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astaticworld · an hour ago
me: im writing fanfiction for the secret fatws that only lives in my head
my brain: well now you have to flesh out the missing details
me: haha, no i don't, you get vagaries and pixie dust <3
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darke-15 · 2 hours ago
Chapter 44 // Ghost Resurfaces
Three hours and counting - Chapter 44 releasing Sunday, May 9 12:00am MDT
You're caught up, right?
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“Your loyalty knows no bounds.”
“Don’t patronize me,” Boone spat with a glare, “Aftermath is simply my employer. A means to an end. But, when the game's over, all my cards are on the table and the chips are down, my loyalties lie with you.”
| Battle Scarred: Aftermath | »Darke15
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underwhelmingalchemist · 2 hours ago
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel) Additional Tags: Bucky's staring problem, Staring, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Original Locations, Delacroix - Freeform, First Dates, Falling In Love, sort of canon compliant, TFATWS SPOILERS, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Porn with Feelings, Betaed, Bookstore Date, bucky barnes is a nerd, mild LOTR references, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Gets a Hug, bucky in Delacroix Summary:
Sam realizes that he's falling in love with Bucky. What's more, Bucky might be falling in love with him. Or at least that's what he's reading in his eyes.
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baronesszemo · 5 hours ago
ahoy there Mari 💜
can i get fluff prompt 10 with Zemo braiding reader's hair please? 💜🥺
Hello there! This prompt is so cute, so I thought I'd take a break from writing my angsty fic to do this instead <3
I wrote it with a female reader in mind, but it could easily work for a male or nb reader who happens to have long hair :)
You loved it when Zemo played with your hair.
No matter how anxious, angry, or upset you’d been previously, it all seemed to melt away when you felt his fingers carefully brushing through the soft strands. You’d always end up cuddling up next to him, making you feel remarkably calm and usually a bit sleepy.
Today had been no different. You had been sitting together on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder, enjoying a very rare moment of complete peace and quiet. When you felt his hand touch the top of your head, you sighed contentedly and pressed yourself closer to him.
Zemo leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, and then shifted so he was sitting sideways on the couch, facing you. You looked to him inquisitively, and he smiled, gesturing with his finger for you to do the same as he had.
You nodded, turning your body so your lower back was leaning against his crossed legs. His fingers were running through your hair again, and all you wanted to do was fall backwards so you could lie against him.
“What are you doing?” You asked, nearly giggling though the words, as Zemo’s fingers brushed against the back of your neck. You tried to turn your head back to look at him, but one of his hands gently pressed against your cheek to stop you.
“Stop moving and let me braid your hair.” Zemo’s voice was quiet, a result of not having spoken much in the last hour.
“I didn’t know you knew how to do that,” you said, surprised by how skilled he was at this. He hadn’t pulled your hair too tightly even once, something you hadn’t experienced before while someone else was styling your hair.
“I’m a man of many surprises, liebling.” You heard his quiet chuckle as he continued his task. You couldn’t help but wonder where he learned to do such a thing, and you made a mental note to ask him about it later.
Eventually, you knew he was finished when you felt him secure the bottom of the braid with a hair tie - he’d probably picked it up after you left it lying around somewhere - before leaning into you to kiss you on the cheek.
You shifted yourself again so you could turn to face him, your cheeks warming at the sight of him smiling at you. “Beautiful,” he stated plainly, one hand moving up to hold your chin delicately.
He leaned in to kiss your lips, and you let your fingers thread softly through his hair now, feeling him sigh against you. Though you knew that soon enough, something dramatic would happen to burst your peaceful little bubble, you were happy to enjoy the time you had with him now.
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mads-weasley · 5 hours ago
Legacy: Part Five
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four
Part Five
A/N: Hey y’all! I hope you’ve had a great week! Sorry for the large gap between these few parts. I have been swamped on schoolwork because of AP exams coming up. I do not own any of these characters except (y/n)! Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!
Summary: Zemo has one plan to get to the source of the serum in Madripoor; the winter soldier. After a fiasco in low-town, the three of you run into an old ally who is willing to help you in your mission.
Warnings: mentions of blood, minor character death, typical cannon violence, angst, some fluff
(y/n) - your name
(y/l/n) - your last name
(y/n/n) - your nickname
(y/h/c) - your hair color
Italics - flashbacks
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(Y/n) pov:
As I was slowly waking up, I hear the words I never wanted to hear; “James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.” Suddenly wide awake, I shoot up out of my chair.
“No! Absolutely not! Bucky, you’re not him anymore!”
“Hey, take it easy, (y/n/n). You’re still hurt.” Bucky says softly. “As much as I hate it too, it’s the only way, doll.”
“You’re serious? James, come on! This is the same Zemo who made you fight all of us in 2016!”
Bucky stands up from his chair and walks towards me, gently grabbing my uninjured arm. He leads me away from the cabin and into the small kitchen where we could have some privacy. To my surprise, he immediately envelopes me into a hug, careful of my injuries.
Burying my face in his shoulder, I quietly ask, “Bucky, how are you actually feeling about this?
“I’m okay.” I know he’s lying because I can physically feel him tense up at the question.
“I’m terrified, (y/n). The last time I was him, I fought you, Steve, and the other Avengers.....I know I just have to act like him, but it just brings me back there.”
I pull away so I can look him in the eyes. “You didn’t have a choice then, but you do now. You’re finally in a good place. Please don’t do this Buck.”
“I hate this, but I have to. It’s the only way to find out where the serum is coming from.”
I sigh, stepping back from him to lean against the counter. “If I can’t change your mind, I’m coming with you.”
His expression hardened. “No. Absolutely not. You’re still hurt. You still have to wear a sling and have a cast on your hand!”
To make a point, I quickly take my arm out of my sling before he could stop me.
“Damn it, (y/n)!”
“See?” I move my arm around in a circle, biting back a groan because of the pain radiating from my bicep. “I’m fine!”
“You’re so damn stubborn!” He huffs before storming out of the room.
I can’t believe he’s actually going this, and I really don’t know why he’s trusting Zemo. I can’t help but think back to Berlin and all the problems surrounding our “Civil War.”
Zemo’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts. “James has informed me that you are going to be accompanying us to Madripoor. Here is your attire for the mission.” I take the dress he was holding out to me and hold it up to my figure.
“It doesn’t leave much to imagination, does it?”
“You will have to play as Smiling Tiger’s date. Sam will be playing him and James and I will be playing as ourselves.”
Scoffing at the fact Zemo thinks Bucky is only the Winter Soldier, I turn and walk into the bathroom to get changed.
The dress is upper thigh length, form fitting, dark green, and completely covered in sequins. It has a plunging neckline that makes me very self conscious of my physique. As I’m looking in the mirror, my mind wanders to the last time I got dressed up like this. Nat and I had went out for a girls night just a few weeks before the tragic mission in Lagos. She always had told me that I had to be willing to go out of my comfort zone for missions and just everyday life. Our current situation definitely qualifies as out of my comfort zone.
With every movement of my arm, it sent sharp pains through my bicep. I sneak into the kitchen and take more pain medicine without anyone else seeing, then go back to the bathroom. When I was almost done fixing my hair and makeup, I hear a knock on the door.
“Here are some shoes.” It was Bucky. I can tell he is still angry at me but I really don’t care. There’s no way I would let him go anywhere with Zemo without me, even if Sam was there.
“Thanks.” I open the door and grab the shoes as I walk past him. He grabs my uninjured hand, stopping my movement. I turn towards him and I was not expecting the look I got from him. It was like his anger had faded away as soon as he saw me.
“Wow. You look so beautiful, doll. I really like that on you.” His warmth filled eyes roamed my body and lingered where the dress was tightest on my curves. That was when I noticed the uniform he was wearing. It was very similar to the actual Winter Soldier vest that Bucky wore in D.C.
“Thanks James. I wish I could say I like yours.”
“I know. I don’t like it either.....look, I’m sorry about earlier. I just don’t want you getting hurt again.”
I nod as I sit on the seat to look at the heels he gave me. They were four inch black block heels with ankle straps. Surprisingly, they fit me perfect. Standing up, I pull the dress down, trying to cover as much exposed skin as I can.
Bucky looked like he was about to say something but stopped at the sight of Sam walking in the room. I look over to him and immediately start laughing. He was wearing a dark red suit with yellow circles and all types of decorations.
Looking to over to Bucky, I continue to laugh as a smile cracks on his face.
“Shut up, (y/l/n).”
Zemo walks in. “Time to go.”
Bucky and I haven’t said much to each other since his apology. We’re currently walking on a bridge, making our way to Madripoor.
“We have to do something about this. I'm the only one who looks like a pimp.” Sam complains.
“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward Black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man you're supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.” My eyes widen and a laugh threatens to leave my lips at Zemo’s words.
“He even has a bad nickname.” Zemo leans over and shows Sam a picture of Smiling Tiger on his phone. “Hell, he does look like me, though.
As I take a deep breath, my nose burns from some horrid scent. “You smell this?”
“Yeah, what is that? Acid?”
A car approaches us and stops about 10 feet ahead of us. As we all walk towards the car, Zemo starts talking again.
“Madripoor. No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There's no margin for error. High Town's that way. Not a bad place if you wanna visit, but Low Town's the other way.”
Bucky opens his mouth for the first time in a while. “Let me guess. We don't have any friends in High Town.”
He gets no response as Zemo gets into the car and waits for the rest of us to get in. Bucky opens the door for me and gently grabs my hand.
“Please be careful. And know I’m sorry for whatever I may have to do.”
“Always, James.” I lean up and kiss him on the cheek before getting in the car, where he gets in next to me.
Arriving in the club, I could practically feel every man’s eyes on me. It made me feel so objectified, and Sam caught onto this. He pulled me closer to him by my waist and whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” into my ear. Looking over at Bucky, I see that it’s hard for him to keep his cool at all of these men looking me up and down. Even though he is frustrated with me, and vice versa, he still is my boyfriend. We make eye contact for a short second and his eyes convey a thousand emotions.
As we’re walking through the club, the people surrounding us start to notice and chatter about who was with us; the Winter Soldier. Finally making it to the bar, a bartender approaches us, looking at Sam.
“Hello, gentlemen.......and lady. Wasn't expecting you, Smiling Tiger.”
Seeing Sam somewhat panic, Zemo saves him. “His plans changed. We have business to do with Selby.”
“What would you like, sweetheart?”
I clear my throat, “Just water please.” He gives me a weird look but hands me a glass.
This time he turns to Sam. “The usual?”
He nods and the bartender turns around and grabs a snake from a jar on a shelf. Sam looks at me with wide eyes as I suppress another laugh. The man cuts into the snake’s stomach, grabs something out of it, and drips
“Ah. Smiling Tiger, your favorite.” Zemo jabs with a smirk.
