#tony stark x platonic!reader
I Don’t Dance (A Request)
Word Count: 1658
Pairing: None, Platonic Avengers X Teen!Female!Reader
Warnings: slight swearing
A/n: Sorry for the long wait guys! I’m going to try to get back into writing steadily again but I don’t want to get your hopes up too high! so be patient with me please! Requests will still be closed until I am caught up with the requests I currently have sitting in my google docs.
Ps: Do you like my play on the title? :) If you know where it’s from then I hope you got the song stuck in your head now!
Request: Could I request an imagine with the avengers where teen!reader plays softball (shortstop maybe??) and they all watch?? Maybe it can be a close game. It’ll be up to you if reader’s team wins or not. But if you don’t want to write this thats ok too. I really enjoy reading your stories!! :)
You breathed out deeply, focusing on the white noise surrounding you and the feel and weight of the metal bat in your hands.
Your eyes met the piercing gaze of the pitcher and you smirked, egging her on.
Time seemed to slow as the pitcher wound up and then released, right away you could tell it was a curveball. But unluckily for her, you were one of the best batters’ in the league and with a well-timed swing, hit the ball straight out to the far outfields.
“Yes! Go [Y/n]! That’s our girl!” The loud voice of one Tony Stark rang out over the field as you raced around the bases, getting the final home run and winning the game for your team with a score of 7-5.
Dropping your helmet in your bag once back inside the dugout, you wiped the sweat from your forehead as you accepted the congratulations from your teammates and captain.
“Amazing as always [Y/n].” Your coach caught you before you could leave, patting you on the head, before she smirked and looked behind you for a moment, “Though maybe next time your friends can show up incognito and not distract your teammates, the score shouldn’t have been that close together.”
You laughed, looking over your shoulder at the Avengers who were all in their suits, covered in dirt and other questionable stains and bruises.
With a final good job, the coach sent you on your way and you jogged over to the Avengers, “Did you guys finish the mission? I thought you wouldn’t be able to make this game?”
Steve ruffled your hair, his smile lighting up the sky it seemed, “We wouldn’t miss a single of your games [Y/n]. Don’t worry about the mission.”
Wanda sighed, but she was smiling as she moved to your side, “What Steve means is that we finished the mission just in time. But until you're officially an Avenger, you should just stay focused on school.”
You laughed along with the Avengers. Ever since you had been a child, they had been your friends, like older brothers and sisters, as they helped raise you. You had been found alone as a baby wandering the streets without any memory of parents or a home when Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff had stumbled across you. A normal child by all standards, but they must have seen something in you because they never turned you into
Taken in by the Avengers, you never imagined you would have a normal life. And that was true to some extent. From the time you were a toddler to a pre-teen, you had been homeschooled and taught advanced science and mechanical engineering from Bruce Banner, Vision and Tony Stark. You had been given martial arts lessons and defence from Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton and Wanda Maximoff.
Then you met Peter Parker, the spider-man and Tony Stark’s apprentice. He was close to your age and you grew close to him, the first contact you had with someone young. Together you convinced the team to let you go to a normal highschool. So you entered Midtown high alongside Peter and soon discovered your joy and affinity for Fastpitch.
A beast at shortstop and a hell of a batter, you rose through the team until you were the youngest and apparently fastest player to hit Varsity.
“Hey [Y/n]! Oh!” Peter skidded to a halt beside you, a red flush on his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck, “Hi Mr. Stark!”
You punched the boy’s shoulder causing him to yelp, “What is it Peter?”
Peter jumped and then smiled, “Oh! I was going to ask if you wanted to play a quick round since the field is now clear.”
The Avengers immediately perked up and looked at you excitedly causing you to giggle and point at their suits, “Aren’t you guys tired from the mission? We can play on another day.”
Tony swung an arm around your shoulder and gestured wildly, “Today’s a perfect day though [Y/n]! And we’re the avengers! If we couldn’t handle an easy game of fastpitch what type of protectors would we be?”
You smirked, “Easy you say? Alright, let’s pick teams. Peter and I are captains.”
Everyone shifted uneasily, seeming to sense the shift of tension and your smirk grew wider. They may be the Avengers, but fastpitch was where you shone the brightest.
“I’ll take Bucky.” You started off the nominations.
By the end, the teams were decided with you as the captain alongside your players, Bucky, Steve, and Natasha, while Peter had Tony, Bruce and Wanda, and Vision deciding to be the referee with Clint as the catcher for both teams.
“We’ll take the field first.” You made the executive decision, deciding not to leave it to a coin toss. “One inning outfield and one batting for each team, the one with the most homeruns wins.”
Tony preened, “You already know who’s going to win.”
You tilted your head and asked, “Do we?” Before turning away and walking back into the dugout you had just occupied for the past several hours.
Your team took the field first, and you took your spot as shortstop. Steve took first base while Natasha stood in the far outfield and Bucky took up position as the pitcher.
Tony sauntered up to bat first, his Iron Man suit almost completely off except for the gloves and shoes.
He smirked as he swung the bat back and forth before taking up a stance, eyeing Bucky who took a deep breath and then wound up for the pitch, using his metal arm to pitch.
The ball moved so fast, you couldn’t track it with your eyes. The crack from the bat hitting the ball was as loud as thunder and you couldn’t hold back the flinch.
“Would you look at that!” Tony laughed, but he was interrupted by Peter shouting, “Run you old man!”
Tony looked back, affronted with a hand to his chest, “Who are you calling old?”
And then Vision called out, “Mr. Stark, you are out.”
Tony flipped around, “What?”
You laughed, pointing to where Steve stood on first base, a ball in his hand from where Natasha had caught it and thrown it to him. “Next time you should run around the bases before trying to brag.”
Peter’s team finally managed to get a homerun after Wanda manipulated the ball a bit, which caused a bit of a stir about whether abilities should be allowed or not.
Finally it was your team’s turn to be at bat and you started off strong with Bucky. Wanda pitching for Peter’s team as he stood on first, Tony was at shortstop and Bruce was out in the outfield looking distinctly uncomfortable holding the glove on his hand.
You went through your roster and finally it was your turn up at bat. The teams were tied and you were the last to bat, with two strikes against your team.
Taking up a stance, you breathed out deeply and focused on the weight of the bat in your hands, the sand under your feet, the sun on your face and the look Wanda gave you as she wound up the pitch.
You shouted out, “Don’t go easy on me guys just because I’m not an Avenger!”
The others exchanged looks and then nodded at you, making you pleased.
When Wanda released her pitch, your eyes tracked the ball. You didn’t have super strength, or flight, or were a trained assassin, but Fastpitch was your lifeblood and you knew from the bottom of your heart that you could hit this ball out of the park.
You mentally spoke to yourself, not yet, not yet….now! And swung with everything you had.
The ball made contact and though it didn’t create a thunderous crack, it did ring in your ears and hands as the bat vibrated from the force of the connection.
You dropped the bat and ran like the devil was licking at your heels. Your mind focused on the bases in front of you as you rounded them, but half an ear out listening as Tony yelled for Bruce to ‘Throw the damn ball already!’
You internally smirked, breathing evenly as you pumped your arms, getting to the last stretch towards home base.
A flash of red energy and Wanda stood over home base with her hand outstretched, ready to tag you.
But being the best batter wasn’t simply just about hitting the balls. With a short leap, you fell to the ground, the momentum carrying you forward still as you slid underneath the surprised witch.
“Safe!” Vision’s voice shouted out and broke the calm that had befallen the field at your slide.
