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cherubbarnes · 10 hours ago
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Bucky taking care of you when you’re sick! (Headcanon)
A/n: this is just a quick lil hc cause it’s 01:30am as I’m writing this and I feel like a bag of crap all of a sudden. Could be a delayed reaction to the vaccine, could be dehydration, exhaustion, who knows? I hope y’all enjoy! <3
Okay so he’s from the forties so obviously he’s gonna try to make soup or something like that
Except he probably doesn’t have all the stuff to make said soup immediately
So he just fucking swaddles you up in blankets on the couch like a lil burrito
And he kisses you on the head before he leaves to sprint to the shop
He’d come back to find you fast asleep and just leave you be while he’s cooking
His soup would either be terrible or amazing, I can’t decide
But let’s just say it’s amazing and he wakes you up with it and you don’t even have to move
He just gently manhandles you
If that’s a thing??
Up into a seated position and moves some of the blankets away so you can free your hands
Not that you’d have to lift a finger in his presence
Like the second you’re done, he immediately takes the bowl and washes it and puts it away
Immediately makes you a cup of tea
Immediately sweeps every single tissue into the bin
Every sickened and cold-ridden groan that comes out of your mouth is met with a peck on the lips
Despite your protests
Because the man doesn’t care about getting sick so long as he’s making you feel better
He’d definitely watch a romcom with you with your head in his lap
Like cuddled up to Bucky watching Notting Hill??? That’s enough to make you pretend to be sick just to experience that
And when you fall asleep, he just scoops you up and plops you into bed
And you half wake up to find him putting vaporub on your chest and pillow so you can breathe properly
And he stays up half the night in case you have a coughing fit or need some painkillers
Makes sure you stay on your side so he can rub your back if you cough in your sleep
And you wake up the next morning to warm tea and honey
And an abundance of cough drops and medicine just in case
And he makes you toast just the way you like it
And you realise how wild your hair looks so he moves behind you
And gently brushes it out
Like so fucking gently
Then when he’s done he puts it in a loose braid for you
Kisses you on the forehead when he comes back around to your front
What I’m saying is, he’d baby you so, so much
Because he’s a softie like that
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brooklynerster · 11 hours ago
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Rasputin- Bucky Barnes x Oc {Marvel}
My first one-shot yay!!! warning it is a bit short ill try to make my others longer
I usually write one-shotes based on songs and songs will be written like this
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"Aunt Nancy can you tell me a bedtime story, please?" asked five-year-old Morgan Stark.
"I don't know my stories aren't really good little iron," spoke Nacy tucking in her goddaughter tiredly from a long day of babysitting her.
"Please, I love your stories," asked Morgan with puppy dog eyes.
"Fine, I'll tell you a story, which one do you wanna hear," answered the girl's godmother Nacy.
"One you told me last time please!!!" Morgan
Nancy rolled her eyes at the small girl's excitement and began her story.
"There lived a certain man in Russia long ago.
He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow.
Most people look at him with terror and fear."
At the same time, Bucky Barnes was walking to his and Nancy's little home tired from a long day with Sam, having saved some civilians here and there.
Bucky looked around noticing his girlfriend to not be seen nor the girl they were supposed to be babysitting. Until he heard a little laugh from their guest room he went to investigate and when he got there he saw that his girlfriend was telling morgan a story, not wanting to disturb them he stood at the door listening to the story.
Ra-Ra-Rasputin.
Lover of the Russian Queen.
There was a cat that really was gone.
Bucky smiled to himself the story Nancy was telling morgan was one he never knew of but yet again his girlfriend had quite the imagination.
Ra-Ra-Rasputin
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on
Bucky started going back to the couch quickly as he didn't want to get caught listening to the girl's conversation. When he sat down Nancy came down from the guest room and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water when she noticed he was home.
"Oh yay your home, Pepper called she'll pick up morgan tomorrow at 2 only if that was okay with us and me being the nicest person ever I said yes hope that was ok I didn't check with you cause I knew you were busy, anyway how was your day," she spoke quickly in one breath walking towards the couch and sitting beside him.
Bucky chuckled at her behaviour "It was good, I heard you telling a story to morgan while you were putting her to bed."
"y-y-you did?" Nancy studdered
Bucky chuckled, "No need to be nervous doll I thought it was cute, who was the story about."
Nancy placed her glass on the coffee table, " Well the story was about you, course changed it up a tad for Morgan so she wouldn't think it was you. We don't her thinking of her Uncle Bucky of some person like that." Nancy answered which Bucky nodded to excepting her answer.
"What?!?!"
Startled by the noise Bucky and Nancy turn around to the source to find Morgan sitting on the stair wide-eyed by the discovery she uncovered, that her favourite bedtime story told from Aunt Nancy was about her Uncle Bucky.
Welp here it is my first one-shot and it's trash hope you enjoyed it. Write a request in for one-shots you want me to write, I write for a whole bunch of characters also follow me one wattpad I post one-shots on there and other stories.
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noshame-bb · 12 hours ago
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a switch ch.3
oop, here’s this
pairing: alpha!bucky x omega!reader
ratings/warnings: posessive!bucky, semi-torture, sad characters, angst
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 You woke up with a grown. You could feel that you were in a bed, a very uncomfortable one. The sheets and the pillows smelled of your alpha, pine, metal, fruit- that’s what confused you. Where were you? You finally open your eyes to see concrete walls, unfamiliar ones. 
What the hell?
 There was an explanation for this. Steve clearly was done with your shit and finally locked you up, right? Your alpha most definitely didn’t kidnap you? You looked around, trying to find Bucky, get an explanation from him. You spotted him huddling in the corner, he looked like a scared little kid. “James?” He didn’t move for a minute, “Who?” You flinched on how loud his voice was, compared to his body language. What did he mean? Did he not know who he was? What is his name was? You got up from the lovely smelling sheets, and slowly walked over to him, trying a different approach. “Alpha?” That got his attention but he flinched when you got closer. 
“No, no closer” He said as he held his hands out as if to halt your movements. ‘Okay okay, sorry.” You said, as you quickly backed up, and sat back down on the pile of blankets. You looked around and truly wondered where you were. There was only a pile of blankets with a small pillow, and a bench in this tiny prison? “Alpha? Is-is this your bed?” You asked a little shocked. Did he really live here? In these conditions? You knew he had to be brainwashed but, this is unacceptable. 
He gave you a curt nod. Your face fell, this couldn’t be comfortable for him. “Do-do you want to come over here and sit with me?” You knew you should be afraid, afraid that he would snap and hurt you. You weren’t, your inner omega  trusted him, and felt at ease, knowing he would never hurt you. Bucky started to get up from the corner he sat in, and stood there. You gave him a soft smile, hoping to ease him. 
He eventually got the courage to walk over to you, and stare at you for a moment. “Sit” he said before he did so. He looked uncomfortable, HYDRA clearly didn’t take care of this man, or showed him an ounce of affection. You wanted to make the best of the situation you were in, so you tried to get to know the person that you were destined to be with. This broken, shell of a man, who was brainwashed and doesn’t know any better. 
“Do you uh, do you live here?” You said as you looked around. He didn’t say anything, just nodded his head, and looked to the ground. That broke your heart even more. That means he’s been sleeping on this poor excuse for a bed, in this tiny concrete worm for years-decades. You could feel his eyes on you, watching as you looked around. You were distracted for a moment before you felt a slight poke at your arm. “Omega?” Bucky asked curiously. You nodded, not knowing if he was confirming how own thoughts or-
“Alpha?” Bucky asked again, this time he pointed to himself. Almost as if he was in disbelief, that’s who he was. “Yeah, James, you an alpha-”
“M-my omega?” He lifted his finger and placed it on your sternum. There was no ulterior motive to it, just an experimental touch. “Mhm, I’m your omega, your my alpha” Another head tilt of confusion. 
That went on for a while. You would ask questions, and he would give an answer the best he could. You wanted to ask him about how he got here, why these people would hurt him so bad. He seems…….. Sweet, kind, and loving under all that metal. You were sitting so close together that your knees were touching, you smiled at the thought that he trusts you. The conversation eventually came to a stop, and you both were gazing into one another's eyes. You slowly started to raise your hand, and he flinched. You wanted to put your hand down but something inside you said to keep moving. You eventually get to his cheek, and you softly plant your hand. Bucky froze for a minute, unsure of the contact, but leaned his head onto your hand. How could someone hurt him? He’s so soft, and gentle, and would never hurt a fly. An-and now they made him this-this killing machine. 
*A week later*
You both didn’t move from the cell. Someone would bring my food and water, and James would give you his extra’s. You always protested and said he needed to eat to but, he always shook his head, “No, omega come first”. He didn;t go in missions, or train or anything, just stayed with you, and watched over you, protected you. 
That was until Rumlow barged in one day and started making demands. “Alright vacations over, get up you have a mission.” God what a dick. Bucky started to get up, preparing for his orders. Everything was fine until you decided to open your mouth. “You could at least treat him like a human.” Everything ceased. Rumlow turned to you. 
“What did you just say?” You scoffed, getting up, trying to act tough.
“I said, you could at least treat him like a human fucking being. Because that’s what he is, not some toy you can-” SMACK 
You clutched your cheek in pain. Your alpha charged at the man, anger evident in his eyes. He grabbed Rumlow by the neck and slammed him against the wall. His hand squeezed tighter and tighter around the man's neck. As good as it would be to see the man dead, you needed to get him to stop. 
“Alpha-Alpha! Hey it’s okay you can let him go now.” You tried to reason with him. You even went as far as putting a hand on his shoulder to pull him out of his daze. He looked over to you, checking for permission, “yeah it’s okay-see I’m okay-let him go” Without breaking eye contact, James dropped Rumlow to the ground, and grasped your face in his hands. He gently moved your head side to side, inspecting the damage. “Hurt” was all he said. 
“No, I’m okay alpha, promise” You said with a tight lipped smile. Once he was satisfied that you were okay, he turned to Rumlow who was being assisted by his friends, with an angry expression. Before he could do anything, someone came from the side and electrocuted him. “No!” He dropped to the ground with a thud, and you dropped to your knees. You shook him. “James? Alpha? C’mon you gotta wake up!” 
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Brock leaning against the wall, confused but, amused, expression on his face. “Why would you do that? Your all psycho’s” Tears started to gather in your eyes. Rumlow, completely ignoring your question, said, “You are going on his mission.” Your head whipped up to meet his gaze. “Why? I’m not gonna help you people MURDER others” He laughed, stalking over to you. “Oh sweety, we’re simply making the world a better place.” You wanted to gag. Sweety. 
“Besides, as much as I hate to admit it, we need you. You seem to uh, bring him back. None of us have been able to do it, he always takes it one step too far.” 
“Maybe you shouldn’t fucking brain wash him so much and maybe he wouldn’t de-rail” You spat. He didn’t press any further, he nodded to his men, and they all left the room. You were left there, in the cold room, with your alpha’s lifeless body. 
*a couple of hours later, during the mission*
Jame’s woke up not long after Brock left the room. He didn’t say much, just got up and started to get ready for the mission. You didn’t know what it was, just that you were to follow Rumlow and the team, so you could intervene at any time. 
You and the team were around the corner from where Jame’s was about to shoot his target, in broad daylight when, a familiar shield was thrown his way. It hit him square in the chest, making him stumble backwards. He grabbed Cap’s shield, and threw it right back at him, 10x harder. “You have to let me intervene” You gasped out to Rumlow. “What the hell are you-” 
“Steve isn’t the target, if I don’t step in right now Bucky will kill him. You really want Captain America’s blood on your hands?” You gave him a snide glare. He sighed, “Alright but, be careful, if he doesn’t stop, I tase him understood.” You didn’t even respond before you ran out to the mostly empty street. You started to put your hand out as the shooting ceased, Natasha still had her weapon drawn, and Bucky still had a murderous look on his face. 