Looking extremely uncomfortable, Sam picks up his drink. “I love these.”
“Cheers, Conrad.” They clink their glasses together and Zemo drinks his shot straight away. Sam, on the other hand, just puts the glass to his lips. Getting a whiff of the strong stench, he groans, moving it to his eye level.
“Mmm.” He brings it to his lips once again but hesitates on drinking it. With a final, groan, he downs the drink while I just sip my water, trying not to laugh. Bucky subtly nods and looks away with a tiny smirk in order to stop himself from laughing too.
Eyeing Sam suspiciously, the bartender walks away. Immediately, our attention is stolen by a bald man with a bushy beard.
“I got word from on high. You ain't welcome here.”
“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me...” Zemo gestures mover to Bucky.
“New haircut?” The man asks.
Taking a breath, Zemo finishes, “Or bring Selby for a chat.”
With that, the man walks away and I find myself drawing closer and closer to Sam out of fear of what might soon happen. Zemo turns towards Bucky as he grumbles.
“A power broker? Really?”
“Every kingdom needs its king. Let's just pray we stay under his radar.” This is the first time I’ve ever seen Zemo even moderately scared over a potential adversary.
Sensing there was something he wasn’t telling us, I break my silence. “Do you know him?”
“Only by reputation. In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner.”
Within a few seconds of Zemo’s comment, another burly man walks towards us. As soon as the Baron started speaking Russian, I knew what was about to happen, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. The only thing I could do was hold onto Sam and try not to act like it bothered me.
“Зимний солдат. Атака.”
When the man placed his hand on Zemo’s shoulder, Bucky sprang into action, grabbing his hand and clotheslining him. As more men ran towards him, he continued to take them out.
Zemo leaned over to Sam and I, whispering, “Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.”
At his comment, I almost punched him but Sam gripped my waist tighter, warning me not to. As if he felt my blood pressure rising, Bucky ended the fight by slamming a man onto the counter with his hand around the guy’s neck. Suddenly, guns were being cocked all around us and Sam placed a hand on Bucky’s vibranuim arm.
“Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us.” Warns Zemo in a whisper.
He turns to Bucky. “Молодец, солдат.”
The whole bar is silent until the bartender from earlier breaks it. “Selby will see you now.”
Bucky slowly lets go of the wheezing man who then falls onto the floor. He quickly looks over at me with a look I can’t identify except as shame. I wish I could run to him and give him a hug, saying everything is okay. Sadly, we have roles to play.
As Sam and I walk closer to him, Sam asks, “You good?” All James does in response is inhale sharply and nod quickly before walking away. Having enough of the act, I reach out for his hand. I’m quickly stopped by Zemo who gives me a death stare that reads, “Stay in character.” As much as I hate it, he’s right. Taking my place on Sam’s arm, I silently pray nothing else will go wrong in our mission.
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corrieander · 5 hours ago
Fireworks: Bucky x Sarah, Chapter 9
FInally some closure! Still a few more chapters, but things are heading the right direction. If you’re following along, I posted chapters 8 and 9 today, so don’t miss that one. Thanks for reading!  
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Chapter 9
Bucky gently put Sarah down, feeling a stiffness in his muscles.
You have been a problem, Sandhurst spoke in his head. I didn’t know you were in a relationship with Ms. Wilson. That was my fault, I admit. Insufficient exception handling.
Bucky gripped the disc with his metal fingers. He would crush flesh and bone before letting someone have control of his mind.
The first few minutes are the hardest. Controlling the Winter Soldier is a challenge I’ve wanted to try. But your mind is already broken, isn’t it?
Bucky’s hand tremored. “What was the play?” he asked through numb lips. Keep the idiot talking. “Everyone knows Sam’s compromised. Nobody trusts me anyway. Not too stealthy of you.”
Sandhurst narrowed his eyes. Bucky’s fingers tremored again, a shiver that ran up his arm.
“With Wilson,” Sandhurst said, “it’s personal. How do you think Karli Morgenthau stayed off the grid? How did she cover her tracks? Keep her face off surveillance a thousand times? I did it.”
“Sam didn’t... kill her.”
“He weakened her. Made her doubt. He ended the Flag Smashers; he renewed hope in this country. Countries, greed, borders, I could make it all so much more efficient. Karli didn’t understand, but I was going to ride her vision to success.”
“So... you want to do what? Control Sam? Control the president? Won’t work.”
He gave a gruesome, secret smile. Won’t it?
Bucky felt sweat soaking his shirt. Fear sweat. He willed his fingers to crush the disc, but Sandhurst’s force was there. His hand hovered, his fingers quivering.
Sandhurst wasn’t strong enough to move his hand away yet; Bucky wasn’t strong enough to completely throw him off.
Darcy met his eyes. She shifted her gaze deliberately to a cloth pouch dangling from Sandhurst’s belt. It contained more discs.
She shifted her eyes to and fro.
Yes, Bucky got the message. She needed one of those discs in her machine to stop Sandhurst’s transmission and free the others.
Unfortunately, he was so far from being able to lunge and get one, they might as well have been on the other side of the stadium.
This was very bad.
  When Sarah began to come around—was that twice in one day?—she was crumpled on the floor. She felt Bucky’s foot under her back.
Ugh. Her head throbbed, her arm hurt. Her body might burn through anesthetic quickly, but it made her feel like dirt.
She remembered why he’d done it. He was protecting her from Sandhurst, but still...
Sarah realized belatedly that Sandhurst was talking, and it wasn’t in her head. He was right there in the room with them.
“Wilson is going to die today,” he said. “No help for it, part of the plan. You, however,” he grunted. “If I can get solid control, you would be very helpful to keep on staff. Every programmer needs to co-opt the occasional subroutine from a competitor, you know. And what are you, if not free code, free for the taker? Your brain has been used and passed around like a whore, what makes you think you can keep me out?”
Sarah burned in anger. She risked a peek.
It would only be seconds before Sandhurst realized she was awake.
She thought of Bucky catching her before she fell. She thought of him protecting Sam’s back on countless missions. Of him playing basketball in the driveway with Cass and AJ. He was part of her family and she would not let him go down this way.
In one quick motion, Sarah grabbed the knife from her pocket. The one she’d stolen when this first began.
She rolled to her knees; a flick opened the knife.
With a grimace, she drove it into Bucky’s arm. Straight through the disc.
His blood trickled off the knife and down her arm. Kind of a lot of blood.
But his face relaxed and his mouth opened with relief. He took a huge breath. There were tears in his eyes. “Thank you, Sarah.”
He charged Sandhurst and hit him in the torso. He hit him so hard, they both crashed into the huge glass windows in the front of the press box, which shattered outward. He and Sandhurst went flailing out of sight into the stands below, though Bucky threw something in the gaping window as he fell.
Sarah licked her lips and staggered to her feet.
  “That was awesome,” Darcy said to Sarah. She grabbed up the bag of discs that Bucky had wrenched off and thrown back to her. “I can see why Bucky likes you.”
She frantically got one of the discs—holding it like it was a roach—and pressed it into her modified spectrometer. “If Bucky can just keep Big Ugly occupied for a minute... and I can hack into his controls...”
She rolled her shoulders, trying to focus on her program. The disc that was now attached to the base of her neck, just over her spine, seemed to itch. She’d heard what happened to Sandhurst’s guys on the side of the highway. No way did she want to die in an explosion like that. No, sir, no, thank you.
“Okay, never mind, I can’t just hack into his system... but I can... I can probably modify the signal. It’s a point-to-point network, each node communicates with the others.”
Darcy bit her lower lip as she tried different configurations. “However, if I modify it the wrong way, it could send the kill signal. That would suck.”
Sarah raised gestured at the computer. “Don’t waste time telling me!”
Darcy smiled tensely. “Don’t worry, it helps me to talk while I work. I sound like an idiot, but I’m not. Though sometimes I wish to heaven my job involved normal daily stress and not sudden spikes of deadly danger. I need a vacation.”
“You ballsy bugger,” Darcy suddenly exclaimed. “He’s got them on a fail-safe. I mean—if the frequency stops, they’ll blow. If he dies, they’ll blow. If I take down the network...”
“They’ll blow.” Sarah twisted her hands.
Darcy typed furiously. “Which means I got to figure this out before Bucky kills him. But Sandhurst didn’t count on me, I eat gods for breakfast.”
  Bucky managed to land on top of Sandhurst, who took the brunt of the fall. His exoskeleton was still in bad shape from their fight earlier.
This part of the stands had cleared—which was half of a miracle Bucky didn’t have time to contemplate—and they leaped to their feet, both balancing on benches. Sandhurst had the higher ground, but Bucky didn’t care.
This time, Sarah was safe. No discs were nearby. Bucky just needed to keep Sandhurst busy. He didn’t hold back.
Bucky got the knife out of his arm—bless Sarah a thousand times for her quick action—and used it. It wouldn’t cut through the exoskeleton, but Bucky managed a jab at his ribs, another at his thigh.
They cartwheeled through the aisles. Twice Sandhurst tried to use his repulsors to fly away, but Bucky tackled him back to the stadium.
“No, you don’t get to leave this time.”
 Darcy began to smile. “I’m copying the signal from Sandhurst’s node. I’m going to make this one the command node. We won’t be able to use it like he could—unless you’re telepathic at all, please speak up if so—but it will keep the signal uninterrupted. No kill signal.”
“So, he’s got a disc on himself?” Sarah said. “I didn’t see one.”
“Probably hidden. Seems like they work anywhere on the body.”
“And... copied. We’re in business now.” She pointed to the disc in her spectrometer. “No more fireworks today.”
  Bucky’s fight with Sandhurst was punishing, but he didn’t let up. Couldn’t let the man regroup. Couldn’t let him control Darcy and Sarah.
Out of the corner of his eye, Bucky saw Sam coming toward them. That did seem to be Sandhurst’s hail mary.
This time Sandhurst sent Sam slicing by Bucky, catching his arm with the tip of his sharp, metal wing.
The cut stung but wasn’t too deep. Maybe Sam managed to pull back slightly?
Sam came around again, and Bucky ducked lest he get sliced across the back of his neck.
In ducking, he gave Sandhurst an opening, and got a knee in the face. He reeled back.
Sam was coming around again.
This time, as Bucky fought, he maneuvered Sandhurst’s back toward Sam. Bucky couldn’t perfectly control his position, nor could he control how Sam came for him. But Bucky thought... there might be an opportunity.
Just as Sam reach them, Bucky executed his plan.
He couldn’t count on Sam’s exact movements, but he could count on where his wings would have to be as he came at them.
Bucky surged in close to Sandhurst, nearly cheek to cheek, and threw him over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold.
Sam’s wing carved across Sandhurst’s back.
Sam was good about being in the right place at the right time.