“Yes!” You jumped up and fistpumped the air.
Your team came streaming from the dugout and Peter’s came in from the field.
Tony shook his head, sweat flinging from his hair, “Hate to say it kid, but you won.”
You smiled at the man, “Fastptich not that easy now, is it?”
Tony laughed, “Nope, definitely proved me wrong kiddo.”
You sighed, running your hand through your hair, “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m beyond tired now and ready for some greasy food.”
“Hell yeah!” Peter jumped up with a grin.
Clint gasped and slammed a hand over Peter’s mouth, causing everyone to look at him. Clint just looked around at everyone with a grave look, “Who taught the baby to cuss?”
Everyone stared a moment longer and then everyone broke down laughing. Even Clint broke his composure and laughed, releasing Peter.
As you all began walking back to the tower, you thought about your life. The abnormalities and the people in it. And realized you wouldn’t trade a thing about it. Your life may not be exactly normal, but with your friends and family, you knew your life would be amazing.
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Pairing(s): Avengers x platonic!reader
Summary: The reader has some very unhealthy eating habits that they avoid sharing with the team. One day, however, it catches up with them and the team expresses their support and concern.
Warnings: Disordered eating, food intake restriction, mentions of body insecurities, brief mentions of nausea and vomiting
A/N: This fic is in NO WAY meant to promote or glorify eating disorders and/or disordered eating. As with all of my fics, this is based off of my personal experiences. The feelings and things I experience/have experienced may be different from those of other people. Please do not consider this to be a 100% accurate representation of disordered eating. Everybody experiences these things differently.
If you feel that this fic may cause you any distress, anxiety, relapse, etc. PLEASE do not read it. You know yourself best, make the choice that is right for you. If you ever want to talk about anything, my inbox is always open and I’m more than willing to talk about anything.
The number flashed at you from the LED screen of the scale. “Ugh, it’s mocking me,” you thought to yourself. You turned around and stared at your reflection in the mirror. You stood in just your underwear, as you ran your hand over your relatively flat stomach. You had worked very hard to obtain this figure- and you were damn proud of it- when you looked in the mirror and saw your flat stomach and thin body reflected back at you, you felt a surge of confidence- you felt content. However, no one’s body always looked like that, and of course whenever you would eat a meal your stomach would expand, making that slim, fit looking stomach disappear.
Realistically, you knew this was normal- it happened to everybody- and you also knew that if you were to gain weight, it wouldn’t be the end of the world; you would still look perfectly fine no matter how your stomach and waist looked. But it was an obsession, and no amount of logic or reasoning could assuage the immense terror and nausea you felt when you even thought about gaining weight. You were at a healthy weight for your height and age- and you weren’t anorexic or bulimic- you still ate.
However, your diet and eating schedule were terrible. And honestly, you did it on purpose. You knew that in the long run, eating (or more accurately, not eating) like this would probably have the opposite of the desired effect on your body. But you just couldn’t explain the dizziness, nausea, and anxiety that filled your body when you considered having a normal diet and meal intake.
You were actually a little worried that you may have completely screwed up your body with your unhealthy habits. You had been doing this for years- and now, you hardly ever got hungry anymore. Sometimes you felt those aches and pangs of hunger in your stomach, but for some reason you liked it. It made you proud of yourself in some sick way, because you knew you were depriving your body of what it needed, and slowly causing your ribs to become more visible and your wrists to become bonier. You knew that something was wrong with your mind- you were sick- but you had no desire to fix it. Oftentimes, even the smell of food was enough to make you feel sick and nauseous.
Had you lived by yourself, this would’ve been fine; however, you were a resident of the Avengers compound and were almost constantly surrounded by at least one person, if not more. This meant it was very difficult for you to hide your incredibly unhealthy eating habits.
Most days, you forgot to eat until 3 or 4 pm; the thought genuinely slipping your mind because you just didn’t feel hungry. You had no want or need for food, so you generally forgot. Until you got a splitting headache, that is. You rarely ever drank enough water- you basically survived off of coffee.
As a team member of the Avengers, you were required to attend training sessions several times a week. Your skills were mainly in physical combat and working with technology. You usually brought water to these training sessions- you weren’t that foolish- but the lack of substantial nutrients in your body made the sessions that much harder.
You had periods of time when you would eat slightly more food and on a semi-regular basis. But after screwing with your body for so long, your desires and cravings (or lack thereof) for food were unpredictable.
Today was a training day and you were set to work on hand to hand combat with Steve. You often cursed the super soldier for his intuition and knack for observing others and picking up on their feelings and concerns. This had nothing to do with Steve being a super soldier, he was just a naturally observant person; which meant that he always noticed when you felt worn down from having little to no food or water that day.
Today was a particularly intense training day, and after 30 minutes you were already drenched in sweat. It didn’t take long before your movements and reflexes became sluggish. It was 3:30 in the afternoon at that point and you had eaten nothing but a few almonds today. Steve seemed to notice your exhaustion, and called for a five minute break. You both walked over to a table and chairs off to the side of the training area and took a seat.
“Hey Y/N, are you sure you’re alright? Did you get enough sleep last night?” Steve wearing a concerned expression and staring at you with that intense gaze of his. You looked away from his eyes because you found it very difficult to lie when making direct eye contact with him. Something about his expression and demeanor made you feel nervous and heavily scrutinized. You settled for simply nodding.
“You sure? You seem like you’re dragging a little today. We can take a break if you need to and come back to this tomorrow,” Steve offered. You panicked, fearing that it would raise suspicion if you agreed to that.
“No no, I’m fine, I wanna train. Come on, let’s get back to it,” you said, standing up quickly. That was a big mistake; not only were you running on no food, but you were also anemic, which meant that standing up too quickly was never a good idea.
Your ears began to ring and you felt as though you had put your head underwater. Everything sounded muffled and distant and your vision swam before your eyes. You felt your breathing pick up and saw spots in your vision as you felt your body grow incredibly warm. Oh no- this is how your body reacted whenever you were going to pass out. You didn’t want to do that- that would DEFINITELY raise suspicion. Your brain sluggishly decided that you should try and sit back down. And with that, you collapsed to the floor, as everything went black.
When you opened your eyes, the first thing you noticed was a lot of bright light. You squinted, your head aching from all the lights and sounds. You groaned and rubbed your eyes, yawning.
“Well, look who finally decided to wake up!” Tony said jovially. Your eyes were closed, but you could tell that he was smirking at you, just from the sound of his voice.
“Y/N, what the hell happened?” another, gentler voice asked. You knew that voice- you were still groggy, so it took you a second to place who it was. Bucky, that was Bucky’s voice. Slowly, you opened your eyes and saw the entire team gathered around you, all packed tightly together. You stared at them, looking slightly dazed and confused.
“W-what happened?” you asked, struggling to recall what you had been doing before waking up here.
“We were training and you stood up and then just passed out. You probably would’ve hit your head if I hadn’t caught you,” Steve said, the worry evident in his voice. Slowly, it all started coming back to you and a look of complete horror made its way onto your face. Suddenly, Bruce spoke up.
“Y/N, you passed out from dehydration and a lack of food; were you starving yourself?” he asked. You quickly turned your head towards your left to look at him.
“No, no I wasn’t!” you protested quickly. You technically weren’t lying; you had been eating, you had just been eating in very small increments, on an incredibly irregular schedule.
“Come on Y/N, seriously. We’re not mad at you, we just wanna know the truth. We’re worried about you,” Sam said, sounding as though he was trying to avoid scaring you off.