“Hey Alpha” You said as you turned to face him. He grunted in response, still in fight mode. “It’s okay, you don’t need to hurt them okay? They aren’t your mission right?” His eyes flicked to your’s. “No” Relief flooded through you. “That’s right, good job. So, let’s lower our weapons,” You were mostly talking to the people behind you. “,and let’s go. We don’t need to fight them, they're friends, alpha.” James grunted again but reluctantly stood straight up, keeping eye contact with you. You put a hand on his cheek, he leaned into it. “Thank you alpha.” You turned around to see Steve and Natasha looking at you. “Please-if you don’t pointing weapons at him, he will try ot kill you.” You pleaded with her. “Put it down Nat” She side eyed him but, lowered her gun. 
“Y/N you know we can’t let him kill those people.” Steve said. You lowered your head, “I know Steve but, I’m doing what I can. I can’t stop him from killing but I can keep him steady.” He nodded
“It’s almost like you were made for this.” Natasha said, in a tone that sounded like she knew something. “Come with us omega and we can help you-get you out of HYDRA” At Natasha calling you ‘omega’ James started to stalk towards her. 
“No no no no, hey hey look at me alpha.” You quickly grabbed his jaw with both hands. “My omega” James said. You nodded your head at his admission. “Yeah yeah, your omega okay?” He moved his forehead to yours. “Not-not her’s, mine” You hummed as a response. To overwhelmed by his affection. “I’m gonna say by okay?” You whispered so he would hear. He moved away from you and let you say your goodbyes. 
“Y/N don’t do this-” Steve started to talk. 
“Steve I have to, he needs me. Pl-please understand.” He only nodded. Tears sprung to your eyes, James sensed your emotions and put a hand on your elbow as you walked back to the team. “Okay?” James asked. You gave him a sad smile. “Yeah I’m okay”
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colossalcriminal · 15 hours ago
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Highway to Hell
Pairing: James Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Summary: Y/N reunites with her longtime lover, only he isn't who she thought he was.
Content warnings: Violence, swearing, smoking. I don't know how to write fight scenes so I tried to make it funny, sorry.
This is a continuation of Historical Figure, but it could be read alone.
Y/N was grateful that Sam had taken her, Steve and Natasha in after finding out SHIELD had been compromised.
"So, the question is, who at SHIELD could launch a domestic missile strike?"
She sighed, sipping gingerly at her coffee. "Pierce, who happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world."
"But he's not working alone." Steve interjected. "Zola's algorithm was on the Lemurian Star. So was Jasper Sitwell. The real question is how do three of the most wanted people in Washington to kidnap a SHIELD officer in broad daylight?"
Sam took long strides towards them, placing a file on the table. "The answer is, you don't. Call this a resume."
With narrowed eyes, Y/N snatched the folder. "Is this Bakhmala. The Khalid Khandil mission? Didn't know you were a pararescue. I heard they couldn't bring in choppers because of the RPGs. What did you use? A stealth chute?"
"No. These." He showcased another file.
"I thought you said you were a pilot." Steve remarked.
The other man smirked, arms crossed. "I never said pilot."
"I can't ask you to do this, Sam. You got out for a good reason."
"Dude, Captain America and Captain L/N need my help. There's no better reason to get back in."
-
After a brief confrontation with Sitwell, Y/N found herself huffing as she drove, Sam bickering with the Hydra agent in the backseat while Natasha pouted about being squished and Steve smirked slightly at his comfort in the front, only for his seat to be kicked.
"HYDRA doesn't like leaks." Sitwell declared, hoping for any kind of reaction.
She looked at him through the rear view mirror, not a single worry about the road on her mind. "Then put a cork in it."
"Insight's launching in 16 hours, we're cutting it a bit close here." Natasha reminded, wincing from the lack of space.
"I know, we'll use him to bypass the DNA scans and access the helicarriers directly."
"What? Are you crazy? That is a terrible, terrible idea!"
A thud had reverberated on the roof above him, a metal blur breaking through the glass window and yanking Sitwell out of the vehicle, his screams growing quieter as the banging footsteps on the roof had progressed into gunshots.
Grunting, Y/N slammed her foot on the brakes, the figure flinging off the car and landing onto the road before them, metal fingertips scraping at the concrete. While her glare was focused on the foe who'd begun taking short steps toward them, her head jerked harshly at a strong impact from behind, shattering the rear windshield.
Their best guess was that a car had rammed into them, and it was only confirmed when their own tattered vehicle rolled forward, the mystery man climbing right back onto the roof. It wasn't long before the steering wheel was gone, much to the avenger's amazement. Her moment of daze was interrupted by Steve pulled everyone to the passenger seat, falling out of the car as it had elevated from impact.
While Natasha and Steve went sledding down the road on the shield and Sam rolled down like a tootsie roll, Y/N had landed way ahead of them, the purple glow from her hands guaranteeing a somewhat soft landing. It was when she saw the HYDRA agent she felt her 2 years with the Avengers, mostly Tony Stark, had rubbed off on her when she nicknamed him Beefcake.
So, Beefcake had brought out his big gun, aiming it right at the enhanced avenger. Groaning, she just about deflected it towards Steve's shield, sending the blonde flying back in an awkward position that'd elicited a chuckle from her. They three remaining fugitives took cover as Beefcake's backup mercilessly fired their weapons.
Opening a portal onto the road underneath the highway they were stationed at, she rolled through, dodging a nasty bullet or two before standing up, sending a surge of power up towards Beefcake. She received a minute of reprieve before he came back at full force, his bullets gliding into a portal she'd opened for protection before running off.
Chest rising and falling at record pace, her feet aching in the poorly chosen boots, Y/N crouched behind a car in hopes of gaining the element of surprise. She rolled her eyes when a small silver ball rolled toward her, a bomb. Fingertips glowing as they warped open another portal landing right behind Beefcake, she jumped through, legs wrapping around his neck.
Beefcake stumbled back against a van before throwing her to the ground, reaching for his gun to finish the job until purple whisps surrounded his metal arm, heat generating faster than ever, bound to keep him still while she ran away, warning other civilians.
It wasn't long before he caught up to her, bullet scraping by her hip, her running halted just in time as Steve swooped in with his shield. "Nice of you to finally join us, Rogers."
"Good to be back, Y/N." He greeted, as the pair of them confronted Beefcake. It didn't take long for Steve to be MIA again, on the ground writhing in pain as Y/N had been occupied fighting for her life underneath the HYDRA asset. Fighting against his grip on her arm, she just about reached up, ripping his mask away. The gasp that left her lips had been the only thing she heard as crystal blue eyes had become so much clearer.
"Bucky?"
The Winter Soldier cocked his head. "Who the hell is Bucky?"
Her body had been relieved of pressure as Sam set his feet on the ground. The aftermath of Sam's kick was not evident as he reached for his weapon again, only to be interrupted by another explosion fired by a suffering Natasha. Looking back at where he once stood, Y/N let out a choked sob. They each raised their hands as 'SHIELD' crowded around them, ordering them as if they were law enforcement.
-
"It was him." She stated, staring at her handcuffs. "He looked right at me, like he didn't even know me."
"How is that possible? Its was like 70 years ago."
Steve pursed his lips at Sam. "Zola. Bucky's whole unit and Y/N were captured in '43."
"He experimented on us. Whatever he did enhanced me and helped Bucky survive the fall." She saw the look on her friend's face. "It's not your fault, Steve. I should've known they tested on him too."
Natasha interjected. "It's not your fault, either."
Y/N closed her eyes, shaking her head as if her mind had refused to accept the reality she was in. The throbbing pain stemming from the slight wound on her hip was a generous pinch to keep her sane. "Even when I had nothing, I had him. Nick was a part of him."
Sam's eyes glossed with sympathy towards the 'young' woman before noticing the blood oozing from the redhead's shoulder. "We need to get a doctor in here. If we don't put pressure on that wound, she's going to bleed out here in the truck." The guard launched forward slightly, aiming a charged electric baton at him, only to plunge it into their colleague's torso.
Maria was relieved of her helmet with a sigh. "That thing was squeezing my brain. Who's this guy?"
"Long story."
With an odd look, she alleviated the pressure around Y/N's wrists, taking the heavy duty handcuffs off. "If I give you a set of coordinates, can you get us a portal there?"
"I'll try my best." Within minutes, a purple circle had become the fugitives' great escape.
They suppressed the urge to ask a 1,001 questions entering the warehouse, even more baffled when they faced a practically bed ridden Nick Fury. "About damn time."
-
They'd been informed of their mission, to take down SHIELD as a whole. Y/N stood with a tense brow, her thoughts unsure as her fingers trailed the railing of the bridge she'd occupied.
10th of April, 1938.
Bucky Barnes watched his fiancee, mesmerized by the simple action of red pigment coating her lips.
"What are you staring at?" Y/N tugged the oversize shirt closer to her body, looking at his splayed out figure in the reflection of her vanity. The sight of his bare chest had her tummy swarming with the most excited of butterflies.
He leaned forward from his position on the bed. "My beautiful fiancee."
She giggled, rolling her eyes as she stood. "I don't have time for your kisses today, I promised Mary I'd go shopping with her." She balanced a cigarette between her lips, swiftly lighting it. He didn't reply, entranced by the blinding glimmer of the diamond engagement ring on her finger.
"You don't even have time for one kiss." He took the cigarette from between her fingers, placing it in his own mouth. Y/N kissed his cheek with a mischievous smile before pulling up her skirt and tucking her lover's shirt into it, ignoring the whine Bucky gave at her now concealed undergarments. "That's not fair."
She combed her fingers through her hair, pouting her lips in faux pity. "Why don't you go visit Steve today? See how he's doing. Take some of last night's dinner with you, he needs to eat more than boiled veggies."
"Yes, ma'am." He stood behind her, large hands falling onto her waist, sweeping them up and down, along the curves and dips of her stomach and hips before completely wrapping his arms around her. "I love you. I love you in this life, and I'll love you in the next, and the next."
As he buried his face into her neck, Y/N smiled in failed frustration. "James," She playfully warned. "I'll see you tonight."
He huffed as she spun to face him, patting his chest in appreciation. "Fine. Can I have a kiss?" She leaned up, not quite meeting him as he halted her. "A proper one, this time."
She grinned, raising her eyebrows in disbelieve before pecking his lips. What was originally a peck turned into a prolonged declaration of love from Bucky, leaving her to pull away, leaving him dazed. "I love you. I'll see you soon."
"I love you, more. See you later, doll."
Sam's quiet footsteps snapped her out of her daydream. "He's going to be there, you know."
Y/N let out a humorless chuckle. "I know."
"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."
She shrugged. "Well, you have to stop someone to save them, right?"
"He might not give you the chance. He doesn't know you."
"He will." She countered, confident. "He'll remember me. I'll stop him, then I'll save him."
-
They'd successfully infiltrated SHIELD, Y/N, Steve and Sam heading out towards the hellicarriers on Maria's guidance.
"Hey, how do we know the good guys from bad guys?" Sam quizzed.
Y/N laughed. "If they're shooting at you, they're bad."
They all parted ways, beginning the ascent to the hellicarriers. Sam with his wings, Y/N devising portals upwards and Steve just being Steve. It didn't take long for explosions and literal hell to rain down on the three.
"L/N, status?" She responded to Maria's call, hopping through portals while attempting to dodge incoming bullets.
"Trying my fucking best- engaging!" She grunted, launching blasts of purple heat at said bad guys. "Alright, I'm in."
"Me, too." Sam responded.
"Alpha lock." Steve confirmed.
She was so close, so close yet so far. Jumping threw another entryway, she was instantly thrashed into the side of a structure, a wound evident on her side as Sam expressed his difficulty with 'the bad guys' over the comms. "I'm down, but I'm working on it." She gasped, fingers working to produce flecks of purple, heating the injury, mitigating her of pain.
"You good, Y/N?"
"Never been better, Rogers." She muttered, instantly getting back to work. "I can't get a portal directly to the helicarrier, but I'm almost there."