  When Sam saw Bucky hoist Sandhurst into his path, he leaned into it. He couldn’t do much, but he’d fought for a little mental wiggle room during the fight, and now he used every inch of it.
He felt his wing slice across Sandhurst’s ribs and through the spinal column of his exoskeleton.
“Yeah!” Sam shouted. He came around, and... he was flying under his own power.
He landed next to Bucky, shield up, ready to help finish the bastard.
Sam didn’t think he’d given a killing blow, though certainly the exoskeleton was done for, but Sandhurst lay on his face now, barely moving.
There was a long flesh wound diagonally across his back, but really little more than a scratch. It wasn’t much compared to what he’d taken before, like the bullet in the leg.
Bucky reached down and cracked off what remained of the exoskeleton. Hidden under one section of the metallic spine, was a disc. Sam’s wing had cut right through it.
Sandhurst coughed and rolled himself over onto his back, looking up at them. “I lost, but so did you. You never grasped the genius of my plan.” He bared his teeth. “I want to see it...”
They both frowned. Waited.
“What do you want to see?” Sam demanded. “Cause I’m pretty sure my friend here is ready to crush you the minute I give the word.”
Sandhurst blinked, looked at Sam in confusion. “My disc... it’s offline. You’re dead. You’re all dead.”
Sam looked at Bucky. “Do I look dead?”
Bucky was still breathing heavily. “Shockingly alive, actually. Darcy must’ve done it.”
Sandhurst’s eyes blazed. He began to rise and Bucky planted a foot on his chest. “Stay down.”
  Up in the press box, Sarah was reporting to Darcy. “They got him down. Some blood but they look okay.”
Darcy exhaled long and slow, peering at the humming lines of communication visualized on her screen. “Sandhurst’s disc is definitely offline. You and I are okay; and Sam. That must mean it worked.” She tapped at the keyboard a couple more times. Her pointer finger hovered over the space bar. “The question is... I could reverse the failsafe back on him. His disc is offline but the explosive capability is still there. One tap and it’s done. He’s dangerous, for sure. But I know Jimmy would say we need to do it right—”
Sarah bumped Darcy’s hand out of the way. Slapped the button.
“Whoops,” Sarah said, deadpan. “My bad.”
End of Chapter 9
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corrieander · 5 hours ago
Fireworks: Bucky x Sarah, Chapter 8
I had so much fun writing the next two chapters! I think I’ll post both today, since they really do go together. Happy Saturday!
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Chapter 8
Sarah heard Sandhurst’s voice in her head when he was ready to enact his plan.
She wrapped her arms around Sam’s neck—with relief more than anything—and they soared out of the wretched prison they’d been in all afternoon.
She was, of course, concerned about what was coming next, but the rush of wind against her sweaty skin was delicious. For a moment, she just closed her eyes and enjoyed it.
Her shirt fluttered and her braids swung. Fresh air!
They soared toward the football stadium where a sign said, “Home of the Cougars.”
She could hear the president speaking, “There are many who might be surprised at what I’m saying. There are many who want to stop this unification. They told me to cancel this event, they told me there’s a psychopath who wants to scare us into retreat. Into submission! But I said no.”
The crowd roared in approval.
“Don’t like this,” Sam murmured.
“He even got ahold of Captain America, but I said no. No terrorist will get the best of me, and he won’t get the best of you!”
Sam’s wings beat against the air as they rocketed over the press box. Bucky! She saw him standing on the roof in black, looking right at them. His hand was to his ear as he spoke.
He bent his knees. Would he jump up to grab them, to stop Sam?
At the last second, he shook his head, looking pained.
Sarah lost sight of him as Sam’s trajectory cut to the left. The only thing higher than the stadium were the huge racks of lights.
Sarah nearly screamed, thinking that Sandhurst was going to crash the two of them straight into the frames and glass and wiring. At the last second, with a burst of height, they swooped over and Sam dropped her.
This time Sarah did scream, but she only fell a few feet before landing hard on her back. There was a small platform with rails for those who needed to service the lights, and her teeth clanked together painfully as she hit.
Her momentum made her roll. She was going to fall again—!
But she was able to grab one of the poles of the railing. She dangled. She tried to get a better grip on the pole with her sweaty right hand. With her left, she grasped the edge of the platform.
Her feet kicked uselessly. Her hands burned. She could tell she didn’t have Sandhurst’s weird power keeping her hands attached. It was all her. If she let go, she would fall.
With a chill, she realized that if Sandhurst made her let go, she would also fall.
Would he...?
A panicked glance down showed that she was still far, far above the stands. Even if the people below wanted to catch her, it would be bad.
But it seemed to be chaos below. A few were pointing up to her. If they were screaming or yelling, she couldn’t tell. Her senses were centered in her hands.
Don’t let go.
  Bucky’s heart nearly stopped when Sam dropped Sarah. He was already running the length of the press box as she screamed and nearly fell into the concrete stands far below her. He gauged the distance. His mind highlighted the ledges and angles he could use to get to her.
Sam was diving toward the stage.
Bucky knew, in a back part of his brain, that Sandhurst put Sarah in danger for this very reason. He assumed Bucky would spend valuable minutes ensuring her safety.
He was right.
Bucky jumped off the press box. He ran along the top of the third tier of stands.
But despite the chaotic noise of the crowd, now frightened and in danger of a crushing attempt to flee, he swore he could hear each shot by the secret service men as they began to fire at Sam.
They opened fire as Sam dove toward the stage. Monica was crouched over the president. Sam was using his shield to deflect bullets. Bucky didn’t think he’d been shot yet.
Damn Sandhurst for using Sam this way. For making Bucky choose.
Bucky sprinted along the edge of the curve of the stands until he was finally near the light.
The only comfort, as the firefight continued far below him and the crowd grew more panicked, was that Sam would unequivocally order him to save Sarah first.
Hang on, baby.
  Sam fought Sandhurst’s control, but it was like sand in his eyes, like a splinter under a fingernail, like growing pains when he lay in bed as a kid—no matter how you tried, you just couldn’t get a handle on it.
It hurt, it ached, it itched... where the hell was it? It was a slippery clamp on his brain.
His only comfort was that he was unarmed. Sandhurst wasn’t making him fire at the president, or, heaven forbid, at the innocent crowd. Instead, Sandhurst had him swooping toward the stage and sometimes towards the press and nearby stands, but always back towards the president.
Sam’s flight grew jerkier and more perilous the longer it went. Was Sandhurst getting tired? Distracted? Where was he?
Bullets coming at him. Nearly impossible to scan the stadium.
Sam didn’t even realize right away that his hands were free. He was automatically using the shield to protect himself.
The president was still crouched on the stage, a woman huddled over him. Her body seemed to ripple fluidly.
“Get him out of here!” Sam shouted. Could anyone hear him over the din?
 Bucky was nearly below Sarah. There were spindly metal rungs on the pole leading to the stadium lights.
He flew up them three at a time.
Didn’t bother to get on top of the platform. Used the poles and edges to go hand over hand to Sarah.
As her right hand slipped...
Bucky grabbed her wrist.
  Sarah’s gaze was locked between her feet. The risers below her. This was going to hurt.
Her fingers were nearly numb from exhaustion. Couldn’t grip any tighter.
Her eyes clenched shut.
But instead of a rush and crunching pain, a warm hand locked around her wrist.
Sarah’s head snapped up.
“Hey, Sarah.” Bucky said. He hung from his metal arm, and his real hand was holding onto her. His smile was affectionate, warm.
From adrenaline, from fear, from joy, Sarah laughed. “Good—good timing,” she gasped. She also felt tears on her face.
“I’m good like that,” he grinned. “Okay, I’m going to raise you higher. Hold onto me, best as you can. Then I can swing us to the ladder.”
The muscles in his arms bulged as he raised her up. Sarah wasn’t short or light, but he didn’t seem to struggle. When she could, her free hand reached around his neck, he swung a little, and she wrapped her legs around his. He made sure her hands were locked around his neck, then shifted hand over hand to the ladder.
“Have to admit,” he said, his mouth near her ear, “this isn’t the worst.”
Sarah huffed.
  Bucky took them down the ladder as fast as possible. As much as he loved the feeling of Sarah wrapped around him, this wasn’t the moment, and he was horribly aware that Sandhurst might make her swan dive into the parking lot at any second.
At the bottom, with both their feet planted on a safe walkway, she breathed. “Oh, Bucky. I was scared.”
“I know.” Bucky smoothed a hand over her forehead and cheek. “It’s going to be alright.”
Bucky felt her body tense up. Her face froze.
Sandhurst was taking control again.
Bucky winced. “Sorry about this.” She didn’t have time to react before he stabbed the needle through the sleeve of her shirt, into her upper arm.
Her eyes flickered fearfully downward, but in a few seconds, her face relaxed and she slumped into him.
The sedative was fast acting. Sandhurst couldn’t do anything to her when she wasn’t conscious. Jimmy had passed out these quick-inject vials, with the plan to sedate anyone with a disc.
Bucky still wanted to get to Sam, but he had another job. He hoisted Sarah up and ran back toward the press box. “Darcy, I got a disc. I’m bringing it to you. You gotta figure out how to disable these things.”
  Jimmy Woo knew when he was outclassed. Monica was protecting the president from stray ricochet bullets. Her body wavered occasionally; the president would be dead from friendly fire if not for her.
Jimmy’s chances of getting to Sam Wilson were slim to none—the man was darting down at them again and again like a bird of prey tearing strips of flesh from a carcass.
The aisles of the stadium were thronged with people. Others were trying to jump downward from row to row, but there were too many people. The tunnels that led out of each section were packed. People were being crushed against walls and railings. Somebody fell from an upper section.
Jimmy hunkered at the foot of the stage. He slithered up onto the stage and nearly into Monica’s arms. “I need this.” He grabbed the microphone headset the president wore and slid it off his head.
Sam whipped by. Jimmy dropped back to the grass field, narrowly avoiding beheading by shield.
He blew in the mic. It was live.
Holding the little wire up to his mouth, knowing this was probably stupid, but determined to try, he yelled, “QUIET!”
His voice echoed over the stadium, but he didn’t give himself time to freak out about it. He began to run—nearly double—toward the nearest edge of the field. “Quiet!” he said again.
The fight still continued, but unless he was much mistaken, the noise from the stands did seem to pause for a moment.
“This is the FBI. We will get everyone out! But a stampede will kill hundreds.” He knew not everyone could possibly hear him, but maybe enough would. “Don’t push. Don’t yell. Look around.”
He tried to remember the instructions he’d read about crowd control. “Look for children. Look for the elderly. Don’t let them fall.”
He knew crowds could be heroic. People were scared, they needed to be reminded. He saw that many other security—FBI, local police, national guard—were trying to direct the flow.
