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captainwidowspring · 7 months

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I definitely agree, it really is wild that some people actually think that Nico was some meek innocent victim, or that John's reaction was unreasonable. I guess it's a testament to how effective the show's anti-John-Walker propaganda is, for it is hard to see how else so many people could become convinced of such a clear untruth. Indeed, it's similar to how in Civil War, another propaganda-heavy film, some people actually think Steve was the one who attacked Tony in Siberia, despite the fact that Tony was the sole aggressor. And heck, the efficacy of the anti-John-Walker propaganda is further demonstrated shortly after Nico's death; many people think for some reason that John started the fight for the shield, when it was clearly Bucky, and John literally said "You don't want to do this," when it became clear a fight was imminent. Propaganda is really no joke.

Perhaps the most frustrating thing about people acting like Nico was an innocent victim is the fact that he is particularly guilty. From the way many people talk about Nico, one would think he was a random civilian—indeed, the person cited above actually implies that he was a "defenseless noncombatant"—but he was literally a hostile enemy attacker. Now, @captainpikeachu nicely explained why all the Flagsmashers are blameworthy: "if a group of people lured you and your loved ones to a location just so they could kill you and instead got your loved ones killed, does it really matter who physically did the killing when they’re all there to help?" But Nico was much more involved in what happened than most of the other Flagsmashers were.

First of all, Nico played a very active role in the attempted murder of John. Minutes before the tables were turned, Nico had caught John and held him helpless specifically so that Karli could stab him to death. Nico knew full well what he was doing, and he did it deliberately. So it's not like Nico was just standing around chilling, he was actively trying to cause harm.

And this supposed innocent victim very nearly succeeded in taking John's life. It's a really good thing that John ended up deciding to take the serum—he had been agonizing over whether to do it—because this allowed him to confront the Flagsmashers on a somewhat more even playing field. Otherwise, Nico would have been able to murder John himself; he wouldn't have even needed Karli's help. It was only because John was able to so effectively fight back that Nico had to focus his attention on subduing John instead of being able to immediately go for the kill.

And indeed, the fact that the serum helped make it possible for John to hold out against the Flagsmashers for so long is the only reason that Lemar was able to rescue him, as Lemar saved John at literally the last possible second. It really looked for a moment there like John was a goner; that is why Karli got so mad when she was thwarted. If Lemar had been any slower, or John had been imperiled any sooner, Lemar wouldn't have reached John in time: and John's blood would then have been on Nico's hands, probably literally as well as figuratively. So the serum is a major reason why Nico's attempt to get John killed was unsuccessful, but even with that and the presence of Sam and Bucky, John barely survived the attempt on his life.

And second of all, Nico is also directly responsible for Lemar's death. Many people take Nico's cry of "It wasn't me!" at face value, and accept it as the truth, but it is quite thoroughly false. Nico might not have been the one to strike the killing blow against Lemar, but the fact remains that Lemar would not have been murdered without Nico's contributions. Indeed, Nico's attack on John is the reason why the murder attempt bore any fruit at all, because John had been doing a pretty good job of frustrating the Flagsmashers' assassination attempts before Nico assaulted him. But Nico's assault made John vulnerable, and was instrumental in creating the situation that got Lemar killed: for this was the reason that Lemar was forced to throw himself in harm's way, as well as the reason why John was unable to defend Lemar from Karli's subsequent wrath.

It would have been pretty clear that Nico was culpable in John's murder if Karli had successfully killed him, so it is unclear why people cannot see that Nico is culpable in Lemar's murder simply because the victim changed. While the person who ended up dead wasn't the one Nico had been aiming for, the death still happened as a direct result of his actions.

Thus, it's quite frustrating when people try to demonize John for what he did while absolving Nico, completely ignoring the fact that minutes before the incident Nico had been quite determinedly trying to kill John, and was only narrowly kept from succeeding. And those efforts directly led to Lemar getting killed, which is why Nico's claim of innocence would have been particularly galling. Nico simply received a taste of his own medicine.

So, unsurprisingly, that take which adopts the usual tired view that John is a villain while Nico is innocent is quite thoroughly untrue. For not only was Nico neither defenseless nor surrendering, but also, John did actually have jurisdiction in the situation.

First of all, Nico was far from defenseless. It's really quite maddening when people act like Nico was powerless just because he didn't have a weapon on him, for this is not even close to the case. Again, minutes before, Nico had been able to render John completely helpless—which he accomplished without the aid of any sort of weapon—and Lemar had just been killed, also without a weapon. A video nicely summarized why Nico was not defenseless:

"[W]hy do people act like this is Walker killing someone who’s unarmed?. . .We all saw what Steve and Bucky can do throughout the MCU. They can smash through walls, rip doors off their hinges, hold a helicopter in place, throw people around like ragdolls, and as we saw with Lemar’s death, can literally kill people with a single punch. How can you possibly claim that someone is unarmed when [they can do these things]? What’s to stop [Nico] from breaking out when he has the chance to do so, and continuing to help Karli? Which is exactly what he would do, because as we’ve already discussed, he is surrendering [not really but I'll get to that] because he has literally no other choice, not because he stopped because he felt guilty."

In fact, come to think of it, there is absolutely no reason why Nico could not have just grabbed onto John's shield and held it, instead of simply lying there and getting killed. As we saw, he's just as strong as John, so he would certainly have the strength to keep the shield off his chest: and there was nothing to prevent him from doing this, as he was completely uninjured (unlike John) and his arms and hands were not restricted at all. But of course, if Nico had put up such resistance to John, the show would have a much harder time demonizing John and acting like Nico was harmless. Therefore, they got around this by not showing Nico during the incident.

Not only was Nico not helpless, however, getting mad at John for killing an adversary that he had a momentary advantage over is quite hypocritical, for Sam did something similar earlier in the show. In the middle of the fight at the beginning, Sam blew up a helicopter that still had several unconscious bad guys in it. These people actually were defenseless, as they were out cold, and they no longer posed an immediate threat to Sam. So anyone who is angry at John should be angry at Sam too. But the people who bash John rarely bring this up: for because heroic music was playing, and because the bad guys were unconscious and so unable to scream or beg Sam to spare them, Sam killing enemies who were temporarily disabled is not seen as a bad thing. It's only a problem when John does it, apparently. Such blatant double standards really help demonstrate how influential framing can be.

Second of all, not only was Nico not helpless, but he was also not surrendering. For one thing, while Nico was running, he paused to hurl a concrete trash can at John: so it's not even like he was just fleeing, he was still attacking John as he ran. For another, when John managed to knock Nico over—which took several tries—Nico attempted to get back up not once but twice: once after John initially knocked him over, and then a second time which prompted John to put his foot on Nico's chest in order to keep him down. If Nico was actually interested in surrendering, he would have stayed down the first time, as repeatedly getting back up strongly indicates a desire to keep fighting.