"Good. Bravo locked."
She continued her journey, the hairs at the back of her neck alarming her of something near. Him.
She steadied herself. "You're not as good as you think." Y/N was quick to block the incoming punch, turning around and twisting it as she went, kneeing Bucky in the torso. Kicking him back, she opened a portal to the nearby helicarrier, stepping through just in time.
The avenger jogged through the metal walkways, sighing when he landed before her. "People are going to die, Bucky. Don't make me do this, don't make me hurt you." She failed to mask the crack in her voice, the dryness of her throat.
When he made no attempt to move, she closed her eyes momentarily, hurling a ball of heat at him, commencing their fight. His guns were quick to be kicked away during combat, falling off the edge of the bridge. He switched to a knife, easily being over powered by his foe. "You were always better with a gun." She taunted, opening the center core.
He didn't let her complete her mission, launching himself at her, only to be kicked off. They paused, knife dangerously close to her neck, purple force eliciting from her hands attempting to inch it away. Y/N shoved him away, tending back to the center, using as much energy as she could to create a forcefield of heat around her. She took out the helicarrier's blade, reaching into her boot for what was left to complete of her mission.
She turned, striking Bucky through the forcefield before he got to close. She certainly wasn't prepared for it to fall immediately, leaving her to once again fight him hand to hand, causing them to fall down to another level of the helicarrier, the targeting blade slipping through her fingers.
Y/N spotted the small device, knocking him back and jumping, a large thump echoing from the glass, to retrieve it. She ran, like her life depended on it, a sharp pierce had bloomed on her hip, sending her down. She plucked it out with a strangled cry, pinning down it's wielder. "Drop it." She noticed the targeting blade in his hand. Forcing Bucky's arm into many positions, bone cracking and screams ripping at her heart. "Drop it!" She yelled.
She fell onto her back, arm around his neck and leg hooked over his metal arm. The enhanced woman took the device the second Bucky's body went limp, whispering a quiet apology before opening a portal to the center. It was farther than expected due to her exhaustion, her run towards the destination was slowed by the wound she'd acquired on her hip. "30 seconds, Y/N." Maria informed, antsy.
"Stand by." She gasped for air, leaning on the railing. A gunshot went off, an agonizing throb occurred in her shoulder. Y/N was sure 30 seconds had gone by as tears slipped down her face, failure hitting her harder than a bullet.
Pushing herself up with a groan, she slipped the blade into it's compartment, falling back with a whimper. "Charlie lock."
"Okay, Y/N, you have to get out of there."
Wincing, Y/N shook her head as if Maria could see her. "Fire now."
"But-"
"I'm not going to make it. Fire now!"
Her aching body was carelessly thrown around as a result of the rattling, her surroundings crumbling as she hung on to the one metal railing. She stood, through all the commotion, approaching a trapped Bucky Barnes.
Curling her hands underneath the structure that had him down, she pulled it up with a strain, wrists aching and neck pulsing at the sheer weight. Releasing it harshly when he crawled away, they faced each other again. "You know me." She insisted.
"No, I don't!" He retaliated with a punch, luckily missed by the skilled super soldier.
"You've known me your entire life," Another lazy hit missed. "Your name is James Buchanan Barnes. You are my fiance." Another.
"I'm not going to fight you, sweetheart. You're the love of my life."
He ran towards her, caging her to the ground with his weight. "You're my mission."
"Then finish it. I love you in this life, and I'll love you in the next, and the next."
Bucky couldn't find it in him to hurt the woman before him, his eyes displaying a degree of horror she'd never seen before.
Under the stress of havoc, the glass beneath her broke, sending Y/N L/N to the water.
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Waking up in a fit of coughs, the ache in her body gone and the inflammation in her hip healed, she squinted at a retreating figure.
"Hey!" She yelled, scrambling after him. Bucky turned, weary. "Can I show you something?"
He nodded, hesitant. The familiar shade of lilac engulfed the pair, their surroundings a stark contrast to the river. "Where have you taken me?"
"We're still by the river, it just looks different. We used to live here, together."
The assassin took one step forward, deeming it safe before he looked around. "Who is this?" He pointed to a picture from the Stark expo. Nick had been on Bucky's shoulders, his parents sharing their own embrace.
"That's our son, Nick. We took him to the Stark expo in 1943 before we went to England. You really doted on him."
"We have a son?"
She nodded. "You do. He's about 77 right now. We've got great grandchildren, too." Y/N observed the man, smiled at how in awe he was of the past life he lived, "If you wanted to, I could help you remember. I have a safehouse, no one knows where it is. We could stay there."
"Okay."
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Okay but after watching Falcon and The Winter soldier….
I SO feel like writing some bucky fics
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@allegra-writes IMMA DO IT. BUCKY TURNING BACK INTO THE WINTER SOLDIER ILL BREAK EVERYONES HEART IF I MUST
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Hot Chocolate Nights
An Avengers Fic
I don’t really want to say that it’s a Bucky fic since I see Y/N and him as more platonic than love interests but if you prefer it to be a romantic relationship, go ahead!
I wrote and finished this at 2 in the morning. I tried to make it more bearable but honestly, I think it’s beyond saving. It’s a waste of effort not to post it though so here.
Requests are open!
TW: The darkness/voices are euphemisms for depression, Y/N is an insomniac, instances where world destruction and violence are mentioned.
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When you’re an Avenger, there are certain responsibilities that the world expected from you, one of which was being a protector. The person the world could call on when they experience a disaster that they couldn’t face without their help. The Avengers are, after all, a group of remarkable people and this was the sole reason why they were created.
Watching Nat, Steve, Tony, Thor and the rest of the other Avengers in action – yes, Y/N found that it fit them, being called protectors. That was who they are at their very core. Steve would jump in front of a speeding bullet to protect a child; Nat would run in straight lines rather than zigzags if she was being shot at, if only to avoid civilian casualties; Tony would sooner protect Pepper by casting his suit towards her rather than himself if it meant that she would be safe. They were, at the very core, protectors.
Perhaps that’s why Y/N felt like she didn’t quite belong. She wasn’t a protector, she was the person the Avengers should be protecting the world from.
It was silly, really. Even now, after a full year of working with the Avengers, she still couldn’t fathom what possessed the team to try and turn her into a hero.
Wanda and Pietro? She could understand that. Sure, they’ve done some deplorable things but they did it in anger and though it doesn’t quite justify their actions, Y/N saw them easily fitting in with the team. At their very core, Wanda and Pietro were good.
Y/N couldn’t relate to that. She wasn’t good. She was anything but good.
When the Avengers had rescued her from Hydra, she was sure that they would kill her. She would have, if she was in their position. She was a freak, after all. A weirdo with abilities that shouldn’t exist on this Earth. A power that was no match for anyone, not even Wanda.
She was autopotent. She had complete and limitless control over herself, which brought her closer to the status of a god rather than a human being.
If she wanted, she could give herself the ability to shape shift or the ability to alter reality. One thought and she could have fire dancing at her fingertips or give herself the ability to plunge the world in darkness. Her limitless power could end worlds just as easily as she could create them. She had no limit, no end. She was Eternity and she was infinite.
She hated it and she hated Hydra for turning her into this.
She’s tried to purge herself of her powers several times in the past and some of the attempts had even caused her to accidentally end her own life but nothing she did worked. She’d wake up the next day just as powerful as ever. Her abilities clung to her like tar, unwilling to give up the powerful vessel they inhabited.
She thought she could live with the power and that, perhaps, it may even be a good thing. After all, power over oneself? Most people would kill for that. Except, she doubted they’d end a life if they found out that with her power came the horrible, evil voices that refused to leave her alone.
They whispered to her every day, flooding her mind with horrible images. Her friends dead at her feet, blood pooling from their eyes, the world laid to waste, fire and destruction enveloping the world, erasing the greenery and the life and plunging the world in darkness.
She could ignore it easily enough when she was surrounded by her friends. Sam and Bucky’s banter often made her laugh and her laughter deafened her ears to the whispering darkness; physical training with Steve, Nat and Clint often left her ears ringing and her mind too tired to take notice of the darkness; playing video games with Thor, Loki and Peter helped her to ignore the whispers; experimentation with Bruce and Tony and even movie marathons with Wanda and Vision made the darkness disappear. They couldn’t touch her when she was happy and with her friends, not when she was so full of life and light.
But when she was alone, when the sun has faded and her hunger was satiated, when she was isolated and by herself, that is when the whispers began to scream.
Tonight, they were loud, unbearably so. Image after image of destruction flooded her mind. Every blink she made was agony, images of her dead friends searing across her eyelids.
These are what will come to pass, the voices said. Let destruction rain on humanity and welcome death’s embrace.
She almost wanted to cry. She wishes she could tell her friends what was going on with her but she couldn’t burden them with these. They had enough on their plate as it is.
She sighed and sat at the edge of her bed. It was clear that sleep would not come to her tonight as it rarely came to her at all.
Let go of your rage and fury. Let destruction rain.
She ignored the voices and trudged out of her room. The voices followed her out like a dark, fetid breeze but she’s found that when she was in motion, it was easier to ignore the voices.
She was quiet, her slippers in her hand as she shuffled around the compound in her bare feet. When she was out of the sleeping quarters, she placed her fluffy slippers by her feet, wore them and walked. She passed the dining room, the living room, the sitting room and the elevators before she finally arrived in the dark, empty kitchen.
“Friday, do you think you can turn the lights on?” She said into the emptiness, her voice quiet, only a step above a whisper. She was afraid to shatter the stillness in the compound and though she knew she could make as much noise as she wanted without fear of waking any of her friends because of how far the kitchen was from the sleeping quarters, she was afraid that saying anything too loud would seem like an invitation to the darkness.
The lights turned on and Y/N stood there for a moment, her eyes adjusting to the light. When her eyes adjusted, Y/N shuffled towards the pantry. She pulled the door open and the light above her came to light, illuminating the space. The space was large, as most things were when Tony created them. There was enough food in here to last them at least a year, even if they ate three square meals a day at the compound. A variety of snacks and chips lined the wall as well as canned goods, loaves of bread and packs of powdered drinks. There was even a wall dedicated for coffee syrups for when the Avengers had gotten into a whole boba phase and Tony had attempted to create some for the team. It didn’t end very well.
She smiled against the memory and for a moment, the voices quieted themselves as warmth and joy flooded her. The feeling was fleeting and soon, the voices returned.
You are a god in a sea of mortals. End their lives claim your power.
She grabbed a random pack of instant noodles with one hand and on the other hand, she grabbed the open canister of cocoa powder.
“Did you find everything you needed, Ms. Y/L/N?” Friday asked her as she closed the pantry’s door behind her.
“I did, yes. Thank you, Friday,” Y/N said with a soft smile.
She opened one of the cupboards and with a wave of her hand, two pots floated from the cupboard and towards the waiting stove. Another wave of her hand and water flowed from the sink and towards the two waiting pots. A thought had the fire roiling beneath the pots.
Fire shall cleanse the world and purify it. Destruction is imminent.
She walked towards the refrigerator and took out the carton of milk, a small can of condensed milk and a single egg.
You are power, life and death itself. The Avengers are but a limitation you placed upon yourself. End them and let yourself reign.
She let the monotony of her actions drive her, center her. They helped to drown the voices out, and so she carefully studied each of her actions as she went through the motions, almost like she narrated them in her head.
When the water turned into a roiling boil, Y/N placed the uncooked noodles and its seasoning in one pot while she lowered the heat of the other and added tablespoon after tablespoon of the cocoa powder. She added the milk and a touch of the condensed milk and a sprinkle of cinnamon before she turned the heat off and poured the dark liquid on her favorite mug. She frowned when she realize that she’s made too much hot cocoa. She added the egg on the other pot and instead of transferring its cooked contents into a bowl, she simply took a pair of chopsticks from one of the drawers and waved her hand, the pot and mug following her as she walked towards the empty kitchen island.