“There are officers near you. Wait your turn. If you’re falling, hold out your hands. If you see hands, pull them up.”
Jimmy climbed the stairs two at a time to the nearest stands where he saw a national guardsman.
Jimmy saw people looking around, shushing those around them.
He saw adults grabbing the hands of kids nearby, the kids who’d been brought for the meet-and-greet with the president.
He saw one man dangling from the highest level of the stands, but at least three people were pulling him back up.
He put the mic wire down. He was panting. The guardsman spared him only a quick glance. “Get back on it,” he snapped. “Keep talking.”
Jimmy took a deep breath.
  Bucky got quickly back to the press box where Darcy was set up. He jerked open the glass door and maneuvered in sideways so as not to hit Sarah’s head. It was shockingly cold inside.
Darcy was typing furiously on her keyboard. Only her fingers weren’t quite on the keys. Was she fake typing?
Bucky frowned. “Darcy, can you get the disc off—”
She turned towards him, and he realized he’d missed the only clue he was going to get. Her eyes were panicked.
He was already too close.
She slapped a disc on his good arm, where it was wrapped around Sarah’s shoulders. His arms, full of Sarah...couldn’t block in time.
Sandhurst stepped out of the next room, a bloody bandage wrapped around his leg. “Hello, Mr. Barnes.”
End of Chapter 8
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kerriss · 6 hours ago
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson Additional Tags: Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Disabled Character, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Spoon Theory, Fluff and Angst, Counselor Sam Wilson Summary:
The day after the cookout Bucky wakes up and feels like he's been through something. The idea of doing something or talking to anyone sounds painful. He doesn't know why he feels this way. He had a good time at the party, it was great, the company was great. He wonders if there's something wrong with him.
Sam's got a good understanding of things from his days as a counselor and helps explain a few things that will hopeful help Bucky.
One Shot
Trigger warms: TW:Food, TW:Internal Ableism, TW:Ableism, depictions of burn out and executive disfunction
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ellethecalm · 6 hours ago
I did a thing.
Sarah and Bucky fic.
Confusion and hilarity at the breakfast table when Bucky asks Sarah what she’s been working on late at night in her room.
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tofandomhellandback · 6 hours ago
Bucky x Sarah - The Nanny AU
Sarah is the rich widow with two kids to take care of. Bucky is the broke disabled veteran without any childcare experience but Sarah's children fall in love with his metal arm instantly.
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wintersoldierwhore · 9 hours ago
𝔬𝔣𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 - 𝔟𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔶 𝔟𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔰
part 5 of the ‘positions’ series
(you can read these in any order, none of them are linked)
summary: after suffering the trauma of your boyfriend’s fatal accident, you feel love isn’t possible, but Bucky proves it is.
taglist: @missroro @amateureng @toolateforhappiness @summerdaughter @wendyswildwonders @blowing-mikey @homesicam @violet-amethyst-sky @babygirlwilly @hsbavery
warnings: mentions of death, angst into fluff
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“Hey, doll.” Bucky entered your room, after knocking to check if you were decent. He’d done this routine every Saturday, waking you up early to ask if you wanted to train. Everyone had a partner to train with, and considering the pair of you were handy with knives, you were training buddies. Some Saturday’s you’d say yes, throwing a few knives with him, but most Saturday’s resulted in a sad Bucky leaving your room.
“I probably know the answer,” Bucky mentioned, folding his arms and leaning on the wooden door frame, “but do you wanna train?” You sat up from the bed you’d not left since 6pm yesterday. Steve would often come up with food, practically forcing you to eat.
Shaking your head, you smiled disappointingly at him before tucking yourself back in. He couldn’t be mad at you wanting to close yourself off, he would do it if he’d been through what you have. He’d been in a similar situation, but not quite. He just wished he could talk to you, get you out of bed for a few hours, at least.
“Nothing?” Steve questioned his friend, Bucky shaking his head in defeat. Sitting beside him on the couch, Bucky sighed heavily. Steve placed a reassuring hand on Bucky’s shoulder, feeling quite empathetic for him.
Steve was aware of Bucky’s years-long crush on you. Since you’d joined 3 years ago, he’d had heart eyes for you. But you were unavailable. You’d joined as a duo — with your boyfriend. The pair of you were the saviours of your hometown of Ohio, and the Avengers had scouted you to join them. The both of you were well-trained in combat, having met at a boxing gym. You were more knife savvy and stealthy, whereas, your boyfriend couldn’t miss a shot. So you were able to be both long range and short range.
Bucky’s growing crush had increased more as the months passed, seeing you being flirty, no matter who surrounded you or what you were doing. It sickened him. You were so sweet, truly carrying for Bucky, and he couldn’t have you. He tried giving up on his unrequited love, but he just couldn’t. You were too kind to him, it made him fall over and over again. Steve had helped him to at least cope with his feelings, and be able to work around you. You’d formed a pretty good friendship through training and in battle.
You remembered it like it was just a moment ago. One minute you were holding off a small group of soldiers, swiftly slicing them with your knife, your boyfriend trailing closely behind you with an P90. Next minute, he was a bloody mess in your arms, an inch within his death. You didn’t let him go for 24 minutes, Bucky finally prying you off of him. You’d lost everyone in your life — and now him. Love didn’t seem possible at this point, so you’d focused on your career, keeping your lover in your heart.
Bucky knew you’d become completely off limits the second you introduced your boyfriend to him, but even more so now, now that you were mourning your love. He chose to be there for you more than he was before, providing distractions for you, inviting you to training sessions, taking you out for lunch. And it worked, sometimes, but other days weren’t so great. You’d become bed bound from this heartache, and even after a year without him, it still hurt now and then. There would be nights when Bucky would hear your cries of pain, and come to comfort you, eventually the both of you would fall asleep together. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about Bucky romantically this past year, but you threw it off as grief for your boyfriend. It would always lead to the inevitable question — were you ready for a relationship?
“I know it’s harsh to think about, but it’s been a year now,” Steve mentioned, “you need to make some sort of move.” Bucky sighed heavily, for the millionth time today. He knew Steve was right, but how? How could he make a move on a girl still grieving her boyfriend?
It was as if Steve read his mind, “ask her out to dinner, clearly training isn’t working.” It was a good idea, and a good suggestion, too. He’d taken a walk back to your room, preparing the cocky side of himself to appear. You were still tucked into bed, this time with your phone in your hands. You weren’t always this down, it was just one of your bad days.
“Seeing as you won’t train with me,” he began, sitting on the side of your bed, “will you come to dinner?” You rolled over to face him, your head on your hand and your messy hair covering your face. He caught sight of your weak smile, and a nod following shortly after.
The shower felt good, running your finger through your, now smooth, hair felt better. You’d found a casual yet nice outfit to wear, meeting Bucky in the lobby of the compound. Being out of the comfort of your own bed felt weird, you felt cold and out of place. Guilt and grief were weighing down on you, already exhausted from just showering.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, doll.” Bucky called out as he approached you, jacket in hand and RayBans perched upon his nose. He gave you a small squeeze, leading you to his car. You sat in the passenger seat, taking in the fresh smell. For an old man, he sure had a modern taste in cars.
He’d driven to a diner, one you’d been to many times with him. And you liked that he kept going here, you were obsessed with their onion rings. Bucky’s hand held yours the entire night, making sure you were safe and okay. It felt... nice. But you got the occasional feeling that you were cheating. That your boyfriend would be watching over you in tears that you’d moved on from him.
You pushed any negative thought you had to the back of your mind, and decided to enjoy the evening. You’d eaten more tonight than you’d eaten the past few days. Bucky always knew how to make you laughed, and make you feel comfortable. It definitely beat being alone in bed. However, when you’d gotten home, you began to freak out. You didn’t think you could move on from your boyfriend, you didn’t think you’d love the same way again after him. In a frenzy, you’d texted Bucky.
Tonight was nice, but I can’t do this.
He was expecting it, to be frank. He knew you’d panic over just being in a date setting. And as much as his heart was broken, he respected you more than anything. The next few nights were filled with awkward interactions for the both of you, Steve asking you both about the date. To which you’d both responded, “yeah, great.”
Tonight, you’d found yourself in bed, per usual, needing to feel someone’s touch. Just a hug, or something. Wrapping your arms around yourself wasn’t doing it. It was 3.39am, would Bucky be awake? The answer was yes. He was throwing punches at a punching bag in one of the training rooms. Nights were he couldn’t sleep, this is where you’d find him.
Hey, could you come up here?
That was the scariest thing you’d done, and you fought bad guys for a living. Nonetheless, Bucky trailed upstairs with his phone in his hand and met you in your room. Just for you to say, “I needed a hug.”
He’d fallen into your arms with ease, who in their right mind would turn this down? He held you, feeling you shift until your were comfortable. His arms felt tighter than your boyfriend’s, you felt safer. It was harsh to admit, but it’s true. In a moment of pure peace, you couldn’t get your mouth or brain to shut up.
“I’m sorry for that text the other day,” you whispered, your lips a centimetre from his neck, “I didn’t think I should be moving this fast, I was scared to think I had feelings for you. But I do. I’m just terrified to get into another relationship.” You were painfully honest, and he loved it.
“I’ve got you. I’m never going to ask you to forget him, or get over him, but I want you to give this a try. I promise you, till the day I die, I will love you endlessly. If you let me.” He spoke his mind, holding you closer as he said so. A tear fell, not thinking you’d hear those words ever again.
“It’ll be hard to let someone else in.” You confessed, looking up at him. His thumb swiped over your tear, ridding it from your face.
“I’ll wait for you, I swear.” He repeated. You knew he meant it. Bucky was always truthful with you, he respected you. It would be a shame to let him down. So you’d didn’t. As promised, you took it slowly.
There would still be nights where he held you, hoping to let you cry out your pain on his shoulder. You still had days where you were stuck in bed, but it was nothing a little breakfast and kisses couldn’t fix.
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wxnda-maximxff · 11 hours ago
strawberry pancakes // bucky barnes
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DESCRIPTION: Lily Osborne and Bucky Barnes were never blessed with an easy relationship. Whether it be emotional trauma, or Lily's parents trying to be evil scientists. But they somehow made it work, after coming together once again after the birth of Lily's nephew. They were smooth sailing for a while. He proposed, they got engaged, but have yet to marry. While also juggling raising a teenager together as Hunter reaches the age of 16 now. All the while struggling with adjusting to their new lives in Long Island, balancing careers. Meanwhile, Lily struggles with the new found fame of being the fiancé of The White Wolf; and handling the tabloids critiques on her life and gossip columns digging up any information they can on her. While trying to maintain a low profile; and handle her life as it is. And becoming parents. Lily for the second time, while Bucky, well, this is his first attempt at a biological child. All the while a new threat from their past rises up once again, blind siding the family. Bringing forward old hatchets that had been buried, and putting their relationship at risk once more.