And for yet another, Nico yelling "It wasn't me!" is not in any way indicative of surrender (nor is it even true). That was not an attempt to yield, it was an attempt to convince John that he was attacking the wrong person. (Even though he wasn't, for again, Nico was heavily involved in the attempt on John's life that ended up taking Lemar's, and was in fact the reason it was even possible; he is just as responsible for what happened as Karli.) The only thing that could possibly be considered an effort to surrender is Nico having his hands up: but since prior to that point he staunchly refused to stop fighting—throwing the trash can at John and not staying down—and the words he spoke as he made the gesture were trying to divert John's attention rather than actually surrendering, having his hands up was not enough to cancel out the all the other indications that he didn't want to surrender, especially since it wasn't even clear whether he was trying to surrender or just gesticulating. That is why people who want to surrender often put their hands behind their head, to avoid confusion. Considering how stubbornly Nico was fighting before, if he was yielding he needed to make that abundantly clear, and he didn't, not even close.

Third of all, John did actually have jurisdiction in the scenario; he was literally on a government-sanctioned mission to deal with the Flagsmashers. Handling the Flagsmashers was actually his responsibility, and the reason why he was fighting them in the first place. Indeed, it's not even like the government was mad at John for killing Nico, as that meant one less Flagsmasher for them to deal with; they were mad at him for giving them bad press. That is why they chose to give John an other than honorable discharge, for this meant that they would not have to go through the trial that would be required if they gave him a dishonorable discharge, and risk having unfavorable information come out. Thus, John got no chance to stand up for himself, and instead got quickly swept under the rug. Now, John tried to point out the injustice of the situation—"I only ever did what you asked of me, what you told me to be and trained me to do, and I did it. And I did it well," he said—but of course, the show wasn't done demonizing him, so it just ignored him and cut him off so that he would not get in the way of the attempt to discredit him. But in any case, saying that John didn't have jurisdiction in that scenario is completely untrue, because he absolutely did. Sam and Bucky were the ones who didn't have jurisdiction, and in fact they should have been wanted criminals for breaking Zemo out.

So yeah. The rebuttal to the ridiculous framing of Nico's demise that is shown above is quite accurate. John did not kill "a defenseless guy who was surrendering"; John killed a supersoldier who had just willingly and knowingly attempted to murder him (and succeeded but with the wrong person), and who showed no remorse for what he did, just panic that he didn't have the upper hand anymore. It really is insane how completely the propaganda has twisted many people's views of the situation.

#john walker #pro john walker #john walker defense squad #john walker meta #tfatws critical #fandom wank #answering asks

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captainpikeachu · 1 year

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Having just rewatched TFATWS for the millionth time, I am now entirely convinced that the government wanted John Walker to be nothing more than really just a poster boy/mascot, a placebo to calm the people and make it seem like they have a plan, he was never supposed to actually do anything more than wave and smile like Steve was doing in the old days on that USO tour. John was never supposed to truly fix this Flag Smasher problem, he was never supposed to seriously be a hero, because if he was, then why the fuck didn’t they give him a super soldier serum before sending him out into a battlefield that they knew full well would be dangerous as hell and would leave him physically outmatched and unable to do his job??

Because you can’t tell me that the government don’t have access to some knock off super soldier serum they could use. You can’t tell me that if they seriously wanted a real Captain America to solve their problems, they wouldn’t have juiced up John and Lemar from the get go and gave them all the weapons and field support to take out the enemy. And you can’t tell me that they wouldn’t have given John and Lemar some experimental drug because they’re concerned about their health, come on, none of us are that naive as to think they give a shit about some random soldier’s health and well being.

They sent two guys with no powers and armed with nothing more than two handguns and a metal frisbee between them to face off a larger group with super powers and a global support system. You can’t convince me that the government thought this was ever gonna end up turning out well. At best, John and Lemar was supposed to just appear like they’re doing the job and really just killing time on wild goose chases. At worst, John and Lemar were lambs to the slaughter, they’re supposed to die in the fight to turn the public tide against the Flag Smashers and bring good PR and support for the government to be able to then use to silence their enemies.

You really can’t convince me that the government genuinely thought sending a regular guy in a costume out into battle was a great plan. You just can’t. It makes no sense to this government who’s always been shady and planning stuff behind the scenes and always quick to take advantage of everything and certainly had no qualms about risking people’s health with juicing them up on experimental drugs, just one day decided to do things “the right way” and wasn’t plotting some trick to get ahead.

Hell, there’s no way they didn’t consider making the new Cap also a super soldier just like the old Cap, which means the fact that they didn’t do it is incredibly suspicious, and don’t say they don’t have the serum, the government has plenty of back up serums they could have used or tested. John and Lemar not having the serum, when even in the comics they had the serum first before the government considered them, makes no sense unless you consider that they were never meant to actually do anything more than present a public distraction/placebo.

What the government didn’t intend on is John and Lemar taking that job actually seriously. What they didn’t intend on is Lemar dying and John surviving and giving them bad PR. What they didn’t intend on is John actually getting his hands on the serum and using it. But hey, the moment that happened, they had someone ready to pick John up even as they hang him out to dry publicly. And they knew he had the serum even though John didn’t tell anyone and only Sam and Bucky would have known and they certainly didn’t tell anyone either. So yeah, a government that seems to know everything yet somehow not knowing John’s tenure as Cap was gonna end up as anything other than a complete mess is just not realistic to me.

They set him up to fail, to not be effective at doing much anything other than wave and smile. He was supposed to just cosplay a hero, not actually try to go out and be one. He was supposed to be a brand™️, not an actual soldier.

If I was writing MCU, I would confirm this in John’s future stories and play out the consequences of John finding out about the manipulations behind his Cap role, after all it’s not as if the government in the comics didn’t also spend plenty of times trying to manipulate John, even straight up just wiping his memories and lying to him about doing it. Besides, not only does this give the fans a sympathetic lens with which to view John as a character and actually support him on (something Marvel seems to want with him now being a protagonist of an upcoming film), it also organically fits into the story of the shady government arc that the MCU has clearly been building up.

#I am totally convinced of this #john walker #lemar hoskins #the falcon and the winter soldier #marvel #mcu #mcu thunderbolts #the thunderbolts #steve rogers

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witchofinterest · 5 months

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Trying to spread some positivity in the OC community today, so: tell me ten random facts about Cal! Whatever fun little tidits you can think of, tell us about them!! <3

Hey Dolly!!! I love your new user! and your new theme is gorgeous!!!!!

Sure! Thank you!

1. Cal didn’t swear before she met Deb.

2. She’s very artisticly inclined! She’s really good at art, mostly drawing. And she sings when she’s happy, even though she’s not the best at it.

3. Cal’s born in blood moment was being strangled by her grandmother when she was a kid. It was suppressed till she was strangled again as an adult.

4. Cal used to do people’s homework for money back when she lived in the sorority house.

5. One of Cal’s favorite short-term jobs was running a bingo tournament.

6. Her best friend is Jamie Batista!

7. Despite being a fairly prolific serial killer, just behind Dexter, Cal never gets a moniker ala the bay harbor butcher.

8. During their second meeting Cal repeats something Rachel Lemar once said to Dexter and it’s part of why he spares her life.

9. The two loves of Cal’s life could not be more different! Cassie is a popular sorority girl and Zach is a weird off-putting guy who has no friends.

