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imaginedreamwrite · 7 hours ago
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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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just-iimagine · a day ago
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Breathe
Stucky x reader
Word count: 1k
Note: I swear to god, tiktok is the place for ideas 😂 if anyone has any ideas or requests, please send them in!!
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The night after the boys came back from a mission was the best. While they did their best to message or call throughout the mission, it wasn't the same as actually being with them. So as soon as they walk through the door to your shared floor in the building, no matter how sweaty, dirty or tired they were.
They were greeted by you with a crushing hug each and a heated kiss. The promises of their favourite dinner being made so that they could shower, clean up and relax. They'd fill you in on all you missed and you would do that same. Playing footsie under the table want them, wanting them as close as possible.
After dinner came the sex. Lots and lots of sex, multiple positions, multiple orgasms until you were all spent. Exhausted as you all lay on the bed, legs and arms entangled as they cuddled you between them.
"I missed you both" you whispered, squeezing one of their hands each. Closing your eyes as they each kissed your head. "No more missions for a while, doll" Bucky promised softly. "You're stuck with us for at least two weeks, sweetheart" Steve chuckled. The pair quickly joining in, in sleep. Wanting nothing more than at least 12 hours of sleep.
Before sleeping, no one opened a window. Leading to the bedroom getting stuffy and hot as the night went on. Especially with the super soldiers in the bed with you, radiating heat off them.
It became too much for Steve around 3 am. Waking up, he sat up slightly with a tickle in his throat. He rubbed his chest lightly as he observed both his sleeping lovers. He had obviously been big spooning you, as you faced Bucky in your sleep. Head tucked nicely under his own as he held you.
Two sleeping angels as Steve felt the tickle in his throat get a bit worse. A cough leaving his mouth. First a small one, but soon the coughs got bad enough that he swung his legs out of bed. Resting his feet on the ground as he coughed, hoping he wouldn't wake you both.
But of course, Bucky's trained ears heard Steve. He always heard when one of you were in trouble. Causing him to wake, blinking a bit before he moved quickly out of the bed and around to Steve. Once in front of Steve, he began whispering that it would be ok to him. Panic in his voice.
The sudden loss of warmth caused you to wake too. Rolling over to see Bucky on his knees in front of Steve. Steve coughing which was obviously causing Bucky to worry. Clearly written on Bucky's face. Bucky was still telling Steve to breathe, that it would be ok but something was clearly caught up in Steve's throat.
And it wasn't the time to make a joke about it being Bucky's cock.
Sitting beside Steve, you rubbed his lower back to help him cough and clear his airways. "Bucky" you called, watching his eyes shift to you from Steve. "Go get Stevie a glass of water," you tell him. Bucky shook his head slightly. Not wanting to leave Steve. "It will help. I promise" you urged him. "I'm fine" Steve managed to choke out between coughs. Trying to calm Bucky as he left for the water.
You left Steve briefly too, opening a window in the bedroom to let in some of the cool night air. Returning to Steve as his cough began to disappear. The water aiding him as Bucky handed it to him. Standing there then, looking down on his boyfriend with fear in his eyes. As if Steve was dying. "Bucky" you whispered, standing to comfort him. "Calm down, Steve is ok" you took his face in your hands, thumbs rubbing over his cheeks slightly.
"I'm ok, Buck," Steve said, voice returning to normal now as he stood too. You stepped out of the way ever so slightly, allowing Steve to pull his boyfriend into a bone-crushing hug. You rubbed Bucky's back as he let out a few shaky breaths. "Come on, let's go back to bed" you whispered to them both. Pulling their arms ever so slightly.
This time you took Bucky's spot, letting Bucky lie in between his two lovers. Leaning into Steve's chest as you hugged him from behind. Kissing his shoulder softly as your eyes met Steve's. It was scary to see Bucky like this. So shaken. Sometimes he was like this after a nightmare or a rough mission. But Steve was coughing? So why did he panic so much?
"When I had asthma, back before the war" Steve began to explain quietly. Sensing your confusion as he watched you in the darkened room. "I used to get coughing fits, one time. Just before the war, I nearly died. From the asthma attack. From coughing again and again. Bucky was there and it freaked him out" he sighed and kissed Bucky's head.
"That's an understatement" Bucky muttered. Finally calming down, his heart rate returning to normal as he listened to Steve's. The reassurance there that his boyfriend was ok, safe and sound in bed with him and with you. "He doesn't have asthma anymore" you pointed out to Bucky. Hating that it was so obvious.
"Still doesn't stop the memories. Seeing him turn blue. Nearly dying. Back then, hospitals weren't as advanced. Asthma was so scary. People died regularly because of it" Bucky explained. Gripping Steve a little tighter.
It was a funny thought in an ironic way, a trained assassin worrying over Captain America having a coughing fit. But it wasn't funny at the same time. His worry was real and genuine and therefore he needed you both. Kissing his neck you held him a bit tighter. Resting against him, squeezing him with Steve.
Both of you waited for him to fall asleep before even considering sleeping yourselves. Sharing a look with Steve, a reassuring one with a nod as you both settled into sleep. Snuggling into Bucky as you did.
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evanslove3000 · a day ago
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Love is in the air
Meeting Manchurian candidate
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"2016
Bucky's pov
Me, steve and sam were going to see Tony stark for help.
"You know Howard stark right"steve asked.what kind question is that ,he was the one who promise us a flying car and the man i kiled .
"Yeah" "Tony had a daughter, she was an agent of shield and an avenger , you met her she was with us on that time . " why are we meeting her." she can help us ." "what about her father ""she usualy dosent hear what her father says".sam says
AVENGERS COMPOUND AFTER CIVIL WAR
y/n's pov
"Agent y/n , didnt know you were going to be in today , and by the looks of it ,you probably didnt know either "the captain says ."well, its not the highlight of my day but tony is paying for my wifi,so .
"hey buttercup , do you need cofee "a familisar face is coming .
" birdman , i miss you too"
steve gives you the file while looking at you . "hey whatabout the restaurants downtown at 7" "great idea " . someone clears their throat .
James Buchanan Ba
" barnes , i know . ex -hydra assassin , he is a ghost story , i know steve ."
''just take me to him''
in the room
''Mr Barnes ''
my name is bucky
hi , bucky i am y/n .
stark
yeah unfortunately .
"dont come closer . i am your enemy . i should be restrainted and in cyro ."
if you are an enemy you would have attacked me right this second so that means you remember me. you are no longer the winter soldier , everyone is going to help you . me , steve , sam , nat and the avengers .dont be panic . i have no grudge against you .you dont have any choice . its alright .
''you are different "
love started to bloom
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tuiccim · a day ago
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Terrigenisis (Part 18)
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Pairing: Stucky x Inhuman!Reader
Word Count: 1350
Summary: After undergoing terrigenisis unwillingly your life is turned upside down when you are deemed too dangerous to return to life as a civilian. You are put with the Avengers team to train and rebuild. As you hone your powers and skills, you must also decide if you can find home and love again. Or is your curse to be a lonely wanderer forever?
Warnings: Fluff, Smut (NSFW 18+)
Dividers by @fireflygraphics
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A successful mission complete, Steve, Bucky, and Sam are heading home. Steve stands at the back of the quinjet staring out of a window without really seeing anything. 
“I can see the wheels turning.” Bucky quips as he comes to stand beside him. “Mission or something else?”
“Peggy,” Steve says quietly. 
Bucky lowers his head, unsure how to feel when he brings her up. 
“She wasn’t my first love, Bucky. I know that’s what you think,” Steve says. 
“I don’t remember there being anyone before her. Who was it?” Bucky grins. 
“You.” Steve smiles into Bucky’s eyes. 
“Steve, you don’t have to say that.” 
“It’s the truth, Buck. I was always in love with you. I need you to know that. Always.” 
“I was, too.” Bucky smiles as he leans to kiss him. 
Steve returns the kiss and then gazes through the window again, “I loved Peggy. I did.”
“I know you did, Steve. She loved you, too.” Bucky reassures him. 
“She was brave and smart. Moral, beautiful, fearless. I would have married her, had kids, had a life with her and I would have been happy if I hadn’t gone in the ice.”
“Okay?” Bucky furrows his brow.
“But I think I went into the ice for a reason… I realized that while I loved Peggy, we weren’t meant to end up together. I’m not comparing them. They’re both their own person.”
“You mean Peggy and Y/N,” Bucky clarifies.
“I loved Peggy. I still love her. She was an incredible person. But I was wrong about her.” Steve looks at Bucky.
“What?”
“She wasn’t my first love like you thought or the love of my life like I thought. You were my first love and I realize now that you and Y/N are the loves of my life. I almost ruined everything. I’m so sorry. But I know, I know now. I want this forever. Us, The three of us. If you’ll both still have me.”
Bucky looks into Steve’s eyes tenderly. His hand comes up to caress Steve’s face, “I’m with you til the end of the line. Always and forever.” 
“Now I just hope she will.” Steve sighs. 
“Only one way to know for sure.” Bucky says. 
“I want to get married. To you. To both of you. Marry me?” Steve holds his breath. 
Bucky grins widely, “Yes. And yes let’s ask her.” 
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A few hours later, you’re surprised when Steve walks into your bedroom. 
“Hey Love. What are you doing back? Where’s Buck-,” your words are cut of as Steve advances on you, lifts you against the wall, and kisses you fiercely. When he lets up enough to let you breathe, you stare at him. 
“Sorry. Mission went faster than expected. Bucky and Sam are handling the hand off. I needed to see you.”
“Why?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, Stevie.” You say, feeling confused. 
“No, I mean, what I’m trying to say… You’re the love of my life. You and Bucky. I realized something. Why I was so angry with you before. It was fear and anger with myself and denial. I love you and I’m so sorry,” Steve presses his forehead to yours, “I want… I need you to know that. I need you to understand that you and Bucky are everything to me. I love you. I think you’re the reason Bucky and I survived. We were meant to find you. I love you so much. I’ll do anything to make up for-”
“Steve!” you cut off his torrent of words, “I love you, too. I feel the same for you and Bucky. I’m home when I’m with you. I forgive you. I’m with you until the end of the line. You’re my home. You and Bucky,” you kiss Steve with the same desperation he had kissed you with. A need for you to cement your words into understanding. When you pull away, you smile with tears on your face, “Stevie?”
“Yeah, doll?”
“Make love to me.” 
“You’re… you’re sure?” Steve looks at you wide-eyed. 
“Please, Stevie, I need you,” you whisper. 
Clothes are discarded as Steve backs you to the bed. Your lips barely part as you caress each others’ bodies, stoking the fire that burns inside for each other. When your legs with the edge of the bed, you sit down and scoot back. Steve follows you down and seals your mouth with his. You moan into the intense kiss as his cock nudges at you. 
“Doll?” Steve asks. 
You answer immediately understanding the statement and question laced in the endearment, “Yes. Need you.”
Steve presses in and your body gives in to him willingly. His thick length spears you open and you throw back your head as the sensation overwhelms you. When he’s fully seated inside you, he presses his forehead to yours, “Fuck. Could come right now, sweetheart. Missed feeling you around me. Missed you.”
“I missed you, too, Stevie. I love you,” you moan. 
Steve starts with slow strokes and with each one he moans, “Love you.” until the words become an incoherent chant as he speeds up. His hips grinding against you with each thrust. It isn’t long until the coil n you tightens and you know Steve is close after his penance of non-touch. 
“Steve, oh God, I’m coming.” The spasms overpower you as Steve works you through your orgasm, feeling every clench until he finally allows his own orgasm to overtake him. He thrusts languidly into you as he works through the aftershocks. 
“I love you so much.” He whispers again.
“I love you, too.” You gasp as his hips continue to thrust. He still feels incredibly hard inside of you. 
Steve surprises you when he pulls out, slips you onto your stomach and enters you again from behind. He stretched over you and holds your hands in his over your head. He rolls his hips slowly bringing himself in and out of you at a new angle that hits against your g spot perfectly. The slow pace is good at first but you find yourself wanting more. 
“Steve?”
“Yeah, baby? You okay?” Steve whispers  in your ear.
“I need you. More,” you whimper. 
“What do you need?”
“Fuck me, baby. Hard. I need to feel it.” 
“Fuck, doll. You always know how to drive me crazy,” Steve pulls out and slams back into you. His strength and pace push you into the mattress with each stroke. His hips slapping against your ass obscenely as he does. 
“Fuck! Yes! Give me all of it, baby,” you cry. 
Steve fucks you like a piston. You know you’ll be a bit sore later but for now the sensations he is evoking are overpowering every sense. The pleasure building borders on pain from his near brutal thrusts. Filthy words fall from his mouth as he praises you. Your body tightens and you’re practically drooling feeling his cock hitting you so deep. You begin to tremble and with a long moan you come all over Steve’s cock for a second time. Steve lets out a hoarse cry as he reaches his end.  
He rolls you both to your sides still inside of you. Once your breathing slows, Steve hugs you tightly against him and asks, “Can we stay like this for a little while? I just want to be close to you right now.”
“As long as you like, baby.”
“Now we just need Bucky to get back.” 
“How long will it take for the hand off?” you ask.
“Not long. They’ll be back tonight.”
“Mmm, good. Tony’s party is tomorrow night. I’m glad you’ll both be here for it. Sam’s supposed to bring his girlfriend. I haven’t met her yet.”
“Neither have I,” Steve says sleepily. After a few minutes, you thought he had drifted off to sleep when you feel a kiss pressed to your shoulder and softly spoken words in you ear, “I love you.” 
You grin, “I love you. Always.” 
Steve’s breathing evens out after a few minutes and, following his lead, you drift off to sleep, too. Safe at home. 
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amyverse · 2 days ago
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It’s Christmas Time in the City (Chapter 3: Take a Cup of Kindness)
Pairing: Steve x Bucky x Reader
Warnings: None
Length: 6k
Summary: The last of the holiday season with the boys and your family.
Author’s Note: Hey y'all! Long time no see! I'm in the last few weeks of my master's program and have been having a really hard time personally. Thank you for your patience, and thank you for reading. Thank you if you choose to like, reblog, or comment. I'm excited to keep sharing this story with you.
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Thank you again for being here. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I hope you have a wonderful weekend. Much love!
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When you woke up the next morning, both of your boyfriends were in bed beside you; a rare occurrence. Normally, Steve got up long before you. Most days he had gone for a run, showered, and made himself a pot of coffee before you had even opened your eyes. Bucky usually got up before you, too. You often woke up to the smell and sound of him making breakfast. But today you were all together. Steve was spooning you. He kissed your shoulder blade.
“G’morning,” he murmured against your skin.
“Morning,” you replied. You looked at Bucky. He was smiling up at the ceiling. “Penny for your thoughts?”
Bucky turned to you. “Just thinking about our farmhouse,” he said. “In the fall, we can have a pumpkin patch and an apple orchard and hay rides!”
“And a creepy haunted maze?” Steve asked.
“The creepiest,” Bucky laughed.