The smell of the noodles wafted through her nose, causing her mouth to salivate. As she took the chopsticks and raised the noodles to her lips, she heard a set of shuffling footsteps and, strangely enough, Bucky walked in wearing a simple pair of boxer shorts and a black t-shirt. His short, fluffy, hair stuck up at odd angles, which made it obvious that he’s just rolled out of bed. His eyes were shut against the sudden bright light of the kitchen, his metal arm hiding his face in shadow as he waited for his eyes ro adjust. When it did, he regarded her curiously. “Y/N? What are you doing so early in the morning?”
She looked comical with noodles hanging from her mouth, her chopstick raised in midair. She slurped the noodles in the most unladylike way possible and covered her mouth with her hand before she answered Bucky, who was looked at her with an amused expression. “I’m eating.” The words came out garbled because of the food in her but Bucky understood her nonetheless.
“I can see that,” He said with a smile as he walked towards her. “Is that hot chocolate?” He pointed to her mug.
She swallowed her noodles as she nodded. “Yeah. I made extra if you want some.”
An image flashed across her mind, Bucky dead on the floor, his body a mangled mess of injuries. She pushed the image away.
He took a mug from one of the cupboard, filled it with the hot chocolate and raised it to his lips. A look of pleasant surprised graced his features as the flavors of the chocolate filled his mouth. “Wow. This is really good.”
Y/N gave him a smile, his compliment warming her body and silencing the whispers, if only a little. “Thanks. I’d give you the recipe but it’s a secret.”
“Well you are full of secrets,” Bucky laughed as she took the seat next to her on the kitchen island. “Eating out of the pot, I see.”
“I don’t like doing dishes,” she said with a wrinkle of her nose.
“I don’t either.”
Y/N slurped some of her noodles, this time in a smaller quantity to make it easier for her to chew and swallow it. “Do you want some?”
“Sure.”
Kill him and end his ceaseless suffering.
She handed the chopsticks towards Bucky’s awaiting hand and watched him slurp some of the noodles down.
“So what are you doing up this early?” Bucky asked her when he handed the pot back to her.
“I haven’t really gone to bed yet,” she shrugged. “Couldn’t really sleep. You?”
“Same.” Bucky said with a tight smile. “Nightmares.”
Y/N gave him an understanding smile. She may not understand what it’s like to have nightmares but she understood torment. She experienced it everyday. And though Bucky’s torment came in a different form, suffering was something they shared.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Y/N asked gently.
“Nothing really to talk about. It’s the same old nightmares about Hydra. How about you? Do you experience insomnia often?”
Y/N gave him a rueful smile. “Everyday.”
“You don’t really seem tired.”
She waved her fingers and sparkles of magic fell from her fingers. They disappeared before they reached the floor.
“Right. Superpowers,” Bucky chuckled.
Y/N took a big bite of the noodles and handed the pot back to Bucky who did the same.
“I’m guessing your nightmares are about Hydra?”
Bucky stared at her intently. For a moment, Y/N thought she may have intruded and offended him by the callousness of the question but he smiled at her and her worries eased.
“Yeah. They can’t seem to get out of my head,” he replied. “It’s mostly about my missions though. The people I’ve…” he trailed off and Y/N instantly understood the shame that lodged in his throat, stopping the words from coming out.
A killer. He doesn’t deserve to live.
She gave the supersoldier a reassuring smile. “I get insomnia because of the voices.”
Bucky’s attention snapped at her in surprise. “Voices?”
“I’m not crazy,” Y/N added hastily before Bucky could say anything. “No need to call Bruce on me. I just… the voices, they come with the territory. I think it’s because of Hydra. Some kind of psychological experiment they were trying on me. The scientists in charge of me died before they could finish the job and the Team rescued me soon after. The voices tell me to do these terrible, awful things and they show me horrible images. It’s why I can’t sleep at night. It’s exhausting to push them away.”
“You haven’t tried to use your powers to make them go away?”
“I have. Believe me, I have. They go away but they always managed to find their way back to me.”
Kill him and let blood rain. We are your only true friends.
“You should tell someone,” Bucky said softly. “Maybe Bruce can find a way to—“
“Bucky, if I can’t fix it, no one can.” She said the words gently, like she was the on reassuring him. “This is just my reality. There’s no changing it anymore. I just have to learn to live with it.”
“Do you spend all your nights like this? Drinking hot chocolate and eating ramen?”
“Sometimes, it’s ice cream,” Y/N said with a chuckle. “Or chips or leftover food we had for dinner. Sometimes I bake. The hot cocoa always stays though.”
“Is that why our kitchen always smells like chocolate chip cookies?”
Y/N nodded eagerly and Bucky let out a loud laugh.
“Steve and I always wonder why our kitchen smells so good in the morning,” Bucky smiled, or what looked like the ghost of it. Something about the way Bucky smiled often reminded Y/N of a promise. A slight lilt at edge of his lips, his eyes alighting just a tad, almost like he was teasing you, daring you to ask him to smile. “And you spent your time alone? What do you do all these hours?”
“Lots of things. Sometimes I read. I can go through an entire book in one sitting. Sometimes, after I eat, I train my magic or my fighting skills. Other times, I go out on a run.”
“Alone?”
“Alone. Always alone.”
Bucky stared at her, his face unreadable. He let the words settle on his skin, let it echo and rattle in his head.
Alone.
Alone.
Always alone.
Not truly alone.
A lonely existence. It was awful, Y/N had to admit. She lived in a building full of people and yet she was always lonely. Somehow, Y/N knew that this was a premise to the rest of her existence. She didn’t know why has these abilities or how she even got them. And some part of her knew that she was probably immortal and that she would live a lonely, wretched life until the Earth turned into dust, most likely by her hand, by her limitless power.
“Well with the exception of Friday,” Y/N joked.
There was a hum as Friday powered up at the sound of her name. “Happy to be of service, Ms. Y/L/N.”
“But this night—“ she gestured with her hands “— it’s my first night with someone else. I have to be admit, it’s nice. I like your company, Barnes.”
Bucky matched her smile and she found the simple gesture warming her insides faster than the hot cocoa. “I like your company too.”
Conversation ebbed and flowed easily between them, the voices fading into a dull sound and the edges of her mind. Soon the ramen was finished and their cups drained to the bottom but that didn’t stop Y/N and Bucky. A bond had formed between them, a silent understanding. Though their circumstances were different, there was always something about torment and shared trauma that bound people together.
They talked about the years they spent in Hydra, memories that they remembered from their previous lives and who they were before they were taken. They talked about the team, the little habits that the Avengers had that annoyed them, the things they loved about them. They talked about anything and everything and they only stopped when the sun’s golden fingers reached across the sky, alighting the once dark canvas into shades of pink and purple.
The next night was the same. Voices, her vision edged by darkness.
Slaughter them. Kill them. Reclaim your right as ruler of the world.
She waited until she was sure that the whole house was asleep before grabbing her slippers and padding out of her room and straight into the kitchen. After taking the opened box of hot cocoa and she went through the motions of creating her signature hot chocolate and this time made sure to create enough for four people. Last night, Bucky had mentioned that he’d like to have some of it again and perhaps even share a cup of it with Steve and Sam.
Tonight, she decided that she would bake.
They all deserve to die. They are ants, mere insects in your presence. End their petty existence and take your place.
With a wave of her hand, bowls, measuring spoons and cups and ingredients floated all around her before finding their way on top of the kitchen counter. Another wave had a cookbook flying towards her, opening at the page for creating brownies. It levitated a few inches off the ground, as though propped up by invisible hands.
An image flash in her head. Her friends laying under the rubble of the compound, their eyes open but glassy, crushed under the weight of the cement. She pushed the thought away.
She was just about to crack and egg over a bowl when she heard the shuffling of feet. Several feet actually. Her attention turned towards the door where she found the Avengers piling into the kitchen, all dressed in pajamas, with Bucky leading the group.
“Guys,” Y/N said in disbelief. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you all be in bed?”
They mean to disrespect you. They deserve to perish.
“We could ask you the same thing,” Nat said with a smirk.
“Barnes here said you made a mean hot chocolate and I for one would love to try it,” Tony said as he circled around the kitchen. He reached for her still steaming mug. “This it?” Before she could even reply, he’d raised it to his lips.
Y/N gaze snapped to Bucky and he gave her a sheepish smile.
End them. Kill them. They mean to offend you.
“That is good,” Tony said after a loud sip. “Oh that is really good. You guys have got to try this.”
Tony passed the mug to Nat who took a small sip. She closed her eyes, a happy and content look on her face. “That is amazing.”
“Thank you,” Y/N said, almost in astonishment. She couldn’t even bring herself to be upset that Tony had stolen her chocolate. “I didn’t make enough for all of us though. You’ll have to wait if you all want some.”
“That’s alright,” Steve said, taking a seat on one of the vacant chairs on the island. The other Avengers followed suit, taking their own seats, filling up the counter like customers in a diner. “We can wait. We’ll even help you.”
They deserve nothing but death.
“It’s my secret recipe,” she said sheepishly, unable to contain her blossoming smile. “You all sit there. I’ll make it.” And so she got more cartons of milk and more condensed milk and more cinnamon powder and even more cocoa powder. She even got some cacao nibs from the pantry, to add a little something extra to the hot chocolate.
“Are you baking something?” Wanda asked from where she sat, peering at the still floating pages of the open cookbooks.
“Brownies,” she answered as she whisked the chocolate.
“What are brownies?” Thor asked them curiously.
“You’ve never had brownies, Mr. Thor?” Peter asked in surprise as he entered the kitchen.
You are darkness, eternal. You are the life of the universe. They are nothing.
“Kid,” Tony said with a sigh as he ran a disappointed hand over his face. “You have school tomorrow. You should be in bed. What are you doing here?”
“Mr. Bucky Barnes said that there was a team meeting…” Peter’s sentence trailed off, suddenly unsure.
“At 2 in the morning?” Sam asked with raised eyebrows. “C’mon, kid. This is an adults only meeting. Come back when you can grow a beard.”
“Stop bullying him,” Y/N laughed from where she stood, stirring the chocolate to make sure that the nibs were broken down. “He can stay.”
“T-thank you, Ms. Y/L/N,” Peter stuttered taking the last vacant seat.
“Do you need help with the brownies?” Wanda asked. “We’d love to help.”
Y/N smiled. “Sure. You guys can get it started.”
“What are brownies?” Thor repeated.
“They are baked goods, I believe. Created out of chocolate and flour and eggs. The internet often gets into debates about which pieces are the best.” Vision replied.
Easy conversation soon echoed around the room, followed by the sound of clinking glass bowls and spatulas and spoons scraping and mixing batters. It replaced the quiet that Y/N has come to associate with the kitchen. She smiled as she heard the team chatting amongst themselves and she could feel her heart swell with love.
She saw Bucky approach her and he helped her fill the mugs she had set in place.
“You didn’t have to do this for me, you know,” Y/N said with a smile.
“I wanted to,” Bucky smiled. There it was again, that promising smile. “You need to know that you are not alone. Not when you’re with us.”
Y/N stared at him. She noted the openness in his face, at his languid posture and his promise of a smile. He continued to fill up the mugs, oblivious to her stare.
Y/N held his metal hand stopping him from scooping the last bits of chocolate. He looked at her in surprise and she said in a quiet voice so that the others couldn’t hear, “Thank you.”
Y/N watched as Bucky’s smile widened from a promise to a promise accomplished, a resolute feeling that could only be appreciated in the certainty of fulfillment.
Y/N knew she would tuck this memory away forever, frame it in the deep recess of her mind. This was one of the few times she felt truly loved, surrounded by her friends, her family. Never has she felt such a strong feeling of affection and contentment, never has the voices been silenced and stayed silent.
She knew they would come back, as was inevitable. When the plates where washed and the laughter has ceased and her friends had returned to their respective rooms, she knew the voices would return. But worrying about the future only served to take away the peace of now.