DISCLAIMER:  I do not own any original Marvel characters! All canon plots and canon characters belong to Marvel Comics and Marvel Studios. This is an original work. You may not publish it anywhere else
STATUS: Unedited
NOTES: Takes place after endgame. I have elected to ignore Tony's death and Steve's leaving. Did not happen. Quick Reminder! My works are only published here, AO3 and on Wattpad, thank you.
Chapter One: The One With The Dinner
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 2241
    “Who does that woman think she is?” Lily exclaimed as she burst into the Barnes residence, “Telling me I need to calm down. She called my fiance a terrorist.” The blonde fumed, storming into the kitchen to start making dinner.
“Doll what’re you doing?” Bucky sighed as he set Stella down, following the woman into the kitchen, “We have the conference tonight. Remember?”
Lily dropped her hand from the cupboard, placing her face into her hands. She had forgotten that Bucky and she had an Avengers conference dinner that they had to attend. The dress she wore was sitting in their room, calling for her to go put it on. She could feel the pressure laying on her shoulders from the level above her. The blonde turned her head, meeting Bucky’s eyes. He looked sorrowful and sympathetic, knowing that Lily wanted to stay home more than ever.
“Is that tonight?” Hunter asked as he joined the others in the kitchen, “Did we agree that Stella and I were coming?”
“Yeah, why don’t you start getting ready,” Bucky began, “Take Stella with you to her room. I’m just gonna talk to mom quickly.”
Hunter nodded and took his little sister from Bucky’s arms, glancing back at his mother as he walked up the stairs to the second floor of the house. Lily leaned back against the counters of the kitchen, her face still resting carefully in her hands as she attempted to calm herself down. The entire day had been something out of a nightmare for Lily, especially when she learned about what happened at Hunter’s school. The anxiety in her skyrocketed, and she wondered what everyone around them thought of the two’s relationship. About Bucky raising two children. Marrying an “all-American girl”, or so the tabloids had been saying over the last few years when the public got a hold of their relationship and Lily’s story.
“I know you hate these, baby,” Bucky whispered, walking towards the blonde and placing his hands on her shoulders, “I know. I’m sorry.”
“It’s been a very, very long day,” Lily whispered, removing her hands from her face and staring up at the man, “Don’t apologize. Let’s just...let’s just go get ready.”
“Wait wait,” Bucky sighed, taking Lily’s hands and pulling her closer to his chest, hand moving to the side of her face.
“What’re you doing?” She sighed, tilting her head into his hand.
“Jus’ lookin’ at ya,” he purred, Brooklyn accent pushing through, “My beautiful, beautiful, fiance.” The brunette cooed, bending down and pressing a gentle and barely-there kiss to Lily’s lips.
Laughing softly at his words, Lily squirmed from Bucky’s grip, “Sam’s right. You have a staring problem.” She teased, poking her fingers into the brunette’s stomach before turning towards the stairs.
Lily sighed as she readjusted her black peacoat. Her hands dusted off the satin material of her dark green dress that had a black lace pattern along the entirety of it. After readjusting herself, Lily bent down to Stella’s height, smiling softly at her beaming daughter. The four-year-old wore a white dress with a baby blue floral pattern along the entirety of it, white tights on her legs, with bright white ballet flats as well. Her dark brown locks pulled into a bun, a baby blue flower pinned onto it.
“You do love dressing up, don’t you?” Lily cooed, pressing a kiss to her daughter’s cheek before standing up, running her hand through her curled blonde hair, “Shall we?”
“That makes one of us,” Hunter muttered as he readjusted the white dress shirt he wore, glaring over at the crowd gathered in front of the building, “I feel like a clown right now.”
Lily chuckled softly at her son and ruffled his tousled blonde hair, before picking up the four-year-old girl. The dinner was being held in Gotham Hall, a beautiful place where the Avengers were gathering to recognize a few that were retiring, and welcoming more who were joining in on the initiative. It was a televised event, and each Avenger was individually introduced to the hall, including the families. Meaning Lily, Hunter, and Stella were being introduced alongside the White Wolf, aka Bucky Barnes.
“Did we remember to tell Tony to have the chef make Stella chicken fingers? She won’t eat what’s on the menu.” Lily sighed, following Bucky as they walked towards the entrance, smiling at a few of the paparazzi and fans.
“I told him, as did Steve. Mostly because we had to ensure that Leo also got chicken fingers.” Bucky chuckled, hand resting on the small of Lily’s back, other arm slung around Hunter’s shoulder.
The family waved and smiled as they walked down the sidewalk, shielding Stella’s eyes from the bright lights. Friday night in New York was already an insane time, and with an Avengers event, it only grew more hectic. Which is not always the best for a four-year-old who was not the biggest fan of large crowds. Hence why she thrived in the countryside in Long Island, enjoying her time alone or with a few of her close friends. It sometimes freaked Lily out just how much the girl was like her father. But warmed her heart at the same time.
“Let’s go find our seats,” Bucky whispered in the blonde’s ear as the four walked into the hall, making their way through the halls towards the dining area, finding their seats with Sam and Steve.
“Well look who decided to show up,” Sam chuckled as he embraced Bucky, kissing Lily on the cheek, “You lot clean up well, hm?”
“Your girlfriend cleans up better than you,” Bucky teased as he embraced Rose, kissing his fiances sister on the cheek as well before taking a seat next to Lily, “Even Leo looks better than you.” He teased, winking at the five-year-old boy across the table.
“He was being nice Buck, c’mon,” Steve chuckled, clapping the man on the shoulder before smiling as Natasha joined the table, “Now the whole families together again.”
“Oh don’t go pestering cyborg, I looked at the playlist Tony made,” Sam chuckled, sitting at his seat, “He’s got Marvin Gaye on there. Might be the thing that sends robocop over the edge.”
Lily chuckled and shook her head, pouring a glass of water for Stella and placing a straw that was on the table in it. She loved hearing the banter between the three and laughing at Rose and Nat’s interjections. Lily herself was not the best at bantering back and forth with them all, but apparently, a few of her quips were some of the funniest things said. Hunter as well. Neither of them were big talkers, which is why the two never really enjoyed the events that they had to attend.
“When are they doing introductions? Just to prepare Stella for the camera that comes zooming around,” Lily hummed, catching Bucky’s attention, “You know she freezes when they come by.”
“We’re up first,” Steve commented, sipping his whiskey, “So it’ll be done and over with quickly.” The blonde chuckled, pinching his goddaughter’s cheeks gently, “But they may be doing interviews. Tony sent an email.”
Lily glanced to her side, watching Bucky turn his head away from her gaze and focus on the whiskey he himself had. The blonde shook her head, focusing her mind on the water in her own glass. Hunter seemed to go a bit pale as well, most likely worrying he’d have to speak. Lily nudged Bucky’s arm, nodding towards Hunter. The brunette nodded, turning to the boy and whispering to him. Lily sighed softly, watching Hunter relax at his words.
Time went on and Lily felt herself relax a bit. But when the camera crew entered, her anxiety skyrocketed once again. Bucky’s hand rested on her thigh, the coolness of the metal seeping through her satin dress, causing goosebumps to pop up along her skin. Stella was busy on Lily’s phone, too distracted to really see the cameras entering and everyone setting themselves up. Lily pursed her lips and turned to Bucky, looking up at him through her lashes. The older man bent down and pressed a kiss to the woman’s forehead, soothing her nerves. Or at least trying to, as the cameras made their way over.
“Welcome everyone to the annual Avengers Dinner!” The announcer chuckled, her voice radiating through the speakers around the room, “Let’s start this legendary night with the star of the show, Captain America!” She grinned, “Or, should I say. Captain Americas.”
Lily sighed softly as she watched Stella lift her head, dropping Lily’s phone into her lap. The blonde rested her hand on her daughter’s shoulder, squeezing gently as the cameras made their way towards the table. The announcer plastered on an obviously fake smile that made Lily want to leave the room, but she stayed silent as she came closer.
“Look at this lovely group,” she chuckled, “Steve Rogers, always an honour to see you here. Alongside the ever ravishing Black Widow, aka, Natasha Romanoff. And who do we have here? Sam Wilson, aka Captain America, and fashion designer Rose Osborne! With her little one.” The redhead grinned, gesturing to the group before turning her attention to the family of four, “And last, but not least, the Barnes. James Barnes, the now-retired White Wolf, with his stunning fiance, Lily Barnes. Have you two tied the knot officially yet?” She asked, lowering the mic to Lily.
The blonde flushed a deep red, chuckling softly, if not awkwardly, “Not yet.” She stated simply, readjusting in her seat.
“What’s the holdup? We’re all dying to know!”
“Just been busy.” Lily hummed, glancing over at Stella, who was staring down at her lap.
“How could I forget! You two have your own kid,” she hummed, glancing over at Hunter, “Kids, sorry. Stella and Hunter correct? How do you two feel about the announcement tonight?”
Bucky jumped in, taking over as he saw Lily’s confused face, “Walker has had a past. But I’m sure he’ll do great. Especially with some reinforced supervision.”
“Walker!?” Lily whisper yelled, pushing open the front door, “What the hell is Tony thinking?” She muttered, dropping her purse as she cradled Stella’s head on her shoulder.
“We tried to talk him out of it.” Bucky sighed, nodding up the stairs for Hunter to head up to bed.
“It’s ridiculous,” Lily sighed, following her son up the stairs, Bucky following close behind, “Was what happened nothing to him? He decapitated a man in a town square.” The blonde continued, walking into Stella’s room, slowly stirring her, “Darling wake up, gotta get you into PJ’s.”
“He redeemed himself near the end of it all,” Bucky sighed, pulling pyjamas out of his daughter’s dresser, “Maybe that counts for something in Tony’s books.”
Lily had her own personal reasons to resent the man. Whenever there was a function where he attended, he was always a bit friendly with the blonde. Bucky mostly stepped in before it got too far, but still, it made Lily uncomfortable regardless. But above all of that, the events that happened with the Flagsmashers was something that Lily couldn’t get past. Bucky had gone to help with the entirety of the ordeal but ensured to keep in constant contact with Lily, who was sitting at home, pregnant as can be.
She remembered the day he came home like it was yesterday.
Lily watched the TV with relief in her eyes. She watched Sam’s speech with pride, her heart swelling at his words. She had always admired Sam, and watching him officially take up the mantle was something Lily would remember for decades to come. Her hands rested on her swollen stomach, counting down the minutes before she could see her boyfriend walk through the door of the Manhattan home they still lived in.
Lily made her way to bed, laying uncomfortably in it. She didn’t remember how she was able to sleep when pregnant with Hunter, but the baby currently growing inside of her was making her want to turn back the time and keep Bucky at bay that night she was positive was the day the fetus was conceived. Though she knew deep down, she would want to relive that night time and time, and time again. As she tossed and turned, the blonde wondered if Bucky was still directly in the middle of the city.