“Can we have a pumpkin cannon?” Steve asked.
“Yep. And a pumpkin catapult.”
“In the winter we should have sleigh rides!” you said.
“I was also planning on making custom wreaths.”
“This is going to be quite the operation,” you said.
“Yeah, well, I’m hoping the whole family will pitch in. Even when the kids are little—”
He was interrupted by a knock at the front door. You wondered who it could be. It was still pretty early. Someone yelled your name through the door. Their voice sounded a lot like your aunt’s. You all got up. Steve was wearing one of Bucky’s sweatshirts and a pair of boxers, as were you. Bucky was just wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants. More knocking, louder this time. Steve threw on a pair of pajama pants. He grabbed a t-shirt from his drawer and tossed it towards Bucky, who pulled it on as you started making your way towards the door.
Bucky tugged at the hem of the shirt. “Steve, why are all your shirts so goddam tight?” he hissed.
“Hey,” Steve whispered back, “you like it when I wear tight shirts.”
“Can we talk about this later?” you asked as you finally reached the door and opened it.
“Amy!” your aunt said. “Finally I found you! I went to Liv’s room first and was surprised that you weren’t there.”
You chose to ignore that last bit. “What do you need?”
“Family breakfast! Downstairs! Now! Let’s go!” She waved you out of the apartment.
“Hold on a minute, let me brush my teeth.”
“Alright. It’ll give me an opportunity to snoop around. Whose apartment is this?”
“Mine,” Steve said.
“I see. There’s a lot of art in here.” She crossed the room to look at the mural and then the paintings from your painting date: The Calm After the Storm, Where the Stars Meet the Sea, and Joy in Motion. “Wait a minute…” she said upon closer inspection of that last one.
“Steve painted it,” you explained.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Isn’t it?” you said.
“You’ve got real talent, Steve,” she said.
He smiled bashfully. “Thanks.”
She kept looking around while you three brushed your teeth and splashed water on your faces.
“Alright. Breakfast time?”
You went downstairs to one of the apartments your family was staying in. It looked like Steve’s apartment had looked when you met him. You were glad that Steve’s place had a lot more of his personality now. Your family greeted the three of you warmly and you helped yourselves to a homemade breakfast. You were glad to see Liv there. You sat with her so you could start getting all the details on her date with Liam last night. That left Steve to get peppered with questions about art by your aunt and Bucky to try to eat his plate of food with both Kaia and Ty in his lap.
“Alright, you have to tell me every single detail about last night,” you said.
She told you everything: how she had almost slipped once while skating, but he offered her his arm; how his hand had brushed hers when they both went for the hot chocolate; and how, at the very end of the night, as she was turning to go back into the Tower, he called her name. When she turned around, he rushed forward and cupped her face in his hands. She could barely let out a surprised exhale before his lips were on hers, clumsy at first, but then finding a rhythm.
You gasped loudly when it got to the kiss, and judging by the way Bucky and Steve both cheered, they had been listening in. Liv looked at them in alarm. You could practically feel the heat waves radiating off of her face. You had talked to them before about not using their heightened senses to eavesdrop, but obviously they needed a refresher.
“They are so nosy, I swear,” you said pointedly. “Ignore them. Give me more.”
“There’s nothing more to tell. We kissed and then he ran off down the sidew—”
“He ran away?”
“He didn’t run away, he just, sort of...he said a quick goodbye and then left. And I came back here. I tried to call you.”
“Sorry. I must’ve still been out. But seriously Liv, this is so exciting! Where do you think you’ll go from here?”
She was beaming as she took a sip of her coffee. She shrugged, still grinning. “I don’t know.”
“Wow. Yesterday really was the best Christmas ever.”
Liv nodded in agreement. You got up to put your plate in the sink. Bucky had extricated himself from the kids and was pouring himself another cup of coffee and nervously fidgeting with Steve’s shirt.
You wrapped an arm around his waist and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Relax. You look hot.”
“I don’t wanna look hot,” he whispered back. “I want to look presentable and respectable and—”
“Everyone here is in pajamas. It’s family breakfast, not a job interview.”
He sighed.
“If, at the end of their visit, they don’t love you as much as I do, I will personally punch every member of my family in the face.”
He indulged you with a chuckle.
“Even my grandmother,” you added.
He started laughing in earnest.
“You shouldn’t say stuff like that,” he said when he finally stopped laughing.
“That’s how confident I am that they will fall in love with you,” you said, kissing him on the cheek. “And that’s how angry I would be if they didn’t.”
He chuckled softly.
“Can I ask you a question?” you said.
“‘Course.”
“Do you think your family would’ve liked me?”
He looked at you. “Are you kidding? They would’ve loved you! You and Becca would’ve been the best of friends.”
“You think?”
It was his turn to kiss you on the cheek. “I know.”
You bumped your hip against his leg. “I love you.”
He bumped his hip against your side. “I know.”
While you enjoyed a second cinnamon roll and gossiped with Whitney and Tameka, your boyfriends helped Kaia set up the model train set Tony had got her for Christmas. They were helping her design her cars and build the tracks. Meka told you that she had tried to text you this morning to warn you about her mother going to find you. Apparently, your aunt wanted to investigate whether or not your grandmother was telling the truth about your “sleepovers”.
“And what? She was trying to catch us playing house or something?”
“You know she’s just nosy.”
You laughed. “You’re right.”
“Just between us,” Whitney whispered conspiratorially, “tell me everything. Starting with the sex.”
“Whit! You not getting any these days?”
“With that little cockblock?” She nodded in the direction of her daughter. “Nope.”
You and Meka laughed.
“C’mon, lemme live vicariously,” she pleaded.
You glanced up and made sure your boyfriends were fully preoccupied with getting the trains to go around the track.
“So?” Meka prompted. “You went from the Virgin Amy to superhero threesomes overnight. Spill.”
“You’re curious too?”
“Of course!”
“I can tell you all the details later, but suffice it to say that I am probably ruined for other men.”
“You’ve never even been with other men,” Meka said.
“I don’t need to.”
“You’re telling me that in your wildest dreams you can’t imagine anything better?” Whit asked.
“Pretty much.”
“Damn. Are there any other supersoldiers hanging around here?” Whit asked. You laughed.
“Seriously, though,” Meka said.
“No more supersoldiers. But there are lots of other cute heroes here. Anyone catch y’alls eye yesterday? We can watch Kaia tonight if you need us to,” you said suggestively.
Whit laughed. “Thanks, but I don’t think I could do that fucking superheroes shit.”
You looked at her curiously.
“What? You’re never afraid of being thrust through a wall or something?” Meka started cackling. “In a heat of passion?” You shook your head as you started laughing. “Seriously, the super strength. I like it rough, but not that rough, you know.” You just looked at her and shrugged. She gasped. “No! Not you, Amy.”
“I’ve never been thrust through a wall or anything, but I see their super strength as an advantage, not a hazard.”
“Two at once, too? Girl...”
You just tried not to smile too hard.
“Originally I wasn’t going to invite any of you, but Tony’s having a New Year’s Eve party. I think you two should come.”
“Wait, why weren’t you gonna invite me?” Meka asked.
“Or me!” Whit said. “I know I have a kid, but I still like to have fun!”
“I wasn’t sure how you’d react. If the conversation we just had shocked you, I don’t know what you’ll do when you see the three of us drunk on the dancefloor.”
“Oh, now I have to see that!” Meka said.
...
Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Bucky had started talking to your grandmother and Kaia was tugging on Steve’s sleeve to get his attention.
“I saw you kissing Amy,” she whispered.
“You did?”
“Yeah. Are you married?”
“Um, no. Not yet.”
“I heard kissing is where babies come from. Are you two gonna have a baby?”
“One day.”
“But you kissed.”
“Yeah, well, that won’t get you pregnant.”
“Then what will?”
“Oh. Uh...I don’t know. It’s a special kind of kissing. They teach you when you get married.”
“When are you getting married?”
“I don’t know. When do you think we should get married?”
“Tomorrow!”
Steve laughed. “That’s a little short notice. Amy won’t even have time to get a dress!”
Kaia thought it over. “Hmm. You’re right. How about next week?”
“Only problem is that you’ll already be back home by then. And we can’t get married without our flower girl!”
“I get to be the flower girl?!”
“Only if you want to.”
“What are you waiting for? Get married today! Amy has lots of pretty dresses to wear.”
“Yeah, but Amy deserves a really, really special wedding, don’t you think? The kind that takes a while to plan.”
“Alright,” Kaia grumbled. “But don’t take too long. I’m not getting any younger, you know.”
Steve nodded solemnly. “We’ll get married soon.”
“Promise?” she asked, sticking out her pinky.
Steve linked pinkies with her. “Promise.”
You were too busy talking to Whitney and Tameka to notice him looking at you. What you did notice was Kaia running up to you and tapping you on the leg.
“What’s up?” you asked.
“Steve said he’s going to marry you.”
“He did?” He made eye contact with you and shrugged with a smile. You smiled back.
“Yeah! Are you gonna marry him?”
“Mm-hmm. I’m going to marry him and Bucky.”
Her mouth fell open with shock. “You’re gonna have two husbands?! Is that allowed?” She looked at her mom, who just shrugged.
You laughed. “Depends on who you ask, I guess.” According to the U.S. government, the answer is no.
She whispered the next question. “Do you kiss both of them?”
You nodded. She giggled.
“Does your mommy know?”
“Yeah.”
She called your mom over.
“Yes, baby?” your mom asked her.
“Did you know that Amy is gonna have two husbands?”
She looked at you for a moment. “Yeah...” she said finally.
“Did you know that they”—she looked around before lowering her voice—“kiss?”
Your mother laughed. “I did.”
“Well they’re getting married any day now and I get to be the flower girl!” Kaia, satisfied, ran off to play, leaving you with your mother.
“So, you’re talking about marriage?” She was so bad at faking nonchalance. “It’s a little early for that, isn’t it?”
“I mean, we’ve talked about it, but I wouldn’t say it’s ‘any day now’.”
“Are you living here? With them?”
“No. I live with Olivia May Bowman. In our apartment. The one that you helped move me into.”
“Don’t get cute. When your aunt went to invite Steve to breakfast, all three of you were there.”
“Well, I’m staying here for the holidays, in part because my family is staying here,” you gestured at her. “And no one told her to go to Steve’s. You could’ve texted.”
“You weren’t answering your phone.”
“We were just waking up when she came. Hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet.”
“Hmm.”
“What?”
“It’s just...When you told me you were dating, I guess I didn’t think about what that really meant. When you were over for Thanksgiving you three acted a lot less couple-y. You acted like friends, even after we found out. So the idea of you having two husbands is going to take some getting used to.”
“Well, like I said, you’ll probably have a minute to get used to the idea.”
“But you really think you’re gonna marry them?”
“That’s the plan.”
“They’ve said they want to marry you?”
“Yes.”
“Children?”
“They want kids, but with their jobs...”
“What about their jobs means you can’t have kids? Tony has a daughter and they seem fine.”
“Yeah, but they’re worried about safety. Even though they plan to be retired by the time we have children, they still worry.”
“You’ve always wanted kids, Amy. Is that something you’re willing to compromise on?”
You sighed. “I don’t know. I love them and I can’t imagine my life without them, but I do want children. I know they want kids too. If only it were that simple.”
“Isn’t it? As long as they’re retired by then, right?”
“They’re worried about someone targeting our child because of their identities. That won’t necessarily go away when they retire.”
“Is that a serious concern?”
“It’s always a concern for people who are close to the Avengers.”
“Including you?”
“...Yeah...” you answered reluctantly.
“Is dating them putting you in danger?”
You didn’t want to lie to your mom, but you also didn’t want to alarm her. “They’re very protective,” you answered slowly. “They worry a lot about my safety. They’ve taken a lot of security measures to make sure I’m safe.”
“Like what?”
“24/7 someone is watching over me. There's an agent at my work and another one that follows me everywhere. My building has a doorman now and my apartment has this new fancy security system. I’m safe.”
“Is all that necessary? Are you really in that much danger?”
“Abundance of caution,” you lied. “You’ve surely seen by now how much they take care of me.”
She smiled. “I’ve noticed that. Earlier, Steve got you a blanket before you even realized you were cold. And Bucky got you another cinnamon roll because he knew you’d want one. They look out for you. It makes me feel a lot better about you living here in New York. I’m glad you’ve got good people looking after you.”
You smiled. “Me too.”
After breakfast, everyone got ready for the day. Liv decided to stay back at the Tower, but the boys came with you and your family to see the city. You hadn’t actually gotten around to doing all the touristy things since you had moved here, so it was actually pretty fun. And Bucky was a lot more relaxed once he had changed into a shirt of his own. He was even cracking jokes with your uncle.
By the time you were lighting the Umoja candle that night, you felt like you had achieved some sense of unity among the people you loved most. The lighting of the candles actually reminded you a lot of your Hanukkah celebration. No matter what holiday you were celebrating—Hanukkah, Christmas, or Kwanzaa—you were celebrating with your boys. All the subsequent days of your family’s visit showed you how well these soldiers from the 40s fit into your family.
...
New Year’s was their last day in town, and while it was bittersweet, the mood amongst your family was light and joyous. Your mom and aunt had decided to take over the huge kitchen in the common area for their meal prep, with Steve and Bucky adamant about being sous chefs. Sam’s mother and grandmother helped out too. You were still recovering from the prior night’s festivities, so you were content to prop your feet up on the couch and drink water. Your boyfriends checked on you so often that you felt like you were telling them, “I’m fine,” every five seconds.
Even though you were used to waiting until the afternoon to eat, Steve kept asking if you were hungry. You told him that you could wait, but a few minutes later he was placing a charcuterie board on the table in front of you. With a quick kiss on the cheek, he was gone. You looked at him, already back in the kitchen helping, and he winked at you. You grinned at him.
“If you’re done making eyes at my granddaughter, can you help me with this pot of greens?” Grandma Billie huffed good-naturedly.
Steve blushed and nodded, “Yes ma’am,” before getting back to work.
You giggled to yourself as you popped a grape into your mouth. You turned away from the kitchen and turned your attention back to your book. You’d been having so much fun seeing the city with your family that you hadn’t made much progress in Liv’s book, which she reminded you of every day. But could she really blame you? For wanting to be completely present when Bucky offered your grandmother his arm on an uneven sidewalk and they got to talking about her garden and how he just had to come back to Atlanta to see it? Or putting your book down when Kaia insisted on rehearsing her flower girl routine? Bucky provided her with a basket of rose petals and she gave you, Steve, and Bucky several options for how she could perform her flower girl duties at your wedding. She tried one with lots of spins that made her dizzy, she tried walking backward and tossing the petals over her shoulder, she did some clumsy cartwheels, but you all agreed that skipping while tossing the petals over her head was the best.
So it was only now that you were getting into your book, and it was good. You spread some brie and fig jam on a cracker and popped it into your mouth. You turned the page. You didn’t even notice Anna until she plopped down on the couch next to you and helped herself to a handful of almonds and some dried apricots.