10. Cal was catholic growing up and lost her faith around age 14.

#oc cal knoll #oc rachel lemar #thank u!#i love cal a lot #strangulation tw #violence tw #murder mention tw

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ex0rin · 1 year

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Whumpcember 2022 - Day 9

@whumpcember Day 9: Sacrifice John Walker - 650 words character study, violence, mild-to-moderate grenade based research, don’t cover grenades with your helmet and then put your body over it - it’s a bad idea overall

He hears the clatter of it rolling towards them before his brain catches up with the implications - there’s barely any time to think, let alone act; his blue eyes flicker around the bunker, at his unit, at the men and women he’s been put in charge of and he finds Lemar with just enough time to see the other man mouth the word “fuck,” before his helmet is off, wobbling over the floor to cover the fist sized projectile that’s just been dropped in front of them.

Someone yells: GRENADE!

It might have been him.

He curls around his helmet, stomach curving in against it - his legs pull up until the full circumference is being held against his body, his arms wrap around his knees as far as he can manage, holding himself around it; there’s scuffling all around him as his team, his friends who he’s spent one tour with already, all duck and brace and ready themselves for the blast.

There’s a moment just before it goes off where he wonders if he’s been lucky enough to get a dud –

And then the pain explodes outwards.

The bare minimum of reinforcement from his helmet only goes so far to dampen the detonation - he feels it against his ribs first, like being hit with a truck; there’s a kind of silence that happens before his mind recognizes what’s happening where he’s sure he can hear the individual crack of every bone in his chest splintering around the force of it.

The explosion bursts through his helmet, burning through his clothes and sending the strange, distant pinpricks of fire radiating out along his skin - it must be eating through his skin so quickly that his nerves don’t even recognize the pain from it.

His body gets thrown back, knee and arm twisted into the wrong position, not that he’d be able to move anyway - he thinks he’s making a noise, some desperate mix of a scream and a sob as the bright flash of the blast dims down to nothing and leaves what’s left of their tent in absolute darkness.

Which can’t be right, but maybe he can’t see anything either.

It’s strangely quiet.

Maybe he’s dead.

He wakes up to white - white lights, white walls, a white ceiling above him.

His entire body hurts and he can’t move anything.

“You’re an idiot,” someone says, a deep, rough voice that he recognizes even through the fog of whatever cool-feeling drug is currently seeping into his bloodstream.

He opens his mouth and it sets off a chain reaction of pain up along his jaw and down the line of his throat - he tries to clench his hands into fists as a way of dealing with the feeling but there’s no connection between what he wants and what he can do; he’s sure the low, scratchy whine is coming from somewhere in his lungs where his breath is supposed to live.

“More of one for trying to talk right now,” Lemar starts and it’s Lemar which means that at least someone else made it - he wishes he could convince his head to turn to the side, just to confirm that it’s actually Lemar beside him, “‘Liv is pissed by the way, at me too. Says it’s supposed to be my job to stop you from getting yourself killed.”

“Kinda hard when you keep going out of your way to be a big goddamn hero.” and he catches the way the shadow by the side of his bed shifts before Lemar swims into his vision - the other man is bruised with stitches cutting across his cheek but he’s alive, he’s alive and that’s what matters; Lemar smiles, wincing through his own pain and he feels the warmth of a hand over his shoulder –

“John,” Lemar pauses - the weight stays, solid and comforting and the only thing he can feel, “thank you.”

Casual sidenote: hey remember that time Bucky was like "you ever jump on a grenade?" and Walker was like "yeah, like four times, it's this thing I do with my reinforced helmet"? okay cool, well, based on research I don't recommend it. Still mad about that scene btw cause like what the fuck Bucky (affectionate, but grumpy about it)

#whumpcember2022 #whumpcember day9 #cara writes #lemar tag #john walker #walker tag #(my beloved)#at first i really liked this one #but now i'm not so sure #but anyway onto day 10!

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luna-rainbow · 2 years

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I don't want Spellman anywhere near Steven and Marc. He already ruined Bucky and made it clear he is incapable of dealing with traumatized, mentally ill characters in a way that is not extremely offensive and insensitive. Part of what made Moon Knight so special to me was how it dealt with their mental health in such a respectful way and I've seen so many people with DID who are so happy to finally have rep that isn't the DID character being portrayed as evil, scary, or a monster. Giving them to Spellman is literally my worst nightmare he's going to ruin them I just know it.

That is a fair point (also I need to finish watching Moon Knight). I’m usually willing to give writers a second chance because sometimes things happen in the background that impact on the story. It’s hard to know how much Covid (not just issues accessing locations but the fact major plot lines had to be changed), rescheduling, other writer quitting, deadlines, studio meddling etc all played into how messy TFATWS turned out to be. The really charitable reading is Spellman ended up doing a job he didn’t sign on to do (ie Bucky’s story) and he was pissed about it (I’d probably be pissed too if my teammate just walked) so just cobbled something together for a character he didn’t give two shits about. If you look at the way Walker’s story is handled, Spellman can do sympathetic portrayals of PTSD and anxiety, cos he managed to make what is supposed to be an unlikeable trope have some pretty staunch fans (I’ve talked about why Walker’s story is the best done arc but tumblr is a pain to search).

What I think isn’t explained by the cuts and chops is just how sullen and brusque all of the characters were (except maybe Torres and Lemar). Even with major cuts, even if the plot might be messy, the friendliness should still come through in the character interactions, but it didn’t. The majority of the soft moments were provided by the actors who used their tone and body language to soften the humourless lines.

You know, a lot of issues in TFATWS are very basic insufficiencies and easily fixable if he is willing to learn. But there is a lot of issues and I also get the sense he’s a very biased writer, in the sense he will only afford sympathy and heroic moments to the characters he thinks are worthy. And that’s what I’m most worried about because it seems like the characteristic that’s least amenable to improvement.

#asks #tfatws critical

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thatslayer · 1 year

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@battletrio gets a plotted starter for LEMAR ;;

Faith feels like she's been in limbo forever. Walking endless, eerie corridors. Wandering swamps, wading in waist-high water that seems sentient and hell-bent on draining her energy. Time moves differently here and her eons of searching this ragged, despicable dimension translate to a few still hours in the living, waking world. If he's done his part, by now John's burning her body on a pyre, somewhere. Make it hard for death to find her --- well, harder. Can't be easy, but she'd gladly trade his job for hers right now.

This part of the journey's been sand. Extreme heat and cold, nothing to eat or drink but this is the underworld. Even if she found food or water, consuming it would assure that she never makes it out of this place. Which makes the oasis in the distance a horrible joke. She's had it in her sights for two days, headed its way because there's nothing else out here to aim for, and even if she can't drink the water, at least it might offer shade and rest. It's morning by the time she's close enough to make out any detail. Palms swaying in a cool breeze and water so clear and clean you'd think it was CGI --- and that's when she first catches sight of her actual destination. She's never actually seen Lemar Hoskins in person, but she recognizes him from news stories and John's personal photos. Faith's exhausted shambling slowly breaks away into a run across the sand, stumbling now and then on her way, "Hey! Whoa! Don't drink that!"

#battletrio #battletrio ; lemar hoskins #{ ------------ living entirely large. ( queue )#Sorry this took forever! Everything takes me forever lol

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holistic-alcoholic · 2 years

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Thinking again about how tfatws did both Sam and Bucky dirty. Make these two side characters their own show to — what? Make them the sidekicks in their own show? Show the start and the end of their character arcs and no middle? But hey, they're fixing the boat in this one! Argh.

So, I present to you tfatws as how I would've liked to see it. Or, well, the vague idea of the plot.