So, she shook the thoughts away from her head and served the hot chocolate and, with some help from her friends, laughed the night away.
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Where I Want to Be
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Pairing: Baron Zemo x Reader (no gender, race, body type given)
Synopsis: You’re busy doing some things around the house but can’t wait to spend time with Zemo. *Fluff*
Word Count: ~750
A/N: I started this almost 2 weeks ago, but I haven’t had more than a few minutes here or there to work on it due to family emergencies. As sad as this is going to sound, I honestly spent all day trying to find 5 uninterrupted minutes to proofread this to see if it makes sense and I was unsuccessful even with that. But I’ve decided to post it as is. I apologize for any mistakes or errors. Not beta’d.
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You move about the house purposefully, attending to the last few tasks on your to-do list. You pass by the living room; Zemo is lying on the couch, his nose in a book. Your lips curl at the sight of his peaceful state. You love seeing him like this—relaxed and carefree. Between missions and memories of his past, it wasn't always easy for him. 
You amble past him, pausing momentarily to allow your fingers to tousle his hair. The silky strands slip softly through your grasp. 
His gaze meets yours, his eyes illuminating at the sight of you. His mouth opens to speak, but you stop him.
"Shh," you breathe. "Keep reading, my love. I'll join you soon." Your fingers glide through his hair once more, and you continue on your way. 
You proceed with your tasks, stealing glimpses of him as you can. You find yourself straightening candles on the mantle, not out of necessity, but rather because it brought you nearer to him. 
You brush a kiss on his forehead as you pass this time.
The intrusion pulls him from his thoughts, but he doesn't mind. He treasures anytime with you, no matter how fleeting. 
Your fingers linger on his face, massaging his beard. You want nothing more than to crawl onto the couch with him. Soon, you remind yourself.
"Liebling." His hand reaches up to cradle your features, but you pull away. 
Without another word, you turn and walk off. You smile to yourself, knowing you left him wanting more. You feel his gaze follow you out of the room. 
Zemo's lips press together into a long smile, relishing the sweet memory of your gentle touch. His attention shifts back to the book once you're out of sight. However, he found focusing on the text more and more difficult. 
Your favorite song vibrates on your lips as you hum to yourself, your thoughts drifting to him. You move more swiftly as you put away the dishes, hoping to join him once you're finished.  
You place the last dish in the cabinet and take one final look around to ensure you had tidied all you had intended. Everything was in its place. You twirl your favorite marker between your fingers before crossing off the last item on your list. 
You return to the living room, finding him just as you left him. You lean against the door frame, taking a moment to appreciate his tranquility.
Finally able to join him, you smile and take a deep breath, quietly making your way toward him. Your fingers dance through his hair as you kiss his forehead. The warmth of your breath lingers on his face. 
"Mein Schatz." Zemo hums his appreciation. He lays the open book on his chest, his hand reaching up to cradle your face. This time you don't pull away. 
His thumb caresses your cheek, drawing you to him. Slowly, he brushes his lip against yours, barely touching them, just enough to tease you. 
Your spine tingles with anticipation. You lean into his touch, longing for more. 
He obliges, kissing you softly and slowly. The movements of his lips are careful and deliberate, tantalizing your senses. 
Your cheeks warm from his tender affection. You hope it never ends but, then he pulls back, a satisfied smirk gracing his lips. It is his turn to leave you wanting more.
You suck your lower lip, not yet ready to move away from him. 
"I feel as though you would like my attention." His brow arches questioningly. "What is it that you would like to do?"
You turn into his hand, kissing his palm. "You can continue reading. I'll just nestle here quietly."
"As you wish." He shifts slightly, happy to accommodate you joining him. 
You climb onto the couch beside him. You rest your head on his chest, breathing in his familiar scent as you listen to the steady rhythm of his heart. 
His arm wraps around you, holding you securely. His fingers carefully caress your back, drawing lazy circles on it. "Are you okay here?"
You nod, cuddling further into him. "More than okay," you admit, your eyes closing as you relax in his arms. The busyness of the day melts away under his care. "This is perfect. I'm right where I want to be."
"Me too." He retrieves his book, holding it with his other hand and begins reading aloud to you. 
You snuggle into him, letting the melody of his soothing voice lull you. This was all you needed after a long day—just him and a quiet moment. There was no place else you’d rather be.
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Y/N gasped, looking around as she awoke. There was a soft light in the room. She recognized it as the med-room in the Tower. She realized something was on her face and moved her arm to take it off. She grabbed the top off it, feeling that it was an oxygen mask, and pulled it off. She sat up and looked around, finding that she was the only one in there. She pulled the IVs out of her arm and was surprised that nothing went off. She got out of the bed and began to walk to the door. She grabbed a syringe, just in case she needed to fight back, and walked out of the room. 
She walked down the stairs and into the library. Pulling the book she walked down the dim hall to the "meeting room”. She stopped in front of the automatic door, hearing voices inside. She faintly recognized them as Sam, Bucky, Wanda, Natasha, and Peter’s.
“She’s gonna lose it when she finds out about her father.”
“Do you think she’ll still cooperate?”
She could hear Wanda’s sigh, “With her dad still being out there? There’s no guarantee.”
“We’ll figure--” Natasha started.
“Just tell her when--” The door opened and Peter stopped speaking when his eyes laid on her.
Everyone turned their heads to look at her. She let in a shaky breath when she saw who all was in the cave. Those who she already knew: Sam, Bucky, Wanda, Natasha, and Peter. However, a few others were there too: Tony, Vision, Steve, Clint, Bruce, Thor, Rhodey, Scott, Carol, and Hope. No one who had one was even in their suits. Everyone dressed normally. Vision was even looking like a normal person and not a robot.
Bucky smirked while Peter turned away from her and Sam sighed. Everyone else just looked down at their hands. Bucky walked towards her and took the syringe out of her hand. After pushing her into a wall as she went after him. Plus he had to do it just to make it hard for her to be able to move. When he pushed her into the wall was when she noticed Loki and Yelena. She attempted to speak, but it came out as a hoarse whisper. “What are you doing with them?”
He just ignored her question and moved her arms to be over her head and held them both with one and took the syringe with the other. “You and a syringe against a bunch of 'heroes’?” He walked away slightly and let go of her wrists. And he tossed the syringe across the room so she couldn’t get it. “That is why no one allows you to make the plans.”
She stared at the god and the spy and it was as if Bucky knew she was about to pounce on them, he held her against the wall again. So she was left with just speaking in the hoarse whisper. “What the hell are you two doing here?”
Yelena was the one to speak, “Stop Bucky stop.” She looked at Y/N, “Y/N, just listen. Please.”
Tony was the next to speak, “With your father watching you, it was too risky for us to tell you our plan.”
Y/N finally pushed Bucky off of her when she felt his weight shift. He sighed and motioned for one of the empty seats at the table. “Sit.”
When she didn’t move, Clint walked over and grabbed her arm and gently pulled her over, sitting her in the empty seat next to him. Her actual seat. He took the bowl that Rhodey was handing him and placed it in front of her. “Eat. You’ll feel better.”
But she didn’t. She just stared at the bowl as Steve started to speak. “If we had told you what we were planning, it wouldn’t have worked. We knew your father was watching you thanks to Loki and Yelena pretending to be on his side, we were able to find you.”
Natasha spoke, adding something that triggered something in Y/N, “Bucky helped to create the plan. Then he told me so I could carry it on to my sister and Loki.”
Other words were said, but she didn’t acknowledge them. All that she could think of was how Bucky promised to protect her and yet her father still got her. And now she was being told that it was all apart of some plan that everyone was in on? That she was supposed to get taken so they could send everyone that was helping her father to jail again. So they could get some silence for a short time before one of them broke out again.
And she had no idea why she did it, but it was as she stared at her fingers, noticing that they still were almost as perfect as they were for the wedding that something in her snapped. She slowly looked up at Bucky. Not caring that everyone in the room could easily take her down. She quickly stood up and jumped over the table towards him. It was as if he was expecting it as he quickly pulled his arms up to protect him. She still got him. 
Somebody pulled her away but she elbowed them in the nose and ran over to Bucky again and began to slam her fists on his chest in anger. But even though she was angry, she was sobbing in pain. She was hurt that he let it happen. “You promised he wouldn’t get me!” It was barely recognizable due to the painful sobs coming from her. “You promised me! You lied! You’re a liar!” It came out even worse than the previous statement. He was probably the only one who heard her. But she didn’t care. She just kept repeating the two statements. You promised me! You’re a liar! You promised me! You’re a liar!
She didn’t know how long later it was, but soon she felt stab in her left and right sides. It didn’t take long for the effects of the drug to take place. Her vision soon began to blur and she began to lose whatever balance she had and fell to the ground. But she fought passing out. Even as she was on the floor, she fought it. 
She felt someone carefully lift her up and she was about to attack them until she saw it was Peter. She shut her mouth and focused on him. Faintly hearing him say something. Probably that he was taking her back to the room as they soon left the cave. It was as they exited the library that he finally spoke to her, “I didn’t know.” She didn’t realize what he meant until he said the following statements. “Neither did Vision, Clint, Bruce, Thor, Rhodey, Scott, and Hope. None of us knew of Barnes’s plans.”
She didn’t know why she said it because it wasn’t true. “I know.”
He looked down at her and smiled, “No you didn’t. You may know a lot of things, but that wasn’t one of them. You had no idea that we didn’t know.”
She felt herself being lowered down and soon felt the soft mattress behind her. “Maybe, but I’m happy knowing that at least I wasn’t the only one in the dark.”
He pulled the blankets over her and he pulled the chair next to her, “I was terrified when he and Wilson pulled me. They actually told everyone that you were just sick and I tried to believe it, but I knew it wasn’t true.” He carefully took her hand in his, “I-I thought that you were dead when we got you. You...you were so still and cold. Your lips had turned blue and your skin looked like it was as pale as it could get..”
“I’m sorry.”
He shook his head, “Whatever do you have to be sorry for? None of this was your fault.” He was right, it wasn’t her fault, but she still felt like she had to say it. He kissed the back of her hand, “Go to sleep. I’ll see you more in the morning, okay?”
She nodded and closed her eyes. Sleep soon coming to her.
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earlgreydream · a day ago
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gentle.
| zemo x reader | fluff | smut |
soft dom zemo 🤍 ✨
cw: d/s, daddy kink, praise kink
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Zemo walked through the door, closing it behind him quietly. He searched for you quietly, aware you’d likely be asleep at this hour. He found you on the couch, where you had attempted to stay awake for him.
A yellow knitted throw blanket was wrapped around you, and you were half sitting up, having fallen asleep mid-episode of a sitcom.
Zemo smiled at you, amused by your sleeping figure. He shut off the television before picking you up, carrying you to bed so you could have a proper night's sleep.
His heart melted as you snuggled into his chest in your sleep, unconsciously recognizing the presence of your lover. He kissed your forehead, brushing stray hair from your face. He listened to your steady breathing, contently watching you sleep before drifting off himself.
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“Good morning,” Zemo greeted you.
You were yawning as you walked into the kitchen, rubbing your eyes sleepily. You looked darling, and Zemo watched you in adoration.
“What’re you doing?” You slurred softly, still half-asleep.
“Making you breakfast, pretty girl.”
You leaned up on your toes for a kiss, being happily indulged by Zemo. He carefully hauled you backwards, away from the hot stove.
“I don’t want my little love to burn herself,” Zemo explained to you, making you roll your eyes at his tendency toward being over protective.
His large hand grasped your jaw, holding your head to look at him. He didn’t hurt you, only displaying his strong dominance by manhandling you gently. His grip was only tight enough to hold you, putting you in your place without being harsh.
“Cut the attitude,” Zemo warned softly before holding you still so he could press a firm kiss to your lips.
“Yes, daddy,” you murmured, feeling especially submissive. He’d been gone on a work trip recently, and you were happily well behaved, loving the way he indulged you in attention and doted on you upon his return.
