky adds. "Now go, we have other business to attend to."
You don't miss the way the men tip their hats to you, respectfully and not for too long as the exit the house. A gentle hand cups your hip, chest pressing against your back to sandwich you between them and the counter top. Steve's lips find your cheek, trail to your ear. "Hi honey."
Cheeks blazing hot as Bucky's gaze catches your attention, a sly smirk that makes you pout. "You know, next time a warning or a note would be nice."
"Was," Steve's lips press against your temple, "No," now to your hair, "Time."
"Okay sweetheart," Buck huffs, "Quit hogging her up, cmere, give me my morning kiss doll."
A smile curls at the ends of your lips, legs still naked despite his warnings but trail over to kiss him. With one small kiss his other hand reaches out for his other lover, "Steve - sweetheart, come here. Wanna kiss babe."
Bucky pulls you into lap with a lady grin, hands falling to cup your rear. "Next time, put some pants on."
"I dunno, maybe." You tease him, sticking your tongue out only for him to tap his finger against it.
"Mmm, never have to wear pants around me." Steve comments finally joining the two of you with a teasing smirk. "Like ever, ever again."
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Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x Female!Omega Reader
Summary: Steve finds his mate in the midst of World War II
Warnings: Fluff, imprisonment, violence, abo dynamics, guns, injuries, Hydra, word war 2, talk of heats.
(A/N): Did self insert myself into this? Yes, yes I did. Feedback is always appreciated, happy reading! ❤️ Sorry if this is crappy
Divider by @firefly-graphics
Gun shots and shouts filled your ears as a battle raged outside. You cowered in the corner of your cold damp cell, praying for someone to rescue you.
Footsteps could be heard as a shadowy figure of a tall, broad shouldered man came into view. An Alpha.
Pausing, the mysterious Alpha surveyed the area before his eyes locked onto yours.
"Hey, it's okay. We're here to get you out." he said gently whilst approaching you.
As he got closer and ripped the metal bars of your prison off the walls, you took in his appearance. Tall, blonde, muscular and blue eyed. The American man radiated Alpha. Not to mention that his show of strength stirred your inner Omega awake.
"I'm Steve Rogers, you're going to be okay now." he soothed. His eyes latched onto your probably broken and bloody leg. "Can I carry you? I promise to be gentle."
You were weary of this Alpha but you were slowly caving. He seemed trustworthy. For now. Agreeing with him, you let him lift you bridal style, out of the now decimated Hydra base.
Once outside, he set you down on a crate and tended to your wounds. The dust had settled and all that was left was some rubble.
"This is going to sting." he warned as he started to clean the gash on your thigh.
Quickly and effortlessly, he patched you up to the best of his ability.
"When we get back to camp, the nurses will check you out, make sure nothing is too severely broken. Don't worry, I won't let them hurt you, I promise you'll be in good and safe hands." the Captain reassured as you visibly blanched at the notion of medical attention.
Breathing in deeply, you caught a whiff you Steve's scent as he carried you to the vehicle. Charcoal, strawberries and vanilla. It calmed you.
"Who's this young dame?" another Alpha questioned out of curiosity.
"This is..." Steve looked at you.
"(Y/N), I'm (Y/N)." you supplied quietly. The other Alpha intimidating you slightly.
"This is (Y/N). She was a prisoner in the base." gesturing to the other man, Steve introduced him as well. "(Y/N), this is Dum Dum Dugan."
"Pleasure to meet ya. Here have some water." Dum Dum offered kindly.
You weren't used to this. You had grown up with Alphas treating their Omegas and all Omegas like dirt. The show of kindness startled you and you weren't sure what to make of it.
The ride back to the camp had you questioning everything you knew about people and Alphas in particular. Sergeant James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes, a tall brunette Alpha and Steve's best friend intrigued you very much. He was conversing with a beta, both of them part of the Howling Commandos, about how he couldn't wait to get back and see his mate. He spoke about her with such adoration, it shocked you. This was very different from what you had been taught.
As the vehicle rolled into the camp, you could see a small group of people waiting by the entrance.
The soldiers dismounted from the green machine and some were ushered into a nearby tent.
"Bucky!" a short, petite woman with a British accent ran up to the Alpha.