The start is basically the same, Sam giving up the shield and dealing with what it means, John Walker being a newly introduced asshole, Bucky living his depressed life with his horrible therapist. But: Karli and her people are perfectly legal, and they're this group of activists who do lots of minor good stuff, social work, organizing help for the people who lost their homes/jobs after the snaps, and mainly focusing on the marginalized groups. But also, they're pretty vocal about the governmental fuckups, and with time they grew more radical (understandably so). Sam knows Karli: he does his own activist work a lot, being the recognizable face, trying to help everyone and everywhere, and we see him a bit overworked, but he's got his drive and his belief in a better world, and this, people helping each other on the smaller scale, the community is the grounding stone that helps him stand while he has his issues with The System. Meanwhile, John Walker becomes a symbol of governmental fear of the marginalized, so he is the face of a public campaign against Karli, calling her and her people terrorists. Bucky and Sam still have their argument about Sam not taking the shield, but Sam basically tells him to educate himself, and he does! He tries to understand, researches and then follows Sam around, and they have a lot of banter. Bucky slowly (and on-fucking-screen) sees Sam's reasons and sees a lot of stuff he didn't notice due to white privilege. They have a talk about it, and he tells Sam about Isaiah Bradley during this narrative. Or it goes another way (I'm probably not the best person to flesh it out), but my point is — it is an explicit storyline between them two, it's not hidden behind the character arcs of the other people. Also, Bucky, while following Sam, meets some of Karli's people/other activists, and somebody tells him about mental illness stigma and victim-blaming, which makes him reassess his own shitty therapy and the way he's being villainized, how the perceived "help" actually hurts him (the whole amends business is literally saying him you're guilty). And he doesn't need to "redeem" himself by becoming a hero, because he's got nothing to redeem for! Meanwhile, Sam & Karli & Walker's storyline is developing into a thriller. Walker tries to shut Karli down, she's running from the police, and there are fake accusations against her, while Sam tries to fix it. She & Sam talk a lot about when the violence is justified, she calls Sam an idealist and a hypocrite (how many bad guys did he hurt?). Then Lemar dies, and it's not clear whether that was an accident, self-defense, or actual murder, but Walker goes insane. Karli has a breakdown because, for this version of her, it's the first real collateral death. And it changes a lot of her and Sam's dynamics, because suddenly she's a scared girl in over her head, while he's seen a lot of shit before, and he's the only one who could fix this. And the finale is Walker going off the rails and trying to kill Karli on the big event she was planning all the time, and it's so very thriller-y, but Sam saves the day, makes a speech, finds his own clarity, and reclaims the symbolic meaning of the shield. Bucky looks at him with heart eyes but walks away to live peaceful life somewhere not in the middle of things, telling Sam to visit him while he's not "saving the world".

#tfatws #sam wilson #bucky barnes #a little bit of #sambucky #my ramblings #tldr: less action more Sam and Bucky and acab #is june of 2022 the best time to talk about it?#not really #is it fleshed out and logical and making sense?#not in the slightest #did I still make this post?#why yes i did

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theavatar-asami · 3 years

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I keep seeing people saying stuff like “If they don’t kill john walker im going to do it myself” and “i hope john walker dies” like YALL I know that hes a really fucking terrible person and deserves to rot in jail but have you been paying attention to any of what tfatws has been trying to tell us?

#also please stop hating on wyatt russel hes being an actor its his job im sure hes a very nice person #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #john walker #wyatt russell #bucky barnes #sam wilson #lemar hoskins

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battletrio · 1 year

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come on, skinny love, just last the year pour a little salt, we were never here

#listening to songs and having feels yay #i don’t want to fail them (john)#this is the job (lemar)#reliving the glory days (olivia)#i love you (john x olivia)#there’s no one like him (john & lemar)#one fight to another (bucky barnes)#the new captain america (sam wilson)#my edits

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capricspoet · 3 years

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Lemar: *dies in battle*

Me: okay walker, i know you’re in pain so let’s do this slowly. talk to Lemar’s parents and explain what happened, go back home and try to think of a plan —

John Walker: *kills an innocent man, fights Sam and Bucky and lies to his best friend’s grieving parents*

Me:

Me: huh

#the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #john walker #lemar hoskins #he did deserve better #just doing his job #it’s sad

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subdiatomic · 3 years

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#tfatws spoilers in tags #well that happened.#i’m gonna have to rewatch this to process #as usual there were some things i liked and a lot i didn’t #the way walker escalates literally every situation he’s in.. very on brand for the u.s.#finally some callback to sam’s old job #what happened to lemar was unnecessary...#literally what in the narnia white witch bs was z*mo doing this ep #can’t believe they let that bitch get away gfdi bucky #pls think about others for once #and go apologize to ayo

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backdraft-bimbo · 3 years

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Sam is literally so good at this part of the job. Because this isn't even a job to him—it's trying to bring somebody back into the light. Walker sees it as so black and white, but to Sam it's a lot more gray. Sam sees hope in people, while Walker sees hopelessness. This is why Sam was chosen to be Captain America. He's kind, and he's talking to Karli like a concerned friend. There aren't any ulterior motives; only to get her to understand why her methods are hurting people. He's great at de-escalating things, while Walker somehow makes every situation he's in more aggressive, violent, and dangerous. It was Walker's hostility that got Lemar killed, and it was Sam's kindness that let him get close to Karli in this scene. Bravo, Anthony!!!

#oh mannnnn i love him #tfatws #sam wilson #anthony mackie #mine

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itsapeterthing · 3 years

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Green || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

summary: three times bucky realized you were more than a friend and the one time he finally admitted it (based on events from tfatws)

a/n: finishing this in time for the season finale tomorrow! reblogs and/or replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 3.1k

warnings: mentions of reader wearing a short dress, jealous bucky

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“Nice of you guys to call me.”

Your hands in your jacket pockets, you announced your presence as you strolled up to the group of four men standing outside of the police station. You could basically feel the tension in the air as each man had a resolute expression written on all over their faces.

“What’s going on here?” You asked, slipping your hands out of your pockets and gesturing towards the group.

“What are you doing here?” Sam asked.

You might have been nicer about the situation if you weren’t utterly pissed that the two men hadn’t informed you about the mission that they had gone on.

“Incase you forgot, Sam, you’re not the only one who’s had to pick up where someone else left off. It’s my job to keep track of you guys.” You said. “... Also I’m Bucky’s emergency contact.”

“Well,” The blonde man leaning against the police cruiser said. “You’re a little late. I handled it.”

Looking up at the man in front of you, you gave him no inclination of defeat.

“You must be John Walker.” You said.

“So you’ve heard of me?” He smirked.

You crossed your arms, stepping away from the man who you had seen on television playing the role of Captain America. You had heard about the decision moments before the government had first displayed the impersonator on screen, but it had been too late for you to do anything about it or to inform Sam or Bucky in time for his appearance.

“I’ve heard of everyone.” You deadpanned.

“Yeah?” He asked, standing up straighter. “And who are you?”

Just as you were about to open your mouth, you felt Bucky’s hand land on your shoulder. Turning to glance at him, you watched as he shook his head, giving you a serious look. Despite the fact that you were now tasked with keeping track of the former members of the group of Avengers and were one yourself, you had been able to keep your identity a secret. Although to the world you were “Sorceress”- the Avenger with magical powers similar to those of Wanda Maximoff- to members of the team such as Bucky you were Y/n Y/l/n.