“Go set the table,” he nodded, and you did as he asked.
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“Why don’t you come back to bed with me?” Zemo asked, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.
You nodded, gently laying a hand on his cheek and giving him sweet little kisses as you stood in the kitchen, the tile cold against your bare feet. He tapped your bum, signaling you to walk toward the bedroom.
Before you even made it there, Zemo was pulling your shirt over your head— one you had stolen from his side of the closet. Your breath hitched softly, your hands going to your chest to cover yourself as you walked through the house. 
“No, my love, let me see your pretty tits,” he scolded, prying your hands away. You shivered, feeling a bit shy in front of him. You giggled as he mouthed at your chest, kneeling in front of you. The hair on his face tickled your skin, creating an odd sensation. He kissed down to your navel, kneeling before you in just loose gray sweatpants.
He hooked his fingers into your shorts, pulling them swiftly down your legs and tossing them aside. You were left in just your panties, barely covered by pale lilac fabric, plain except for a tiny bow sitting between your hips.
You were so innocent, and Zemo couldn’t get enough.
“Yours too?” You questioned, touching his waistband as he stood up.
“No, pretty girl, I’m going to leave mine on.” Zemo shook his head, sitting down on the bed, his back resting against the headboard. You stood beside the bed, unsure of what he wanted.
“Come here, why’re you being so shy?” He teased lightly, taking your hand and helping you onto the bed.
You were surprised as he pulled you to lay over his lap, your ass in the air as you bent over his thighs. Your arms folded under your head, and you turned to look up at him.
“Are you going to spank me, daddy?” You asked, a whine lilting your voice. You were startled, you’d been so well-behaved, and you didn’t feel like you deserved to be punished.
“No, of course not. I just want to play with you,” Zemo bent down and kissed your lips, easing the uncertainty in your mind.
“You need to relax.”
You nodded, exhaling a slow breath, trying to obey. The tension slowly left your muscles as he trailed fingertips up your bare spine, his touch finding the dips in your back. You gazed at him from under your lashes, admiring the gentle man who loved you. He smiled down at you, brown eyes locking with yours. 
“I love these,” he mused, touching the lilac thong that curved along the swell of your ass.
You let him part your legs a bit, allowing him to see more of you. His strong hands squeezed the flesh of your thigh, pulling them apart on his lap.
Zemo couldn’t tear his eyes off of you. You felt him harden under your belly as he got a full view of your cunt practically spilling out of the thong. The fabric barely covered you, providing a filthy sight to Zemo.
His fingers dipped down, squeezing your puffy sex, cupping your mound and touching your lips. The action made you breathless, and he ran his fingers up and down the light cotton, until a dark patch started to form, your arousal soaking through your panties. He tugged up just slightly, monitoring your reaction at the pressure it put on your clit, the little bundle of nerves that was now throbbing with need.
You’d grown warm on his lap, despite being almost entirely naked. You felt observed, strangely aroused and overly shy as he practically inspected your pussy. You tried to swallow a small whine as the fabric pushed against your clit, biting back the noise.
“Daddy, why are you looking at me?” You whispered, squirming under his touch. You’d done your best to hold still and let him touch you as he pleased, but you were growing needy and embarrassed.
“Because you’re beautiful, little love. Do you want me to bring you pleasure? You’ve been so sweet, I do feel as though you’ve earned a reward,” he offered, the gentle gaze in his eyes completely sincere.
“A reward?” you questioned softly.
He hummed, nodding at you. You smiled shyly, lightly kicking your feet. 
“You’re all wet, darling.”
You buried your face in your arms, sighing as Zemo ran his fingers over your sex before pulling the fabric down your legs. He prodded at your pussy, spreading your lips with his fingers and lightly pinching the puffy skin.
“Daddy, you’re teasing,” you accused, pouting a bit. 
“What do you want?” He asked, a small smirk adorning his gorgeous features. 
He wanted to hear you say it, trying to ease you out of your shyness. 
“I want you to touch me properly, please,” you asked politely, pushing up on your hands to kiss him. 
“I would be happy to, my love.” 
You relaxed back on him, humming as he dragged his fingers through your folds, bringing them down to rub lazy circles on your clit. The small movements had heat spreading between your hips, tension starting to form. 
Zemo eased off of the direct stimulation, pushing one of his longer fingers past your tight muscles, feeling your velvety walls swallow his digit. He slowly pumped it in and out, your body squeezing around him as he inserted a second finger. 
He listened to the soft sigh that left your lips, morphing into a moan as he stroked forward, pressing against your g-spot. He relished in the mewels that escaped you, your back bowing as he rubbed your clit while moving his fingers inside of you, brushing sensitive areas that had you seeing stars. 
“Oh... daddy,” you whined, the pressure tight in your abdomen, settled just above your sex. Your muscles contracted around his fingers, clamping down as goosebumps rose over your delicate skin. 
“Are you close, darling?”
You nodded, unable to trust yourself not to scream if you tried to speak. You squirmed on his lap, your thighs shaking. 
“Let go for me, pretty girl, I want to see you come all over my fingers,” Zemo encouraged, smirking as you squeezed your legs around his hands, trying to stop the stimulation as you came. Your fingers gripped the begging and you squealed, arching your back as you lit like a match, pleasure spreading through every inch of your body. 
Zemo gently kept up his slow thrusts, his fingers dipping in and out of you, helping you ride out your orgasm, prolonging it as long as possible. 
The tension in your muscles faded with your release, leaving you relaxed and dazed. Calm settled over you, deep breaths making your back rise and fall. 
“That’s my sweet girl, taking my fingers so well. You look so pretty when you come. I’m so proud of you.”
You glowed at his praise, savoring the gentle moment with your dom. He took the time to carefully clean you up before pulling you up to sit on his lap. Your fingertips ran through his facial hair, beaming as he gazed at you with his kind brown eyes. 
He pulled you into a kiss, strong arms wrapping around your back and closing you against his chest. His lips moved against yours perfectly, Zemo an expert scholar in your body and your kisses. He swallowed your quiet, happy sighs, enjoying the intimacy. 
.
“I love you,” Zemo spoke, a Sokovian accent lilting off of his words.
He was massaging lotion into your body after a shared shower, protecting your skin from the dry air. A cup of jasmine tea was in your hands, steaming and filling the room with a sweet scent, mixing with the smell of your lotion. 
“I love you too. I’m really happy you’re home.”
“I won’t leave for that long again. I missed you, I’ll stay local from now on,” he said, surprising you. 
“You’re staying local? But you’ve always traveled with work,” you questioned, thinking you misunderstood.
“I have, but you’re everything to me, and I can’t stand to be apart from you.”
He melted at the grin that spread across your face, your joyful kiss tasting like jasmine. You leaned back into his chest, his arms snaking around you to hold you in a tight hug. 
“I can’t imagine anything better than waking up to you every morning. So that is what I plan to do, as long as you let me,” Zemo said.
“I’ll let you stay forever.”
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Summer Road Trip
Sam Wilson x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader
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Y/N remembers the quick and hurried road trip that Steve, Bucky, Sam, and herself all took when they were on the run in Europe. It wasn’t necessarily a fun memory, but it did bring back some fun memories from her childhood.
“Oh, c’mon guys. It’ll be fun, I promise. We can go anywhere.” Y/N pleaded to her friends and co-workers. 
“Anywhere?” Bucky asked looking up from his cup of coffee. 
“Anywhere.”
Y/N finally coerced her guys into giving in to her summer plans. They each picked a place they wanted to go, then figure out the routes and details from that point. Steve wanted to go to Colorado, where Bucky always dreamed of Texas. Sam’s from Louisiana, so naturally, he would choose somewhere north, like Chicago. Y/N chose Charleston to represent the history she loves.
“Charleston? Why?” Sam asked.
“Well, I’ve always wanted to see where Steve and Bucky fought. Cause you know, they’re ancient.” Sam laughed with Y/N as they were chased down by the two super soldiers. 
Traveling with her three boys were fun. Coming from the Avengers Base in upstate New York, the gang decided going west, traveling down south, then back up the east coast. 
They chose to go the route through Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois to reach Chicago. After that, continuing through Illinois, Missouri, Kansas, and finally Colorado. Next, Colorado, New Mexico, Texas to come into the state. Next, Texas, Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia, South Carolina to get to Charleston. Lastly, South Carolina, North Carolina, Virginia, Maryland, Pennsylvania, and back home in New York. Stopping at Chicago first, Sam loved every minute of it. Taking photos at Millenial Park and the Cloud Gate made all the difference to a deep southerner. Steve loved Colorado, wanting to see the mountains. Camping was an experience to remember. Texas was next and it was simple and southern. Sweet tea, farming, and brisket was Bucky’s ideal fun. Charleston came last, but it was the most fun Y/N had had the entire trip. Pure enjoyment of the historical and eatery there was. The being on the water and feeling the southern charm brought Y/N back to her childhood. It tooka total of 8 weeks to get around the United States, but they wouldn’t trade it for anything different.
“This trip is one to remember. I am blessed to have you three in my life.” Steve said, laying in the grass watching the stars. 
“I don’t think I’ve seen this much of our country.” Bucky commented.
“Nice job kiddo.” Sam patted her knee.
No matter where your job took you, where your friends chose to be; Y/N knew that she was home with her three boys, Steve, Bucky, and Sam.
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griff-us · a day ago
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Black Out Days | Master List
Pairing: James Bucky Barnes/ Original Female Character.
Important Tags/Genre: AU-canon divergent, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Eventual Relationship, Depictions of Violence, Fluff, Angst.
Word Count: 2338
Summary: He is decommissioned; more out of a personal choice than from outside pressure. James wants nothing more than to live simply---considering the over complications and trauma of his one hundred and six years of existence. So, he leaves New York and settles in a small town off the coast of Maine.
And that’s when he meets her. An odd little bartender by the name of Honey. And that's when his life once again faces complications.
Notes: This is entirely self-indulgent; lots of fluff, angst, and an eventual relationship based loosely around the events of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. This is meant to be a OC type of thing but can be considered a Black!reader insert I'd say.
I don't edit too hard, so excuse any minor mistakes!
Updates once a week; also found on my A03 | Spotify Playlist ( updated occasionally )
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avengerscompound · 2 days ago
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Moving On - Chapter 11
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Moving On: A Falcon & Captain Marvel Fanfic
Masterlist PREVIOUS //
Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Sam Wilson x F!Reader, Carol Danvers x F! Reader
Word Count:  1854
Rating:  E
Warnings:  Pregnancy, grief, ptsd, giving birth
Synopsis:  You thought Sam Wilson was the love of your life.  You had planned to do it all with him - marriage, kids, see the world.  Even when you’re life gets turned upside down, and you both end up international fugitives, he’s there by your side.
Then Thanos comes.
When Sam is one of the many turned to dust, leaving you alone and pregnant, you don’t think you’ll ever stop grieving.  Yet, everyone tells you that Sam would want you to move on and live your life - that he’d want you to be happy. Gradually you open your heart up to another.  Carol Danvers has lost people too.  First her daughter, then her wife.  As the two of you lean on each other, feelings grow and you move on together.
So what happens when Sam is returned to you?
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Chapter 11: Katherine Wilson
People had started to notice things between you and Carol, you were sure of it.  You’d walked in on Carol and Natasha talking once and you were sure that Carol had just said you weren’t ready for that.  But as soon as they heard you were there they’d shut up completely and just gone and poured themselves a drink.  There was a look people gave you when you and Carol were together, like they were trying to work out what was going on, or they knew something you didn’t.
Or maybe you were just projecting out of guilt.
The truth was, you did really like her.  Maybe if Sam was still alive you’d just call her your best friend.  She was absolutely your best friend.  You were always so excited when she showed up and even though you and Natasha were as close as two people could be, there was a connection you had with Carol that felt special to you, and it was that connection that was making you feel guilty.  Because Sam wasn’t here, and you were attracted to her, and you did wonder what it would be like if you were more than friends with her.  You wondered if it would be hard without her around much.  You wondered if she’d let you go with her into space.  You wondered what it would feel like to have her lips on yours and her hands exploring your body.  You wondered if Sam would mind if you moved on.