“I know, I know. I promise you guys, I’m not starving myself and I AM eating. I mean look at me, have I lost any weight? I still look the same as always. I was just being stupid and forgot to eat enough before training that day, alright?” The team scrutinized you with suspicion, exchanging looks.
“I’m FINE guys, I promise,” you said again. After a minute of silence, Bruce just sighed.
“You need to be more careful in the future Y/N,” he said, still eyeing you suspiciously, as though he didn’t believe you were being completely honest.
Ever since that fateful day, the team kept a much closer eye on you, especially in the kitchen and during mealtimes. You tried to follow your same routine as you usually did: take a small amount of food, eat that (to avoid getting a headache), grab something small and unhealthy with very little nutrients, make yourself some coffee, and escape to your room. But the team wasn’t having it.
On Wednesday, Sam made some dish with rice, which he said was a family recipe. Everyone piled their plates with food, gathering around the island in the kitchen where the food was sitting. You filled your plate with a small portion- truthfully, it did look good- but today was one of those days when even the smell of food made you feel queasy and nauseous.
You scooped a bit of rice, and you were about to head to the table, when you felt Bucky gently- but firmly- grip your arm to prevent you from walking any further.
“Nope,” he said casually, reaching around and grabbing your plate with his other hand.
“Hey!” you exclaimed, your voice filled with irritation. He released your arm, so he could add more food to your plate- a lot more- and handed it back to you. Holy shit- there was no way you were going to be able to eat all of that- and it wasn’t just due to a fear of gaining weight. Your appetite had shrunk A LOT since you had first started restricting your eating. You honestly couldn’t remember when it started, but you knew that you definitely couldn’t eat as much food as before. Bucky seemed satisfied with himself, and you made your way back to the table quietly.
You noticed as you sat down that your hands were shaking slightly. You hid them under the table, hoping that no one would notice. You ate the amount that you would normally eat- which was about as much as you could stomach- and left the rest of the food untouched.
“Hey,” Tony said, using his fork as a pointer and directing it at you. “Finish your food,” he said, sounding jokingly stern. You felt like a child being reprimanded.
“It’s super good Sam…” you said, trailing off as though you were preparing to add a ‘but’ in there.
“Oh what, so now you’re saying my food isn’t good?” Sam said, pretending to be offended.
“What no- I-”
“No no it’s fine, I know what you were about to say. You were gonna say ‘it’s super good Sam, but I’m so full’ or something. The classic excuse!” he exclaimed overdramatically, as Steve and Bucky laughed at his antics. You knew he was just joking, but you were already so anxious and hyper-sensitive that you suddenly felt the burning sensation of tears build behind your eyes. Oh fuck no, you were not going to let yourself cry in front of the entire team. You blinked rapidly, trying to get rid of the tears that were forming. Only Wanda and Natasha- bless their hearts- seemed to notice your growing distress.
“Hey guys, cut it out,” Natasha said. Her tone was stern enough that the three men stopped their laughter and glanced over at you.
“Hey, Y/N/N I was joking, you know that right? I know you don’t hate my cooking,” Sam said, his voice kind and gentle. You didn’t say anything, just nodding and continuing to stare at your plate. Wanda rubbed your shoulder gently. She leaned close so that only you could hear her and said,
“You okay? Do you want to go to your room?” You nodded and she got out of her seat and took your hand, helping you up and guiding you out of the room with her hand on your shoulder. The rest of the team (with the exception of Natasha) stared after you in stunned silence. As you walked away, you heard Bucky mumble,
“Wow, way to go Sam.”
“Me!?” Sam exclaimed slightly louder. “You stole her plate!”
“Will both of you knock it off?” Steve said.
Several hours later, there was a knock at your door. Wanda had stayed with you the whole time, talking about your eating habits and why you felt the way you did about your body. Wanda glanced towards the door, and then back at you.
“Do you want me to open it?” she asked.
“Yeah, I guess so. It’s probably Sam,” you said, sounding tired. Wanda got up from the bed and walked over to the door and opened it.
“Oh- hello- okay you’re all here,” she said, sounding slightly surprised.
“Can we come talk to Y/N?” you heard Bucky ask. Wanda looked back at you once again, silently asking if you were okay with it. You simply nodded and sat back against your wall, clutching a pillow to your chest and hugging your knees. Bruce, Tony, Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Natasha all entered and stood a couple feet away from your bed. They stood in awkward silence for a moment, before Sam finally spoke.
“Hey Y/N/N, we just came to apologize for everything. I’m sorry for messing with you and I hope you know I’m not really mad at you. If anything, we’re all pretty worried about you.” You nodded and said,
“Yeah, I know. That’s not what it was about.” You looked at your knees and began picking at a thread on your jeans. After another moment of silence, Steve said,
“Well… could you tell us what it was about? I understand if you don’t want to, but we just want to know what’s going on so we can help you.” You turned to look at Wanda, who nodded at you. Even though no words were exchanged, you could tell she was saying: “You should tell them. You can trust them, they’re your friends.” Sighing, you nodded back at her and turned to face the team once more.
“Okay. But you have to let me explain everything before you say anything,” you said, your tone cautious. The team all nodded and gave various responses of understanding and agreement.
Sighing, you took a deep breath and prepared yourself to share one of your biggest secrets/insecurities.
“Okay, well… I don’t know when it all started- I remember figuring out that weight was something people were insecure about- and by 7 years old I had started scrutinizing my appearance a lot, and keeping a close eye on how I looked,” you paused, still picking at the strings on your pants and refusing to look up at your friends.
“I remember I had a crush on this kid in 7th grade who used to make jokes about my weight and jokingly called me fat. Realistically, I knew I wasn’t fat, but since I cared so much about that kid’s opinion I began to wonder what they saw when they looked at me. What everyone saw. If they could make jokes about me being fat, I figured that that meant there had to be some truth to it. Otherwise, why would they joke about it? When I finally hit the 100 lbs mark somewhere between 7th-8th grade, I started to panic. Even though I knew it was normal for my age, I didn’t like the fact that I was gaining weight even if it was healthy. My weight would fluctuate a lot and if I complained about it, my parents told me I should exercise more or eat healthier foods, or snack less after school. I rarely ever had breakfast, and the school lunches weren’t very filling. So after school, I would go home and basically eat a small meal, and my mom would criticize me for it.
When my anxiety got really bad in high school and I got diagnosed with anemia, I felt nauseous a lot, so I usually didn’t want to eat much because I felt so sick. And then, I realized that my body was starting to look the way I wanted it to since I was eating in very small amounts. I could never completely stop eating… I was afraid of what would happen to me, and it tended to cause really bad migraines. So I always ate at least a little bit. But there were…” you hesitated, and then corrected yourself. “There ARE days when I don’t eat for a full 24 hours- sometimes even longer- and I’m proud of myself. I know I shouldn’t be, but I can’t help it. Of course, no one has noticed because I still eat, so as long as no one looks too closely, they can’t tell that anything is abnormal. Which is what I want, because anytime someone tells me to eat more or criticizes my eating habits or tells me that what I’m doing is really unhealthy and dangerous, I start to panic. Because I don’t WANT to fix it. I know I should want to- and I should do something about it- but I don’t want to.” You were quiet for a moment before adding,
“Today was the first time I’ve ever passed out. I’ve never gone that far before. I don’t know what happened. I think my appetite has changed a lot since this all started. I can’t eat as much food as I used to and oftentimes I just don’t feel hungry. There are a lot of times when I can’t think of a single thing I want to eat- everything makes me feel sick- even though I can tell I should probably have something. So, yeah, that’s everything,” you finished quietly.