"Alexis!" the sergeant gathered her up into his arms and they both clung to each other tightly.
Alexis pulled away and concern laced her features.
"Are you hurt? Let's get you checked up." fussing over the Alpha, the small Omega took his hand and pulled him along.
Soon, you were also escorted into the medical tent along with Steve and a nurse came to attend to them. Taking a seat by the couple, you observed them. It was nothing like you had ever seen before.
Alexis was tending to the soldier's wounds and lightly scolding him for being so reckless, all while the Alpha grinned ear to ear and played with her soft black hair. Bucky wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face into her bronze neck, breathing in her scent.
"I missed you, Omega." he murmured, placing a kiss to her cheek.
Melting into his embrace, the Omega comforted her mate. "I missed you too Alpha. I was so worried about you."
"I know, but always know that I'll come back to you no matter what. I love you."
The bed dipped next to you as Steve took a seat beside you.
"Hey, you okay?"
"Yes. No. I don't know. I-I've never seen an Alpha and an Omega to be so..." not able to form the right words, you waved in the couple's direction.
"Miss? If you could please come with me so I can give you a check up." a beta dressed in white called out to you. A nurse.
Nodding in understanding, Steve averted his gaze back towards you. He knew that in some towns Alphas, Betas and Omegas weren't treated the same as most places did. Alphas were normally at the top of the hierarchy and Omegas at the bottom.
Looking to Steve, he quickly covered your hand in his.
"I'll go with you. If you want that is."
Nodding and whispering a shaky "Yes", you let the man lead you towards the nurse.
It had been roughly a month since you had arrived at the camp. Since then, you had made a lot of progress. It was still hard, but being around other people was a bit easier for you now. You had even made friends with the Howling Commandos, Agent Peggy Carter, Alexis and Howard Stark.
You had one day a week reserved for some girl time with Peggy and Alexis where you were able to speak more freely and you felt yourself coming out of your shell.
Throughout your time at the camp, you learnt what a healthy relationship between mates looked like. Bucky and Alexis were a great help and were patient and understanding when you got confused. They answered any questions you had and soon became two of your closest friends at the base along with Peggy and Steve.
Steve. You had grown the closest with the blonde haired Alpha. He was there for everything. He would spend the nights soothing you after nightmares, accompanied you to the medical tent and acted as a source of great comfort. He was funny and managed to cheer you up all the time, especially with his terrible attempt at dancing. Soon enough, you caught yourself falling for the man.
Wednesday evening approached and you headed to Peggy's tent for your weekly girls night. Peggy had managed to sneak some chocolate and various other foods from a nearby pub and had set out a delicious meal for the three of you.
Conversation flowed and all of you were having the time of your life. You trusted the girls with your life.
"Alexis? Can I ask you a question?" you inquired shyly. No matter how many times she had assured you, she didn't mind your questions, you were still nervous at times.
"Of course! Everything okay (Y/N/N)?" her soft, warm, brown eyes only held kindness as she welcomed your inquiry.
"How did you know that Bucky was a suitable mate? What did you feel?"
The woman chuckled, remembering how she had met the man.
"I felt like I was soaring whenever I was with him. It was as if I knew that no matter what, he would be there for me. But I guess I really knew when my heat hit." the black haired girl looked down at her lap sheepishly. "He stood in front of my tent and made sure no one came in or tried anything. Even though it was affecting him too. He sat there the entire time, providing me food and water and standing guard. He felt safe."
Your heat hadn't come since you had been at the camp but Steve felt safe. He did everything he could for you no matter what and was always there.
"You like Steve." Peggy announced, a smirk pulling at her red painted lips.
Now it was your turn to look sheepish.
"I think he likes you too." she stated, a spark in her eyes.
"Well..." you hesitated, there was no way an Alpha like Captain Steve Rogers would look at an Omega like you, right?
"Peggy's right. I'm sure he likes you too!" this time it was Alexis who spoke. "Trust me. I've seen the way he looks at you."
"I have an idea." the brunette Beta declared.
And that was how you found yourself sitting around the campfire with all your friends, enjoying the crisp night.
Steve sat next to you, heat emitting from him keeping you warm.
A little to the left, sat Bucky and Alexis curled up in each other. Alexis was perched on his lap and the Alpha had his arms wrapped around his mate, nuzzling and pressing light kisses to her neck at regular intervals.