He didn’t trust John Walker and he didn’t want to bring you into their own mess. Although Bucky had been avoiding Sam’s text messages, Bucky had kept in constant touch with you since you first met him after he had come back from the Blip six months ago- even going as far as spending time together multiple times a week in person- not because you had to keep track of him, but because the two of you genuinely enjoyed spending time together.

You were the closest thing he had to normalcy and he didn’t want the knockoff version of his best friend messing it up not only for himself, but for you too.

However, you didn’t see much of a way out of it. You weren’t going to just leave Bucky and Sam to handle the situation on their own, but you also didn’t see a way that you could work alongside them and not have John and Lemar figure out your identity sooner or later.

Gently taking Bucky’s hand off of your shoulder, squeezing it lightly before dropping it, you reached out your hand to John Walker.

“Y/n Y/l/n.” You told him. “Sorceress... and I guess the current caretaker of the Falcon and the Winter Soldier.”

Later, after the group had dispersed and you followed Sam and Bucky as they walked in the opposite direction, you were surprised when you heard Bucky’s tone of voice when he finally spoke up again.

“You shouldn’t have given him your name, Y/n.” He said.

You shrugged, hands tucked into your pockets once again. “It’s fine, Buck.” You assured him. “There wasn’t much else I could do. He was going to find out eventually-”

“Don’t act so casual about it. This is your identity- your life- and you’re just going to share it with some asshole like John Walker?”

“Woah!” You exclaimed, stopping in your spot. “What’s your problem, Buck? Why do you care so much?”

Noticing how both you and Sam were staring at him with furrowed eyebrows, trying to comprehend why he was making such a “big deal” about it, Bucky grew embarrassed, not understanding himself why he cared so much. Rather than admitting defeat however, Bucky threw up his hands, scoffing.

“Forget it, Y/n. I don’t care. Do what you want.”

And with that he picked up the pace, walking in the opposite direction of where you and Sam stood confused in your spots.

“I couldn’t have worn something- I don’t know- a bit longer?” You called to the three men ahead of you, following them into the club as you tugged on the hem of your short dress.

“This a club in Madripoor, Y/n.” You heard Zemo say. “If you wore anything else you would be giving us away.”

Groaning you steadied yourself in your heels following behind Zemo and Sam. You slowed your pace to walk besides Bucky who had insisted on being at the back of the line behind you- telling everyone that it would be safer for everyone if he kept their backs covered.

“How are you feeling?” You asked as quietly as you could in the loud club.

“What?” He asked.

“How are you feeling? With the while Winter Soldier thing? If you don’t think you can handle it we can find another way-”

“It’s fine, Y/n.” He said. “Don’t worry about me.”

Instead of letting it go, you gently placed your hand on his exposed, vibranium arm, causing him to stop in his spot, looking at you.

“Bucky, I’m serious.” You said. “You matter too. If you can’t handle it, I’ll find a way to get the information without all of this, okay? I care about you, Buck. Just say the word.”

He almost couldn't focus on the words coming out of your mouth as he tried to keep his eyes focused on your face, rather than trailing down your body, finally noticing just how short the dress that was adorning your body was. As good as you looked in green, he swore he would kill Zemo once he got what he needed from him for dressing you in that.

As gorgeous as you were, however, your words meant everything to him and he hung on to every single one- no matter what you were saying. Hearing the sentiment that you had for him and that you would stick your neck out for him of all people made him speechless.

Just as he was about to open his mouth however, the two of you began to feel the eyes of other partygoers staring the two of you down. As soon as you noticed, you quickly snatched your hand away from his arm and continued your pace in front of him, Bucky quickly following behind.

“Distracted?” Zemo asked as Bucky stopped beside him at the bar.

Rather than answering, Bucky remained silent, falling into character with the thought of your shared interaction still playing over and over in his mind.

Coughing on his hands and knees, trying to process what had just happened, all Bucky could hear was the obnoxious sound of the alarm blaring. When he opened his eyes again he saw the shipping container now consumed with flames and illuminated with a daunting red light. Recalling what had just occurred, he scrambled to his feet, calling out for you.

“Y/n?” He called. “Y/n!”

When he didn't immediately hear your voice, he began to feel his heart race in his chest. What if something happened to you? What if you were too close to the explosion? He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if something had happened to you. Just as he was beginning to start hyperventilating, the smoke catching in his chest causing him to double over and heave, he felt your hands wrap around either of his biceps.

“Buck?” You asked. “I’m- I’m so sorry. It happened so fast I couldn’t get a forcefield around everyone. Thank God you’re okay. I was so afraid something happened-”

Cutting you off, Bucky shook your hands off of his arms, instead pulling you into his arms. Although you and the super soldier had spent more quality time than you could count together prior to starting this mission, you had never hugged before, but being in his arms you couldn’t find a single complaint, instead silently wrapping your arms tightly around his torso, running your hands up and down his back.

“Hey it’s okay, Buck. I’m okay.” You said. “Let’s go, okay? Before this thing collapses on us.”

After that the two of you had followed Sam and Sharon into the area of shipping containers, taking out hitman by hitman along the way, when you had finally gotten through all of them, you watched as Zemo pulled up in a car besides the four of you.

“Nice ride.” You said as Bucky slipped into the front seat of the vehicle, yourself sliding into one of the seats in the back row.

“Thank you, Y/n.” Zemo replied, patting Bucky on the chest. “She’s a woman of taste.”

Bucky swore to himself for the second time within the past 12 hours that when given the chance he was going to kill the man beside him- with or without his therapist’s approval.

“You’re not going to move your seat up are you?” Sam asked.

“Nope.” Bucky said.

“That’s fine.” Sam conceded. “I guess I’ll just chill back here with Y/n.”

You laughed as Sam laid his arm against headrest of the backseats of the car.

“I’m fine with that.” You said. “Just me and my favorite person.”

Now Bucky knew that you were kidding, only teasing him to get a rise out of him, but glancing at the backseat and seeing Sam’s arm practically around your shoulders and you calling him your favorite person... just didn’t sit right with Bucky. Just as Zemo’s foot was about to hit the gas, Bucky shifted the car into park, swinging the door open and stepping out of the vehicle.

“What-”

“You can have the front.” Bucky said, swinging Sam’s door open.

“It’s really okay, Buck-”

“You said you wanted more space so you can have the front.” He said. “Go sit in the front.”

You watched as Sam turned to you, quirking his eyebrows before shrugging and stepping out of the car, switching to the passenger seat. You almost wanted to laugh as you watched Bucky squeeze into the backseat behind the passenger seat, his knees practically up against his chest.

“You good?” You asked.

Despite the groan that had involuntarily escaped his mouth from the discomfort of the front seat digging into his knees, Bucky nodded, stretching his arm out across the backseat, behind your shoulders.

“I’m great.” He assured you. “Now drive, Zemo.”

Although you didn’t catch it, the two men sitting in the front seat- despite their differences- couldn’t help but throw each other a knowing look before the car took off for their next destination.

“Hey!” Torres called. “I see you got your sleeve back!”