Because part of you wanted to.  Part of you wanted to be able to let go of some of this grief you were holding on to.  The whole universe was grieving and everyone just kept saying everyone needed to move on.  The world needed to heal and it never would if people couldn’t move on.
It was easier said than done.  You were pregnant with Sam’s baby and dreaming of the life you had planned together.  The little life inside you was going to have to take priority from now on and nothing about this was fair, least of all that Sam couldn’t be here to meet her and you even considering moving on from that with someone else felt like you were spitting on his grave.
What remained of the team did their best to help you prepare for her arrival.  Natasha was going to appointments and birthing classes with you.  Steve organized a rather sad gathering that stood in for a baby shower.  Carol came and dragged Maria up from Florida with her.  Sarah couldn’t get time away from the boat because she was coming up when the baby was born.  Rhodey, Rocket, and Nebula showed, though Rocket and Nebula were more confused than anything and Rocket offered to buy the baby from you.  And that was it.  Bruce said he couldn’t get away from the lab, Thor called you but said he had much to attend to, and there wasn’t even a no from Pepper or Tony, though a few days later a delivery came with a crib, car seat, and stroller with a little note about not being ready for that.
You visited Sarah once a month for a week until you reached the final trimester and then had to make do with video chat.  She was getting excited about the arrival of her niece.  By the time you got to two weeks from your due date, Carol showed up.  You hadn’t been expecting her and you definitely didn’t expect her to stay.
“Of course I’m staying,” Carol said.  “I wanna be here when the little parasite detaches.”
You laughed and shook your head.  “Well, I appreciate it.”
“I’m still going to be your birthing partner, right?”  Natasha asked.
“Yes, Nat,” you said.  “Of course.  Though I think you’re doing me a favor, not the other way around.”
“I’m excited,” she said.  “I’ve never seen a baby be born before.”
“I’m not excited,” you said.
“Well yeah, you’re doing the work,” Natasha teased.
“I’m not here to get in the way,” Carol said, holding her hands up.  “I just feel super invested and I figured you might like the help.”
She hadn’t been wrong about that.  Natasha was great, but she wasn’t the expectant parent here, and having another person around made things a little easier for you.  Even if her back rubs always left you a little more turned on than you would like.
You, Natasha, and Carol were having lunch together when you felt your first contraction.  Carol had flown into the city and bought back Thai food with extra chili because you’d hoped the spice may get labor underway.
It seemed to have done the trick, six hours later your water broke and you were experiencing strong and regular contractions, and another two after that you went to the medical unit with both Natasha and Carol at your side.
The labor lasted another five hours.  Five hours of pacing the room, and eating ice chips, and your back being rubbed, and being told you can do this, and feeling like you were both simultaneously going to catch fire and split in half before your daughter was placed into your arms screaming her tiny lungs out.
“Oh my god,” Natasha said, sitting on the bed beside you and rubbing her back.  “She looks just like him.”
Tears pricked your eyes as you looked down at her.  Maybe you were just seeing things because you wanted it to be true, but the little bundle on your chest, who was now starting to settle, looked to you like you’d cloned him.
“Hey, little one,” you said, playing with her tiny hand.  “Your dad would have loved you so much.”
“He would have been fighting you to hold her,” Natasha said.  “You wouldn’t have been able to get the smile off his face.”
A tear escaped and ran down your cheek.  “I wish he was here.”
“I know, milaya,” she soothed.  “We’ve got you.”
Carol moved closer to you.  She’d been staying out of the way for most of the labor, just getting ice and drinks and telling nurses they needed to dial back on the pep talk when you’d started to look a little murdery.
“Do you have a name for her?”  Carol asked.
“I’ve been thinking about a few,” you answered, wiping your eyes.  “I thought I’d name her after him, but then, I don’t want her to think she was supposed to live up to his legacy.  We never talked about names though…”
“Hey, honey,” Carol said, rubbing your back.  “You can name her whatever you like.  No one will judge you for it.”
“Katherine,” you said.  “But I’ll call her Kit.”
“That’s so cute,” Natasha said.
You looked at her and smiled. “Did you just say something was cute?”
“I think things are cute,” Natasha argued.  “I just don’t admit it very often.”
“Hey, Kit,” Carol said, playing with her hand.  “It’s nice to meet you.  Welcome to the big scary world.”
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It was a little while before you were taken to a recovery room.  You had to deliver the placenta and Katherine needed a vitamin K shot and her very first vaccination.  You tried feeding her and you took a shower and changed into your pajamas before having something to eat.  By the time Katherine was asleep and you were in a nice clean bed it was five in the morning and you’d been up for over twenty hours.  You were exhausted and all you wanted was to sleep.
Carol had a cot bought in and slept on it beside you.  It was such a simple thing, but it made you feel seen.  She’d recognized a need in you to not be left alone, and she’d responded.  You loved her a little more for that.
When you woke the following afternoon the room was full of flowers and balloons.  “Hey there,” Carol said from her place on the sofa chair in the corner.  “You slept for like twelve hours.”
“Katherine didn’t wake up?”  You asked.
“Nope, she’s sleeping like an angel,” Carol said.  “But Steve and Sarah are here waiting to meet her.”
You looked over at the baby in the little plastic tub that acted as a bassinet.  She was wrapped up in her teal muslin wrap with foxes on it and her little mouth was open.  She was so still you weren’t even sure she was breathing.  “You sure she’s okay?”  You asked, putting your hand on her chest.
“Yes,” Carol laughed.  “They get tired from the giving birth bit too.  Monica slept for seventeen hours.”
When you felt her chest rise and fall you relaxed again.  “How about you go take a shower and I’ll get them to bring you breakfast.  Then if you’re up for it, I’ll send them in.”
You nodded.  “Thanks, Carol,” you said, getting up.  “You’re the best.”
“I know,” she teased and helped you into the bathroom.
You showered and changed and when you came back in an orderly was setting up breakfast for you and a nurse was waiting to see you.  She checked you over and asked you a few questions before taking a quick look at Katherine and leaving you be again.
“Ready for people?”  Carol asked.
“Yeah,” you said, getting into bed again.  “Thank you.”
Carol left and you began to eat.  Steve and Sarah poked their heads in together.  “Hey, mama,” Sarah said, creeping in with her boys on her heels.  “Where is she?”
You pointed to the little bassinet where she was sleeping.  “Natasha said you named her Katherine?”  Sarah asked as she moved over to her.
“That’s right,” you said.  “Kit.”
“Hey, Kit,” Sarah said.  “Look at your cousin.  God, she looks so much like him.  Can I hold her?”
You nodded.  “Of course.”
Sarah picked her up and the infant wiggled and made a small whining sound before settling in her arms again.  “Look what you made,” Sarah said, looking at you.  “Sam would have loved her so much.”
“She’s beautiful,” Steve added.  “Congratulations.”
“Thank you,” you said, wiping your eyes.  “I wish he was here.”
“I know,” Steve said.  “We all do.  This isn’t fair.  But he would have been so happy to be a dad.  He talked about marrying you and having a family so often.”
Steve paused as he watched Sarah sway back and forth with Katherine.  “He would want you both to be happy.  You know that right?”
“I don’t know how to do that, Steve,” you said.
Steve rubbed your back. “I know.  I know how hard it is to move on.  I don’t even know if I can tell you if it’s possible.  But maybe there’s something you can find that is close.  Sam loved you so much.  He’d want you to have a life.  He’d especially want her to.”
You sighed and nodded and looked out at the hall.  You couldn’t see Carol but you knew she was out there.  You knew Steve was right and that Sam would have wanted you and Katherine to be happy, but you weren’t so sure about the moving on part.
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earlgreydream · 2 days ago
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abandoned.
| zemo x reader | smut |
dark!zemo
cw: highly dubcon (kinda noncon), abduction, mentions of torture, forced breeding, dark!zemo, lactation kink
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“You think you’re something, no?” The mocking laughter was dripping in cruelty.
You bit your tongue so hard you tasted blood. Your eyes stayed trained on a crack in the floor a few feet ahead of where you were kneeling on cold cement.
You didn’t react when a hand cracked across your face, knocking you to the side, trying to pull an answer out of you.
“They’ll come for me. The avengers won’t leave me, they’ll come back for me!” You spat, looking up into cold brown eyes. They were empty, soulless in fact. His gaze iced your soul, sending a chill down your spine.
“My darling, not even god himself can save you now,” he sneered.
“Fuck. You.”
“You’ll join us, Y/N. You’ll become well acquainted with your villains when you realize there’s no other option.”
You should your head, screaming against the gag that was shoved in your mouth, silencing your vengeful yells.
. . .
Months. You had been abandoned for months.
After being abducted on a mission in Sokovia, your team had never returned for you. Or if they had, they never found you.
You’d been locked in a cold, cement chamber. You were left alone, only fed and given water as little as necessary.
Helmut Zemo was determined to break you.
. . .
Three months later, the door opened, light pouring onto the cement floor.
“Submit to me, and I’ll let you out of this cage,” Zemo knelt down, his thin lips curving into a lopsided smile.
“You’ve spent months here in this filth. Don’t you want to be cleaned up and fed and doted on? You are so pointlessly resistant.”
“Please get me out of here,” you begged weakly.
All of your resolve had crumbled. Your team never saved you, and you were all out of options. The only thing standing between you and getting out of this cell was your own stubbornness, and you were ready to give it up.
You felt like your mind was fracturing, and you were left numb, pliant for the sadistic baron. You decided you didn’t care what “submit to me” meant— as anything would be better than your current situation.
A leather-gloved hand was held out to you as chains were removed from your wrists. You hesitated before taking it, letting the baron pull you to your feet.
That was the first time you realized how much bigger Zemo was than you. He was tall, broad, and strong, with a dominating presence that overpowered you.
And cold, empty eyes.
. . .
You didn’t know which was worse: being in a solitary dark cell, or being Zemo’s toy, decorated and attached to his side like a pet.
You’d gotten so used to the feeling of his hands on your body, you almost craved it. You were starved for affection, for touch, for interaction, and Zemo was the one satiating your needs.
“Come here, little one.” 
You rose from your seat on the chair in the corner, approaching Zemo. He was lounging on his bed in a white bathrobe, an arm tucked behind his bed. The baron watched you walk over to him, having no reason to disobey. You’d abandoned all of your resolve, and you went to his side when asked. 
If you behaved, he didn’t torture you. You’d learned after your first attempted escape, you were far better off just doing as he asked. When you obeyed Zemo, you were awarded the liberty of being dressed and fed, and he wasn’t violent with you. 
You flinched when he reached up and touched your face, turning your head away. 
“Get on the bed.”
“I’m sorry,” you breathed, opening your eyes to look at your captor. 
“Get in the bed on your own, or I will force you.”
You crawled onto the mattress, letting him push you onto your back. It seemed to appease him a bit, because he lifted your hips and put a pillow under you, carefully smoothing his hands up your legs. 
“Aren’t you going to get a condom?” you asked weakly as he dropped his robe and pulled your knees apart. You’d stopped resisting, looking up at the blond in concern.
“No, my darling, I’m going to breed this little body of yours, and let you carry my heir,” he said, making your body feel frozen. You couldn’t swallow the knot that swelled in your throat, choking on the fear his words instilled in you. 
“Don’t cry. You’re going to look gorgeous when you swell with life,” Zemo said, sliding his hands up your body and kneading your breasts roughly.
“And these... My heir may have to share,” he growled, lightly biting your skin. 
“Zemo, Zemo, please. Get someone else, I don’t...” you sobbed, weakly pushing at his chest. He gripped your wrists in one hand, easily overpowering you with his size. 
You despised how good of a fuck he was. He filled you perfectly, even more so when he wasn’t protected. You tried to block out who it was, just feeling another warm body. 