“You couldn’t wait to eat?” she asked.
You didn’t look up from the page. “Finish chewing. Then talk.”
You could feel her roll her eyes. “Fine. Happy?”
“Happier if you left me alone to read my book.” Your mouth twitched with a smile but you fought to retain a mask of indifference.
“I see you smiling!”
You finally laughed and she laughed too. “What do you want?” you asked.
She leaned forward and grabbed a piece of cheddar. She raised it in your direction and took a bite. “Came to check on the food.”
“You know we’ve got a few hours before we even get a whiff of cornbread.”
“Thankfully, my sister is so bougie that she made herself a cheese plate.”
You grabbed a slice of turkey. “I didn’t make this.”
“Ah, I forgot about your manservants.”
“Anna!” you scolded in a harsh whisper. Your eyes darted to the kitchen, where Bucky was dicing something but laughing, no doubt at Anna’s comment.
“Sorry, your boyfriends.”
You both laughed again. You shook your head and set down your book. I’ll come back for you, you patted it.
“It’s so weird to see you like this.”
“Like what?”
“So in love. You’re usually so much more buttoned-up. It’s nice to see you so relaxed and happy.”
“I was relaxed and happy before them.”
“Sure, but now you’re relaxed-er and happier.”
You smiled. “I guess.” You hadn’t really thought about how you changed when you were around them.
“Do you still believe in soul mates?”
“Hmm. I haven’t thought about it. I’d like to think that we’re meant to be. It just feels so right, you know? Maybe the three of us have been together in past lives. Maybe we’re fated. Maybe that’s how, against all odds, we all ended up in the same time and place.” You started to tear up just thinking about it.
“Wow. That is so...corny!”
You laughed with her. “One day, if you’re lucky, you’ll understand.”
“You sound like Gramma Lou. ‘Oh, one day you’ll understand, child!’”
“I hope that you will.”
Anna mimed barfing and left you alone. You picked back up your book, but now you were thinking about the soulmate thing. Had you known Steve and Bucky in past lives? Maybe, long ago and in a land far away, Princess Amy and Princes Grant and Buchanan had indeed ruled a kingdom together. It would certainly explain all the inspiration you’d had to write about their adventures. Initially, you and Steve had just planned on making a short picture book for Bucky’s birthday, but as you’d talked and the story started to come together, it was shaping up to be a chapter book.
Steve’s illustrations so far were absolutely gorgeous and always inspired new writing ideas in you. In turn, Steve would read a new chapter and immediately want to illustrate it. You couldn’t wait for Bucky to read it. You knew he’d love a tale of royalty, romance, dragons, witches, and curses. He’d probably read it all in one sitting. You loved watching his face when he got lost in a book. It was really the only time that you could watch him and he wouldn’t catch you. There was a child-like wonder, an innocence, in watching him race through the climax of the book, reading as fast as his supersoldier abilities would allow him. The fact that you would be perfectly happy to just watch Bucky read was evidence that you had it bad. But you found that you didn’t really mind.
You were just about to open your book again when Sam arrived with his sister and your cousins in tow. Sam went to the kitchen to help, but Sarah, Whit and Meka made a beeline to you. Sarah and Whit had hit it off on Christmas and the four of you’d had a lot of fun at the party last night. Meka plopped down on the couch next to you and Whit sat next to her. Sarah took the armchair next to the couch.
“You weren’t kidding about what the three of you are like at parties,” Meka said.
“Hey, I tried to warn you,” you said.
“Nothing could have prepared me for that!” Whit said. “Who knew you had such a wild side?”
“Keep your voice down,” you whispered, looking nervously towards your family in the kitchen. You had a good girl reputation to protect!
“Girl, you’ve got two boyfriends—I’m pretty sure everyone suspects that you’ve got a wild side,” Meka said.
“Well, you got me there.”
You all laughed.
“My brother warned me not to be influenced by you, Bucky, and Steve’s bad behavior,” Sarah laughed.
“Typical Sam,” you said loudly enough for him to hear, “a hater.”
“Hey!” he called from the kitchen. “Stop corrupting my baby sister!”
“Never!” you called back. “She’s going to be on the next season of Avengers Bachelorette.”
“Is that a thing?” Whit asked.
“Sign me up!” Meka said.
“Don’t look at me,” Sarah said. “Sam invited me to Avengers Christmas on the condition that I wouldn’t even look at any of his friends.”
“He’s your big brother. He’s contractually obligated to say that,” Whit said.
“And you, as the little sister, are contractually obligated to disobey,” Meka added.
The four of you laughed.
“Don’t think I didn’t see you talking to Wanda’s brother,” Whitney said. “What’s his name, again?”
“Pietro. He’s a total flirt. If there’s one guy you might wanna take your brother’s advice on, it’s him,” you said.
“Thanks for the heads-up, but he’s not really my type, if you know what I mean.”
You laughed. “Do you know what your brother calls me?”
“What?”
“White boy magnet.”
Sarah, Whit, and Meka cracked up.
“It’s true,” Meka gasped between laughs.
You rolled your eyes. “It’s not true,” you said in a quiet voice.
“You currently have two white boyfriends, how could it not be true?”
“Whatever,” you said. “As for y’alls prospects, you’ll have to come back for a party when the Wakandans are here.”
“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Meka said.
“There’s this one guy, M’Baku. I want to climb him like a tree.”
“Amy! You’re talking about marriage with your boyfriends. You can’t say you want to climb one of their friends like a tree!” Whitney said in a scandalized tone.
“I just happened to notice that he was attractive when I met him, that’s all.”
“That’s not what you said, though,” Sarah said. “You said you wanted to climb him like a tree.”
“Well, I thought I was doing a public service to the three single ladies in front of me by letting them know that there are lots of attractive Black heroes that Sarah’s not related to. That’s all.”
“Mm-hmm,” Whit said skeptically.
Sam called Sarah into the kitchen. She rolled her eyes but went to help. That left you to ask your cousins the question that had been on your mind for the past few minutes.
“Anna said that I’m different when I’m around Steve and Bucky. Do you think that’s true?”
Whitney thought about it for a moment. “You’re cheerier. And more...open?”
“At ease,” Meka said.
“That’s it! At ease.”
“Okay, y’all are beginning to make me think that I normally walk around all stoic with a resting bitch face.”
Meka laughed. “Nothing like that. It’s a subtle change. But I see how well they take care of you. It’s normal to feel a little bit more relaxed when you don’t have to worry about as much stuff.”
Whit gestured at the charcuterie board. “For example, I bet you never get hangry anymore.”
Meka helped herself to some cheese and crackers. “This is revolutionary. Actually getting to eat something before the afternoon on New Year’s?! Steve and Bucky are officially my favorite family members.”
“Agreed,” Whit said as she grabbed some nuts and dried fruit.
Well, that’s two family members that I don’t have to punch. Progress.
While you were eating dinner, one of your uncles got up to make a toast. He thanked Tony and the rest of the Avengers for opening up their home to your family and he surprised everyone with a special thanks to Steve and Bucky:
“Y’know, I think Amy got so sick of us asking her when she was going to get a boyfriend that she got two just to shut us up.” Cue lots of laughter. “But you’re good guys, and while your arrangement isn’t typical, there’s a lot of love there. My niece is taken care of, and that’s what’s most important to me. I hope that you two can spend a lot more future holidays with our family.”
Everyone clapped at the conclusion of the speech. You could see Steve and Bucky trying to suppress their grins.
You leaned over and whispered in Bucky’s ear, “Thank God! I thought I was gonna have to knock out Grandma Billie!”
Bucky started giggling uncontrollably. “That really shouldn’t be funny.”
“Are we terrible people for laughing?”
“Probably.”
You were interrupted by your mother walking over to the three of you.
“Steve, Bucky, can I borrow you for a moment?” she asked.
Uh-oh. You watched helplessly as she took them a few steps away. Thankfully, they were still in eavesdropping range.
“I’ve been paying attention these past few days to how you two treat my daughter.”
Steve and Bucky exchanged glances and held their breath.
“I have to say,” she said slowly, prolonging their agony, “I think she’s in good hands.” She smiled.
Steve and Bucky sighed with relief. They matched her smile.
“It’s plain to see how much you two love her and how much the three of you love each other. I had my reservations about your, uh, non-conventional relationship structure, but I’m leaving here without any doubts that she will be well taken care of.”
“She will.”
“I know you’ve gotten your fair share of threats from us already, so I want to give you the official family welcome and stamp of approval.”
They grinned. She was surprised when Steve pulled her in for a big hug, but accepted it warmly.
Even you hadn’t expected her acceptance to be this explicit. Steve and Bucky must have really impressed her. Impressed everyone. You supposed you shouldn’t have been surprised.
After the meal, you said your goodbyes to your family and then they were off to the airport. Liv went back home to your apartment. Things quieted down at the Tower and you spent the rest of the day with the boys relaxing. They were on Cloud 9 after getting official approval from your family.
You would’ve loved nothing more than to stay the night with them, but you decided to go home because you had work the next day. They tried to convince you to call in sick, but you really didn’t want to take your new boss for granted. It got harder and harder to leave them every time. They offered to drive with you and drop you off, but you thought that might make it even harder to say goodbye. As you rode home, you rested your head against the cool window, relishing your first real moment alone in a while. It had been a magical holiday season.
When you got back to your place, you decided to get ready for bed and turn in early. You greeted Liv who was in the living room watching television and then went into your bedroom. You took off your coat, set down your bag, and kicked off your shoes. You set your new calendar on your bedside table. You’d put it up tomorrow. When you went to get ready for bed, you noticed that there was a huge red bow on the bathroom door.
What the…?
You slowly walked towards the door and opened it. You couldn’t believe what you saw.
“Oh my...What the...How…?”
“Welcome to your new bathroom,” FRIDAY said.
It was beautiful. Visually, it was your dream bathroom, and functionally it had all the things that made you love Bucky’s bathroom so much. “Your shower has multiple shower heads as well as water pressure and temperature controls, aromatherapy, and a speaker system. You also have heated marble floors, a towel warmer, dimmable lights, and a clawfoot tub with jets and temperature control.”
You had a new sink, counter, and cabinets, as well as a makeup station with a big mirror and lights and makeup organizers. It looked like something out of a magazine. It took you a while to realize that you didn’t see a toilet. There was a door at the other side of the bathroom, and you saw that the toilet was now housed in its own small room. You flushed it experimentally and found that it had the Tower’s same powerful whoosh. The first time you had used the bathroom at Steve’s, the sheer power of the flush had startled you. You had gotten used to it now, even preferred it.
You just couldn’t believe this was the bathroom you’d be coming home to every day. You walked back into the main bathroom and just stared. It hit you that this was the “something new” present that the boys had told you was waiting at your apartment.
When did they do this?
You felt like a trick was being played on your eyes because no way did your bathroom have this much room. You used to be able to touch the sink and the toilet from the shower. A shower that the three of you had tried and failed to all fit into at once. Now it looked like it might be bigger than your bedroom.
How is this physically possible?
You didn’t want to be ungrateful, but this place did not obey the laws of physics.
“FRIDAY, my bathroom looks bigger?”
“It is bigger.”
“How?”
“I’ve been told to say ‘magic’.”
You laughed. “Alright.”
Now you were wondering where all this extra space had come from and if this renovation had been authorized by your landlord, although you were sure your boyfriends had taken care of everything. According to the note on the mirror, they would also be taking care of your utility bill moving forward. You couldn’t believe this. You were going to call them as soon as you got the words, but you were just so stunned by every little detail. The color scheme was purple, white, and gold. It was feminine in a way that was still grown-up, and very you. You felt like this place could be your sanctuary. You wanted to live there.
When you picked your jaw up off the polished marble floor, you video called Steve and Bucky. They were both smiling when they picked up.
“I’m honestly speechless. I’ve been sitting here just staring at it for the past five minutes. It’s so beautiful. Thank you. It’s magical.”
“We hoped you’d like it.”
“I love it!”
“Liv helped us out. She loves her bathroom too.”
Your eyes went wide. They nodded. You ran out to the living room.
“Do you like your bathroom?” she asked excitedly.
“I love it! You got one too?”
She nodded and you ran excitedly to her room. Her bathroom was gorgeous, in the modern farmhouse style that she loved.
You went back to your room and flopped on the bed.
“I cannot believe you two. I’m going to feel so spoiled coming home to that amazing bathroom at the end of a long day, or using that vanity to get ready in the morning!”
“Glad you like it, baby,” Bucky smiled.
“You know what this means?”
“What?”
“This means that I don’t have to go to your place for the spa experience anymore,” you said. His smile faltered. “That means no more blowjobs.”
“What?!”
“Blowjobs gave me access to that shower. I don’t need it anymore. Therefore, no more blowjobs.”
“Not even one last one? As a thank you?”
You laughed. “Nope. You really didn’t think this one through, Barnes.”
“Damnit, Steve! I told you we were forgetting something!”
“Are tit jobs still on the table?” Steve asked. You laughed in surprise at his language. “You can work with that, right Bucky?” Bucky started laughing.
“Hmm,” you pretended to consider it. “I’ll have to think about it and get back to you. You’ll have an answer in 7-10 business days.”
“Oh, it’s like that now?”
“It’s like that. I’m a total spoiled princess now, and it’s all your fault.”
“Hear that, Stevie? We’ve finally got her nice and spoiled.”
“Was this your plan all along?”
“Of course!” Steve winked.
“Goodnight, Princess. I hope you have sweet dreams,” Bucky said.
“Oh, I will. I’ll be dreaming of my Princes.”
That night, visions of sugarplums and valiant princes danced in your head.
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The Auction: Part 2
Exhaustion was seeping from every pore on your body as you drug your feet through the quiet and pristine lobby, a series of black zipped and enclosed bags held in your left hand and some pink and white bags in the other. Balanced in your right hand along with the pink and white bags was your cellphone which had been buzzing from the moment you stepped out of the car and into Stark Tower.
The itching under your skin to check on the phone call was only outdone and outweighed by Natasha Romanoff’s quick strides as she moved throughout the lobby toward the elevator. You struggled to keep up with her while lugging your haul and the dresses in the closed bags that she made you buy with the bonus she gave you.
You took as large of strides as you could, and when you stepped into the elevator you huffed and leaned against the cool metal wall, hooking the hangers built into the closed dress bags on the metal railing. Without the bags in your hand, you were able to grip your phone with both hands and finally answer the buzzing that had caused the itching anxiousness.
As you leaned against the cool metal wall of the elevator and answered emails and arranged the next week’s schedule, a rough outline anyway. You were quickly made aware of the elevator doors opening, by the sound of the doors parting like the Red Sea. The approach of two more people onto the elevator had not been enough to pull your attention away from your phone and your task of fixing and skeleton scheduling Natasha’s ‘life’ but the greeting she had tossed out was enough to steal your attention and cast it on the two men who were as wide as they were tall and built like solid mountains.