The room was silent for a minute before Tony sat down and pulled you into a side hug.
“I get it kid. For me, it has nothing to do with weight or insecurity- I just forget to eat. I get so wrapped up in my work and everything I have to do, that it just completely slips my mind. I don’t even feel hungry, so I don’t notice until I start to feel really weak and tired. Or until Bruce or Pepper remind me to eat or bring me food,” he added, with a grin in Bruce’s direction. Bruce chuckled a little.
“Yep, that’s what I’m here for. Reminding Tony to eat, sleep, and shower; if it weren’t for me, he would look like a homeless man,” Bruce said jokingly. The team laughed a little, glad to have something to break the tension a little.
“Hey, I know I won’t ever fully understand what it is you’re feeling, but I do want to help you. Can you promise me something kid?” Tony asked, giving you a serious look. You stared back at him curiously.
“Can you promise that you’ll try something for me?” Slowly you nodded, not entirely sure what you had just agreed to.
“Let’s help each other out. I won’t push you to eat a huge meal or criticize what you’re eating, but I want to check in with you a few times a day to make sure you’ve had something to eat and some water. And in return, you can help me make sure that I don’t forget to eat. Pepper’s been on my ass about it for years, telling me how unhealthy it is. So, if you let me help you, I’ll let you do the same for me. How does that sound?” Tony asked. You bit your lip and considered it for a moment. You did want to help Tony, and holding each other accountable for your eating habits didn’t seem so terrible. And he did promise he wouldn’t judge you or tell you what to eat. You still had control- you didn’t have to feel so trapped- like a small child being reprimanded by their parents.
“You promise you won’t judge me or get mad at me?” you asked with uncertainty.
“I promise,” Tony said, giving you a light squeeze. You thought about it for another moment before leaning your on his shoulder and saying,
“Okay. I promise.” Tony smiled down at you.
“Good. I’m proud of you kiddo,” he said.
“Would you feel okay about the rest of us checking in on you sometimes? Just making sure you feel okay and you’ve had some water or something?” Bucky asked. You considered him for a minute, looking at his concerned expression and let out a barely audible sigh.
“Yeah, okay. Just don’t judge me or make me feel bad, okay?” you said, looking around at the group. They all nodded, still wearing various expressions of concern and sadness on their faces.
“Alright, now stop looking at me like I just told you I have a terminal illness. I don’t need any pity,” you said, your tone playful. The group laughed at your joke, glad to see you were starting to get back to normal again.
“You know we love you, right Y/N/N?” Sam asked. You nodded and smiled at him.
“Yeah, I know. I know you guys are just looking out for me and I appreciate it. I love you guys.”
“We love you too Y/N,” Steve said with a smile. Smiling contentedly, you leaned into Tony’s shoulder again and closed your eyes, feeling calm for the first time in a while.
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Bucky Barnes x Reader: Mystery Fever
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem reader
Word Count: 1,617
I extended this from last night.
Okay, this blog is anonymous, but I wanted to write this. I have this ultra-rare condition called Nephropathic Cystinosis, and it is discussed in this one-shot. Not in great detail, but it is. And Cystinosis Fever is a thing that has happened to me. It’s possible I’ll continue with this sort of thing....Let me know if you want more. For the moment it’s a reader insert, but may turn into something else.
Y/N sat at the kitchen table in the Avengers compound, in the shared kitchen and she didn’t feel quite right. She got up to fill her water when Bucky walked in.
He smiled upon seeing her. “Hey, doll.” His grin widened as he walked over to her and curled a hand around her waist, placing a chaste kiss to her lips, which he immediately noticed were chapped. And her skin felt too warm under his touch, the body heat radiating off of her was more than was usual for her. He pulled back slightly and pressed his lips to her forehead, letting them linger there much longer than necessary. She knew exactly what he was doing but didn’t say anything, she knew he was trying to hide it under the guise of a forehead kiss.
Then he frowned and dropped all pretense, pressing his flesh hand to her forehead. His frown deepened. “Doll, you’re warm. Really warm.” He moved his hand from her head to her cheek and she leaned into his touch, humming slightly at how good it felt against her overheated skin. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”
She looked up at her boyfriend, bleary eyed, and smiled softly. They had only officially been an item for a couple of weeks. Before that, they had been going out about a month, and two weeks ago, Bucky had asked her to be his girl. He was protective before that, but after, it was like some sort of primal need of his that he couldn’t control. The need to protect her, take care of her, and keep her safe always there. And the fact that his girlfriend had an ultra-rare and potentially dangerous disease just made the urge even stronger. Bucky knew that Y/N had Nephropathic Cystinosis. A lysosomal storage disease. A genetic, metabolic condition that caused fifteen secondary conditions in Y/N’s case. There were only a few others in the compound that knew. Tony, Pepper, and Steve. Bucky looked almost ashamed when he didn’t know what it was, but she assured Bucky most doctors didn’t even know. About 2,500 people in the world had it. Then she went on to explain it to him. After that, he was determined to learn all he could about it, how it affected her, to go to her doctor’s appointments with her (when he could and when the next one came up), you name it. She realized this was something she’d never really discussed with him before, because well, it hadn’t come up yet. And this hadn’t happened to her in a quite a while.
“I think…” she mumbled, and Bucky waited for her to continue. “We used to call it Cystinosis fever when I was younger.”
His heart did a little lurch. Cystinosis fever? There was a specific fever his girl could get with this condition? “What’s that?” he mumbled.
“It’s an unexplainable, sudden onset fever. It can last a couple hours or a couple days, never really sure.”
He nodded slowly. “What else happens, other than the fever?”
“Depends. It’s different every time. Headache, nausea, cough, exhaustion, dizziness…” she trailed off and leant her head against his chest and gripped his forearms. He though she was feeling some dizziness now. He rubbed her back and then sat her down in the nearest chair.
“I’m gonna take your temperature.”
“Bucky, I can take my own-“ but he’d already walked off to get the thermometer from her room. He was back in a flash and knelt down in front of her.
“Open up,” he said and she obediently opened her mouth so he could place the thermometer beneath her tongue. A minute or so later it beeped and he removed it, looking down at the numbers. “102.2,” he mumbled, glancing up at her. “Alright, come on.” He hoisted her into his arms. “I’ll take care of you. Let’s get you to bed.”
Tony walked by at that moment and smirked, as usual his mind in the gutter. “Feeling frisky, Barnes?”
“Shut up, Tony,” he grumbled, his face going slightly pink. Bucky and Y/N hadn’t even been intimate like that yet, and he couldn’t help the flush on his cheeks, nor could his girlfriend. “Y/N’s not feeling well.”
Tony’s features softened. “What’s up, kid?”
“Little fever, I’ll be fine.”
“Well sure, with the bionic man to take care of you, those germs better run if they know what’s good for them.”
Even Bucky couldn’t help but smile a little at that.
“Could you hand me that bottle of water?”
“Sure.” He handed Y/N the bottle and she held it carefully.
“Need any help, Barnes?”
There was hint of a glare in Bucky’s eyes as he looked back at him. “I can handle this, Stark, thanks.”
Bucky deposited Y/N gently onto the bed, and took the bottle of water from her, setting it on the nightstand. She had been dozing and looked around. “This is your room,” she mumbled, though she curled up on the bed as Bucky pulled his sheets over her and tucked them in around her.