You chuckled as you turned to glance at the man stood beside you. Despite it being a joke, not a single hint of a smile cracked the man’s hard exterior. The only reason he didn’t walk out of the room on the spot was because you were standing beside him.

“He’s just in a bad mood today.” You said, reaching your hand out to shake Torres’. “I’m Y/n.”

Taking your hand and shaking it in his, he furrowed his eyebrows. “What are you doing hanging around these guys?” He asked. “...Not that you can’t handle yourself! Sam just won’t even invite me on these things.”

Pulling your hand away from his, you smiled. “Think you can keep a secret?”

As soon as you asked the question you watched as the confusion written all over his face grew even more and you could hear Sam chuckling in the background.

“I’m Sorceress.” You said. “Like the Avenger? I just try to keep my identity pretty secret, you know?”

As soon as you revealed your identity to him, you watched as the man’s face dropped and he turned to look at Sam who was standing behind him.

“Wait- she’s-” Torres stuttered.

Sam nodded, laughing.

“Yep.” Sam said. “She’s the one you’ve been hounding me about setting you up with.”

Although you weren’t paying attention to him, Bucky had already disliked how the conversation was going- finding Torres to be a little too friendly for his liking and not loving that you exposed your identity to him immediately- but when he heard Sam’s confession, he stiffened in his spot, hands balling into fists at his side.

“What? Dude!” Torres exclaimed, glancing back and forth between you and Sam before finally turning back to you, chuckling nervously. “He's just kidding! I would never have a crush on you- wait! That came out wrong! Not that you’re not pretty because you are- I just think you’re cool-”

You continued laughing as the man stumbling over his words in front of you, finding it endearing until you heard the super soldier scoff beside you. You glanced at him only to see him cross his arms while rolling his eyes before making his way out of the room.

Turning back to Torres you gave him a quick smile, pulling a card out of your pocket. “I have to go, but it was nice to meet you Torres. If these boys get in trouble again, make sure to call me first thing, okay?”

He took the card from your hand, nodding. “Uh yeah- yeah! Of course!”

With that you waved to both him and Sam before following the path Bucky had taken out of the room seconds before.

Seeing his figure pacing across the room, you threw your arms up in the air.

“What’s your problem?” You asked.

Stopping in his spot he turned to face you.

“What?” He said. “I don’t have a problem.”

You couldn’t help but scoff, crossing your arms.

“Uh yeah. You do.” You said. “Did I do something to piss you off or something? Are you mad at me for coming on the mission? Because I’m sorry if I wanted to help save the world and make sure you guys didn’t get killed in the process.”

Bucky just stopped and stared at you standing across from him with your arms crossed. He hated to admit it, but you look pissed at him. It hurt knowing that you were upset with him, but it hurt a little more knowing that you felt as though he was mad at you when in actuality that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“Y/n.” He said, stepping closer to you. “I’m not mad at you.”

“Then why did you just storm out of the room?” You asked.

He couldn’t think of a reason besides the truth. He could lie and say that he was mad at you, but that wouldn’t solve the situation for anyone and could possibly strain your relationship farther- and that was the last thing he could possibly want.

The two of you stood there in silence, staring at one another as Bucky attempted to find the words in his head to ease your concern without exposing himself in the process.

But you were never one to back down with him.

“Bucky,” You said. “What’s the problem? What did I do? Why are you so angry-”

“Because I don’t like the way that guy was talking to you!” He exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air.

“What?” You asked. “What are you talking about?”

Bucky realized he was in it now. He couldn’t see a way out of it.

For the past week, Bucky couldn’t help but notice that he cared for you a bit more than friends should. Maybe he always did. He thought back to the times he would eagerly await your weekly lunches or the comfort he felt when you took him furniture shopping after seeing his empty apartment for the first time. He thought back to the times you would show up outside of his door when he was upset because you were the only person he trusted there with him in those intimate moments- he knew that you were more than just his colleague, but he realized now that you were more than his friend.

Recently it became more obvious, the burning in his chest he felt when others became a little too comfortable with you- he attempted to mask it with just wanting to protect you, but he knew you could handle yourself. He was protective over you so he wouldn’t lose you.

Just when you opened your mouth to speak again, he cupped your face in his hands. He watched as your eyes widened, but didn’t make any move to stop him. When he caught your eyes trailing from his eyes to his lips, he pulled you towards him, meeting your lips in the middle.

Maybe it was because he hadn’t kissed anyone in eighty years, but he had never felt the way he had in that moment before. He was so utterly consumed in you- the feeling of your hands reaching for his jacket, tugging him closer as you deepened the kiss, your soft lips against his, your warm breath against his face- he was lost in it.

When you finally pulled away, he didn’t want to let go, but leaned back anyway, staring at his world- you- that he now held in his hands.

“Buck...”

“I think I like you more than a friend.” He confessed.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face at his words. You had always cared for Bucky as more than just your former fellow Avenger, but knowing that he felt the same as you was something you could hardly believe.

“I think I do too.” You laughed, then recalled what you had come in there for in the first place. “James, were you... were you jealous?”

Thinking back over the past week the two of you had spent together on the mission, he could almost laugh at the question you had just asked.

“You’re joking, right?” He chuckled. “Yeah. You could say I was a little bit jealous.”

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fandomwriterstuff · 2 years

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A Seat at the Round Table (2)

Mob!Stucky x Female Reader

Rated T

~1.6k words

Ever since your mishap with your father a few days ago he had kept an extra watchful eye on you. Or rather, an extra set of eyes that went by the name Lemar. Lemar and John were apparently old buddies. You were used to John’s presence, although it was grating. Lemar was a new variable. He was funnier and more lighthearted than John, but still took his job looking after you very seriously.

That was how you found yourself out at a Starbucks sitting by yourself sipping on a pink drink with raspberry syrup, trying to ignore the two men in all black standing at the corners of the room.

“You look lonely, sugar,” a slightly familiar voice came from behind you and you tilted your head to see Sharon approach right before she slid into the seat across from you, hands curled around a steaming cardboard cup. You sighed. You supposed if you couldn’t interact with normal people you may as well learn to interact with your father’s colleagues.

“You’re very observant,” you muttered sarcastically.

“Hard to make friends with those two knuckleheads following you around, yeah?” Despite your initial hesitance, you were desperate for human contact and girl talk. So you threw your hesitation out the window and leaned your elbows on the table in front of you.

“You wouldn’t believe the last time I had a friend to hang out with. These guys do background checks on every person I interact with and almost nobody makes the cut. I had to stop attending yoga because one of the regulars had a public indecency charge from his college days,” you rolled your eyes at your father’s (and bodyguards’) antics, and the woman in front of you let out a light laugh.

“I’m glad they haven’t tried to come remove me from your presence then,” she huffed and you sighed.

“I assume it’s because my father knows you. Usually it’s just John but now Lemar is also guarding me. So it’s even harder now,” you took a sip from the straw and savored the tangy sweetness of the drink.

“That might be because of me,” Sharon didn’t even look abashed, only slightly apologetic as she looked up at you from under curled lashes.

“Why would you think that?” You wondered aloud, an insistent nagging feeling nudging at your brain. It was saying Sharon might be dangerous and you should avoid her… But you were wild with wanting emotional connection and verbal communication with another person who wasn’t being paid to be around you.