“Hello boys,” the message of Natasha’s greeting was friendly and neutral yet there was something about the tone of voice that made it seem like a jest at their behalf, “are you excited for Stark’s charity auction? A few days away. Do you have your eyes on anyone?”
You busied yourself with your phone, tapping away at whatever mindless game you could find, trying to make yourself appear ignorant to the conversation they were having. Despite your ears burning and their blue and blue-green eyes, respectively, on you, you kept your head down and your feigned naivety about what they were speaking about.
“You’re not in the auction this year?” The rumble of their voice, Steve’s you figured, had stirred the conversation and kept it alive, while you were trying not to be seen.
You found yourself shifting your weight from foot to foot with anxiousness. It was a tick of sorts, being so self-conscious when you were around people like Natasha and Steve and Bucky. When you were around beautiful and fit people that were ethereal in their nature and the picture-perfect vision of health and fitness and you…weren’t.
Given the mean-spirited nickname of ‘thunder thighs’ in your youth had stuck with you, mentally at least. You always felt as if you were hyper-aware of your soft stomach snd your heavy breasts that went along with your plus-sized figure. Your ass was neither tight nor small, and that made it difficult to feel confident in yourself, let alone your physicality’s when you had to meet with others under the guise of being Natasha Romanoff’s PA.
“Not me,” Natasha smirked, “but Y/N is.”
Though it didn’t necessarily show, you felt your cheeks burning from the near-constant and penetrating gaze that was cast on you. Your cheeks burned beneath your skin while the familiar souring of your stomach settled in as you prepared yourself mentally and emotionally for some sharp and snide comments about what a waste that would be.
You were preparing yourself for the jabs and the jests made at your expense. The little jokes and statements made that would bring laughter to space while you wallowed in your inability to ‘take a joke’ or the blatant offence you felt.
“Not entirely willingly…” You mumbled the lie, hoping that it would make you feel better about whatever they would say next.
“Is that what the bags are for?” Bucky asked, his blue-eyed gaze landing on the bags hanging on the metal pole attached to the wall of the elevator.
You turned your attention back to your phone, waiting for that eventual shoe to drop. You didn’t want them to see your weakness, though you were sure enough that they could sense it. You were sure they could sense your knees knocking and your stomach churning with anticipation of the inevitable.
“A few options for Y/N, ” Natasha had also cast her gaze upon your, though it was short-lived, “and a few surprises.”
Surprises being killed heels that made your legs good great and a pair of jeans that somehow seemed to flatter your body as it was without some hideous flower pattern on the ass cheeks to accentuate or some hideous cut that drew attention to yourself while simultaneously making you look as if you were by a jean covered blob.
Because that’s a lot of what fashion for plus size women was, a covering or a pattern or fabric that was meant to simply be on your body instead of embracing it.
“A dress for the auction, ” Natasha added.
“Since Natasha’s not allowed to be a part of it, ” you licked your bottom lip and prayed that the elevator would hurry its incontinence self up, “I was voluntold.”
“It’s for a good cause.”
“That’s why I said ultimately said yes.”
“A woman like yourself up on that stage, ” Steve cracked a half-smile, “I’m sure you’ll get bid up real high.”
“Who wouldn’t want to spend a weekend with a dame like you?” Bucky added, pointedly looking you up and down.
The doors finally opened to your floor and you couldn’t have gotten out fast enough. You had all but ripped the dress bags from the railing and threw them over your shoulder, with the other bags beating against your leg as you power-stalked away from the doors and the three perfect people in the metal box.
You didn’t stop your power stalking until you were at your room door and had the door halfway open. You had unceremoniously thrown the bags away from you, not caring where they landed or how.
You kicked your shoes off next and with the same lack of haphazard care, you strode throughout your small apartment to your room, throwing the door open.
You threw yourself onto the bed and sighed, feeling a day’s worth of anxiety slowly seeping from your shoulders. Shopping with Natasha was pleasant enough if you ignored every single scrutinizing look. If you could ignore every comment under shop attendants breaths or the way their eyes followed you with thinly-veiled disgust at how a person like Natasha Romanoff could be seen with a person like you.
A person like you – a woman who was plus sized and not worth the attention of any man who had eyes.
A woman like you who was the brunt of every joke and who could only land a man if that man lost a bet.
The day of shopping produced high-end and beautiful clothes that made you feel like a million bucks, but all that confidence cracked when you saw the look in the shop attendant's eyes.
It was the silent judgement and looks of odium and the snide remarks about how one could let themselves feel good in that body.
And now, because you felt as though you were a pushover, you were going to be on stage in front of rich men and women who were among the most beautiful and elite.
“It won’t be bad, ” you sighed and rubbed your hands down your face, “it’ll be fine. It’ll be fun.”
You could choose to wallow in your displeasure, or you could choose to keep your head high.
“Fuck it,” you mumbled, “it’s for charity. Natasha promised it would be fine.”
You sat up quickly, enough to make yourself dizzy. You shift yourself to the end of the bed and pressed your palms flush against the bed. You placed your feet on the floor before standing and moving with purpose toward the dresses that you had haphazardly thrown.
“Im going to look good.” You snatched one of the bags from the floor and draped it on your couch. You reached out and pulled the zipper down, revealing the dress within that was a favourite of Nat’s.
“I may hate the whole evening but damn, ” you looked at the dress with fondness remembering how it looked on you, “I’ll look good.”
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Everything Has Changed: Part 13
Days spent in the state of the art lab preparing for the first attempts at the experimental synthesis of medication and DNA modifications that would ignite those receptors that drew omega’s to alpha’s and vice versa. It was the first day of the experiment and the entire lab was buzzing with excitement and hopefulness that this would further limit the repercussions of the Snap and Blip.
With the volunteers already checked into the lab, you were in the midst of preparing for your part in the experiment, when the approach of Dr. Banner had stopped you in your tracks.
On his approach, your stomach tightened as you recognized the face of bad news. You didn’t know what he was going to tell you or what would become of the rest of your day, but you knew that something was going to change.
You could feel it in your bones, you could see it clearly in his eyes and the way he carried himself that there was something unspoken that was bothering him.
You moved away from the core of the lab toward the far left side that was much quieter and would allow for a hushed conversation. When you came to stand in front of him, you shoved your hands into your lab coat pockets, fiddling with the pen to keep your nerves at a low.
“Dr. Banner, what’s the bad news?” You asked even if you didn’t want to. If you could’ve remained ignorant, you would have. However whether you wanted to know or not, Dr. Banner would tell you.
“Y/N,” he crossed his arms over his chest, hesitating to speak, “I know that you’ve spent countless hours preparing for the launch of this procedure-“
“-but…?” You felt the preemptive sting of tears.
“You can’t be a part of the experiment itself. The conditions to be part of the actual testing of the procedure are very clear-“
“What did I do wrong?” Tears blurred your vision, the airy gasps that left your mouth were the tip of the emotional iceberg.
“Nothing, Y/N. You did nothing wrong. You’re brilliant and talented, however the conditions do not allow pregnant women to partake in the procedure.”
“Pregnant?” Your eyebrows furrowed and you wrapped your arms around yourself. “I’m not pregnant…”
“I had to do a final test on the blood we’d taken and on every sample you’d given us to confirm your readiness. When I test your sampled and your blood, I got the confirmations.”
To prove the point he was trying to make, Dr. Banner handed you the tablet in his hands with all the data already loaded snd ready for you to see. On the tablet screen was the clear image of your hormone levels that has shifted as well as the sharp spike in estrogen and progesterone that proved not only were you pregnant, but the levels in which they’d increased had opened the possibility up to their being more than one baby.
“There’s no symptoms.”
“You know as well as I do the symptoms of pregnancy’s may not show up within the first month. Based on the hormone levels, I’d say you’re just under a month.” Dr. Banner placed his hand on your shoulder snd squeezed.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. But in my good conscience I can’t allow you to be one of the constant’s in the experiment. You can still run the trial and head it up if you would wish, however being part of it is no longer an option.”
“Pregnant.” You stared at the tablet while mentally being a mile away.
Kids. You’d always wanted kids, but later on in your life. You were only 22 and you’d just started your career.
You heard Dr. Banner speak yet you couldn’t take your attention off the numbers on the screen. You couldn’t take your eyes off the hormone spikes and the clear data that damned you from your own trial.
“You should tell Steve and Bucky-“
“Excuse me.” You handed the tablet back to him, more like shoved it into his arms, and pushed past him.
“Y/N, talk to Steve and Bucky. Tell them before you-“
“I need air. I need-“ you slipped your lab coat off and tossed it toward a desk chair. Before it could even land on the chair, you were headed toward the door of the lab. You placed your hand against the biometric lock and wait the half second as it scanned your DNA before it let you out. You slipped through the door and moved in a haze, completing everything action that would take you from the lab, to the elevator and then to the lobby of Stark Tower. You moved by autonomy, while your head was reeling and you were consumed by a constant barrage of questions aimed at yourself and your situation.
“Y/N!” Your name was called but you kept moving. “Y/N, stop!”
You kept moving until you collided with a body made of muscle snd strength. After colliding with the body, you craned your neck and studied the man hovering over you, relief and insignificant anguish at the pair of blue eyes watching you.
His brown hair, thick and luscious, was cut short. It was a new look for him after having his longer hair for a while. He was clean shaven too, it looked as fresh as his haircut. His blue eyes were caught between concern and caution, his hands reaching out to grab your arms.
He was your alpha, you should find comfort in his touch and yet…
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He was holding your arms in gentle grasps. “You didn’t hear me calling your name. What’s wrong?”
Pregnant. You were pregnant.
“I need air. I need to get out of here. I need…” Your eyes dart around the lobby of Stark tower, your stomach churning the burning acid inside.
“You’re okay.” Bucky cupped your cheeks. “You’re going to be okay just-“
“No!” You slapped his hands away. “No im not going to be okay! I’m not okay! I need air!”
“You’re having a panic attack,” he reached for you again, “let me help you.”
You stepped back, your eyes widening as the sting of bile rose in your throat. The word PREGNANT has been at the forefront of your mind, repeating on a record.
You wanted kids, but not yet. You’d worked so hard to get where you are now.
“Baby please-“
You were going to be sick. You couldn’t breathe and you were going to be sick. You felt the bile rise in your throat, the stinging acid that burned as it crawled, the fresh wave of bushes tears making it hard to see as you nearly collapsed from the shock of what had just conspired.
“Are you okay?” Bucky was on you in an instant, an arm wrapped around your waist to steady you. “You’re flush.”
“I need air…” You mumbled under your breath, settling into a panic attack that was sever enough to induce nausea.
“Let me help you upstairs, doll.” Bucky started to help you stand and while his touch was comfortable, it was almost smothering.
His presence as an alpha gave you comfort you knew you needed yet it had also made you feel as if your breathing was even more restricted than it had been. It made you feel as though you were truly gasping for air.
“No!” You pushed him off of you with unknown strength. “No! I need air! I need to be alone!”
You rebuffed him and ran with all you had in you to the exit. You burst through the doors of Stark tower and pressed on even further. You ran until your lungs were burning and your heart was beating like a war drum in your chest and when you finally stopped, you sunk.
You sunk to your knees and wrapped your arms around yourself as you cried, as you screamed your frustrations.
You wanted to be a mother and you wanted your career.
You wanted a baby and you wanted your own mother back.
You wanted a family with Steve and Bucky, and you wanted to see the fruits of your years of hard work.
You cried until you couldn’t anymore. You cried until your voice was horse and your eyes were puffy.
You don’t know how long you were out there, wherever you were. You didn’t know how long you’d spent curled into yourself, crying until your voice was weak. You’d spent your energy running from your anxieties, running from the news that flipped your world upside down.
“It’s okay.” Steve’s voice hit your ears, the suffocating comfort was replaced with gentility. “You’re okay, doll.”
He came to your side and held you, he came to your side and embraced you as you broke down in his arms. You clung to him with as much might as you could gather, silently accepting the shift in comfort as he pulled you into his lap in whatever alley or on whatever street you’d found yourself on.
“You’re going to be okay, sweetheart.” Steve mumbled into your hair, he pressed his lips against the side of your forehead and soothes you with the gentle rocking of his body. “Let me take you home. Please.”
“Take me home.” You went lax in his arms, knowing that you had a lot more processing to go through but it would be better to do it in the comfort of their presence, with them being part of the conversation.
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The Auction: Part 1
Summary: In which Natasha pushes you to be auctioned off for a weekend for charity, and the opportunity arises for two super soldier’s to have reader at their mercy for a full weekend
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The Avengers were akin to celebrities and that created a need for personal assistants to help support and create ease in their lives while they fought off the threats that faced the world.
As a person assistant, your job revolved the most basic errands such as getting fresh coffee or picking up their dry cleaning, making their day to day as seamless as possible, to making sure all preparations were made for any and all trips that they would have to go on to save the world.
Being a personal assistant wasn’t a glamorous job, and the hours proved to be long and draining, but the pay was incredible. Not only was the pay incredible but the benefits of being a PA had vastly outweighed the negatives. Yes, you worked long hours and had a hectic schedule, but when your assigned avenger was on a mission overseas or on vacation, your free time grew exponentially.
As long as the basics were handled, you had quite a lot of time on your hands when they were in another country.
Your assigned avenger was Natasha Romanoff, and given her skill as an assassin and spy, your free time was on the higher end than someone who stuck closer to home like Peter Parker or Bruce Banner or even Tony Stark.
The hours that those PA’s worked we’re almost double your own, but that could also boil down to the privacy Natasha Romanoff required. Peter Parker, while he was in his senior year, had a PA who was nearly run on her feet after trying to keep up with Peter and his forgetfulness.
Bruce Banner’s PA was always tired, always had dark bags under her eyes after being kept late in the labs while Banner worked.
Tony Stark used his PA almost too much, which has caused his PA to put more miles on her car in one year while working for Tony than the 2 years prior.
One disadvantage of being Natasha Romanoff’s PA was the incessant looks you’d received when you were in her presence. Natasha Romanoff was a beautiful woman, she was completely breathtaking and she knew it. She knew she was a deadly woman with her fists and her physical appearance and that drew questions whenever you were introduced as her PA.
If Natasha Romanoff was such a bombshell, then why did she choose a PA who was not? Why did Natasha Romanoff have a PA who was ‘pretty for a big girl’, who’s thighs had been rubbing together since you were 13. Why would Natasha Romanoff have a PA who looked as if she had swallowed two of her?
You were a woman who was plus-sized, and spent the greater amount of your time working for a woman who was the epitome of men’s fantasies. It was enough of a contrast to draw comments under breaths or snide looks. It was almost a constant reminder that no matter what, you wouldn’t fit well into their world aside from working for them.
Despite the comments and the snide looks, the depreciating hand signals that would be fired toward you for a ‘few good laughs’ Natasha treat you no different than she treat anyone of her team mates.
Natasha was a woman who had put in the effort to make you feel as comfortable as possible while working for her, and in your defence, had told the commentators, usually men, how quickly she could dismember them without leaving evidence behind.