“I know,” he said, another light blush dusting his cheeks. “It was the closest to the kitchen.”
“Thank you,” she said, a yawn parting her lips.
“Sure.” He smoothed her hair back. “What else do you need?”
“Nothing, I just...” she paused, and Bucky leaned forward a bit, but Y/N threw the covers off and Bucky moved out of the way she ran to his en suite bathroom. He followed and saw her bent over the toilet, vomiting up the little that was in her stomach. He walked up behind her and crouched down, gathering her hair in his hand to keep it out of her face, rubbing her back. It took several more minutes before she stopped and stood up, wiping at her eyes with her right hand. Unfortunately, since learning about her medical condition, and being trusted enough by her to let him see these parts of her life, he’d seen her throw up several times. And every time, her eyes would tear like crazy.
“You okay?” Bucky asked, still rubbing her back.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said, walking over to his sink and splashing cold water on her face, then grabbing a cup and rinsing her mouth. The sad thing was, she meant it. To her, this wasn’t a big deal. She got sick like this (threw up) several times a week. She told him that for years there she threw up every single day. To Bucky, though, it was. To see his girl bent over the toilet, throwing up the little contents that was usually in her stomach. It was often nearly a fight to get her to eat, this condition affected her appetite, too.
“Right,” Bucky mumbled, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it, then ringing it out. “Come on, doll, lay back down.”
She did as he said and laid back down in his bed, and he again pulled the sheets over her, then knelt down in front of her and dabbed her face, forehead and neck with the wet cloth. This was something that he learned made her feel better, even when she claimed she was fine. As she had a tendency to do, often to Bucky’s dismay, She hummed and closed her eyes and he placed the cloth down. “It’s right next to you if you need it.” She nodded, “What else do you need?”
“Where’s my water?” she mumbled, opening her eyes.
“I’ve got it.” He grabbed the bottle and opened it. She smiled some and shook her head gently as he held it to her lips. “Bucky I can..” He shrugged and she rolled her eyes playfully, then took a big gulp and then another. This was something else Bucky had learned. For her, Cystinosis caused chronic dehydration. Which meant she was always, always thirsty. She took another big gulp.
“Doll, stop,” he said softly, gently pulling the bottle away from her mouth, a trickle of water falling down her chin. She went to wipe it away but Bucky beat her to it. “You’ll make yourself sick again.”
She huffed out an irritated sigh, but didn’t argue. ”Alright, it’s right here. Don’t make yourself sick, alright?”
“Okay, what else do you need?”
She nibbled her bottom lip.
“What is it?”
“Can you stay with me?”
Bucky was confused. “Of course, that’s what I was going to-”
“No, I mean, in here.” She gestured to the bed. “I just...” she hesitated, suddenly shy. “I want to...cuddle. Want you to hold me. That would make me feel better.”
Bucky smiled, his whole being feeling warm and his heart swelling with affection and....was it love? The word scared him, but he didn’t overthink it or even mention it out loud, he didn’t want to scare Y/N off, not with saying that so soon.
“Sure, babydoll, of course.” She smiled up at him, her cheeks a light pink. He took off his shoes and his long sleeve shirt (there was a shirt underneath ut) , but left everything else on. He wasn’t sure they were quite there yet. Then he moved to the other side of the bed, hesitated a moment, and lifted his covers, crawling in behind her. His arm draped over her waist and his other hand went to her hair, scratching lightly and soothingly at her scalp until she fell asleep in his arms. And though he didn’t want his girl to feel sick, he loved holding her like this, and hoped there would be many more chances in the future to do just that. He kissed her top of her head, but stayed up to watch over her. His girl, his little warrior.
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Tony helping you open up and learn to love again:
It wasnt that you didn’t want someone to love you
You did but it was both the fear of letting someone in and the fear of not being accepted for who you were that scared you
You met Tony by chance
He was giving a talk at your school and when you rivaled nearly everything he said from the back of the class room of course he was going to notice you
Your hand went up again. How many times were you going to correct him? “Actually Mr stark you forgot to carry the 2 so if you actually went through with that there would be a power outage in about 3 hours after turning the system on” you were right, you wished you hadn’t said anything though as you felt 30 pairs of eyes pierce through your skull. “Well done” breathing in and letting it go slowly, was it disappointment? Shock? Did you just make someone you had idolised hate you? The fear and dread of a thousand possibilities came flooding through you all at once like a raging flood. So you did what you knew to do, grabbed your bag and left the classroom.
He took note of this but carried on with what he was doing
After the lecture he was given a tour around the school and decided to ask about you and give you the opportunity to intern at Stark industries
“So that Y/n kid, what’s their deal?” Tony asked eyes searching the many pictures and posters that adorned the walls of your school, “y/n is a gifted and kind student but doesn’t really open up to the other students. If you’re thinking of letting them intern for you I would tell you that there would be no better person to have then them, it might even help them learn to open up a bit more” consider you he would however it wasn’t just for your mind it was the way you looked at the ground when you spoke and flinched when waiting for his answer as if waiting for approval on the decision you made. He knew how that felt.
So after the letter came through your door telling you that you had been picked for a 6 week intern at Stark Industries helping out in the lab with Tony himself you couldn’t believe it
Maybe you hadn’t messed up
After that your days in the lab were spent with Tony trying to get you to open up and interact
However it was harder than it looked, not like he was the type to give up
“So y/n” tony said as he tightened one of the bolts on the new project you had both started “what do you like to do when you’re not being held hostage in here with me?” the mans attempt at a joke did make you chuckle but you didn’t really know how to answer “what do you think I do?” it sounded more like a deflection than an answer and in a way it probably was but you were giving him an opportunity to talk to you and of course he was going to gobble it straight up like a kid with his favourite sweet “I don’t know stare solemnly at the wall, reading, if you’re feeling adventures maybe answer questions about yourself” you knew the man meant it as a joke by the way he laughed at the end but to you it was like he was saying you were to closed up and he didn’t like it. So kuching yourself out of your comfort zone you went ahead and said “well actually I like to listen to music, sometimes I even shut my eyes and just dance, well more like jump, around my room” okay that was not what he was expecting to hear so he stopped his wire cutting to look you in the eyes and carry on talking
He learnt more about you in that hour then he ever had
And so he carried on chipping away at the walls you had built up around you heart
That’s how you ended up there that morning
In Tony's lounge at 3am eating coco pops and sharing secrets
“Biggest fear, go” you asked giggling as he tried to shovel down his cereal so he could answer your question “spiders, hands down” you could see him resel with the temptation to say something else as you laughed at The Mighty Iron Man's fear of the eight legged creatures “or not being able to safe everyone, what about you kid” that was enough to get you to stop laughing and now the man had shared that you felt the need to say something. Putting down your spoon, with a sad smile you said “being loved, before you say anything I know how that sounds but it’s terrifying. Love is so painful but yet all people seem to see are valentine chocolates and love hearts. How many times have you loved something so hard then when it was taking away you felt yourself turn into a shell of a person because you put everything into this one thing? All your hope, happiness and love in this one thing and then poof gone” the man seemed to ponder on this for a minute “poof” he muttered “kid that’s no way to live. Even if love does hurt you can’t refuse to open yourself up to it. Yes when the thing goes poof it hurts but then you find a new thing that gives you the same feeling and you grow from the pain. I mean look how far you’ve gone” you took another bite and swallowed, he had a point “I just don’t think I am willing to admit to myself that love isn’t a bad thing” he understood that “well start with something small, you don't have to say it to someone just let them know you enjoy their time or spend more time doing what makes you happy” he collected your now empty bowl and put them into the dishwasher “now you head to the guest room and get some sleep” as he walked past you he ruffled your hair and smiled. 1 little action is all it took to make you realise maybe you were readier than you thought “Hey Tony” he turned around to face you “I appreciate what you have done for me” he smiled “love you too kid”
and you were okay with that
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i wanna write for marvel, like ong, send me marvel requests >:(
my only rule is no smut! im bad at writing it and i also mostly write for minor characters so like 😃obviously no smut
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Tony: I'm gonna tell Fury
Y/n: at least let me tell first
Y/n: He won't be that mad first but the second one will catch his rage
Tony: and why is that my problem?