"Aren't they beautiful? The stars?" the blonde asked as he started up the clear sky.
Humming in agreement you turned to find him looking at you. The fire lit up his blue eyes and the flames danced in the reflection.
"Do you know any constellations?"
The two of you spent the rest of the night wrapped up in one and other, feelings blooming on the meanwhile.
It was almost time to head to bed when Peggy carried out her plan.
"So, (Y/N), Tim at the pub seems to have taken an interest in you." wiggling her eyebrows, she noted how Steve tensed but pretend to speak to Bucky.
Sitting next you, she droned on about how he was a nice Alpha, monitoring Steve's every move.
"I'm going to turn in for the night." the Captain announced abruptly and he walked he away, steps heavy, into the night.
Ushering you in his direction, Peggy gave you a 'go get your man' look and you've never run so fast in your life.
At your call, he stopped in his tracks and turned around.
"What is it (Y/N)?" he asked harshly.
"Why did you leave suddenly?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Cut the crap Rogers. I know when you're lieing. You're terrible at it." even worse than Bucky you thought, momentarily recalling the time when he had stolen your last slice of plum cake.
Huffing, Steve refused to meet your eyes. Instead, the tree looked a lot more interesting than it had earlier.
"Are you jealous?" still nothing. "Alpha?"
This snapped him out of his reverie.
"What did you say?"
"I asked, if you were jealous, Alpha. You jealous of the pub owner?"
No one called someone else by their presentation apart from their mate.
"You're playing a dangerous game here Omega." he growled.
"What if I want to play the game?"
"Well then little Omega, why don't you show me how much you want to play this game?"
Launching yourself at the large Alpha, you fervently locked your lips with his.
Returning the kiss, Steve wrapped you in his embrace and conveyed all his emotions in the display of affection.
It felt like hours had gone by, by the time you pulled back for air. Both of you panting, and a cool breeze drifting by.
"I didn't want to think about you with another man." Steve admitted shyly.
"Good, because I don't want to be with another man." you grinned.
Squeals could be heard as the super soldier picked you up and carried you to his tent. Laying you down on his bed, he slid in next to you.
"I'm yours, Alpha."
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A Rose And A Bullet: Part 2
Blue eyes stared into blue eyes through a mirror, reflecting an image of a man who was unprepared and almost unwilling to go through with the event his ma set before him.
“Bucky-“ his ma’s voice filtered through the phone pressed into his ear and stirred him from his gaze.
“I’m about to go meet them.” Bucky’s lips were pursed as he riddled with his already styled hair and his waistcoat that was specifically picked out to emphasize the colour of his eyes.
“Be on your best behaviour.” His mother scolds him like a child, warning him not to act like a man-child and scare off the potential future ‘Mrs. Barnes’.
“There are 20 women outside waiting for me,” Bucky grumbled while he moved from the mirror to the window, looking through the upstairs window to the garden below, begrudgingly dragging his feet. “I have to go ma.”
The whole event was designed to find Bucky a suitable woman to stand by his side so he could take over the family business and the family empire. The whole event was conspired by his mother who was impatient and frustrated with Bucky’s choices to have different women for a night or a week. He chose relational freedoms over relational commitment, and he liked it that way.
He didn’t want to be tied down to one woman who was only in the relationship for the money or the power or even the title. Bucky would rather have random fucks and hookups because at least those were genuine. At least the random hookups gave him some resemblance of enjoyment.
Marrying a woman who only wanted money or power or a title, was horrifying and nauseating.
Maybe Bucky was a little fuck boy. Maybe he was a little dick for choosing a one-night stand instead of commitment.
Or maybe he didn’t want to spend his marital life with a miserable woman just to inherit the family business and empire.
“Put in a real effort, James. These women are-“
“-Pariah’s, ma. These women only want money.” Bucky took another gaze around the garden. At least they were beautiful, that was a saving grace.
“One of them will be your future wife. The one-night stands end here, James. Your father wants to retire, it’s time for you to take over. Grow up and get out there.” His mother, while being one of the sweetest women around, was a force to be reckoned with.
People were afraid of his father, but everyone was terrified of his ma.