You may have been verbally bullied about your size as a plus sized woman, but Natasha would never treat you with so much disrespect. Natasha had treat you as if you were her little sister rather than her PA, and that meant talking you up from the low places you would sometimes notch yourself in.
Natasha was an amazing woman and you admired her.
Even if she had pushed you out of your comfort zone toward new unchartered waters.
“You’re attending the charity auction.” She told you, handing you an invitation. “I need you there.”
She was constantly trying to push you toward a place where you could see your own value.
“Charity auction for the sick kids foundation?” You read the invitation twice.
“They’re auctioning off weekends spent shadowing avengers or weekend dates with volunteers for the auction.” Natasha explained while adjusting and fixing her eyeliner.
“So you need me to go and make sure everything is sorted out?” You behind her, tapping on the tablet in your hands.
“Not exactly, kukla.” Natasha locked eyes with you in the mirror. “I can’t volunteer this year on account of what happened last year on the ‘date’, but you can.”
The tablet in your hands has nearly fallen to the floor. It had nearly slipped from your grips to the soft carpet below your feet as the registration of what she said had gave way to shock.
“What?” You frowned and furrowed your eyebrows. “I’m sorry..:what did you just say?”
Natasha smirked in the mirror, adjusting her stance after she reached for a metal container of mascara. She hadn’t given you an explanation of elaborated on what she had said right off the bat. She had coat her eyelashes with mascara until she was satisfied, then she pressed her lips together.
“I said you can. I put you down on the docket to be auctioned for a weekend of fun. It’ll do you some good.” While Natasha had been unbothered by her decision to offer you up as a volunteer for the auction, you were not.
“Why would you do that?” You hissed. “No one will bid!”
“Are you sure?” She questioned, crossing her arms over her chest and raising an eyebrow. “I think there are more men attracted to you than you think.”
Your snort and derision was a precursor to your eyes rolling. You had mirrored her stance by crossing your arms over your chest and cocking your hip out. You were having two different reactions that were each battling for control, first was your mental reaction that was akin to a nuclear meltdown in your head and the other was your emotionally pressed yet coolness snippiness that had taken over.
“I’d like to believe that, but there’s a better chance of seeing pigs fly.” Your comment had rolled off Natasha like water off a duck’s back, she didn’t even acknowledge your comment or your dig at yourself.
“As a friend,” Natasha asked with a tone of voice that was more telling, “I am going to put you on the volunteer list. As a friend, I am doing this because there are men out there who are attracted to you and have even tried flirting with you-“
“I’ve been flirt with?” Your irritation turned to general confusion.
“-and they feel like this is the best way to get your attention. So will you please-“ she didn’t even need to twist your arm before you caved.
“-it’s for a good cause.” There was a bubbling in your belly as butterflies sprung to life, “what the hell. I’m in.”
“Good.” Natasha stride toward you and pinched your cheeks, “now let’s get you a dress that’s show-stopping.”
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Baby Girl: Part 2
Your world bursting into colours vibrant and breathtaking had ironically cast a shadow over your personal life. The shift from vision of black and white to coloured freedom, had created a reactive shift in your relationship with Peter that you hadn’t been prepared for.
“Colours,” Peter mumbled into his cup of coffee, “what is it like?”
The tension between you two was still at a minimum, yet the fact that you’d found your soulmates had created this light fog that just sat over your heads, hovering low enough to be noticeable yet high enough not to be touched.
“Peter-“
“I know you can see colours. I knew the moment it happened.” He mumbled again, staring at the crack in the table you’d bought together.
“It doesn’t change how I feel about you.” You moved around the table to his side, wrapping your arm around his back while your other hand rest on his left shoulder. “I love you, Peter.”
Your contact with his body had physically drew the tension from him, although that is where the ease stopped. Despite his shoulders and body being ridden of tension in his shoulders and his chest, his emotional apprehension was on the rise. It was hard to miss, almost impossible not to feel the chill exuding from Peter as the pair of you tried to grapple with the shaken pillars of your relationship.
How did you move past this? How did you return to a place before you saw colours and before you found out that two of the avengers were your soulmates? Were your heads in the clouds and your hearts in naivety?
Could there even be a place to come back to? Could the relationship pan out even with the recent event of meeting your soulmates hanging above your head?
“I love you too.” He turned his head and spoke into your hand on his shoulder. He pressed his lips into your palm after you’d opened your hand, giving you the smallest glimmer of affection that was more than enough for the moment. “We’ll make this work.”
The sentiment of the message was sweet and hopeful, yet it felt empty. It felt as if you were going to just be biding time until inevitable set in and broke you apart.
“Of course we will.” Your tight lipped smile and forced positivity had only added to the overcast sense of grim outcomes. “Did you want to go to Stark Tower together?”
The question felt like a buffer, a monotonous event that would bring anymore awkwardness to the already complicated situation. It was an offer to share a ride with the boy you’d loved for the past year, to be in each others presence while not addressing the elephant in the apartment.
“You start today?” Peter frowned, his eyebrows furrowed.
“First day working as medical staff at Stark Tower.” You let go of him and shuffled into the kitchen, dragging your feet toward the fridge. You grabbed the white handle and pulled, bending over to gaze at the contents inside before you decided on a ripe apple and a bottle of fiji water Peter brought home the day before.
After selecting your items and balancing them in your arms, your turned around to talk to Peter only to find the place where he once was, empty now.
“You see in colour,” Peter called from the living room, beckoning you with his voice.
As you crossed the distance, a smile broke on your face when you saw Peter standing in the living room in his full Spider-Man get up. He was posing for you with the familiar smile you loved most, on his face.
“Tell me what colour my suit is.” He placed his hands on his hips, watching you with playful flirtation.
“I can do that,” you walked toward him with renewed pep in your step. You stood in front of him and slid your hands up his chest and onto his shoulders, your eyes wandering the pattern of his suit and the colours that had been brought together to form the impressive technological apparel that had saved Peter’s life more than once.
“The shoulders are red with black details that make the suit itself look like spiders webs.” You touched and traced the black lines as you spoke, your attention on the way he filled out the spider suit and the feel of his tight muscles been the your hands.
“There are two blue bands that break up the red on your arms,” you touched the blue against the red, proving your point.
“There’s more blue?” Peter asked, his hands moving to your hips where he lightly squeezed.
“Yes,” you inhaled sharply, your eyes moving down his body toward his lower half, “from your waist to the middle of your calves are blue. From the middle of your calves to your feet are red with black detailed lines like the upper half.”
“We’ll make it work,” Peter brushed his thumb across your chin to lift your head, “it’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.”
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“Are we going to talk about it?” Nat smirked while she was leaning against the bar side of the communal area the Avengers shared. Since the party, and their full ascent into fully coloured vision, Natasha has been on them relentlessly to try and get a peek into their brains.
“The kid has been dating the girl for a whole year,” Clint spoke from the lounger in the centre of the room, looking back at the two with a similar smirk to Natasha’s.
“And she’s a baby,” Natasha’s grin widened, “really robbing the cradle aren’t you boys?”
“She’s 20 Nat, almost 21.” Bucky spoke in defence of their situation.
“She’s not legal enough to drink and she’s barely legal enough to vote.” Natasha looked Steve up and down, with a raised eyebrow.
“She’s working here.” Bruce had quipped, looking at the tablet in his hands before he looked up. “She’s working on the medical floor as a registered nurse. Given your reputation, I think you’ll be seeing a lot of her.”
Bruce was speaking of Steve and Bucky’s penchant for getting into trouble where they was none, though the jab could’ve been aimed further toward Steve since the man couldn’t run away from a fight.
“We’re not pursuing anything.” Steve stood his ground and cut the silent accusations short. “The kid is a relationship with her-“
“It won’t last long.” Clint cut Steve off, pushing himself to sit up further. “We all know how the soulmate connection is. Even if you’re on the other side of the world, you’ll be drawn together eventually. No matter how hard you try to fight it.”
“She’s in a relationship, Barton.” Steve unscrewed the cap on a bottle of water and lift it to his lips. “We’re not going to interfere-“
“Its inevitable. Whether you want to interfere or not, there is a connection that won’t be ignored. They can try to push it off all they want, eventually one of them will break.”
Steve hummed after he swallowed, his eyebrows knit together. He slipped into a space of deep though, a place in his head that pulled his thoughts toward Peggy.
Steve and Bucky were able to see half colour when they recognized each other as soulmates. When Steve met Peggy, he had wished that his vision could’ve shifted to full colour. He wished that he could’ve seen the bright flashes of pigment that was described so heavily by those who had already met their soulmates and in book written exclusively on the topic.
When he didn’t see colour, and neither did Peggy, there was a part of Steve that was disappointed. There was a part of him that was almost distraught over not being able to have this woman who was breathtaking and confident, so sure of herself, as his soulmate.
He wanted Peggy.
Bucky wanted him. He had only ever spoke of Steve when he was alive in the 40’s, there was no connection to Peggy other than one of friendship.
“It’s inevitable,” Steve mumbled under his breath, chewing on the words.
Inevitable. Steve and Peggy were never meant for each other.
If fate would inevitably bring two soulmates together, than fate could inevitably separate two people who were never meant for each other.
“Eventually the relationship will fail as the connection between the three of you grows.” Bruce glanced from Steve to Bucky. “And there will be no turning back.”
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stucky-my-ship · 5 days ago
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msbadass · 6 days ago
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Screaming Colors // Stucky Soulmate AU
Part four
pairing: stucky x reader Bucky x reader
summary: based off the TikTok series by @SerenaIvory.
warnings; fluff, marriage stuff, kidnapping, violence, cheating, angst, language, fighting, potential smut.
word count: 1.6k
a/n: omg I’m so glad you guys are like this series! I’m not going to be sticking to a posting such at all. I’m going to be posting them as I’m writing. some parts might be coming slower than others. super excited !!apology ahead of time for any grammar error or typos :)
Xoxo MSBADASS
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After a few hours of research and resources we were able to find out that a group that goes by the name ‘The Flag-Smashers’ is who took (Y/N). One of Sam’s partners out near Libya; Joaquín Torres was already trailing them. He was able to give us the last know location of their hide out. Some abandoned building in Atlanta. Once we knew where we to go; we took off on the quinjet.
Bucky was a nervous wreck. Particularly because he had no idea what we were walking into and if was going to find (Y/N) severely hurt or even dea- Ok yeah, he needed to stop preparing himself for the worst case scenario. That is exactly what his therapist doesn’t want him to be doing.
The quinjet came to a stop mid air, hovering over the provided location. All three of the trained soldiers jumped out and found their way into an abandoned close by. They throw in their ear pieces and spilt up. Sam to the skies, Steve on the second floor and Bucky to the empty garage in the building.
“Sam, do you have visual on anything?” Steve asks
“It looks like some of them just left on one of the trucks parked near the building you guys are in.” Sam replied
“I see one” Steve said
“I see a truck as well” Bucky confirmed
“I’m going to scan for (Y/N).”
Bucky sees redwing flying down above the truck, scanning for any sign of her and the flag smashers. Just as the scanning starts the truck begins to pull off.
“Got em’!! They have (Y/N) in the red one” Sam says
“On which one?” Steve questions
“The red one.” Sam replies
“I can’t see the colors, Wilson.” Steve says, getting frustrated.
“I got her” Bucky says, taking off as fast as his legs can carry him. He’s practically flying down road. He is able to catch up to the red truck, jump on the back and open up the containers doors. He pulls himself inside.
“(Y/N)?” He says looking for her.
“Bucky!” She yells out. He runs to the back of the truck to see her zip tied, no visible injuries. He’s immediately relived, just glad that she’s ok
“It’s ok doll, I got you” he pulls out a knife, to cut the ties around her wrist and her ankles. She looks up at him. (Y/E/C) filled with fear and concern.
“Bucky, you have to go I’m not alone.” She says
“What?”
Bucky feels himself being grabbed and thrown into the truck behind him. The impact catches him off guard but is able to grab ahold with his metal arm just before falling. He looks up to see a curly red headed girl jumping from the truck, onto this one. Bucky begins to climb up only to be meet by the girl. She pulls in him, she’s insanely strong. She shouldn’t be this string she’s only have his size. She punches him in right in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. Is she a super soldier? Is there more serum?
“Bucky!” (Y/N) yells
“Run! Get out here, Sam and Steve are coming!” He yells back while fighting the curly haired girl.
(Y/N) jumps from one truck to the other, she makes her way to the top. She runs towards the girl, just right feel her arm being grabbed. She looks back to see it’s the man to took her. She throws a punch. He grabs her hand pushing her down.
“Don’t you dare touch her!!” Bucky yells, he starts punching the girl while running towards the man hurting (Y/N). He grabs his arm, yanking him off the truck watching him fall onto the road. The curly haired girl, still coming after him.
(Y/N) seeing this runs towards Bucky knocking them both off the truck. Bucky quickly wraps his arms around (Y/N) He holds her close, protecting her from any impact. They start rolling fast down a hill.
They come to a stop; both catching their breathe. Bucky on top of her. “Are you ok doll?”
She coughs and looks up at him. “Yeah-yeah I’m alright.”
They just stare at each other for a moment. Neither of them moving. Not sure of what to say or how to act. Him laying her wants necessarily awful either, there was no tension. It just felt very calm.
“(Y/N)!” They both recognize as Steve’s voice coming towards them.
(Y/N) pushes Bucky off of her, he picks him self up and helps her up as well.
Steve is booking it towards the both of them. Once he reaches her he grabs her and pulls her in for a hug. “Oh-oh my gosh. Honey are you ok? I’m so sorry. I should’ve been home with you. I should’ve nev-” He rambles on, tears filling his eyes. (Y/N) embraces him. Reassuring that none of this was he’s fault and that she was ok. Steve grabs her face and plants a kiss to her forehead.
Bucky starts to feel awkward, like he shouldn’t be witnessing what is happening in front of him. He offers to go back and grab the quintet to distance himself for just a few moments.
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A couple hours later. Everyone is back home. Bucky went with Steve and (Y/N) just to make sure the both of them were ok. Steve makes (Y/N) go rest in bed, it wasn’t even a few seconds after laid her head down that she was dead to the world.
Steve comes back down stairs and makes a beeline towards the fridge. Grabbing two beers for the both of them. Steve pops the top off of one of them, takes a swig then rest his head in his hand.
“It’s my fault.” He states “I should’ve been here.” He takes another swing from his bottle
“She so home now” Bucky replies. Grabbing the other bottle laid it for him. “She’s safe now. That’s what really matters.”
“Yeah..” Steve said. “I guess you’re right”
“Of course I am, I’m always right.” He said with a cocky grin, causing Steve to role his eyes and smirk.
A few moments go by, both of the super soldiers just sitting in silence. The occasional sip of beer coming to ear.
“So..” Steve says “When we’re you going to tell me you’ve found your soulmate?”
A tinge of panic runs down Buckys neck. Steve must’ve remembered when I saw the red truck. Normal people can’t see colors idiot. Does he know about (Y/N)? Shit.