Y/n: I'll knock you out if you don't
Tony: *Starts walking* funny-
Y/n: *knocks him out and writes "told you" on his arm*
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Texts you would get being Tony’s kid:
Happy Monday 💖
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Pairing(s): Avengers x platonic!reader
Summary: the reader loves singing and has been performing and taking lessons for a long time. But they like to sing by themselves- until they get an unexpected audience.
Author’s Note: I have no idea what this is- it’s just an idea I had in the back of my mind. I wasn’t sure where to go in the second half of the story, so hopefully it works. Also this definitely isn’t based off my life experiences in any way, don’t even worry about it
Finally- some peace and quiet. The team was on a mission, leaving you as the only one left in Avengers Tower. You generally handled the technological side of things and often stayed on the base, gathering information, monitoring potential threats, programming new tools, weapons, AI’s, and so on. On those rare occasions when the entire team left the tower, you took advantage of all your alone time and did your favorite thing- singing.
You had been singing since you were a kid and people had started noticing that you had some natural talent in fourth grade. You never did much with it; you participated in a few musicals, joined choir, took music lessons- but it was never a serious career option. Although it was a dream of yours to perform on a big stage in front of a huge audience of fans cheering for you, you knew that it wasn’t something you wanted to do all the time. In fact, you had a feeling that you would grow to hate it. You liked all the cheers and attention sometimes, but you knew that the pre-performance anxiety, all the talk shows, the award shows, talking with celebrities- you knew it wouldn’t be worth it, because you’d spend all your time feeling anxious and worrying what people thought about you.
But of course, that never stopped you from singing and pretending you were on a stage in front of thousands in a sold out stadium, during your alone time.
With everyone gone, you could sing as loudly as you wanted without fear of anyone hearing you. It’s not that you were bad- in fact, you were often told that you were quite good- but you feared that you would bother your teammates with your loud music and singing. And besides, it felt like a personal activity- something reserved for you and you alone. When no one was watching, you could truly relax and channel all your emotions into the songs without fear of what anyone thought. Also, you kind of loved having a little secret- a fun talent that no one knew about- a secret gift.
You had already spent several hours singing whilst doing dishes, folding laundry, working on some projects in the lab, and just dancing around in the huge seating area with the tv and coffee tables, where the whole team gathered when they wanted to relax and have a movie night or something.
Recently, you’ve been obsessed with “Deja Vu” by Olivia Rodrigo, and you loved singing it. Even though you didn’t entirely relate to the message of the song, you just loved the lyrics and the melody and feeling of singing it.
You were in the seating area once again, just singing and losing yourself in the music. You had found out a while ago that you could pair your phone with F.R.I.D.A.Y and play your music anywhere in the tower and you definitely used that excellent sound system to your advantage. The gentle notes of “Deja Vu” began to play and you smiled excitedly.
Car rides to Malibu
Strawberry ice cream, one spoon for two
And tradin' jackets
Laughin’ 'bout how small it looks on you
(Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha)
Watching reruns of Glee
Bein' annoying, singin’ in harmony
I bet she's braggin' to all her friends, sayin' you're so unique
You closed your eyes as your favorite part began to play.
So when you gonna tell her that we did that, too?
She thinks it's special, but it's all reused
That was our place, I found it first
I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you
Do you get déjà vu when she’s with you?
Do you get déjà vu? (Ah), hmm
Do you get déjà vu, huh?
When you finally finished the song, you opened your eyes and turned to grab your phone and find a new song. As you turned, you looked up and came face to face with the entire team. They were all standing in the doorway, looking shocked and mildly impressed. Your eyes widened and you clapped a hand to your mouth.
“Oh no…” you said very softly.
Tony was the first to speak. He moved from the doorway and entered the room, walking towards you.
“Kid, why didn’t you tell us you could sing? That was amazing!” he exclaimed. “Honestly, I know some people, I could probably get you signed with a record label,” he said. You just stood there, mouth slightly agape, still looking shocked and horrified.
“Hey Y/N, you good?” Sam asked, furrowing his brow in concern.
“I- but what- you’re supposed to be gone for a few more days,” you said, attempting to form a coherent sentence.
“We were,” Steve replied. “But the base ended up being much smaller than we had thought and it didn’t take as long to clear it out and get what we needed. But what’s wrong? You’re really good kid, why don’t you want people to hear you?” he asked, looking confused and a tad concerned. You just shook your head, still bewildered and sat down on one of the couches. The rest of the team entered the room, still wearing their gear, and sat down on the various couches and chairs.
“Guys, come on seriously, these are leather, don’t get any dirt on them,” Tony protested. Bucky turned to stare at him.
“Really Stark? That’s your biggest concern right now?” he said, sounding annoyed. Tony rolled his eyes.
“Well it’s ONE of them,” he said, glaring back.
“Guys, seriously knock it off,” Natasha said, giving them a stern look. Thor had seated himself next to you and turned to you.
“Young Y/N your voice is quite beautiful. If we were in Asgard, you would be asked to perform at banquets and parties,” he said, in his deep, rumbling voice. “Why wouldn’t you want anyone to hear you?” he questioned. You stared at your lap and shook your head, refusing to look at any of them.
“Yeah honestly Y/N/N, you’re amazing- if I’d known you could sing, I would’ve asked you to sing way more stuff!” Sam exclaimed, attempting to lighten the mood a little. You chuckled softly, still staring at your lap. The team waited quietly, while you worked up the courage to speak. Finally, still refusing to make eye contact, you said,
“I didn’t want to annoy anyone. And also it’s a really private and personal thing. And I’m afraid of being judged and criticized. And… I was in theatre a bit in high school, and people were kind of cruel.”
The team exchanged shocked and sad looks.
“But, seriously how could anyone criticize you? What could possibly be wrong with your singing?” Bucky asked, sounding incredulous.
“I mean, no one is completely perfect,” you said. “But it was more that a lot of people didn’t like me. And it didn’t matter that I could actually sing, they didn’t think I deserved to be there. So, I became really self conscious. I didn’t want to give them anything else to make fun of me for,” you explained softly. Steve wrapped an arm around your shoulders.
“Well, I don’t know who could possibly dislike you, especially when you sing like that, but we would never criticize or make fun of you,” Steve said, pulling you into a side hug. You smiled a little and leaned into him.
“It was just a rough experience. And singing by myself makes me feel like I have something they can’t take from me. I have these feelings, the music- it’s just me- and they can’t intrude and ruin things.”
“We get it. It’s cathartic for you,” Natasha said, offering you a warm smile which you returned. “Obviously you don’t have to sing in front of us… but if you ever wanted to, just know we wouldn’t mind. We’d be happy to hear your voice again,” she said. The rest of the team nodded in agreement. You smiled gratefully at them.