“Well I told my bosses about you, and now they’re intrigued. They want to meet you,” her eyes sparkled and you got an anxious bubble in your stomach at the thought of the mysterious Arthur and Merlin wanting to meet you.

“Why would they want to meet me?” The words tumbled out of your mouth and Sharon turned her shark grin on you.

“When I told them how lovely you were, they couldn’t help but be curious. When I told them you were blissfully unaware of your father’s criminal activity, they were even more interested,” Sharon watched as you paled, taking a shaky sip of your fruity drink.

“Criminal activity?” You asked once you had wet your dry mouth. Sharon took a sip of her drink and nodded, looking down at you with what you imagined was false pity. You were sure she was toying with you.

For once, you wished your guards were a bit closer.

“You see he stole from the bosses. He stole a lot of money from them,” Sharon paused and you had a feeling she was gauging your reactions and watching you very closely.

“I didn’t have anything to do with that,” you whispered meekly. “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?” You tried to subtly make eye contact with John or Lemar but they were out of your vision and you ended up locking eyes with Sharon again.

“Of course not, darling. I know you’re innocent. And the bosses wouldn’t want me hurting you to get to him,” you narrowed your eyes at that last sentence. You didn’t know anything about Sharon, her bosses, or their morals. You knew your father was not a great man, and you were now fearing that that was coming back to bite him… and you.

“Don’t get up.” So, Sharon was watching you. She saw you fidgeting. “Not yet.”

“What do you want from me?” You tried to keep your voice from quivering, but you weren’t sure if you succeeded.

“Look, I’m going to be straight with you. Your father stole money from some of the most powerful people in the city, and he has to give it back. If he can’t, or wont…” Sharon trailed off and tilted her head, catlike.

“I understand,” you muttered. “What does that have to do with me?”

“I like you, Y/N. I’m offering you to stay at my place until your father’s business is settled. It might not be safe in your home right now.”

“You frighten me, Sharon,” you had finished your drink, but you wished you had something to fidget with other than the sleeves of your fluffy winter coat. “I feel a lot like your offer is sending me from the frying pan into the fire.”

“And you are brave to admit you’re scared. I admire that about you. But remember that you shouldn’t cower in the face of your fear. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.” You scoffed at her words.

“I don’t think Nelson Mandela was talking about moving in with threatening strangers and ditching my armed guards when he said that,” you replied and Sharon rolled her eyes.

“Fine, if you’re going to be scared you can at least be smart about it. Think about your options. Call me at this number tonight if you want a ride over. You’ll want to pack for a few days,” Sharon handed you a piece of paper with a telephone number scratched onto it in clean writing, and went off into the crowds waiting outside the Starbucks.

You spent the day in your thoughts. The entire drive home and throughout your afternoon tasks you couldn’t get Sharon off of your mind. Would there be a hit out on your dad? Was your house even safe? You glanced at the clock. Four and forty minutes. You still had time before your father was back. Lemar was taking an early meal break, which meant only John was waiting outside your bedroom door.

Quiet as a mouse, you grabbed the largest duffel bag you could find and stuffed it with a few outfits, pajamas, and toiletries from your en suite bathroom. Gnawing on your lip, you debated whether or not you were making a rash decision.

“The brave man conquers his fear, the brave man conquers his fear, the brave man, fuck it!” You dialed the number Sharon wrote down and waited while it rang.

“That you, sweetheart?” her voice lilted upwards. She was pleasantly surprised to hear from you.

“It’s me,” you whispered. “John is just outside my room and Lemar is on break. But I think you’re right that I need somewhere to stay and lay low for a little.”

“I’m sending a good friend of mine to get you, I’m a little busy with the bosses at the moment. He goes by Sam Wilson, I trust him with my life. I’ll send you a picture of what he looks like.”

“But how will I get out without John noticing?” You hadn’t sneaked out ever without the assistance of a guard. Without one you weren’t sure if you could do it.

“What does your bedroom window face?” You could hear Sharon typing away, likely messaging Sam Wilson to be on his way.

“It’s south-facing, towards the street.” You eyed the window in question, the drapes looking awfully delicate to make a rope with.

“Open it, when Sam gets there throw your bag down to him first. He’ll get it into the car. Use your fitted sheet and top sheet to make a longer rope and you’ll have to shimmy down. Think you can do it?” You nodded hesitantly before realizing she couldn’t see you and you muttered a nervous affirmation. “He’ll be there in five. Be ready.”

With that, Sharon hung up and you rushed to rip your sheets off and tie the corners into a knot. You went about fastening it to the bottom of your bed frame before opening your window and looking down the two stories to the grassy yard below.

“The brave woman conquers her fears. The brave woman conquers her fears. The brave woman-” You were cut off by your phone vibrating. A quick glance showed an unknown number, but you answered it anyway.

“Hello?” You asked, voice low to avoid alerting John.

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair,” the voice on the other end was smiling, you could tell, and when you looked out of your window to see Sam WIlson standing below with his phone to his ear, you could see that he was grinning.

You made quick work of throwing your duffel down to him before climbing down your precarious makeshift rope.

“You doing okay?” Sam asked as you hurried towards his car, bag in hand.

“Could be better,” you mumbled and he let out a chuckle as he got into the driver’s seat and sped off down the street.

“You’ll feel better once we get to Sharon’s. She got pizza and margs. We’ll keep you safe.”

“Safe,” you muttered. Safe was a luxury you weren’t sure you’d feel again in the near future.

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alisonsfics · 3 years

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an actual hero

pairing: bucky barnes x reader (little bit of biker!bucky)

summary: you’ve been john walker’s girlfriend since high school. he’s the only man you’ve ever loved, but that may change when a certain serum causes him to risk your life.

word count: 1.9k

warnings: tfatws spoilers, violence, choking (in a violent, not sexual manner), concussion, passing out, john walker going on a rampage

You saw the news and you were instantly worried. There was a big fight going down with the Flag-smashers. Then you saw him.

John.

Your boyfriend since high school.

Your second half.

He was there, fighting against the Flag-smashers. You both had butted heads over the Flag-smashers issue. You agreed with their goals, but just thought they were approaching it the wrong way. John disagreed. He hated them, truly hated them.

You didn’t blame him after what happened to Lemar, but you had never seen this kind of rage in him. He was consumed by it. You assumed that Lemar’s death and the pressure to be a good Captain America were taking a toll on him.

You knew you had to stop him. The news showed him fighting with the kind of rage that made your skin crawl. You knew you had stop him before he made an irreversible mistake.

You raced down there as fast as you could. You found John instantly. He grabbed one of the Flag-smashers by the neck and held them up against the wall. His feet dangled helplessly below them. John held him up in the air with virtually no effort. He seemed strong, too strong.

“John! You have to stop this” you yelled at him, trying to deescalate the situation. He was shocked to hear your voice. He dropped his grip and turned to face you.

By now, you had gained the attention of Sam and Bucky, who were confused about the mysterious woman who had just appeared.

You hoped he would turn to see you and recognize that he had gone too far. Instead, you only saw anger in his eyes when he looked at you. The Flag-smasher ran away from John, past you. “You’re letting him get away” John said, trying to run past you.

You stepped into his path, putting your hands on his chest. “Please, John. You’re taking this too far” you begged him to stop. You didn’t see any sign of hesitance in his eyes before he shoved you into the road.