Bucky takes a swig from his beer then looks to Steve. “It happened awhile ago.” He starts to feel his hands clamming up.
“Tell me about her?” Steve asks
“Oh gosh, she’s amazing. Has the kindest heart and is braver than she looks.” Bucky could go on about how he cares for (Y/N) “but it’s doesn’t matter, it’s impossible.” He shakes his head.
“Nothing is really impossible, I mean look at (Y/N) and I. We still haven’t seen colors but I know we are made for each other.” Steve replies.
Bucky immediately feels pangs of guilt crawling up his spine. “What would happen if she saw the colors with someone else?” .
Steve huffed, “Ya know, I’ve asked myself that question too many times.” He takes another drink. “I can’t ever find the right answer. Any answer really.”
“Would you let her go?” Bucky said before even realizing it came out of his mouth.
“I don’t know. It would be the right thing to do.” Steve said.
Bucky looks up at him starting to feel even heavier in his chest. Steve meets his eyes.
“But I’ve lost so much already, I wouldn’t stand loosing her as well.”
Bucky nods at him.
How much more complicated can this get?
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fanfuckingtastic04 · 6 days ago
Heyy could you do one where Steve and bucky get sick and the reader has to take care of them? And they actually act like big babies and try to convince reader they're fine and don't need the help. ( If you've watched friends, kinda like the one episode where Monica is sick and trying to initiate sex)
Maybe the reader even says " I'm dating two 100 year old babies."
I’ve been waiting for someone to request a Stucky fic coz they’re honestly my favourite ship from the MCU. Hope you like it!!!🌺
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Getting sick makes me horny
Pairings: Stucky x Reader
Warnings: fluffffff, talks about sex but no actual smut, Stucky being super cute!!! (as usual)
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“Babe, we’re fine.” Steve said for the seventh time in 2 minutes while Bucky sneezed. Steve turned to glare at Bucky with betrayal written on his face while Bucky shrugged helplessly.
I chuckled at them and pulled the blanket tighter across our shoulders where we were all huddled on the bed. Bucky cuddled further into Steve and for a second I thought Steve would finally give in with how he melted against us. I spoke too soon because Steve immediately shoved Bucky off him while the latter squawked in protest. He scoffed in annoyance and shoved Steve off the bed while cuddling into my side.
“Steve’s right though, we’re fine. We’re super soldiers so we can’t get sick.” Steve nodded in agreement and lifted the laundry basket in rebellion.
“What the fuck are you doing Steve? Put that down!” I squealed as I rolled away from Bucky and toward Steve.
“Language doll.” He said as he held the laundry basket far out of my reach, in the air. “Steve, put that down. I honestly don’t understand why you two are being so stubborn.”
My gaze shifted between them while Bucky knelt on the bed with a smirk on his face. He started to take his shirt off and Steve choked.
“Bub, what are you doing?” I asked as I hid my smile behind my palm. “I’m seducing you of course. I’m horny babe.” He whined and scooted to the edge of the bed while flinging his shirt off to one corner of the bedroom.
He was interrupted by Steve sneezing real big. He winced and apologised before quickly sporting a similar expression to that of Bucky as he started to take his clothes off as well.
I laughed and crossed my hands in front of my chest as they started to inch closer to me. When Bucky realised that this wasn’t working, he grabbed Steve’s chin and started to make out with him. Steve gasped when Bucky’s hand came down to palm at his ass and he slipped his tongue into Steve’s shocked mouth. Bucky pulled away from Steve abruptly and sneezed.
I immediately shifted forward and nudged them into bed. They both whined and pleaded with me to ‘be reasonable’ and ‘sex fixes everything’. I only chuckled and tucked them into bed again.
Bucky turned his annoyed gaze on Steve and said, “This is all your fault. If you hadn’t sneezed in the middle of our make out sesh, we’d be having sex right now, not lying down in bed.”
Steve gasped in offence and turned his equally challenging on Bucky. “If you hadn’t convinced me to go out in that rain, we wouldn’t be sick in the first place.”
“Aha, so you do admit you’re sick?” I said with a smirk while Steve flicked Bucky’s ear. Bucky was about to retaliate when I grasped his hand in mine.
“Now, children. No more fighting. I’ll go make you some soup.” I said as I placed a kiss on each of their warm foreheads while they sighed and snuggled into each other without complaint.
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“How’re the drama queens?” Sam asked as I stepped into the kitchen. I chuckled and responded with a quiet ‘horny’. He choked on his coffee and burst out laughing. I shook my head at his reaction and went back to the soup. “Well, all the best with them.” He said as he waved goodbye with a sympathetic smile. I responded in kind and lifted the tray of soup and started to make my way to our bedroom.
I walked into the both of them making out with no care in the world with Bucky’s hands down Steve’s sweats, fondling his ass and Steve starting to inch his hand down the front of Bucky’s boxers. I had the sudden urge to join them but I couldn’t risk getting sick too. I coughed to get their attention and with a blush on their cheeks, they turned to look at me.
“Can’t you two keep your paws off each other for a whole of 5 minutes?” I asked between a chuckle as I set down the tray on the bedside table and pushed Bucky’s hair out of his face.
Steve, now feeling left out, cuddled into Bucky’s back and pushed his head against my hand.
I laughed and instructed them both to sit up. They followed suit and sat up against the headboard with Steve’s head nestled in the crook of Bucky’s neck and his eyes almost shut. Bucky giggled at his state of Steve and nudged him awake. He whined in protest but sat up nonetheless.
I handed a bowl to Steve who immediately moaned at the warmth from the soup while Bucky begged with a “Feed me!” and a pout. I was about to say no when he jut his bottom lip out and his eyes started to miraculously glisten like in cartoons.
I sighed in defeat and spooned up some soup and lifted it to his lips. He stuck his tongue out at Steve in some sort of victory before lapping up the soup. For a while, it was quiet except for the occasional slurp from either boys which made them both laugh and me, smile.
“Babe, I’m sleepy now.” Steve said after setting down his bowl and tucking himself under Bucky’s arm.
Bucky wrapped his arm around Steve, pulled his face close and planted a kiss on his puckered lips. I nudged them to rest their head on the pillows and pulled the blankets over them. As I got up to go, Bucky’s arm wrapped around my hand and pulled.
“Cuddle us doll.” He said while the both of them sported a pout. “I’ll get rid of these dishes and be right back bub.” I said while turning to leave again.
“Do them later. Please?” he said while Steve whined some more. I sighed and nodded while getting into bed.
“In the middle doll.” Steve said and lifted me off Bucky and in the middle of the both of them.
While I lay on my back, Bucky nestled his face in between my breasts and wrapped his arms around me. Steve laid his bead just below Bucky’s; on my stomach and wrapped his arm around my thigh and the other around both me and Bucky. One of my hands rested in Bucky’s hair and across Steve’s shoulders. I pulled them closer into me if that was even possible. Both of them sighed and Bucky started to place kisses on the top of my breasts.
“Thanks for taking care of us doll. We know we can be a handful.” Steve said as he stroked the inside of my thighs.
“I'm dating two 100-year-old babies but I love you both and I love taking care of you. Now get some sleep and maybe when we wake up, I’ll think about following through on your earlier proposition.” I said with a smirk.
Bucky’s head shot up along with Steve’s and with a hopeful voice, he asked “Sex?” I laughed and nodded.
Bucky lightly nudged Steve’s head to rest in it’s previous place while begging him to sleep. Steve was about to protest when I shut him up with a kiss. Without saying a word, he drifted. Bucky smiled and kissed my cheek with a giddy grin. I wouldn’t change this for the world.
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imaginedreamwrite · 6 days ago
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Everything Has Changed: Part 12
A/N: Smut in this chapter. Please don’t read if you’re not comfortable reading smut
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The door smacked against the wall with a heavy thud, the knob threatening to crack the drywall, though neither one of you was too worried about the damage it may have caused. Steve held you firmly in his arms, able to balance you by his hands cupping your ass alone, freeing you to tug on the hairs at the back of his neck while your lips were attached.
The garnished passion between you two was rising exponentially, the warmth in your belly growing with intensity as Steve took one step and then another toward the bedroom in his suite. There were no words that had to be said, the action alone spoke volume.
Your date had went incredibly well, with the two of you enjoying the aquarium to yourselves. You would tell Steve stories about your parents, what they would teach you whenever they brought you here, how scared you were to touch the sting ray as a child, pushing Peter into a shallow touchable exhibit.
You ended the aquarium portion of the date with the taste of wine on your tongue and Steve’s hands teasing your flesh with the simple strokes of his thumb back and forth.
“Steve,” you moaned his name when he dropped you onto the massive and luxurious bed, your head hitting the pillow in the centre at the top, “I want you to mark me.”
The look in his blue-green eyes was breathtaking and exhilarating, it had sent an electric shock straight through you to the apex between your thighs.
If you weren’t wet before, if you weren’t soaking wet and completely drenched, then the look on Steve’s face now would’ve done it.
The look on his face and the way his lips were tugged into a smirk, the way his dress shirt hugged his biceps and his chest, accentuated the strength in his shoulders, all added to the causality of you being so damn horny snd ready for the alpha in the room.
You felt like prey, trapped against the bed by his stare alone, by his sheer will alone. It was as if there invisible cuffs or ties keeping you held down, available for him to consume.
“Do you, omega?” He teased, trailing his hand against the bed, his fingertips barely grazing against your body as he spoke, his eyes raking you up and down. “What do you want?”
You were trapped in your own throat, unable to breathe let alone garner the ability to speak. You were already at an all time high, already getting driven to the point of no return and you weren’t even undressed.
“I want you,” your voice was a whine as your fingers moved to the straps of your dress, slowly pulling the soft material down your shoulders.
“I know you do.” Steve hovered over you, helping you pull your straps down your shoulders, however he hadn’t stopped there. He grabbed the front of your dress and gave it a quick tug, pulling the neckline of the dress down over your strapless bra and even further yet to your stomach. As you lay partially exposed, your chest rose and fell quickly, your nipples hardening under his gaze and his fingertips as he stroked your peaks through your bra. He tweaked and lightly pulled at your hard numb through the material of your bra, luring whines and moans from your mouth.
“Poor ‘mega.” Steve crooned, slipping his hand behind your back, grabbing the back straps of your bra and effortlessly twisting it to unhook the eyes, allowed the bra to fall free. As it fell, it was removed and tossed aside, before he descended upon you and graced your body with his tongue.
The first stroke of his tongue on your hardened nipple had ripped another rhythmic set of whines and moans at the pleasure he was giving you. Your back arched and your hands flew to his shoulders, fingers digging into him as you pulled him closer.
When you had slept with Bucky, it was heat and rut fevered that begged for ruthlessness to cut through the fire that would consume you both.
This was another fire that was burning hot, however this wasn’t as all consuming and smothering.
“Steve,” you lift your hips and rubbed your thighs together, the baser part of you begging internally to be filled, “I need you.”
He pulled his mouth off your nipple with a loud pop, small saliva beads rolling down his chin. He lift his hand and wiped the saliva from his chin, and drew his attention further down your body to your thighs where you were rubbing your thighs together.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” Steve grabbed the right and left side of your dress and slowly shimmied it down your stomach, hips and thighs, tossing it behind him haphazardly as it slipped from your legs.
With yourself almost completely bare, it had only made sense for Steve to start kissing a trail down from your collar bone, between the valley of your breasts and to the start of your abdomen.
As his lips met your stomach, butterflies burst in your belly as you were hit with new overwhelming sensations that extended beyond just lust and eroticism. These new sensations that grappled with the deeply intensive feelings of future love and future commitment.
The gentleness behind this act of affection was all Steve Rogers; the man stealing your breath and your heart. And every stroke of his plump lips against your goosebump flesh was another mewl, another vocal sound of your pleasant approval.
“You’re gorgeous, Y/N.” his fingertips stroked your hip bones, in time with his kisses to your stomach. Every softly spoken word was matched with soft touches that furthered you toward a place of inescapable want and need.
“Please,” you whimpered, reaching for Steve’s idle hand, “please I’m going…I need…”
He slipped his hand off your hip and placed a finger against your lips, quieting your whimpers and your pleas. After a moment, he shifted his position on the bed before he slid a hand between your thighs and gently spread your legs.
His arms quickly became the borders in which you were trapped, his blue-green eyes holding you captive. He was a man of pure muscle, a man of such strength and capabilities who had shown such mercy and tenderness. He was an alpha who was in the top tier, along with Bucky, yet he had shown you such gentleness.
Both of them had.
“I’ll give you what you need.” Steve lowered himself down, releasing you from the barricade of his arms. “I know what you need.”
He started another trail of his lips on your abdomen, only this trail had extended down past your belly button to your inner thighs. Steve had quickly hooked his hand around your thighs to yank you closer while simultaneously keeping your legs spread.
He dipped his head and nipped at the skin of your inner thighs, bringing another round of shiver and shudders. You had shift from one to the other, then you were hit with the immense feeling of Steve’s tongue brushing against your dripping, throbbing pussy lips.
Your hands shot to the sheets to grab them with all your light, your head thrown back as strangled shrieks left your throat. He had simply lapped at your swollen lips like a dog taking to water, yet you were losing your mind.
Such a simple act shouldn’t have warranted such a reaction, however Steve was talented with his tongue.
He had so easily lapped at your juices and played with your clit like it was his second nature, like he had been an expert all his life.
“Steve!” You shrieked, bucking your hips against his mouth, nearly grinding your cunt against his face as your internal pleasure well was about to overflow. “Shiiit!”
He held you down and changed his tactic, using his tongue lick and lap at your clit while two of his fingers slipped inside your awaiting cunt.
He was driving the heat in your belly, your pleasure further than it had ever been, save for when you were with Bucky. Ever higher he pushed, ever more he demanded until…
“Fuck!” You grit your teeth and arched your back, the sound of your orgasm bouncing off the walls of his room. It was a tidal wave of ethereal pleasure that made your mind go blank and your eyes water from the intensity.
“Keep riding that high.” Steve had kissed you passionately, mumbling against your lips while he pushed the head of his thick, seeping coco into your cunt.
You weren’t aware of when or how he had removed his clothes so quickly, and it don’t matter.
You were split apart by one of your alpha’s his thick, being cock stretching you just as Bucky had. Only, given the circumstances, Steve was being more tender than Bucky because you weren’t in your heat and he wasn’t in his rut.
“Feel good?” He questioned, whispering in your ear as he pushed his cock further into your pussy. When he had bottomed out, you were sure the tip of his cock had touched your cervix, the seeping tip twitching in your heat.
“God,” you groaned and pushed your hips toward him, “yes! It feel so good!”
His thrusts started slow, his intentions to take his time with you. However, when you had hooked a leg around his waist Steve’s thrusts had picked up.
He fucked against you, he filled you with his cock only to pull out snd slam back into you. It was pleasurable, viscous cycle that left you with no other thought process other than how good you felt.
“I’m going to mark you,” Steve grunt into your neck, “I’m going to mark you as my little omega.”