When the door opened, she felt herself almost float up from the bed. Turning her head, the blonde jumped from the bed and walked towards the man, not hesitating to kiss him deeply as his hands found her cheeks. When they broke apart, he dropped to his knees and pressed his lips to Lily’s seven-month pregnant belly.
“Please tell me the arrested walker,” she whispered, running her hands through Bucky’s brown hair, “Please.”
“They didn’t...I’m sorry my love.” He whispered, standing to his feet, “We don’t know what’s going to happen with him.”
Three years later, they figured out just what would happen to Walker. He’d be given the same privileges as people who had saved the world countless times, including that of Lily’s fiance. It sat heavily on Lily’s shoulders as she undid Stella’s hair, placing the elastic to the side and running her nimble fingers through the dark tresses as Bucky helped the young girl get changed into her pyjamas.
After the two tucked their daughter into bed and undressed into pyjamas themselves, and climbed into bed, Lily let out a heavy sigh. Not only was the Walker situation heavy on Lily’s mind, but the announcer’s comments on the state of their engagement did also as well. She never really thought about it. The two had been busy, there was no time for them to really sit down and properly plan a wedding. But then again...Steve and Nat had been able to. Their own rehearsal dinner was in a week. They had gotten engaged about six months ago. Lily and Bucky...they had been engaged for two years.
Yet legally, they weren’t married. And it worried her.
“Why haven’t we gotten married yet?”
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theinfinitybucky · 13 hours ago
Welcome Home (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
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Request: May i request a Bucky x reader where Bucky having to go on a year long undercover mission. On his way home the reader, his wife, is super excited and terrified to introduce him 2 month old daughter to him when he gets home. Bonus points if he doesn’t know about the pregnancy
Warnings: Pregnancy? Babies? Angst, fluff? idkkkkkkk
Author’s Note: I’ve never had children, am not a huge fan of kids, so if I make the kid act like a pet/I don’t interact with kids much so... I apologize. I also wrote this on Tumblr and did it pretty quickly so #oops to any mistakes
B/N = baby name
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It had been over almost a year since Bucky left for an undercover mission in Albania. You hadn’t heard a peep from him or anything through the wires of SHIELD. You would have guessed he was dead. A part of you still lingered on a glimmer of hope.
Your daughter held the fingers of your left hand as you walked down the street of your quiet neighborhood. The carriage rolled over the uneven sidewalk, lulling her to sleep. It was such a sharp contrast from a few years ago when you and Bucky had just met. That was back when he was the Winter Soldier and attempted to murder you and Natasha in the SHIELD headquarters.
The circumstances shifted quickly. The blip happened. Bucky had turned to dust. The memory seared into your mind like nothing else in your life. You could never forget that day. It was not that Bucky had even been that close of a friend. The major problem was that neither of you had ever spoken to each other about how you felt. Of course, there was the occasional flirtatious smirk or suggestion of liking the other. It still never amounted to anything.
When Bucky got back, the world had changed. You were done with being an Avenger. It was too traumatic to continue fighting people. Bucky on the other hand was able to keep up with it. You had discussed that it was the only way to keep him in his right mind. He said that it enabled him to make good connections and erase old negative ones. You did not disagree with his conclusion.
The only issue was when Bucky asked you to marry him and he still had to go on missions. You spent too much time worrying about your husband. At this point, you weren’t sure he was ever coming back. Before you kissed him goodbye, you had a funny feeling in your stomach. It was soon revealed that you were pregnant after mornings of terrible nausea.
Natasha wanted to call him back from the year long mission, but you said no. You wouldn’t allow it to happen. The stakes were too high. Your daughter was born and Wanda helped you through the delivery. You remembered crying when you first met your child. The pain of giving birth was all worth it for this little ray of sunshine.
Your daughter was cooing and you laughed as you shook a toy for her to play with. You were laughing to yourself when you heard a familiar voice call your name. You looked up and saw Bucky walking toward you. He was a little beaten up, but the shock off seeing him overtook you.
“Y/N?” His voice came out gravely.
“Bucky?” Your voice choked up at the sight of him.
He ran over to you and his lips collided with your own. Longing and intensity filled the air. He held your face to his own and you melted into his arms. He had to hold you up from your legs going weak. He smiled into the kiss and pulled away to laugh.
Bucky’s eyes drifted form
“You were pregnant? You should have told me, Y/N.” His voice didn’t hold anger. Just sadness.
“Do you want to meet your daughter?” You asked softly.
“I would like nothing more.” He planted another kiss on your lips before you took his hand and led him over to the baby stroller. You picked up your baby girl and turned to Bucky.
“Bucky, this is B/N.” Your child’s blue eyes met your own gaze. She looked from you to Bucky. Bucky’s eyes began to collect water as he was overtaken with emotion. He couldn’t believe that he had a child. His perfect wife had given birth to a gorgeous baby girl without him.
It didn’t matter now. He was here and he could hold B/N. The baby girl looked from you to him with a dumbfound look on her little face.
“Do you want to hold her?” You asked.
Bucky just nodded and raised his flesh arm from his side. You stepped closer and handed him the baby. Your gazes met for a split second as you passed your child into his arms. The baby silently stared up at him and the tears fell over the edges of his eyelids. They slipped slowly down his face.
“Hey, it’s okay.” You wiped the tears away from his cheeks. “You were off saving the world. We were fine waiting.”
“I’m never making either of you wait for me again.” He smiled at you with wet eyes.
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fallingfavourites · 13 hours ago
Right so i wrote this about Bucky a while ago and im not sure if i should continue it, please help me guys
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there he was standing right in front of me. I hadn't seen him in what felt like 70 years and it has been. I could never forget those bright blue eyes in a million years, though these blue eyes weren't bright, they looked dull and empty. As if someone had sucked the soul out of them. I could hear a voice screaming at me only I couldn't make out what they were saying and right on cue I felt a sting in my stomach. it didn't particularly hurt. it felt more like a burning sensation.
That feeling is practically imprinted in my brain. I knew immediately what had happened. my hands unconsciously reached for my stomach. I felt my clothes dampening around the wound. when I looked down at my hands I saw the crimson red liquid slowly starting to stain my hands. a soft exhale escaped past my lips. I again heard the voice screaming out to me. only when he stopped by my side I could make out who it was.
Steve kept looking back and forth between me and the man that had fired the gun. horror and worry clearly showing on his face. when the man had run away Steve paid his full attention to me. I saw his mouth moving but couldn't make out what he was saying. he put pressure on the wound in the lower part of my abdomen when I noticed the familiar female with shoulder-length red hair.
As I looked up I vaguely saw someone flying above me with metal-looking wings. the longer I kept looking up at the sky the more tired I was getting. I could faintly make out Steve telling me to stay with us. I heard nats frantic voice saying that help was on the way. I hadn't noticed sam flying back up and searching if there was any sign of him, the man who had shot me. S.H.I.E.L.D. cars were driving right to us, which I internally debated if that was good or bad.
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wintervvidow · 15 hours ago
apricity pt. two
apricity - the warmth of the sun in winter
warnings: angst, blood, violence,
pairing: bucky barnes x female oc
word count: 2,956
A/N: part two is here! I did unintentionally rush through this chapter because I am so excited to start the civil war segment of this story. feedback is welcomed, let me know how you are liking it! thank you for reading!
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Bucky’s cheek stung after the third slap from Pierce, the flesh bright red and warm to the touch. He continued fighting his restraints as he had been for the past hour. He had just been wiped, HYDRA needed to start fresh. Sweat trickled from his hairline to his jugular as he yanked and squirmed in the chair.
Alexander lost his patience an hour ago, Bucky hadn’t stopped talking about the girl on the bridge, “She doesn’t love you! If she did, she would have come back for you. We’re trying to correct the world, and we need you to do that. You want to be useful, don’t you?”
Bucky stared ahead emotionless, ignoring Pierce’s words. She loved him. Her eyes told him so, the look on her face from the bridge continued to haunt him even after being reprogrammed. He knew her. She was good. She was home.
A hand came down against Bucky's face again, harder than the last, “You are an asset. She is what we are fighting against. The world deserves freedom and that is what HYDRA is doing. You don’t do your part and I can’t do mine.”
Bucky softly murmured, voice raw from screaming, “But I knew her.”
Alexander clenched his fist as he stood from his chair placed in front of Bucky, “Wipe him again.”
Soon the air was filled with Bucky’s screams again, torturous and raw. Brock Rumlow looked on in silence, taking in the sight before him. This, he could work with.
The team consisting of Florence, Steve, Natasha, Sam, Maria, and Fury were littered throughout the vacant underground room, lights dim and the air heavy with stale humidity. Steve and Sam stood while the remaining few were seated at a long conference table. Fury had documents scattered in front of him, Maria with a laptop, typing away intently.
Fury held an image of Pierce from the ’80s in his hand, “This man declined the Nobel Peace Prize. He said peace wasn’t an achievement, it was a responsibility.” Fury threw the picture onto the table, “See, it’s stuff like this that gives me trust issues.”
Natasha speaks from her chair next to her fellow redheaded friend, a solemn expression on her face, “We have to stop the launch.” Alexander was planning on using Project Insight, which consisted of three helicarriers that patrolled the Earth to eliminate threats, deployed after the Battle of New York, only this time it was being planned to be used as a way for HYDRA to eliminate any threats to themselves. The operation was now turned against them.
Fury looked at Natasha with an eyebrow raised, “I don’t think the Council’s accepting my calls anymore.” He flipped open a briefcase, revealing three data chips.
Behind Florence, Sam spoke with arms crossed tightly over his chest, “What’s that?”
Maria flipped her laptop around, showing the team a diagram of data, “Once the helicarriers reach 3,000 feet, they’ll triangulate with Insight satellites, becoming fully weaponized.”
“We need to breach those carriers and replace their targeting blades with our own.” Fury gestured to the case in front of him.
Maria flipped her laptop back around, “One or two won’t cut it. We need to link all three carriers for this to work because if even one of those ships remains operational, a whole lot of people are gonna die.” The entire team grimaced.
All eyes were on Fury as he spoke, “We have to assume everyone on those carriers is HYDRA. We have to get past them, insert these server blades. And maybe, just maybe we can salvage what’s left.”
Florence and Steve shared a look, Florence knew Steve wouldn’t let that happen, “We’re not salvaging anything. We’re not just taking down the carriers, Nick. We’re taking down S.H.I.E.L.D.”
Fury snapped back at Steve, “S.H.I.E.L.D. had nothing to do with this.”
“You gave me this mission, this is how it ends. S.H.I.E.L.D.’s been compromised. You said so yourself. HYDRA grew right under your nose and nobody noticed.” Steve’s face was set, his entire body taking on the posture of command.