Zemo at least had the grace to make you come first. 
It made your body relax around him, clouding your mind with happy chemicals as he emptied his seed in you, buried so deep he was practically shooting into your cervix. 
He didn’t let you up, forcing you to lay with your hips elevated, staying buried deep in your sex. He hushed you, though not harshly. 
“I know it’s frightening, but just take it. Be my brave girl, Y/N.”
“You’re sick.”
“Oh, darling, you don’t know the depths of my depravity.”
You didn’t doubt him.
. . . 
Zemo had been informed by several of his employees that you wouldn’t stop crying, and they kept asking to sedate you. He’d harshly declined, reminding them of your pregnancy. 
Finally, he left his work, going to see what the problem was. Since you’d been carrying his child, you’d become more docile, and even less resistant to him, as if the part of him growing inside of you had plunged you fully into stockholm syndrome. 
“Y/N. Whatever is the matter?” Zemo entered his chambers, which had become yours as well. 
You looked up at him, wrapped in a knitted blanket, curled up on the corner of his couch. He knelt down in front of you, and an outsider may have thought he was caring. Really, he was worried about his heir, your extreme stress becoming problematic. You didn’t matter to him.
“You will answer me, unless you want to sit back in that cell.”
“I’m lactating too early and it hurts,” you confessed in embarrassment, tears spilling past your waterline. 
Zemo pulled your shirt off of you, freeing you from the constraining fabric. You let him inspect you, begging softly for help.
“Please do something, I’m in pain,” you begged, choking on your words.
He hummed, having half a mind to let you sit and weep. He watched you for a moment before an alternative came to mind. 
“Come here,” he commanded, sitting beside you. 
He helped you onto his lap, easing you to straddle him. He carefully squeezed your breast, earning a pained whine. Nothing happened at first, and you squirmed in discomfort. You cried out when milk started to drip from you, easing the painful pressure. 
“Zemo?” you questioned softly in embarrassment as he leaned down and wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking the milk into his mouth. 
You were horrified, but you couldn’t deny him as the pain began to dissipate. It was terribly arousing, and you carded your fingers through his hair, your dark, twisted, unhinged lover. 
When he moved to the other one, you had stopped crying, soothed by the relief from pressure and pain that had been plaguing you for days. 
“Better?” Zemo asked, pinching you enough to hurt. 
“Yes, thank you.”
“I expect you to be good for me.”
“Yes, sir.”
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lowkeyerror · 2 days ago
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Y/n: Do you guys think I'd be a good mom?
Sam: Absolutey
Bucky: A child would be lucky to have you
Y/n: How about a good wife?
Bucky: Absolutely
Sam: Anyone would be lucky to have you
Y/n: Thanks guys, I think I'm going to go talk to Pepper *walks away*
Sam and Bucky carry on with the conversation for a few seconds until...
Bucky: Y/N COME BACK
Sam: ITS TOO SOON WAY TOO SOON
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noshame-bb · 2 days ago
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bubba’s summer time sleep over!
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I don’t know that I’ve earned the privilege for this but aaaahh I’m back and I’m so excited!
so, you can request whatever, or talk and ask questions!
starts: June 23rd-June 28th
Characters I write!:
Steve Rogers/Chris Evans
Bucky Barnes/Sebastian Stan
Stucky!xreader
Sam Wilson
Pedro Pascal
Din Djarin
Javier Peña
I do write daddy!character x little!reader if that’s something you want to request!
I also write any a/b/o dynamic!
you can ask me questions, anything you’d like to know! I’m pretty much open to anything!
😶‍🌫️-give me a situation……..
💳-kiss marry kill
😈-random blurb! give me a character and a situation
🔫-I’ll put my playlist on shuffle and give you a song
🤍-describe yourself and I’ll tell you who I ship you with (tell me your fandom?)
👻-would you rather with characters
🌼-fic recs!
💫- I’ll reveal a random secret 👀
🥳- truth or dare?
🍩- cast your mutuals!
🧃- ask me a question and I’ll answer
❤️‍🩹- I’ll tell you some of my fav movies!
if your are an anon, feel free to use an emoji to label yourself!
ah happy summer everyone! happy to be back!
all the love, H
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7soulstars · 3 days ago
Hey, if you still take requests, can you write No5 with Bucky pretty plz?❤️
I hope you mean no.5 from the prompts darling.Cause I really am always waiting for someone to request smthn from the promps list and I love you for this. So lets goo! 
Sweet Night
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Prompt 5. “Look at me. I love you.”
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Sad Bucky , Panic Attacks and Nightmares , Lots and lots of reverse comfort ( if ya’ll not really into that ); FATWS spoilers
Summary: After 7 years Bucky finds himself at your doorstep. (Heavily inspired from the song Sweet Night by V/ Kim Taehyung)
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A year after endgame everything seemingly was going back to normal for most of the Earth. The Avengers at least those of them still left were busy with their duties as heroes. Sam took over the title of Captain America. And Steve’s diary lay on the desk of Bucky’s therapist open on his list of amendments. Every single name crossed out.
And a missing page.
Every night his head tossed around on that darned pillow on the floor images of that one door open flashing vividly in his dreams.
“You really gotta get help for that man”, Sam had warned for what seemed like the millionth time as he held a beer to his partner’s cheek. Bucky idly dismissed him as he took a sip of his drink. “I’m serious Buck, having a panic attack every time you even think about going anywhere near her neighbourhood is really not great for you. That also goes for your nightmares.”
Another sigh and he replies “It’s not that easy Sam.....What would you do?”. “Wrong person to ask Bucky”, Sarah chuckles as she passes by them getting a reply in the form of a scoff from her brother. “I would go confront her and do anything I can to get her back.”
That night wasn’t any different for Bucky as he woke up sweating and panting. His palm flat on the cold hard floor as he supported himself. “I really need a couch”, he grumbled before proceeding to look at the starless bitter sky through the window.
“Remember when I caught you breaking in through my kitchen window with a shivering little kitten in your hand because the door was locked, you were on the run AND you did not want the poor cat to suffer in the rain...?”
He smiled as he remebered your question that he had never answered back. ”How could I forget? You pepper sprayed me in the face right after I got in....”
“Woah you look like someone touched your hair products” “Leave me alone Sam......” “You know you will never know untill you try....” “I know....”
“What did you dream of ?” “You and I on a ship floating in the sky as we looked at the stars in Wakanda.....” “You make me want to come along with you”
“I wish I had let you....” he said as he wiped his eyes full of tears .That was the first time he had a dream and not a nightmare. The only night he had stayed with her.
“Do you think.....” “Think what ?” “That she would have the door open for me this time ?” Sam looked. at his friend for a second before looking back at the sea. “ I do...”
“Bucky. Look at me. I love you. I always have and I always will”
He woke up in a cold sweat as his eyes fell on the picture hung on the wall. “That was the last thing you said to me....”
Running in the middle of the night during winter was probably not the best idea for anyone but for Bucky it was everything in this moment. Especially as he didn’t ever falter before frantically ringing the doorbell of a house all to familiar.
“I knew it was worth it you know.....waiting for you even when you told me not to...”, she had spoken as she lay with her back on Bucky’s, his tears wetting the crook of her neck. 
No further words were exchanged as he held her tighter her hand petting his hair as the both gazed into the Sweet Night and the end of the soldier’s nightmares.
--The End--
Done ! I am so sorry for the huge delay ! I really hope you like this! I have no idea if this has turned out well so please do tell me🥰! I really wish more people would ask from the prompt list. It is really amazing for me to write and think about ! Do not hesitate to send me fic requests and please like, comment and reblog my work if you like it to support me! Please do not plagarise my hardwork! I hope to hear from you more!
~Love, Hri
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happygowriting · 3 days ago
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Title: Hold Me Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Rating: Teen Word Count: 841 Warnings: anxiety, hurt/comfort, anxiety attacks, angst Author’s Note: I know it's really late to be posting a fic but I've had anxiety all day and I sat down and just started writing and this fic took form. I wasn't going to post it at first but then I thought about everyone else who suffers from anxiety and how this fic might help them to find some peace tonight. I hope this brings you some comfort it you read it. Reader is written in a way it could be any gender or any race.
Nobody has permission to repost, translate, or copy my works anywhere. I only post on AO3 and tumblr. If you see my work anywhere but on these two sites please let me know.
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You wake up and you feel it. Anxiety. A weight on your chest. It makes breathing hard. Tears are already in your eyes and you haven't even been awake a minute. Breaths coming in short gasps. You sit up, clutching your blanket to your chest and you wonder when it'll be over.
Thoughts about if you're good enough cloud your mind. The what ifs questions you hide from. What if I'm not a good friend? What if I'm not as nice as I think I am. Over and over again these thoughts slide through your mind while the tears slip down your cheeks.
The anxiety never goes away, not even when the tears stop and you catch your breath. All day you feel it. Bringing up your messages. Typing out thoughts. Questions. Needs for reassurance. But you delete them. Because you don't feel like you deserve them.
Your mind is twisted. Self doubt. Restless thoughts. More messages typed out. Using your notes app on your phone to type out messages that you’ll never send. A smile plastered on your face. You’re okay, you say. Coffee made. Anxiety increases. Spending all day curled up in bed wondering why you were this way.
You desperately want the anxiety to go away but try as you might it stays all day. In every thought. In every look. In every part of your day. It’s there. Taunting you. Telling you you’ll never be good enough and all of the relationships you’ll ever have will fade away. You don’t deserve friends. You don’t deserve love. You don’t deserve anything.
So all day you lay in your bed, phone cradled close as if it can give you the answers, the comfort that you need.
That’s how Bucky finds you. Hidden under the covers, half drunk water bottles scattering your night stand, face tear stained, still trying to fight out of the hole that your mind has dug for you to lay in. He knows just from looking at your form hidden under covers how your day was and he hates that for you. He knows how you feel, he’s been there many times himself, so without a word he toes off his shoes and climbs into the bed with you.
He slips under the covers and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest and holding you tightly. Your back is to his chest, every inch of him touching you and holding your body against him. A soft kiss to the back of your head, but not a word is said.
You feel yourself start to relax, his touch always brings you a peace that you can’t ever find the words to describe. He rubs your side, pressing his lips to your ear to whisper that you’re okay.
“It doesn’t matter what caused it, I don’t need the details. We can lay here all night sweetheart.” His words are soft, wrapping you in a blanket of love and care. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here earlier but I’m here now.”
“You’re okay sweetheart. Let it out. It’s okay to cry.” He says when you start to cry again, but this time the crying is different. It’s relief that pushes tears from your eyes. It’s knowing that you can fall apart and you’re not going to be alone.
Your body sags against his, the tension slowly melting from your bones as you relax slowly. He helps you turn in his arms so you can bury your face in his chest and you can wrap yourself around him. He doesn’t stop holding you tightly. He keeps his arms around you, his hand rubbing your back in soothing circles.
It’s what you need in this moment and it reminds you once more how grateful you are to have someone like Bucky in your life. He understands you in ways that nobody else has ever understood you.
He holds you as you cry, making sure to tell you over and over again that he loves you. Even when the tears dry up and you lay there exhausted by your mind in his arms, he keeps telling you that he loves you and keeps holding you close.
“There’s my pretty sweetheart.” Bucky says softly, his thumb brushing away some stray tears. “Tomorrow we’ll give your therapist a call but tonight we’ve got each other, okay?”
You nod, no arguments about calling your therapist because you know you need the talk.
“Have you eaten today?”
You shake your head. You had barely moved from your bed.
“I’m going to order us food.” Bucky says as he pulls his phone out. He knows in times like these what you need and what foods bring you comfort.
When the food comes he turns on a movie that you like and you lay there, eating and watching it in the comfort of his arms. The anxiety you felt isn’t gone, but it’s a little easier to handle now. Sometimes you just needed a shoulder to lean on.
Sometimes you just needed Bucky to hold you.
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