His lips grazed against the portion of your neck that had yet to be marked. With his kisses becoming more like hips, you turned your head to the side to give him more access.
“I’m ready.” You spoke your confirmation.
Steve pulled out and slammed back in again, drawing small squeaky noises from your lips. “Please just-“
A startled scream drowned out the sound of the bed creaking, causing Steve to double down.
He had bit you and marked you as his, the act that would seal you completely to Steve and Bucky.
“Good girl,” Steve whispered into your ear, “good omega. You’re so good.”
He whispered and spoke endless affirmations and words of love and affection, while came again on his cock.
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the-bau-quinjet · 6 days ago
Bucky and Reader can’t cook but they try their best to cook a meal for Steve while he’s out on a mission, Steve comes home to the mess and the attempt at a meal. Sorry you couldn’t understand it.
At Least You Tried
Summary: Bucky and Y/N try to surprise Steve, but things don't go according to plan. Stucky x reader
Warnings: bad cooking... fluff, implied smut
Word Count: 1085
a/n: Firstly, let me apologize for not understanding your original request... I think I was too tired to comprehend anything at that point. It truly is such a cute idea though. Secondly, this gif is so freaking cute. It makes me so happy.
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"Bucky. I swear to every God out there, if you don't start listening to me this is only going to get worse." You huffed, rolling your eyes as Bucky tried to cut an onion.
"Listen to you, doll? What do you know about cooking?" He smirked back, laughing at your indignant expression.
"I've got the recipe." You deadpanned. "I'd let you read it, but you'll just clear the browser again because you still can't use the internet." You mocked, not paying attention to the marinade you were mixing.
Steve was supposed to be home in an hour. You and Bucky wanted to surprise him with dinner, something he would do for one or the both of you often.
The only problem with this sweet gesture? Neither of you really knew anything about cooking. What could go wrong though? You just had to follow the recipes.
You glanced back at the recipe on your phone, still mixing with the other hand.
"Y/N! You're splashing that everywhere!" Bucky's voice startled you, only causing the bowl to topple over and spill everywhere. Bucky snorted. "Yeah, I'll just follow your lead."
You glared at him, quickly righting the bowl.
"There's enough left in there... right? Yeah. It's fine." You didn't have enough ingredients to make another batch of marinade so you'd have to deal with what's left.
"I finished 'finely chopping' the onion." Bucky stated proudly. One glance at the large, uneven pieces of onion told you it probably wasn't finely chopped, but oh well.
"Perfect." You said sarcastically, reading off the next steps for him. "Cut a few carrots into 1/4 inch pieces. Then put the carrot and onion into the pan with the oil."
You turned back to your own job, cutting up pieces of chicken to soak in the marinade. It was only a 30 minutes marinade, so hopefully you'd have enough time to finish before Steve gets home.
You quickly shoved the bowl of marinating chicken into the fridge, turning around to find Bucky sitting on a stool, watching the onion and carrot cook.
"Buck! You're supposed to mix it so it doesn't burn!" You ran to the stove, scraping little burnt bits from the bottom. Oh well.
"You didn't tell me that!" Bucky yelled back.
"Whatever. Just 'mince the garlic'." You read off the next instruction.
You stirred the onions around, adding in the similarly misshapen garlic pieces when Bucky was done. It burned almost instantly, likely due to having the heat too high but you did your best.
You added the quinoa next, toasting it for three minutes. No matter what you did, everything kept burning on the outside but not cooking on the inside.
"Just add the vegetable broth and raisins." You shook your head, trying to salvage whatever was in the pan. "Oh, and the kale."
"Maybe we should just order some takeout..." Bucky suggested gently, still following your instructions to avoid your wrath.
"We can't! Steve is always making us homemade meals. We have to at least try."
You removed the chicken from the marinade, laying the pieces in another skillet. Again, the heat was too high resulting in burnt and undercooked chicken.
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The first thing Steve noticed when he arrived home was the smell. He could smell it in the hallway, the overwhelming scent of burnt onion and chicken wafting through the cracks in the doorframe.
He was almost afraid to open the door, but did so anyway. Smoke wafted through the room, You and Bucky waving your hands through the air as you yelled at each other.
"Bucky! I told you to take it off the heat!" You exclaimed, trying to scrape the quinoa out of the non-stick pan.
"No! You told me to turn the heat up!" He yelled back, trying to focus on moving the chicken to a platter.
Steve observed the scene, going unnoticed by the two of you still arguing over whose fault it was.
The kitchen was a mess. There was a mixture of sauces all over the counters, spilled quinoa and onion peel sticking to the goop. He couldn't spot anything that looked even remotely edible.
You and Bucky each placed a platter on the table, swiftly setting out plates and utensils.
"Steve!" You finally spotted him after setting down the last fork. "You're back!" You ran to him, throwing your arms around him in an effort to distract him from the mess behind you.
"Hi, sweetheart." He mumbled into your hairline, kissing your forehead while he wrapped his arms around you as well.
"Hey, punk. Welcome home." Buck joined the hug, sandwiching you between them.
"We made you dinner." You smiled sweetly, hoping if you acted nice enough the food would magically become edible.
"I, uh, can see that." Steve glanced at the table. "I guess, let's eat."
The three of you sat around the table, slowly adding the various dishes to your plates.
Bucky eyed you, unsure if you would actually try to eat it. Steve tried to be more polite about it, trying to find an edible piece of chicken.
You paused, fork on the way to your mouth.
"Ugh. Fine, let's order takeout." You whined in resignation.
"If I had my way, we'd already be eating it." Bucky rose, quickly throwing away the wasted food.
Steve rose to help him, letting you handle ordering the food. It felt wrong to waste so much, but it honestly wasn't safe to eat.
"I know, I know. I just want to do something nice for Stevie." You pouted, knowing Steve would take your side.
Bucky pinched your ass, rolling his eyes at your exaggerated expression.
"I appreciate it sweetheart." Steve wrapped his arms around you, pressing quick kisses to your neck as you ordered from your favorite thai place. "At least you tried. It's the thought that counts." He punctuated the statements by squeezing his hands at your hips.
Bucky joined the two of you as you hung up the phone.
"It should be here in 30-45 minutes." You sighed, upset with how the evening was going.
"Steve, I think our girls needs some cheering up." Bucky smirked, eyes drifting over your body.
"I think you're right, Buck. She deserves a reward for putting up with you while cooking." Steve chuckled, hands roaming your body as Bucky looked on.
Your whimpers cut the conversation short. You breathlessly egged them on. "You better get moving then. We've only got 30 minutes."
You winked, watching eagerly as Bucky and Steve pounced.
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imaginedreamwrite · 8 days ago
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Baby Girl: Part 1
If you were lucky enough to see colour, that meant you found your soulmate. If you were still seeing the world through black and white vision, like yourself, life could be made that more challenging.
Having vision that was black and white had made basic acts like getting dressed or doing your hair and makeup, difficult.
Seeing the world through black and white vision with a lifelong lack of colour, or at least 20 years without seeing colour, made for an endless and overwhelming drive or curiosity. You were made aware that an entire world of colour existed, just how you were made aware that distinctive colours carried different meanings, yet you were stuck seeing shades of grey.
Tree trunks were brown or near black, they even sometimes looked like tiger’s stripes, yet you didn’t see colour. The sky was blue, dusted with white fluffy clouds yet all you saw was the white against the light grey.
Blood was red. Fire was a mix of yellow and red, yet all you saw were the shades of grey and the white-hot embers.
Your comfort came from knowing that you weren’t alone in your inability to see colour. In your inability to see colour, you found Peter Parker.
Peter Parker was a boy who was as charming and charismatic as he was awkward and fumbling. Peter Parker and yourself hadn’t just shared your inability to see colour, you had also shared your kindred appreciation for older movies and cheesy sci-fi movies that were notoriously bad for their special effects and their acting.
Peter and you understand each other. Peter and yourself shared a lot in common which made the shift from friendship to dating so smooth. It was the transition from late movies as friends to late-night movies and early mornings together in Stark Tower.
It was inside jokes that drew endless laughter from the pair of you to the mutual understanding of loss that you suffered: Peter and his parents, you and your dad when you were 5.
Your relationship was healthy and it was fulfilling despite knowing that you weren’t soulmates. Your relationship was growing with intensity and depth, despite both of your still seeing in black and white.
“One day-“ Peter would start.
“-but not today.” And you would finish.
Those five words were a promise to each other that until you had both found your soulmates, or until your relationship needed to end by mutual decision, you would stand by each other.
You loved Peter and he loved you.
You trusted Peter and he trusted you.
He trust you with his secret identity, his alter ego that became part of the avengers. He trusted you with the secret that he was Spider-Man.
And you loved Peter Parker. You loved the boy with the wild, at times untameable, hair and the eyes that were so kind, despite you not being able to see their colour. You loved the feel of his hands on yours as he pulled you closer when he needed a hug; you loved the way his heartbeat sounded when your head rest on his chest.
There was so much to love about Peter Parker and so little to fear.
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“Are you in the Tower yet?” Peter’s voice was almost made indistinguishable by the music in the background snd the sound of laughter nearby.
“Yes,” you answered your boyfriend of one year with a laugh, “I’m in the lobby.”
“Security will let you through.” Peter’s voice grew in volume just as the laughter in the background had. “It’s…”
“…a party. And from the sounds of it, people are having fun.” You jest, slipping through security and headed toward the elevator. “You’re not in danger are you? Do you need me to use any Jedi mind tricks?”
You stepped into the elevator and pushed the numbered button for the top floors that belonged as housing suites and the penthouse party rooms.
“I may take you up on that.” Peter’s voice had lowered and the sound of clinking glasses and laughter had grown quieter. “I left the room to meet you by the elevator.”
“Aww,” you stepped back and watched the numbers rise, “you’re so sweet.”
You had shift your weight from your left foot to your right foot, briefly gazing at the heels you had chosen and their dark shade. You thought they could’ve been a dark purple or perhaps what someone would call royal blue, but as you could only see black, white and shades of grey you couldn’t be certain.
The dress you chose to wear though, was black. You knew that well enough by the shade and the intensity of it, and that had eased you some. Not knowing exactly what colours you were pairing together was eased by the security of black clothing. A bright pair of heels or a bright shirt could be easily paired and matched well enough with a pair of black jeans.
“I have one floor left.” You spoke through the phone, butterflies bursting in your belly as the elevator stopped. When the doors opened, Peter was waiting for you on the other side, his phone held up to his ear and a smile on his face.
“Hi stranger.” You spoke to Peter through the phone and to him physically, your eyes crinkling at the corners as you smiled.
“Hi beautiful.” Peter had ended the call and slipped his phone into his jean pockets, striding toward you to grab your hand.
When you stepped out of the elevator, he pulled a rather smooth move by spinning you as if he was starting a dance. With you in his arms, he kissed your cheek and whispered his excitement into your ear.
“Everyone is really looking forward to meeting you.” Peter slipped his hand into yours, your fingers interlocked. “They find it hard to believe that we’ve been dating a year and this is the first time they’re meeting you.”
“Well,” you grinned, “when your boyfriend is the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man…”
“I love you.” Peter whispered against your lips, kissing you silent as he approached the door to the party and then slowly opened it without looking.
“I love you too, Peter.” You slipped in behind him, closing the door behind you.
When you had turned, you came face to face with the scene that was the causing factor that made it hard to hear Peter. The music was provided by a DJ on a lofted stage by the windows, the bar was busy being attended by two women and a man, the stools set before the bar were filled.
The avengers that you were supposed to meet were scattered throughout the room, conversing with each other or with strangers you’d never come to meet. The life of the party and the host, or it seemed as if he was the life of the party, was Tony Stark. The man of great reputation was standing amongst a group of men and women who were grilling him on his newest technological advances, while he was pointedly staring at Peter.
“This is quite the party.” You chewed the inside of your cheek, captivated and simultaneously devastated that you couldn’t see colour. The colour in the room was probably mesmerizing and you almost longed to see what shades and vibrancy made up the entire room.
“Do you want to go?” Peter questioned, slipping with you through the crowd to the bar.
“No,” you squeezed his hand, “I’m just making an observation.”
When you had reached the bar, Peter had grabbed two glasses of Tony’s signature and featured drink. It was something summery and fruity, with the focus on peach and pineapple.
“Who are we going to meet first?” You asked, after which you had wrapped your lips around the plastic straw in the glass to taste the concoction. As the flavours of peach and pineapple, and a very strong rum hit your tongue, you were pleasantly surprised by the perfect balance between fruit and alcohol.
“Mr. Stark.” Peter downed half of his drink, a new nervousness taking hold of him.
“Pete,” you squeezed his hand and drew his attention to you, “there’s nothing to be nervous about.”
Despite your words of comfort, his nervousness hadn’t lessened. He did appear to be more relieved, yet you could still feel his anxiousness at some level. You had to wonder if it was because he had spoken about you for the last year or was it because he was afraid that there was a chance, and there was always a chance no matter who you met, that you could find your soulmate here?
“You’re right.” Peter tugged you behind him, your right hand in his and your left still holding your drink. “They’re going to love you.”
Your soft laugh was muffled by the sound of music from the DJ and the chatter of the other partygoers and you were glad for it. The soft laugh was rooted in your own anxiousness and nervousness. Your brave face was a façade to keep Peter calm, while you were internally struggling with feeling like you would be enough.
They were the world’s superheroes and you were…ordinary.
You were a recent graduate of medicine, inspired to help people when you were without powers or superhuman abilities. Your graduation put you in the position of being a registered nurse and at the young age of 20, almost 21, years old, which was only possible by compressed classes and almost no social life as well as an early graduation from high school.
You were smart enough to graduate high-school at 16, and with no social life, you were able to jump right into your chosen university program. Completing the 4 year program took a lot of blood, sweat and tears yet you made it happen.
And having Peter to help you was the best support system you could’ve had.
“Mr. Stark,” Peter called his name, breaking through the circle of bodies to introduce you to the man of hour, “this is Y/N.”
Tony Stark was a man with a reputation as big as his personality. He was a genius, who invented life changing technology that allowed Stark Tower to basically be self-sufficient and that was nothing compared to the technology he shared with the world to make it a safer place.
Or at least in an attempt to. It was no wonder then that Peter looked up to Tony Stark. It was no wonder that the genius billionaire playboy philanthropist and heroic avengers was who Peter aspired to be.
At least when it came to the avenging and the lifesaving.
“I’ve heard so much about you.” You cast your eyes on the man of the hour, ignoring the approach of two massive bodies.
“And this is Captain America and The Winter Soldier, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.” Peter addressed the two with a sliver of intimidation.
However when you looked at them, your entire world stopped. When you looked at the two super soldiers, your entire world burst into colours so bright that it almost blinded you. The influx of every colour in the room had hit you with intensity that almost knocked you onto your ass, and if it wasn’t for you holding onto Peter, you surely would’ve fallen.