“I’m going.” Bucky bid his goodbye and ended the call before he shoved his phone into his pants pockets. When he was ready, he turned away from the window and left the bedroom, moving throughout the massive estate autonomously. He moved without thinking until he reached the last barrier between him and the garden outside.
His parents had met when his mother was a waitress in this little dive café. His dad had gone to collect payment and caught sight of his ma, this little slip of a waitress, who threatened with him a grease-soaked spatula until he turned around and came back later with the request of a date that turned from one into succeeding dinners that eventually led to an engagement.
His mother was a woman of fiery class. She was stubborn and stuck in her ways, aggravating his dad in the most headache-inducing yet loving ways.
Bucky wanted someone equally as aggravating and headache-inducing because his parents’ relationship was real and true, it stemmed from a general connection and chemistry instead of a relationship based on power and titles and money.
“They’re waiting for you.” One of the many foot soldiers responsible for providing security for the event opened the door for Bucky to step through.
As he stepped through the door and came into the natural light of the sun, he pulled his sunglasses from their place in his pocket and unfolded them. He gave the women in the garden a good look at his eyes before he slid the glasses on his face and pushed the nosepiece up the bridge of his nose.
“Bucky, right?” It wasn’t long before he was surrounded by a small crowd of women, a small pack of well-dressed and done-up girls who were vying for his attention. “I’m Laura. I’m from the west coast.”
“Yeah,” Bucky humoured the eager women, even though he was internally pulling away, “Bucky.”
Laura was a woman with long brown hair and golden highlights. Laura was a woman who was wearing a dress that was skin tight and as revealing as possible to try and draw Bucky’s attention to her west coast physique.
“I’m Sarah.” Another woman from his left spoke, her strawberry blonde hair and bright green eyes twinkled as she leaned in and placed a hand on his chest. “I’m right from Brooklyn.”
“Yeah?” He was already disinterested in this whole event. He knew why at least half of these women were here and it wasn’t because of his personality.
Bucky felt smothered by these women clinging to him, hanging around him like he was their life source. He felt as if their presence was a vice squeezing the air from his lungs, leaving him grappling and gasping for some source of oxygen to keep him breathing.
“Nice to meet ya.” Bucky pat the inside of his suit pants pocket for the carton of darts tucked inside. Despite just having one, he felt as if he could have another. Or a drink of something stiff.
He gently pushed his way through the crowd of women toward the bar, aware of them following him while conversing together. He was followed to the bar and he was getting his ear talked off as he ordered a beer.
The head of the event was moving toward the small stage that had been built so the women could introduce themselves to everyone. It was a way to level the playing field and get the women familiar with the competition.
“Ladies please if I could have your attention-“
With his disinterest and the head of the event addressing the women, Bucky felt as though he had a brief moment of peace. He ordered his beer as they grabbed refilled champagne flutes from the wait staff to endure the rules of the estate and the event would pin 20 women against each other for the hopes of becoming his bride.
“You know for a man who has 20 beautiful women in his company,” a woman spoke from his right, “you’re glum. Isn’t this supposed to be the dream? A pile of women fighting over you?”
The woman who had spoken from his left wasn’t in a ball gown or a gala dress. The woman to his left was in a cable knit sweater and a pair of skinny jeans and heels. The woman to his left was beautiful and breathtaking, without seeming like she was putting on a façade to steal his attention.
“I could be wrong but,” the woman took a swig from her beer, “I think most men would kill to be in your position.”
Bucky turned and studied her, his head titled and his eyes narrowed slightly. Her accent was hard to place yet it was familiar enough to feel nostalgic.
“I’ve seen men kill for less.” He rests his elbow on the bar top and angled his body away from the other women, gazing upon this one with heightened interest.
“Have you? What have you seen men kill for?” She questioned, passing the bartender the empty bottle of beer for another.
“James,” he extended his hand.
“James?” She furrowed her brow and pursed her lips.
“Bucky’s a nickname. James is my legal first name.” Bucky inched closer, interested in the woman that had something special about her that he couldn’t put his finger on.
“Y/N L/N,” she introduced herself after taking a long swig of her beer, “from Boston. I’m an elementary school teacher.”
“Not many single teachers where you’re from?” Bucky looked her up and down, his lips twitching as he almost smirked.