You fell to your knees on the rough pavement. You could already tell that you had cut up your hands as you tried to soften your fall. You quickly stood up, not wanting to be in the road when a car drove by.

You still had Bucky’s attention. He was still confused about how you knew John. Him and Sam both watched as you picked yourself up off the ground.

Then, you were blinded by a pair of headlights. One of the armored trucks was coming straight for you. You froze.

You felt every muscle in your body go still. You fought to get your legs to move, so you could run away. Your body stayed firm in its place.

“She’s not moving” Bucky mumbled, before running towards you. His whole body slammed into you, as he pushed you out of the street. You got the wind knocked out of you, and you landed flat on your back on the hard concrete.

Bucky came crashing down on top of you. It took you a few seconds to realize what had just happened. Your senses were on overdrive.

You looked at the unfamiliar man above you who was staring straight back at you. You knew him from the news, but you had never met him. “Are you okay?” He asked you, carefully. You were still in shock, so you nodded your head.

“You just saved my life” you said, breathlessly. He just gave you a small smile, before rolling himself off of you. He winced and got up on his feet. You felt him grab your hands as he helped you stand up.

You felt light-headed as soon as you stood up; you felt a throbbing pain in the back of your head. “Wait...my head kind of—” you started to say before you blacked out.

Bucky panicked as he watched you start to go limp. He quickly wrapped his arms around you, holding you up. He swept his arm under your legs, picking you up bridal style.

When you opened your eyes again, you realized you were on a stretcher inside of an ambulance. You looked around, trying to take in your surroundings.

The ambulance wasn’t moving, and the back doors were open. You saw a paramedic sitting next to you; they were taking notes on a clipboard. Then, you saw Bucky on your other side. He wore a concerned expression.

“You’re awake” he said, softly as his eyes met yours. He seemed slightly less concerned. “I don’t understand. What happened?” You asked, confused.

He noticed your panicked look and took your hand in his. “Do you remember the truck in the street?” He asked you, slowly. You nodded your head, bits and pieces starting to come back to you. “When I pushed you out of the way, you hit your head on the sidewalk. You got a concussion, and then you passed out” he told you.

His thumb subconsciously started to rub back and forth on the back of your hand. Both your eyes went to your hand in his, but neither of you made an effort to move your hands away.

The paramedic turned her attention towards you. “I completed a test, and you’re fine. You have a concussion. Just make sure you get some rest and drink lots of water. You’re good to go” she told you, giving you a polite smile.

“Here let me help” Bucky said, helping you sit up on the stretcher. He kept his hands on yours as you carefully stepped out of the ambulance. “I’m Bucky, by the way” he said, smiling at you.

You felt a school-girl smile appear on your face. “I’m Y/N. Thanks for saving my life” you said, bashfully. Then, another man walked up towards the two of you. You recognized him as Sam.

“Y/N, this is Sam” Bucky said, introducing the two of you. You smiled at him and shook his hand. “Are you okay? I saw Walker push you in the way of that truck. How do you know him anyway?” Sam asked you, curiously.

You noticed he was wearing his Captain America suit. You had only ever seen him in the Falcon suit before. You wouldn’t have admitted it out loud, but you knew he was a better fit for the job than John.

“I’m fine; it’s just a concussion. John is my boyfriend or was my boyfriend. Risking my life might just be a small dealbreaker” you joked, trying to lighten the situation. In reality, you wanted to punch John in the face. You had stood my his side for years, and this is how he repaid you.

They both lightly chuckled at your joke. Then, as if on cue, John came marching over. “There you are. We’re going home” he said, grabbing your arm. You struggled to pull your arm away. He had always been strong, but he was stronger now.

“Get your hands off of me” you said, trying to pull your arm out of his grasp. Within a second, Bucky had pried John’s fingers off of you. “She told you to keep your hands to yourself” Bucky said, bending his fingers backwards until he winced.

Then, he finally let go. He put his hand on your forearm. “You okay?” He asked you, softly. You just nodded your head, too scared to say a word in front of John.

“What the hell is going on here? You think you can just swoop in and steal my girl?” John asked, starting to walk towards you and Bucky. Sam quickly got between John and you.

“We fought you once, and you lost. You want to try again?” Sam taunted. John crossed his arms. “This is between me and my girlfriend” he snarled.

Bucky also shielded you from John. “I’m pretty sure that girls don’t stay with boyfriends who almost get them killed” Bucky said, keeping one hand on yours.

You felt safe behind Bucky. You had just met him, but he was very protective. You knew that he wouldn’t let John anywhere near you.

John huffed, his telltale sign that he was giving up. He walked away from the three of you. “Why did you ever stay with a guy like that? He’s kind of awful” Sam asked you. You shook your head. “He didn’t use to be like that. He used to care” you told them, watching as John walked away.

“Why is he...so strong?” You asked, barely able to find the words. It was the thing you had been struggling with since you saw him fighting that Flag-smasher. Something didn’t feel right. “They took a blood sample and found out he took the serum” Bucky told you.

You were stunned. “Like the super-soldier serum?” You asked, still in shock. They both nodded.

You scoffed to yourself. “He used to talk about much he hated super soldiers. He said real heroes didn’t need a special potion to make them strong” you said, only now seeing his hypocritical nature.

“You should get some rest. Do you need a ride?” Bucky offered. You ignored the smirk that Sam sent his way. “That would be great” you said, smiling.

Bucky hugged Sam and then walked past him. “The suit looks great, Cap” you said, as you walked past him. Bucky led you over to a motorcycle.

“Why am I not surprised?” You asked, giggling. He turned around to face you, and pretended to be offended. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, smirking at you. You shrugged. “You have the whole biker aesthetic: the leather jacket, the boots, the withering stare” you teased.

He chuckled as he picked the helmet up off the seat. “Here. No more concussions” he said, tightening the strap once he put it on your head. You told him the name of your apartment building. He nodded before you even told him the address.

“I grew up in Brooklyn. I know where it is” he said, getting on his bike. He patted the seat behind him and you swung your leg over the back. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his waist, and rested your head on his back.

He turned on the ignition, and it roared to life. You gave him a thumbs up to tell him you were ready. Soon, you were driving down the streets of Brooklyn.

You expected it to be fast and daring, but instead, it was peaceful. You watched the city whipping past you: the taxi cabs, the street performers, and the illuminated billboards.

He pulled up to your apartment in a matter of minutes. He helped you off the bike and took the helmet off your head. You shoved your hands in your pockets because you didn’t really know what else to do with them.

“Thank you—for everything, I mean” you said, shyly. Bucky hesitated. You could tell he wanted to say something, but you couldn’t tell what it was.

He fiddled with the straps of his leather jacket, nervously toying with them. “I know we just met, but would you like go get dinner sometime?” Bucky asked you. The smile on your face grew ten times bigger. “I’d really like that” you said, cupping his face and pulling him into a kiss.

He was shocked, but eventually kissed you back. He lips tasted like cinnamon. You could feel him smiling as you kissed him. His fingers hooked in your belt loops and pulled you closer to him.

You both pulled away with smiles on your face. He gave you a small piece of paper with his phone number on it.

As he drove away on his motorcycle with you waving from the sidewalk, he couldn’t help but want to thank Dr. Raynor for encouraging him to let people into his life.

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