You no longer saw in black and white and shades of grey, but in the full spectrum of colours. You had found your soulmates in Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, bringing you from a place of monotonous sight to a full fledged, full spectrum world unfolding in front of you.
Blonde hair that was dirtied, bright blue-green eyes and a dark blue shirt that wrapped around a solid body of pure muscles and strength.
Dark brown hair that bordered on black, cerulean eyes and a deep red shirt that framed another body of solid mass and muscle, the only stark difference between one super soldier and the next, was a metal hand.
“You okay?” Peter asked, bringing your attention back to him.
Chocolate brown eyes and dark brown hair. Pink lips that you spent hours kissing in the glow of whatever movie was on tv. The pink tint to his skin that was incredibly soft despite all the wear and tear inflicted on himself.
Tony Stark’s black hair speckled with streaks of grey, a sign of his age and his matching beard. His brown eyes that were lighter than Peter’s, brimming with wisdom that came from the mistakes of his past that shaped who he was.
And he knew.
Tony Stark knew what happened.
Steve and Bucky knew what happened.
But did Peter?
“I’m fine.” Your smile was tight and pressed. “I’m completely fine.”
You had a chance to look at the glass in your hands, the alcohol inside was darker on the bottom and lighter on top with crystal ice cubes floated on the top. The straw was deep red, as was the cherry that was held on the straw for added flavour.
You were told what colours should belong to what objects, you’d been told what distinctive shade belonged to the fruits and foods of the world but to see if for yourself.
Your dress was black. Your shoes were purple.
Your world was in full colour and you were mystified.
All because of two super soldiers.
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stucky-my-ship · 8 days ago
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imaginedreamwrite · 8 days ago
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To All The Avengers I’ve Loved Before: Part 15
Everything seemed tainted. Everything seemed as if it was tarnished by the events that proceeded in Europe. Your room was exactly as you left it, exactly as it had been when you left in a hurry including the mess of clothes that you’d thrown on the bed as options you thought about taking but hadn’t. Your bed wasn’t the only mess you’d left behind.
Your closet was ripped apart, hangars empty and some left on the carpet of the closet showing the haste in which you had packed. The frustration at the start of the mission had caused the mess, the mess in which you had returned to had brought you a sense of unease.
You were not the same person. You were damaged and tainted.
“Hey,” Peter knocked on the frame of the door, “you’re back.”
His eagerness and friendliness was pushing your feelings of anxiousness back. The youngest member of the avengers team was bright eyed and bushy tailed, still kept from the real dangerous missions that he may not come back from.
“Peter,” you turned and shuffled toward him, hugging him tightly, “I am so happy to see you.”
He stood rigid and perhaps taken back or unsure of your hug however after a moment passed, his arms wrapped around you. He hugged you back tightly, unaware of his own strength that had made you wince yet you couldn’t correct him. You’d been without human contact that was from a place of comfort and friendship for only a short while and in spite of that, had been long enough to make you want to hug everyone.
“I heard what happened-“ Peter start then stopped.
“I’m okay.” You lied straight through your teeth. “Things are going back to normal.” Truthfully, you wanted nothing to do with this room. You wanted nothing to do with anything that remained in this room.
And ‘normal’ wasn’t in your dictionary.
Not anymore.
“I’m glad to see you’re back. Did the whole…” he looked sheepish. “…letter thing work out..?”
Were you part of a polyamorous relationship?
Or was it triad?
“Yeah,” you emit a long winded sigh, “everything worked out.”
There was silence. It was a few beats and then Peter was the next to speak, bringing up the glaring yet unspoken fact.
“You’re leaving the floor. You’re moving?” Peter state then questioned.
“I feel like I have to. I feel like everything is…tainted. Do you know what I mean?”
“I understand.” Peter ran his fingers through his dark brown hair, his deep brown eyes downturned. “When my uncle Ben was killed, a lot…I know its not the same but-“
“-if’s tragedy. Tragedy breeds empathy.” You nod your head and nibbled on your bottom lip.
“You’re going with Steve and Bucky?” Peter asked another question, the intent behind the question concern and care as a sort of brother and friend.
“Yeah,” you felt the start of a shudder at the base of your spine at the thought of being in a room alone, “I can’t…I can’t be alone right now. I’ve spent…it was only weeks but-“
“You don’t need to explain yourself or your reasoning to me.” Peter flashed an empathetic smile. “I hope you’ll be okay.”
The elevator doors opened and Steve walked off, watching you two with curiosity. He had traded in the tactical gear and the dark captain America suit for a pair of sweats and a tight fitting shirt. He had clearly just showered and made his way up here, based on the water that hadn’t dried in his hair yet.
“Cap…” Peter greet Steve with a small smile, clearly still intimidated by him. “I was just-“
“I’m going to miss sharing the floor with you, Peter.” You gave him another hug, squeezing him as tightly as you could. “I know we didn’t hang out much and we were both busy, but you’re a really good friend Peter. And, given the chance, I think we’d have a relationship close to siblings.”
Why did it seem as if you were saying goodbye? Why did it seem as if this was the last chance you would have to see Peter?
You knew that wasn’t true. You knew that you would see him around the tower and would have the chance to train with him, or hang out with him. Or even do something as simple as talking.
However it felt like a goodbye.
“I thought so too.” He had to pull away and so did you. “I’ll see you around though.”
You nod your head and slowly turned, striding toward Steve while dragging your feet. You wanted nothing to do with your room yet it felt like you were losing part of yourself.
** **
“A schedule?” Your voice was a quiet whisper while you sat in the middle of Steve and Bucky’s Alaskan king sized bed, a pillow tucked to your chest and a blanket around your shoulders.
“A routine,” Bucky correct you, coming to lay beside you with his hand on your knee, “will help you heal.”
Healing, the word felt foreign.
“You were kept in a routine, even if it was a fucked up routine.” Steve approached the bed and sat upon the end, holding out a tablet for you to take.
“Why are they two options in one time slot?” You asked, tapping the screen to zoom in.
“You need a routine while also having freedom.” Like Bucky, Steve had reached out to place his hand on your body.
“8 am wake up, 9 am workout, 10 am cool down.” You spoke under your breath.
“8 am sleep in, 9 am trip for coffee and breakfast, 10 am therapy session.” Bucky read the same schedule, only the different options available for you.
“Therapy.” You frowned, your eyebrows knit together. “Stark is making me go. I don’t want to go alone.”
“You don’t have to.” Bucky moved his hand from your knee to your face, cupping your chin with his thumb and forefinger. “I talked to the therapist and she agreed that I could go with you.”
“Bucky understands more than most what you went through.” Steve moved up the bed, stretching out on your left. “This process will be long, but we’re here for you.”
“Too much freedom,” your bottom lip trembled, “and I’ll implode.”
“You won’t implode,” Bucky corrected with the best intentions meant, “it will cause you more harm than good. Too much freedom after what you went through-“
“I wasn’t taken as long as others have been. I wasn’t….do I even have a right to-“
“Yes.” Steve stopped you before you could continue. “Don’t you ever think that what you went through isn’t traumatizing. You have every right to take whatever time you need to heal.”
You closed your eyes, inhaling and exhaling slowly. The nightmares would continue, after the first one arrived while on the quinjet that took you from Europe back to New York.
“Steve,” you pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders, “can we order take out?”
Your question was quiet, your voice shaking. You were safe with them both, you were protected and cared for. You were thousands of miles away from the people, the organizations that almost turned you into a punching bag for some seedy yet rich men and women.
“Of course we can, doll.” Steve wipe a stray tear from your cheek. “We can do whatever we want.”
“We’ll watch a movie,” Bucky spoke from the other side of you, “and stay in bed.”
The two men were on either sides of you, guarding you with their bodies. They were keeping you safe with their promises and their abilities to keep you feeling secure in a place that exuded their natural warmth and charm.
“I’d like that.” Your smile was small and barely recognizable, but it was there.
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msbadass · 9 days ago
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Screaming Colors // Stucky Soulmate AU
Part Three
pairing: stucky x reader bucky x pairing steve x pairing
summary: based off the TikTok series by @SerenaIvory.
warnings; fluff, marriage stuff, kidnapping, violence, cheating, sad bucky, angst, language, fighting, potential smut, drugging.
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a/n: omg I’m so glad you guys are like this series! I’m still trying to figure out a posting schedule. I’m going to aim for once or twice a week with this series! not to sure how many chapters it will be!! I’ll be taking it at my own pace!! this is my first time ever writing a fanfic and I’m actually really proud of it. please be nice. apology ahead of time for any grammar error or typos :)
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(Y/N’s) POV
Two weeks later..
You and Steve returned to New York from your honeymoon. Happy was at the airport to pick you both up. He helped you both into the car and insisted on putting the luggage in the trunk himself. Seems like head of security misses his first job some. Or maybe just a force of habit.
You’re honeymoon was a beautiful trip but you can definitely say it didn’t go as expected.
Considering the recent events..
You were an emotional wreck the whole time. Crying whenever you had a moment alone. Which was normally in the restroom or when Steve was sound asleep. Trying to hide the fact that you were now seeing color is incredibly difficult. If not only feels like you’re lying to him, but you are lying to him. Your best friend, your husband. It was even harder to hide the fact that his best friend is the one the universe destined you to be with. Like, some sort of practical joke. Are we’re you going to tell Steve?
“I have a surprise for you.” Steve said, smiling like a little kid. Practically jumping up and down in his seat.
“Oh gosh, what now Rogers?” You questioned.
Happy came to a stop in front of a beautiful brick town house with a a big burgundy door and stairs leading up to it.
“Come on, get out I wanna show you!” He opens the door. You look towards Happy in suspension and he just gives you a wink. Obviously in the know.
You exited the car to see Steve hold up two sets of keys. “I bought it.”
“You bought it?”
He steps towards you, grabbing a hand while looking at you. “Do you remember our first date?”
You shake your head yes.
“Well, I was so excited to show you where I was from. To show you where I grew up, some of my fave places, where I used to get beat up.” He chuckled to himself. ”That day, I saw my love for my home in you. That’s when I knew you were a home to me.” He stepped closer to you grabbing your face. “So, why not plant our new life together where it was first born? Our home. Brooklyn.” He looks at you with kind eyes. Kind blue eyes, the blue eyes you used to long to see.
“Well? Can you say something?” He laughs nervously
“Wanna show my inside?”
He smiled so bright and pulled you in for a kiss. Grabbing your hand and pulling you up the steps. Pretty much dragging you.
He put the key in the lock and opened the door to a new life. A very complicated life.
A few hours later..
After Steve showed you around your new home, he had to go run a few errands. Which left you alone in this big empty town house. It was beautifully honestly. White and exposed brick walls, hardwood floors, ironing railings on the steps. Even a beautiful fireplace to keep you warm during New York winters. He must have had Pepper full furnish and decorate while we were on our trip. Everything was cozy and comfortable. She even managed to get some of the wedding pictures already framed and hung up.
Everything you own is here.
Everything Steve owns is here.
We’re together. Married.
Gosh, running and hiding from this would be the easiest plan, best way to deal with it so you don’t have to hurt Him. You could always buy a ticket to some far off country and never be seen again. No matter how much you don’t want too. You had to talk to Bucky. The both of us can’t just go on carrying this massive lie for the rest of our lives. Constantly avoiding each other as much as we possibly can. Ignoring the fact that whatever higher power wants us to be together. The dreams didn’t help. Every since your color came you’ve been dreaming of his eyes. The first blue eyes you’ve seen. A beautiful steel blue, engraved into my brain. Eyes like that only exist in fairytales.
No, this is wrong.
You should not be think about Buckys dreamy eyes.
Ugh, as difficult as it was to admit
You have to talk to Bucky.
A knock on the front door pulls your attention. You walk over and answer.
It’s a younger gentleman, maybe in his mid-twenties. Dressed in a nice suit, carrying a smaller black briefcase.
“Hi Ma’am, are you Mrs.Rogers?” The younger man asks you.
“I am, can I help you?” 
“Yes ma’am. Your husband sent me to have you sign some paperwork for him regarding the house. We just need your signature on a few forms, if you have the time.” He replied.
“Oh yes, of course. Come on in.” You said moving out of the door way, directing him towards the living room. “Make yourself comfortable.”
You both sit down on the brown leather sofa. After a few moments of casual conversation he pulls out the paperwork. He shows you where to sign and date.
“Thank you again, Mrs Rogers.” He said
“It was absolutely no trouble at all and please, call me (Y/N).” You smiled at him.
“Can I use your restroom real fast?” He asks politely
You nodded yes and pointed him in the direction of the restroom. Just a moment after you feel your phone buzzing. Pulling it up to see Steve’s contact photo. You answer.
“Hey you. You on your way home?” 
“Just picked up dinner. On my way back now. How is everything? Missing me yet?” Steve asked. You can just feel his smirk through the phone
You chuckled. “Maybe a little bit. Everything is fine here. I just finished filling out all the paperwork you had sent over.”
“Paperwork? What paperwork?” He questioned
“Just some forms the realtor needed. The man said you sent him here for my signature.”
“I never sent anyone (Y/N).” His voice is filled with worry. “Is the guy still there?”
Your blood ran cold, heart racing. “The who the hell is in our house Steve?” You whispered.
Suddenly you were grabbed with a rag held tightly to your face. Phone flying from your hand to the floor, you can hear Steve’s muffled yells. You try your best to fight and scream the man off of you but fail. You begin to fade away. Darkness consuming you..
Buckys POV
(Y/N)
She’s all he has been able to think about about since the wedding. Her beautiful eyes. The way her face lights up when she smiled or laughed. The way she carried herself with Grace. She’s not his though. Not his in the slightest. Not even at all.
She’s married
To his punk of a best friend
Her husband
Steve is her husband
Gosh those words send a bitter taste down his throat. Not saying that Steve doesn’t deserve to be happy with someone that truly loves him; but it would be his luck that his soulmate would marry his best friend.
“Maybe this is what you deserve.” He says to himself. Looking up at the reflection in the mirror. Still disgusting with who was made to be. “Yeah, this is definitely what you deserve.”
“Mr. Barnes. Sam Wilson has requested you to come to the Common area. It’s urgent.” FRIDAY announces.
Bucky throws a shirt on and makes his way down to a common area; only to see Steve completely shaken up. Sam by his side, trying to soothe him.
“What’s going on?” He’s asked Sam.
Sam looks up and nudges Steve. His eyes were filled with anger and fear. “It’s (Y/N) Buck..” Steve handing him a note. Buckys heart drops. What about (Y/N)? Is she ok? Is she hurt?? What’s going on?
With shaky hands, Bucky reaches for the note. He slowly opens it to read
“This is all just apart of the process. One world. One people” with a red handprint in the corner of the paper.
Buckys feels the blood pounding in his ears, his vision becoming disfigured as if he was looking through a fish eye lens. Rage is filling his veins. Who would do this? Why would they do this?
“We’re going to find her, Steve” Sam says, looking towards Bucky for some sort of re-encouragement.
“Let’s go get our girl back” Bucky replied.
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