“Not many heiresses in New York?” She took another drink. “Or are there too many to choose from?”
“You got something against New York?” Bucky cracked a small grin.
“Only against the Yankee’s.” You had equally smirked when you knew you hit a nerve. “Red Sox are leagues ahead of the Yank’s. I think the Yank’s have reinvented the word ‘loser’.”
“Eh!” Bucky frowned and slammed his glass against the top. “Don’t come for the Yankee’s like that.”
The small laugh that had emitted from your lips was stirring.
His dad once said that when he came across his ma it was as if he was struck by lightning. It was as if he was struck with an irreversible curse that drew him to Bucky’s ma.
Was that what this was? Was this lightning? Was this the curse?
Was Bucky walking in his father’s shoes, experiencing the kind of moment that only came every few lifetimes?
“Boston!” You were called to the stage, your turn to introduce yourself to the crowd. After you were called, you’d set your bottle down in the same manner as Bucky had only you bent down after to fix the strap of your heels that was falling down your ankle.
“You better mention your bad taste in sports teams.” Bucky had finally emitted a smile; genuine and true. “Cause anyone who likes the Red Sox over the Yankee’s must have poor taste.”
“Seems like my taste in men is no better.” You threw a cheeky, flirty grin over your shoulder toward him along with a wink.
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The People Left Behind
Cowritten with @iliumheightnights
Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes & Male reader & Sam Wilson (Platonic)
Summary: When Steve when back in time, he hadn't thought of the consequences. Lucky for the people he left behind, there was a solution.
(This fic has both a happy ending and an angsty ending enjoy!)
Sam and Bucky looked at the figure who sat on the bench looking over the lake. They didn't need to walk up to him to know exactly who it was. After registering what they were looking at they looked to the boy to the right of them.
Both waited for him to say something or to walk to Steve, but when he made no move to go to his father, Sam went first. Bucky scooted closer to the boy he had known for pretty much his whole life. He knew this wasn't easy for m/n. Hell, it wasn't easy for HIM.
Sam had reached Steve and began talking with him. Bucky moved his arm and wrapped it around the boys shoulder. He wasn't sure if it was to give M/n support...or himself support. They watched as Steve handed Sam the shield and they knew. It was the end. Bucky felt the boy shaking in his arms watching everything go down.
“Are you okay bud?” Bucky asks in a soft voice. He knows the answer but still feels the need to ask.
“He said he’d be right back...”
“He said he’d be right back... but he didn’t say he’d be an old man...”
Bucky tightened his grip a bit on M/n without realizing. Sam and Steve turned and looked their way. Bucky caught Steve's eyes and it hurt him. Then Steve looked at M/n and Bucky could practically feel M/n break down in his arms.
M/n began shaking his head furiously. "I can't- I can't do this." M/n pushed out of Bucky's arms and ran in the opposite direction. Away from Bucky, away from Sam, and away from his dad. Away from the man who abandoned him. Bucky had heard how M/n's voice broke while retreating, it broke his own heart.
The way Steve looked so confused at M/n's actions didn't make Bucky sad...it made him angry. Steve turned to look at him, but Bucky didn't give him a second thought as he turned and followed after M/n. HE was the one who needed some comforting right now. Not Steve.
Bucky only hoped Sam would say something to Steve.
“I don’t understand...” Old Man Steve says to himself.
“Really? You really don’t understand why M/n ran off? Did all that time soften your brain?”
“Let me finish. You told us you’d be right back. What you didn’t tell us was that you’d be back after living an entire other life!! You left your best friend and your son Steve!”
Steve sat there taking in all the words. He didn't think he'd have a confrontation like this when he came back. "I thought- I thought you'd all be happy for me. I finally was able to be-"
"To be what Steve?!" Sam said. His voice deadly like any word would kill Steve. "To be happy? So you weren't happy here? Not with us? Not with your son!? Because that's what he's seeing."
"I thought he'd be able to take care of himself. That he didn't need me anymore." Steve said. His voice shaky, tears threatening to spill out. "I thought he'd be okay with me going."
Sam laughed, but it was a dark...dry laugh. "Oh my god Steve. You really thought you son you've had your entire life...would be okay with you leaving to live a new life, with a new family, without him? Do you realize just how stupid that is?! Never mind Bucky..."