“Thank you guys. I mean, I feel most at peace when I’m singing by myself, but maybe one day, if I’m feeling brave, I can sing for you guys,” you said.
“I look forward to that day,” Bucky said, walking over and ruffling your hair.
“Well, now that that’s settled, I’m starving. What should we get to eat?” Tony asked. The group began discussing (and arguing- Sam and Bucky were honestly like an old married couple). You merely sat back and smiled at your team. They hadn’t made fun of you. They hadn’t been annoyed. It would take some time for you to allow yourself to be vulnerable with them, but you trusted them when they promised that they would never make fun of you.
“And who knows,” you thought to yourself. “Maybe I’ll take Tony up on that record label offer.”
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🛡 marvel masterlist
you were on the ceiling! (nO i WaSn’T!)
a reenactment of the scene where ned finds out about spider-man, with you in it.
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“Whoa, kid, hold up, what are you about to do with that suit?” Tony asked after you had passed him in the hallway with a basket of laundry, your suit mixed in with your clothes.
“I’m going to wash it...” You said, scrunching up your face as if Tony was being stupid. To be fair it was a stupid question even if the man had probably never done his own laundry before.
“You....” Tony started chuckling, bringing a hand to his face, his laughing getting louder. “Wait you wash your suit?” He gasped out as his chuckles had turned into full blown laughter.
You felt a little defensive and hit Tony’s shoulder with yours as you passed him.
“What’s wrong with you.” You said under your breath.
“Wait, wait, y/n, I’m sorry it’s just-” Tony finally calmed his laughing down to little chuckles and giggles here and there. “The suit is made of nano tech.”
“Ok?” You rearranged the basket to your hip, stopping in the hallway.
“Nano tech doesn’t necessarily get dirty, the way it works is that it’s...” Tony looked up at the ceiling trying to say this in a way you’d understand. Finally deciding he looked back at you serious. “Think of it as skin, you know skin generally falls off and goes through mitosis right?”
“Well it’s like that, skin usually regenerates every 3 to 7 days if you were to get a cut or something, nano tech is a bit faster than that though, so it actually cleans itself, you don’t have to wash it....”
You stood there, both of you, in silence looking at each other before you went off like a bomb,
“Tony, I’ve been washing this suit for MONTHS and you’re just telling me this?”
Tony started laughing again, almost wheezing.
“Do you know how hard it is to get this shit dry, I have spent HOURS-Oh my God I’m literally going to kill you Tony!” You said dropping the basket and chasing Tony down the hallway, his laughter echoing in the hallway.
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Light of Love: Chapter 6
Fire Captain/Single dad Steve Rogers still mourns the death of his wife, Peggy. Their 5 year old son, James, a constant reminder of what once was. A chance encounter with former girlfriend Y/N might just change everything- now married to Detective Brock Rumlow, and desperately unhappy, can the two mend each others broken pieces, or will their fractured past tear them apart once more?
Title taken by the song of the same name by Florence + the Machine
Swearing, Violence, themes of domestic violence, themes of sexual assault, mentions of a miscarriage, pregnancy/labour, cheating, but also not?? smut in later parts, fluff, hurt & comfort, angst @ its finest, minor character death, slow burn with a fractured past, so some past fluff?? steve is kind of a dickhead, but peggy is worse. nat is a good friend, and bucky the best. oh, and brock is DEFINITELY the worst
Chapter warnings; threat, angst, swearing, allusions to abuse
“Steve?” Y/N looked up shocked; her eyes wide and frightful as she stared at the man in front of her; Steve’s expression softening as he looked at her- his chest tightening with the familiar warmth he had whenever she was near, one that had never been replicated with anybody else- a warmth he was sure would only ever be reserved for her.
Y/N sank behind the officers in front her as the passed, trying to make herself as small as possible; eyes flickering around the room for an escape exit, listening as the station buzzed with commotion. She realised quickly that there was no way out- Brock’s words from earlier that day ringing in her ears, 'You keep your fucking head down. You don’t speak to him or any of those fucking cunts you call friends, do you hear me? That part of your life is gone- it’s dead; and you’ll find yourself and anybody else tied up to your pathetic little past in the same position if you disobey that. Do you hear me, sweetheart.”
Y/N’s nerves only began to increase as the crowd continued to part, she felt more visible now than she ever had- her eyes locking with Steve’s once again before she spoke,
“Steve- what are you- why are you here, I-“
“I came to drop off the report, hey, Bucky is here, do you- d’you wanna see him? I’m sure he’d love to-“
“No.” Y/N interjected, voice raised in alarm as she continued to think over Brock’s words, her voice returning to its normal tone as she spoke again, “I’ve got some paperwork to deal with- I can’t-“
“Y/N?” Bucky’s voice sounded from behind Steve; his body turning to look at him as Y/N stared ahead; eyes wide in uncertain fear as she watched Brock leave his office from behind them; his gaze boring into hers as she shuffled past both Steve and Bucky.
Bucky reached out to take her arm, a soft grip at the fabric of her jacket; both Steve and Bucky noting the way she flinched ever so slightly, “Doll? Hey, it’s me,” Bucky smiled sadly; the smile not reaching his eyes as he stared solemnly at his former best friend, “Y/N? Doll-“
Y/N snatched her arm from his grip; swallowing as her heart began to pound; she couldn’t put either of them at risk- for she knew the implications of her actions well,
“I can’t stop and talk, Buck. Not now. It was nice to see you, but I really have to go.” She whispered, eyes filling with tears once more as she stole a glance at Steve; heart clenching painfully as she mourned the life she once had.
Steve faltered in his step; his eyes boring into Y/N as he locked eyes with hers again for only the second time in five years; memories of the last time they spoke filtering through his mind; memories of the tender yet guarded goodbye shared before she parted- secrets kept hidden away under lock and key; never to be shared, for the consequences would be too heavy to bare.
“I’ll see you around,” Y/N mused; fingers wiping away the onset of tears quickly before she turned. Her pace slow; nervous as she walked towards Brock. Tears began to fall as Y/N tried desperately not to look at him, flinching as his fingers came to grip her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his, a forced kissed pressed to lips; the grip on her chin bruising,
Steve stood rigid; muscles tight as he watched the exchange- his chest tightening as he looked at the expression on Y/N’s face. The bright spark she once held now almost completely dimmed as she forced a smile towards Brock, body slipping past his as she darted into his office. Brock turned to face Steve, a smug smile covering his face as he brushed a thumb over his lips before he followed Y/N into the office.
Steve turned; stalking towards the exit as he pushed the doors open, breathing in the fresh air as his nostrils began to flare; Bucky following him as both their angers began to spike,
“I’ll kill him.” Steve murmured,
Bucky ignored the statement; his own anger bubbling beneath the surface at the exchange he had just watched; the sparkle behind his best friend’s eyes dimming as she fell suit to the conformities of her new life- scared and vulnerable in the depths of waters she had no chance at swimming in.
“What did he mean back there, Steve? Why aren’t you in a position to be making threats, punk?” Bucky asked, hand clamping over his shoulder.
Steve only sighed, “Didn’t mean a damn think, Buck. Just an empty threat.”
“You’re a shit liar, Steve, you know that?”
Steve too ignored the statement; his mind whirring with an onslaught of thoughts,
“He ever touches her like that again, an’ I’ll kill him. She’s too far gone, Buck. And I don’t know if I can get her back this time.”
Bucky nodded, tugging Steve around to face him before speaking, “The lights almost completely gone Steve, but we’re with her, right? Until the end of the line- you can fix it. We gotta bring her back.”