Fury gestured around the room with his hands before setting them back on the table, “Why do you think we’re meeting in this cave? I noticed.”
Steve’s face remained cold, “How many paid the price before you did?” Florence read between the lines, she knew what he was asking and it felt like a punch to the gut.
Fury bowed his head as Florence looked away, “Look, I didn’t know about Barnes.” No one did.
Steve scoffed, “Even if you had, would you have told me? Or would you have compartmentalized that too? Like Florence.”
“Hey, she did what she had to. You did not go through what she did.” Florence looked to Fury with kindness in her tired eyes, silently thanking him.
Steve interrupted the tender moment, continuing his speech, “S.H.I.E.L.D., HYDRA, it all goes.”
“He’s right. It all has to go.” All eyes darted to Maria, a silent understanding that Steve was right. This was the beginning of the end.
Fury looks around, eyes landing on Sam, “Don’t look at me.” Sam nods his head to Steve, “I do what he does, just slower.”
Steve stood at the head of the table, staring at Fury as he leaned back in his chair, “Looks like you’re giving the orders now, Captain.”
The team was given their tasks, parting their separate ways before the mission.
Florence found Steve outside, standing on the bridge lost in thought.
Florence sided up next to him, “Hey, I know you probably hate me right now, but-”
Steve cut her off, turning to face her, “I don’t hate you. I don’t. I’m just struggling to wrap my head around the fact that he’s been alive this entire time and you haven’t told one person. Not even me.”
“Steve, I tried. After I ran, I tried to go back for him but he wouldn’t let me; told me to run and to never come back for him. So I had to go into hiding. Seventeen years Steve. It’s not like I could walk into a government building and tell them without HYDRA catching wind. Hell, I could have been walking straight back into HYDRA. You have to understand that everything I’ve done has been to protect him. Everything.” By the end of the redheads’ speech, she was choking back tears, hands trembling at her sides. She bit her lip to quell the emotions running through her.
Steve placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “I know, I know. I’m sorry.”
Silence fell over the two friends as both reminisced on the past, staring off into space.
Florence climbed the stairs behind Bucky and Steve to Steve’s family home. The mood was somber, Florence’s black funeral dress grazing her ankles as she stepped up the last step, standing next to Bucky.
“We looked for you after. My folks wanted to give you a ride to the cemetery.” Bucky’s tone was soft as he spoke to the heartbroken Steve.
“I know. Kinda wanted to be alone.” Steve stared at the ground as he spoke, never making eye contact with either Florence or Bucky.
Florence cocked her head to one side, gaze softly inquisitive as she looked at the small-statured man in front of her, “How was it?”
“It was okay. She’s next to dad.” The blonde’s tone was monotonous and quiet, understandably so.
Bucky shrugged his shoulders, “I was gonna ask-”
Steve cut him off as he reached his front door, hands fumbling in his pocket for the key, “I know what you’re gonna say, Buck, I just-”
“You can put the couch cushions on the floor, like when we were kids. It’ll be fun, all you gotta do is shine my shoes, maybe take out the trash.” Bucky reached down to move a brick, grabbing the key to the door and handing it to Steve, “Come on.”
Steve took the key, finally looking him in the eye, “Thank you, Buck. But I can get by on my own.”
Florence looked to Bucky, silently telling him to comfort their friend. Bucky nodded, speaking again, “The thing is, you don’t have to.” Bucky’s large hand clapped Steve on the shoulder, “Cuz me and Florence? We’re with you till the end of the line, pal.”
The moment was broken up by Sam, approaching the two old friends, “He’s gonna be there you know.”
“We know.” Both Steve and Florence were painfully aware of that fact.
“Look, whoever he used to be and the guy he is now, I don’t think he’s the kind you save. He’s the kind you stop.”
Steve looked to Sam, “I don’t know if I can do that.” Florence knew she couldn’t. Everything she has ever done, Bucky has always crossed her mind- how to help him, save him, protect him; always concerned about his well-being. And now she was forced to go against him.
“Well, he might not give you a choice. He doesn’t know either of you.” Sam twisted the knife with his last sentence, Florence and Steve grimacing at one another.
Steve spoke, looking at Florence for a last time then at Sam, “He will.” The blonde looked over the bridge, “Gear up. It’s time.”
The team changed into their gear and split up to where they were appointed: Natasha infiltrating a meeting with Alexander as a congresswoman with Fury as backup and releasing all HYDRA files, Maria preparing to order the attack to bring down the helicarriers, and Steve, Sam, and Florence to board the helicarrier to replace the targeting blades.
Sam called out to Steve as he walked away, "Wearing that?"
“No. If you’re gonna fight a war, you have to wear a uniform.”
Florence ran through the ship deck as fast as she could, doing her best to not get shot. Her earpiece kept her up to date, Natasha had just started releasing all of the files; her and Natasha’s secrets were now public along with the rest of HYDRA’s. Steve had already made it to the helicarrier, the redhead had gotten caught up with a HYDRA agent on the ground.
Florence was late to the party, Steve, and Bucky already furiously exchanging punches. She got to the top of the carrier as fast as she could with the help of Sam, her feet moving without thought. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Sam deploy his parachute after being kicked off by Bucky, now he was grounded.
Steve and Florence were on opposite ends of the carrier, Florence quickly making her way toward the two men.
Bucky threw Steve off of the top-level, Steve landing below with a thud, shield long gone in the Potomac beneath them.
Florence stared ahead, Bucky finally noticing her arrival. Both looked at the other in silence, gauging the situation at hand. His eyes were void of all emotion, this was not Bucky. The Soldier had a mission to kill her and Steve. Florence had a mission to keep Bucky alive, no matter the cost. If he was alive that meant there was hope to save him. You can’t save a dead man.
The silence was erupted by Florence, her mouth moving before her brain could stop, "Bucky, don't do this. You don't have to do this."
Tears welled up in her eyes unwillingly, the dam threatening to burst. Even if she knew deep down that he had been alive this entire time, a sliver of her always thought he was dead. Maybe her subconscious came up with that thought to protect herself, to make herself feel better about not being able to get him out. And she did try to get him out; she tried like hell. The first five years of her seventeen-year stint of being on the run was the worst. She was constantly moving locations, barely sleeping. And when she did sleep, she dreamt of Bucky- he was always screaming at her to go, save herself, and leave him behind. That was a detail that she would never tell Steve; if they even made it out alive of this situation. Steve wouldn’t understand, he was too stuck in his ways, he would have tried to get him out anyway. He would disregard any command in order to save Bucky even if the demand came straight from Bucky’s mouth. He would never truly understand why Florence did what she did. Maybe it was better that way.
He furrows his brow, lines etching themselves between his steel-blue eyes, "You're my mission."
A single breath is taken before he swings at her, metal arm glinting in the light as she dodges his punch, sweeping under his outstretched arm. She wasn't going to fight back. She couldn't.
Bucky turns violently, eyes hard, set on her. He lunges again as her weapon clatters to the ground of the helicarrier. Now Florence was defenseless. Although it's not like she was fighting back anyway. She'd let him kill her. If that kept him alive, she'd do it. It's not like he remembers her anyway, you can't mourn a person you don't remember.
She takes three steps back, her back colliding with the wall behind her as Bucky stalks forward. His breath fans across her face as he stands in front of her. She notices a stall in his motions, practically seeing his brain malfunction. His head was fighting with his heart.
A fist flies next to her head, Bucky purposely missing as he punches the wall again. His face twisted in pain, he was fighting himself. He couldn't do this. He knew her. His body knew her, pieces of memories played through his brain as he continued to punch the wall, a ring, her hand in his, dog tags being placed around her neck, all of it hurt. Florence was frozen in place as Bucky's fists continued flying next to her, "Go! You need to go!"
He remembered her.
Just as Steve ordered Maria to fire at the carrier, Bucky shoved Florence, causing her to tumble over the edge, joining Steve at the bottom of the carrier as it went up in flames. The carrier was under fire from all sides, jostling violently, causing Bucky to fall along with her. He landed away from Florence and Steve, being pinned under the debris.
Steve got to his feet, swaying as he stumbled over to Bucky who was struggling under the weight of the metal beam. Steve wedged the beam up, freeing Bucky. The girl remained on the ground, curling into a ball from the pain of the impact of the fall.
Florence rose to her feet as Steve told Bucky that he knew them. Bucky’s metal arm reeled back, punching Steve in the face as he screamed, “No I don’t!”
“Buck, we’ve known you your whole life.” Florence’s voice trembled as he hit Steve again, effectively knocking him to the ground.
Steve stood again, “Your name is James Buchanan Barnes.”
Bucky punched Steve in the face for a final time, the force knocking him off the carrier and into the river below. Florence scrambled to stand in front of Bucky, making him really look at her. To truly see her, to see what he was doing. Her face was bleeding, soot smudged across her forehead, sweat mixing with tears and blood flowing down her face.
“I’m not gonna fight you. I love you.” Florence’s body shook with sobs as Bucky tackled her to the ground.
His frame towered over hers, his body heaving as he spoke, “You’re my mission.” His fist flew next to her head, once, twice; never actually hitting her. Florence could see the struggle in his eyes. He was a broken man without a home.
“You don’t love me. You left me!” Bucky’s fist continued flying next to Florence’s head, the plexiglass cracking. Pierce’s words looped in his mind, she didn’t love him. She left him. She abandoned him. She was his mission.
Florence took a heaving breath in, “Yes I do, I do love you. I tried to get you out, I did, you wouldn’t let me, I tried, I-” Bucky interrupted her by pressing his flesh hand against her throat and applying pressure.
He leaned down, only inches between their faces as he applied more pressure around her throat and choking her. He grit his teeth as he choked her harder, brunette hair dangling in his face. This was it. This was Florence’s last chance, “It’s okay. It’s okay. I love you, it’s okay.” If these were the last words Bucky would ever hear from her, she was okay with that. She needed him to know that it was okay. He was doing what he had been forced to do, it wasn’t him. She needed him to know that she understood.
The hand from her throat disappeared, Bucky leaning back above her, staring at her with glassy eyes. Florence struggled for breath as she watched Bucky process her words. Debris fell around them, Bucky hovering over her to protect her from the falling particles. A large engine fell next to them, shattering the glass and sending Florence falling straight into the Potomac, Bucky hanging onto the carrier from a beam as he watched his lover fall into the water below.
Bucky dragged Steve out of the water with his metal arm while the other balanced Florence against his shoulder, ignoring the burning pain of his flesh arm as her head rested on his neck. He placed the two unconscious Avengers on the riverbank, taking one last look at them before he disappeared, becoming a ghost yet again.
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magnificentcookie · 17 hours ago
So there's deadass an article to make our fics better. Okay.