Steve went even confused at the mention of Bucky and Sam almost did one of the hardest facepalms of his life. "OH MY GOD STEVE! You REALLY think Bucky would be happy for you too? He's your bestfriend...the man you spent YEARS protecting and defending in this timeline. The man you defied governments to protect! And you left him too! He's just as hurt as M/n!"
Steve was about to speak again but Sam cut him off. "Let me ask...when you went back in time...did you ever rescue Bucky from Hydra? Did you stop him from killing Tony's parents? Or did you just sit by and have a happy life while your bestfriend and son suffered? Cause if you did you REALLY don't deserve to be Captain America anymore."
That stung Steve the most.
“Well? What did you do?” Sam’s voice was lower. It honestly scared Steve. “Did you sit on your hands through everything?”
Steve’s silence was all Sam needed. He sighed and shook his head.
“What do I do Sam? How do I fix this?” Steve asks, head down.
“I don’t know Steve. And I honestly don’t think you can.” Sam puts his hands in his pockets and stares out over the lake before walking away and leaving Steve alone.
While Sam was dealing with Steve, Bucky had followed after M/n. They were still at the Stark's cabin and M/n had a guest room. Bucky went to M/n's door and before he knocked listened in. He could hear the sound of muffled cries inside and took a breath. This wasn't going to be easy, for either of them. He knocked and didn't hear anything.
"M/n...can I talk with you kiddo?"
When there was no answer he opened the door and went in. There sitting on the bed was M/n. He was an absolute mess. His face was red with tears running down his face. The sound of small hiccups only proved just how upset he was. Bucky slowly walked over and sat down next to him. He began rubbing the boys back before quietly talking.
"It's not your fault M/n. What he did isn't your fault."
"H-he didn't love me Bucky. I-if he d-did...he'd never have left us."
Bucky loved Steve...but he wanted to punch the bag of bones out there for what he had done to M/n. Bucky wasn't sure what he could say. If he said Steve loved him it would have been a lie, both of them knew it. But then M/n spoke up again. This time his voice was a bit clearer.
"Bucky...if he went back to live a happy life...do you think-"
Bucky knew what M/n was asking. "That he left me with Hydra?" Bucky wanted to say no. That Steve would have went after him to save him. But look at what Steve had done to his own son. Bucky didn't say anything as he felt his own tears fall and M/n quickly hugged him tight.
The two of them sat there, consoling the other. Bucky’s heart hurt the more he thought about it.
Steve had left them both in the present. Was it selfish to think like that? Sure but Bucky didn’t care.
Were we not enough for him? Bucky found himself asking.
Eventually Sam came to find them. He stood in the doorway and watched as Bucky and M/n clung onto each other. Both of them crying into the other's shoulder. He saw how both were holding on like if they let go they'd lose each other too.
Sam wanted to comfort them. To show his support, but he backed out and decided to wait for them downstairs. He thought they needed some time together. He'll make sure they're okay when they're ready. But as he left the two by themselves, he felt his anger for Steve grow. As he took in the shield that Steve had given him...he knew he didn't want it. It didn't represent the man he respected anymore, just a man who gave it up to be a selfish dick.
As Sam had walked off, Steve couldn't get the words he said out of his head. He had royally fucked up. When he went back to be with Peggy, he was only thinking of how happy he could have been with her. He was so blinded by the past, he hadn't remembered the future he had coming with his son and best friend. Leaving them behind.
And of course, he hadn't even THOUGHT of saving Bucky from Hydra. He would be lying if he said he never thought of his best friend. He always KNEW where Bucky was and he could have saved him...but he didn't do a single thing. He let his best friend suffer years of torture and pain while he got to be happy. He abandoned the people he loved for an artificial life.
Sam was right. There wasn't a single thing he could do.
But maybe someone else could.
Steve was exhausted. He had been travelling around the timeline returning the stones to the exact spot where they had been taken from. The soul stone was...REALLY strange to return. Finally it was time to return the tesseract to the facility they had taken it from.
After reappearing and making sure the coast was clear, Steve had returned it rightfully back into it's case. With a sigh he smiled. All of the stones had been returned to their rightful timelines. Steve was ready to return home when he noticed someone walk by.
Steve realized then, he could do it. He could stay there with Peggy. He put the Pym Particles away and followed after Peggy. He followed her back to her office. Steve stopped in front of the door and breathed. He wasn't even thinking of what it could mean to do this. As he went to reach for the handle a voice stopped him.
"I wouldn't do that." He'd been caught. He turned to face the voice and expected an official or soldier. Instead he was greeted to the sight of an old man. But not just any old man. Him. "If you go through that door you'll be happy...for a little bit. But there will be so much pain."
Steve was so confused to say the least. "I don't understand...who-"
"I'm you. You know that." The old man said walking closer. "I did what you did. I walked through the door, got my dance. I was happy." Then old Steve's face fell. "But then I wasn't. I didn't think things through. I let my past blind my future...and I left my- our, son behind."
The old Steve shook his head. "I told myself that he and Bucky would be happy for me. That they'd want me to follow my heart. I was wrong. To them I abandoned them...and they were right. I left them behind without a second thought. I hurt them worse than I ever wanted to."
Steve could hear the shaking of his older self's voice. He could see the tears slipping down his cheeks. "I used the portal to drop me off here, I knew this was when you'd make the decision." He breathed in. "Don't make the same mistake I did. Don't go through that door." The old Steve walked forward and grabbed Steve's arm. "Go back to M/n and Bucky. Go home."
"But if I go back...it won't be them. It'll just be a new tread in the timeline." Steve was confused about the time travel...but he was pretty sure this is what Bruce was warning him about.
The old Steve shook his head. "No. It'll be them. You'll return to the regular timeline. I was the one to mess up the time flow. If you don't walk through that door and go back...you will fix the timeline."
Steve nodded before letting go of the handle. He pressed in the buttons for the portal and prepared for his journey. He gave the door to Peggy's office one final look before turning back to Old Steve. "Thank you."
The old Steve only chuckled. "Don't thank me. They'll probably be very mad and won't trust you for a while...I just hope it fixes it."
Steve nodded before pressing the button and returning to the regular timeline.
Bucky and M/n finally left the guest room and made their way out of the house. They had packed up and were ready to leave the place that only brought them pain. Walking down the stairs they were greeted by Sam and Bruce. Sam walked forward first. "I'm so sorry M/n, Bucky." He decided a hand on the shoulder was good enough for right now. A hug could come later if M/n wanted one.
Bruce was about to say something when they heard the sound. The portal was going. The last time the portal opened by itself Thanos and his army appeared. They didn't need that. All of them rushed outside ready for the worst but they watched as a single body rapidly grew from the portal and Steve stood there. A young Steve. Their Steve.
Bucky and Sam gave each other confused looks while M/n was already tearing up again. "D-dad?" Steve turned and saw his friends and son and immediately jumped down pulling M/n into a hug. "M/n! Oh I'm here. I came back."
To say everyone was confused was an understatement. M/n quickly pulled back and recoiled. He wanted to be happy to have his dad back...but he had abandoned him and Bucky. "I-I don't understand. How are you young again? If you think-"
Steve shook his head. "M/n. I was never old. I met the older me. I had returned the last stone and he approached me, warning me to come back. He said if I kept going I'd make a mistake."
"Isn't that an understatement." Sam mumbled gaining a look from Steve.
"GUYS!" Bruce called out making them all turn to him. "I'm reading the charts and suit readings...this Steve is OUR Steve. And the thing is...when you use the portal you still have to return through it."
"So what are you saying?" Bucky asked.
"That old Steve...he was never OUR Steve."
"Then...who's Steve was he?" Sam asked now even more confused.
M/n only groaned and shook his head. He quickly pulled his dad into a hug. That old Steve wasn't his dad, his dad was right here. He came back. He doesn't care about what could have been. (p3)
"I'm glad you came back."
Steve rubbed M/n's back. "Me too." He then looked at Bucky who still wasn't sure what to believe and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Till the end of the line right?"
Bucky smiled. "Till the end of the line."
Steve pulled Bucky into him and M/n and breathed in. He was glad he came back. He wasn't sure what that other life would have been like, but why would he abandon his family? He was home. (Fin happy ending)
After a little while, Bucky had left to let M/n have some more time on his own. As M/n began packing up his things he there was another knock on the door. Feeling like he was strong enough to talk to someone else and thinking it was Sam he went to answer the door.