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wintersoldierwhore · 19 hours ago
𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱𝔲𝔡𝔢 - 𝔟𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔶 𝔟𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔰
part four to ‘seclusion’
Summary: You’d finally decided to practice again, but need a lot of support from Bucky, who’s more than welcome to give it to you.
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It had been a few days since you’d used your powers in front of Bucky and Sam, Bucky beaming with pride. The offer of speaking with Wanda, someone who shared your struggles completely, still loomed in your head. You’d agreed, who wouldn’t? You were meeting someone you’ve looked up to since you realised your abilities, and you were nervous to say the least.
And today was the day. Bucky had gotten in touch with her, through other Avenger associates, and she’d accepted the offer quite quickly. You and Bucky spent the morning making sure your home was in tip-top shape. You worked on mopping, folding laundry, keeping Dolly off of the furniture. Whilst Bucky spent time in the barn, sweeping spilled hay, feeding the horses, and watching as they chased each other in the field.
It had gotten to late afternoon, and Bucky watched a burgundy car pull up to the entrance of the long driveway. It must be Wanda, he was sure of it. His feet jogged rather quickly up to the house, seeing you feeding Dolly.
“She’s here, doll.” He mentioned, following you to the door of your house and taking down the concealer. He was forever in awe of your gifts. Wanda stepped out of her car, a bright smile on her face as she stared at the witch before her. She was relieved there was another, just like her.
“Y/N,” you introduced yourself, holding a hand out, “nice to meet you.” Wanda brought you into a hug instead, sighing deeply at the connection. It felt like you’d known each other for years. You looked at Bucky, who shoved his thumb up, and smiled confidently.
“I’ll leave you two to it,” Bucky commented awkwardly, pointing to the barn, “I’ll be with the horses.” As he disappeared, the both of you giggled and entered your home.
“You have such a lovely home,” Wanda complimented, sitting on your couch and looking around, “it must be wonderful to have a large flower garden.” You chuckled, sitting beside her with Dolly at your feet. “And this little puppy, she is just adorable.”
You didn’t know exactly how Wanda would help you, but you trusted her, and trusted she’d do a good job. As she continued to pet Dolly, you felt your nerves increase. What if you hurt her? What if you hurt somebody?
“First of all,” Wanda mentioned, “you need to be calm. All of this will be for nothing if you’re panicking.” You forgot she could read minds, something you had yet to figure out. All in due time. She turned to face you, no longer giving her attention to Dolly. She grabbed your hands lightly, as so not to hurt you.
“What do you know you’re capable of?” Wanda prodded, focusing on you entirely. “What are you in control of now?” You thought about it. Pretty much nothing, you thought. You barely knew what you were capable of. All you knew was that you could contain a bomb, killing a bunch of civilians in the process, and also throwing people into a wall.
“That’s what I’m here for, love.” Wanda encouraged. Her voice was dangerously soothing, it was impossible to be nervous around her. You had confidence in Wanda’s teaching. “How did you get your powers? How did you discover them?”
If you were honest, you could barely remember. “I was taken from my home at 14, along with my younger sister,” you began, recalling what little memories you had, “a bunch of guys experimented on girls, we were the only ones to survive. Once I’d found a safe enough place for us, I made sure she went somewhere safe. With a family.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, do you still talk to her?” She asked, grabbing one of your hands and holding it tightly. You nodded, looking down at your hands together. You wished you’d speak more to her, but you wanted her to get on with her own life. “She’s doing okay now, she’s in college, working hard.”
Hours had passed, Bucky had completely cleaned the barn. All the animals had their daily feed, the stray bits of hay were swept back into their separate areas. And he’d watched them run around the field for a while. Tired and needing both food and a nap, he’d entered the house. You were lifting random objects in the living room up, with your mind. Wanda was helping you immensely.
“Sweetheart, look at what I can do!” You called out like a child for their parent, excited at your new discoveries. You lifted the coffee table, placing it gently back down with the contortion of your fingers. Bucky stood impressed at the door to the living room, folding his arms and smirking.
“You’re definitely getting better, doll.” He mentioned, blowing you a quick kiss and heading upstairs for a shower. You’d done a few more exercises with Wanda, Bucky overseeing a few after his shower. Until Wanda had to leave. You were busy lifting random things up, too excited to notice Bucky walking Wanda out to her car.
“Thanks for the help,” Bucky commented, “she really needed it.” Wanda nodded, glad she could be of service. As she turned her car around, the window had rolled down to see Bucky’s face once more.
“Just be patient with her. Encourage her. She’s been through a lot, and time is the best way to help.” Bucky nodded at her wise words and let her drive off, turning back to his beautiful home and beautiful wife.
You were laying on the couch, lazily, smiling at Bucky as he entered in. He lifted your legs and sat under them, letting them fall into his lap. You were exhausted, to say the least, after your busy day. You’d learnt so many things and used so much energy to practice.
“Okay,” Bucky stated, “what takeaway am I thinking of for dinner tonight?” He was testing your skills, watching your brain turn.
“Chinese.” He smiled cheekily and nodded, grabbing his phone and the order menu that sat beside the couch. Bucky was proud of you, it had taken a lot of strength to get through today alone. And although he doesn’t know how you got your powers or what you went through to get them, you’d tell him eventually. He was more than ready to be patient with you. He’d learnt patience from you — when you said you weren’t yet ready to have kids, he was okay with that. He’d continue to wait for you, no matter how long it takes.
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TDITDOYFYKYCYITDT8TS I was reading this really good Bucky × reader or original character ( I can't remember) fic a couple weeks ago, but I can't find it in my likes, reblogs, or the blog in my following. It was pre-tfatws at the point. The love intrest was a hacker who went by Rabb1t. I'm literally so mad at myself for not reblogging it.
EDIT: it has been found!
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belleinhell · 23 hours ago
Genesis- Chapter 12
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Genesis’ POV:
I woke up to the sound of cluttering and hushed voiced, it was the sound James Barnes which me up.
“Good morning Bucky.” I smiled at him trying to award the awkwardness, it’s the aftermath of my confident moment.
“’morning Nes.” I bit my lip at the nickname and chuckled.
Oh Christ on cracker.
“Uh James?” I called out the heat rushing to my face faster than Peter answering my texts…it was pretty fast.
I could feel something poke my thigh, and it didn’t take a genius to realize what was happening. “Please stop that.” I complained unable to move.
“I’m not doing anything?” he tilted his head at me, I choked out a laugh.
“A part of you is doing something.” I groaned when his face filled with realization.
“Oh- I um, sorry I-” he started stuttering, I immediately got off of him.
“I gotta help in the engine room, you’ll can find me there after you um freshen up…” I choked out, walking away.
I hate myself.
“Push the stopper.” I hear Sam say over the music playing from my phone, I turned around to see James. Shoot, I turned back to loosen the bolts.
What am I supposed to do? I was on top of his hard ass dick, find me on the bottom of the ocean.
“Hey, those ones.” I pointed at the bolts which I didn’t loosen. And we started working in silence.
Let me do this, let me do this now, and just…
“Dance with me.” I turned to him once the song changed to a slower one compared to the rock music playing before. He smirked and took my hand and bowed down, I laughed at him for being dramatic.
He wrapped his arms around my waist while mine wrapped around his neck, we were just swaying, and it meant so much.
“You’re quite the dancer Mr. Loverman” I mumbled, burying my head into his shoulder as we swayed to the music in the darkness of the engine. It wasn’t long before he completely pulled me into him, making me hug him closer than ever.
This was really happening.
I was dancing with James Barnes.
I was really gonna do this.
“I didn’t hate you” oh shit, abort mission. No grow a pair bitch. “I never did, I was scared.” he started to talk, I didn’t want to mess this up “no just, hear me out.” I stopped him. “I- when I started getting to know you, I had this feeling I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from getting closer cause you gave me the comfort I craved, I thought I’ll start needing you, I got scared, I panicked and I shut you out. I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry, and then I realized that I have feelings for me, I kind of slapped myself into not feeling.” I chuckled “don’t worry, I do that a lot, and I made up this whole persona of Hating you because I thought if I did that I’ll stop loving you, I didn’t. That shit didn’t work at all. So yeah, I know that was shitty.” I finally took a breath.
He didn’t say anything.
Bottom of the Pacific Ocean here I come.
He just held my face and pressed his forehead with mine
Maybe not the bottom.
“Nes, I-”
“Yo Bucky help me out here!” I gasped out if the trance I was in, I sighed out in disappointment.
“I just wanted you to know, I have to leave now, my flight’s in an hour.” I informed him.
“We’ll call you when we get a lead.” he nodded awkwardly, I shook my head and hugged him.
“Thank you, enjoy the little bromance moment you got planned in that scrap metal brain of yours.” I mumbled while he pulled me closer before I broke away to say goodbye to everyone and make my way back to Virginia.
Holy fuck I did it.
“Attack me bitches.” I spread my arms wide walking into the briefing room, looking at the team who stood up looking at me and crushing me in the group hug.
“y’know, we saw the footage, Walker killing that man.” Emily was the first to speak up, I sighed knowing I had to answer them.
“It was so not a sight I enjoyed.” I plopped down on the couch.
“We meant we saw you, with wings, and you had this black thing flowing out of your hands.” Morgan clarified and I laughed nervously earning looks from Hotch.
“Wait, what black thing?” my eyes winded as I panicked from not knowing what I did.
“Genesis…it happened again.” Spencer mumbled making me hang my head down in realization. It wasn’t supposed to happen. I thought I had control over the…darker part of my powers.
I sighed ignoring the feeling of guilt and started to explain myself
“Okay fine, I’m an Avenger. I got wings and energy manipulation powers.” I admitted. It was kind of funny watching their jaws drop. “I joined the FBI for a change, dropping my old life y’know.” I shrugged.
“Reid? Did you know about this?” Rossi questioned, it was hard to say what they were thinking about me now.
“I know everything.” He smirked making me slap his arm.
“I’m sorry for keeping this from you guys.” I looked down at my tangled fingers.
“Babygirl, we’re not mad, just surprised, and really proud of you.” I beamed at everyone who nodded and smiled at them.
I spent the next hour or so telling them about the mission, what we did, and stuff. We were happy.
“So you confessed?” Spencer stuttered out after getting over the initial shock and dropping the ice cream spoon on my floor
“Yes I did, you’re cleaning that up.” I pointed at the chocolaty mess he had made “if you didn’t hear, I also ran away after said confession.” I mumbled with my mouth filled with ice cream, my eyes staring at the glory of Chris Pine in Star Trek playing on TV. Spencer just nodded taking the words in.
“At least you confessed?” he celebrated with uncertainty, and I nodded with a laugh.
“At least I confessed.” I stated with a smile.
“My little sister is in Love.” he sang out making me roll my eyes.
“I’m 10 months older than you.”
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