It wasn't Sam.
It was his dad. No. It was Steve.
"M/n." That's all Steve said before going quiet for a bit. "Can we talk?"
M/n refused to look at Steve. He didn't want to see his dad old and dying. It would only break his heart even more than it already had been. "I'd rather not thank you very much." M/n wanted to close the door but Steve was standing right there in the door frame now.
"M/n-I'm so sorry. I didn't think things through. I thought you'd be happy for me. I thought-"
"Exactly. YOU thought. You thought you could abandon us, abandon ME, and you'd get off without any of the consequences. Well sorry to burst your bubble, but you have them now. I hope you enjoyed your time with them, because that's all the family you have left...if you even have that still."
“Please just get out dad...”
Steve sighed. He knew he walked into this.
“Okay...” With that the old man backed out the door and walked down the stairs in search of Bucky.
maybe things will go better with Buck...
Spoiler Alert: they wouldn’t.
Steve found Bucky packing like he had M/n.
“What do you want Steve? I’m kind of busy finding reasons to not punch you in your stupid face.”
Steve stopped hearing that. He hadn't expected Bucky to be so hostile. There had been times when him and Bucky had argued but...it was never like this. "Buck I-"
"You don't get to call me that anymore." Bucky quickly snapped out. He wasn't in the mood to see, let alone talk to Steve.
"I just...I wanted to apologize. I can see now that I've messed up big time." Steve said with a small voice.
Bucky laughed. It was cold, and it was dark. "Listen to you. You're trying to get sympathy for YOUR mistake. You just need to face the music Steve." Bucky went back to packing. Steve nodded and began to walk away. He clearly wasn't getting anywhere. "Just tell me..." Steve stopped to listen to what Bucky was going to ask. "Did you at least save THAT me?"
The silence from Steve was all the answer Bucky needed and already the tears were running again. "Bucky I-"
That was it. That was a final right there. Both Steve and Bucky knew it. Everything they had, Everything they had been through...was over. The end of the line finally came. Steve nodded, his own tears threatening to build in his eyes. "Goodbye James. I'll see you around." With that, Steve turned and left.
M/n had finally finished packing what little he had.
Now where do I go from here? He thinks to himself.
There’s a knock in the door.
“Hey kid.” Bucky starts, walking in the room. “All packed?”
“Hey Uncle Bucky... and yeah I am. Not too sure where to head to though.”
“Come with me?”
“Come live with me. I have a place that’s big enough for two people. And I could really use this bratty little kid I used to babysit to keep me company.”
M/n laughed. "Well...who else is going to keep his one armed, bi disaster of an uncle in line?" M/n said with a smirk.
"HEY!" Bucky couldn't help laughing and rubbing his nephew's hair. "But seriously. I'd really like it if you moved in with me."
M/n smiled and hugged Bucky. "Of course. You're my family. I'm not abandoning you."
Bucky hugged him back, giving him a warm squeeze before backing out and grabbing M/n's bag. "Alright. Shall we be off then?"
"Off on a new adventure!"
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In This Life and the Next - Masterlist
They remember, but you forget. You can run from the ties that bind, but it'll be right into their arms.
In which Helmut Zemo, Steve Rogers, and Bucky Barnes chase after the one thing they have in common — the love they have and lose, over and over again, in every life. You.
A soulmate AU for the three of them, flowing and twisting through the threads of space, time, and multiverses. They have traveled through a thousand lifetimes to find and lose you in each and every one of them but this time they’re together and this time they will not lose.
Warnings: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT; Rape/Non-Con Elements; Deeply, Deeply Dark; Character Death Involved; Dubious Consent; Dark!Steve; Dark!Bucky; Dark!Zemo; Political/Mafia Elements; Obsessive/Manipulative Lovers; Workplace Sexual Harassment/Assault; Political Corruption; Pleasepleaseplease read at your own discretion.
This content is 18+ only, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS BLOG
Chapter 1 — It Was Asleep in the Veins
Chapter 2 — May it not Become the Evil Eye
(Pictures not by me, found… trawling Pinterest and Google. Collage made by me.)
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