“I never wanted to let her go Buck- but I promise you, I didn’t have a choice. I didn’t have a god damned choice.”
“But you’ve got a choice now, pal. It’s about time you made the right one-“
“Only thing I’ve ever done right in my life is love her, pal.”
Through heartache and pain, Y/N and Steve had tuck together. Through laughter and light, they had been together; never one without the other, always seemingly stuck by each other’s side; laughing together when they were happy until their cheeks burned and bellies ached. Crying together when tragedy and sadness struck; arms encircling one another, desperate for the need of one another’s warmth. They’d been angry at each other too; raised voices, eyes ablaze, hands shaking and bodies trembling as the volatility took hold.
By age sixteen, Steve had decided that facing the motions of life with Y/N was something he enjoyed- he realised that he couldn’t face the thought of facing life without her; it dawned on him suddenly, crashing into him like a tidal wave, and suddenly the thought of her not being a constant part of his life scared him entirely.
“Buck? you seen Y/N anywhere?” Steve asked Bucky as he passed by,
“Her and Nat have run off together somewhere,” Bucky replied, “Why? Something up, punk?”
Steve sighed, eyes lolling closed for a brief second before he blew out a breath, “think I love her,”
Bucky laughed, hand clapping down on Steve’s back as he spoke, “We all know that, pal. Go tell her before that new boy at school does. Done nothing but give her the eyes for the last few weeks.” Bucky taunted lightly,
Steve growled, pulling on his coat as he darted out the door, not caring as it slammed shut behind him; nor did he care as Winnie wrenched it back open seconds later to scream after him,
“HOW MANY MORE TIMES? DON’T GO SLAMMING MY BLOODY DOOR!”
“SORRY WINNIE!” He hollered back.
Bucky chuckled in amusement as his Mom sauntered back through to the sitting room, muttering a string of curses under her breath as she did,
“What in the bloody hell could be so important that he left running like a bull in a bloody china shop?”
Bucky smiled, “Gonna go and tell Y/N that he loves her, Mom.”
Winnie let out a sigh of relief, a smile adorning her features as she laughed lightly, pulling Bucky into a hug as she did, “bout bloody time.”
Steve ventured down by the lake, knowing that Y/N and Nat would have stolen a bottle of rum from Nat’s dad, and that by hiding down by the lake they were convinced nobody could see them, (they were wrong, but nobody wanted to burst the bubble of teenage rebellion for them).
Steve crept up behind them both, coming to stand a tree as he heard Nat speak up,
“When are you two gonna stop dancing around each other and admit that you’re in love? Because if you don’t, I might have to kick it out of the pair of you,”
Y/N giggled, “Natalia, the tone you used just then was just like your Mother, you know that? And you know Steve doesn’t like me, like that.”
Nat rolled her eyes, taking the bottle of rum form Y/N before taking a swig, arms bending so she could lean back, “You’re so fucking blind,”
Steve took the moment to make his presence known, whistling once before walking towards the two girls. Y/N smiled, coming to stand before flinging herself at him, laughing as she did,
“Hi, Stevie” She whispered, eyes sparkling in complete adoration for the boy in front of her. Steve clung to her, nose coming to settle against her head as he smelt her hair.
Nat gagged dramatically behind them, standing with the half empty bottle of rum before circling up next to them. Steve rolled his eyes, pulling Y/N into his side as she laughed,
“Don’t mind me,” Nat exhaled, “I’m going back home, the thought of watching you two is making me nauseous.”
Y/N blushed; her full face turning a bright colour of crimson as she hid her face behind her hair, watching as Nat left. Steve only snorted, turning back round to face Y/N, smiling lightly as he saw her blush.
“You know I heard what Nat said,” Steve whispered, blushing too as he spoke,
Y/N’s head snapped up, lips smacking together, heart pounding, “You just gotta ignore her, Stevie, you know what she’s like-“
Steve began to shake his head, “What if she’s right though? What if I do- What if we love each other and we’re both being stupid and not saying anything because we’re scared.”
Y/N blinked up at him, head tilting as she spoke, “Steve, wha-“
“I love you.” Steve stated, smile covering his face as he said it,
Y/N looked up at him in complete awe; eyes swimming in a mixture of surprise and pure adoration, “I love you too,” she whispered.
Suddenly they were both aware of just how close they were; the air seemingly changing- Steve’s eyes travelled down to Y/N’s lips, watching as she pulled the bottom lip between her teeth; his head leaning down to capture her lips, both smiling into the kiss as their lips met, the pair pulling away as a shout broke out,
“I FUCKING KNEW IT!”
Steve groaned, moving away from Y/N before running in the direction of the voice,
“NATALIA, THATS RIGHT- RUN, GO ON-“
“STEVIE AND Y/N, SITTING IN A TREE-“
Y/N watched on amused as Steve chased after Nat; finger tips coming up to brush over her lips; the kiss still burning. She smiled. Steve loved her; she loved him, and she was sure she always would. Through thick and thin, and everything in between; no matter the time or place, or the distance in-between . Forever.
Will Steve do the right thing, or will the right thing only backfire? What are we all thinking?!
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Burn XVI (Stark!Reader)
XVI: Standing on the Sun
Fandom: Marvel (MCU)
Prompt/Summary: True love comes in many forms.
Pairing(s): Peter Parker x Stark!reader, Tony Stark x daughter!reader
Three weeks later and things were better. You had gone back to New York with the team just in time for Peter’s graduation. Even though the whole team wanted to be there Peter decided that he didn’t need a spectacle and in the end, his girlfriend and mentor would be the only ones attending while the rest set up for a surprise party later.
Girlfriend. You couldn’t get over how nice that sounded. As you stood in front of the mirror in Peter’s favorite multicolored sundress you smiled.
It was off the shoulder hugged your body perfectly and ended just above your knee in a ruffled hem. You left your makeup light on account of the heat and pulled your hair back in a curly bun with a few curls framing your face and your edges expertly laid.
You absentmindedly brushed the scar on the back of your neck. It brought back all kinds of horrors that you had to push aside. That was something for therapy.
As you were spritzing perfume on yourself there was a knock at your door.
“Y/N you ready? Car’s running,” your dad called from the other side of the door.
“Yeah,” you replied and opened the door to face your father dressed neatly in a blue button-down, pants, sneakers, and his signature glasses, “Handsome,” you told him simply hooking your arm around his and beginning to walk down the hall towards the elevators.
“Beautiful,” he replied and you reached the entrance in no time, the doors open and waiting.
You got to Peter’s school in no time having left early enough to evade the worst of the traffic. The ceremony itself was swift, the graduating class was small but to your surprise, as you and your father were waiting with the other families outside for the graduates you felt a light tap on your shoulder.
Confused, you turned around only to be met with the beaming smile of your favorite Princess.
“Shuri?!” You asked incredulously.
“Y/N! I’ve missed you how are you?” She asked pulling you into a hug which you gratefully accepted.
“I’m good! What are you doing here?” You asked pulling back, still a little shocked.
“Well, it just so happens that someone I am seeing is graduating today as well,” she smiled and wiggled her eyebrows at you.
You tilted your head in question but before she could answer you heard her name being called. You both turned around at the sound to see MJ practically running towards her.
Shuri opened her arms and instead of a hug, MJ planted a sweet kiss on her lips.
You were shocked, you put your hands on your hips and glared playfully as they pulled away.
“So neither of you were planning to tell me about this?” You questioned and they just smiled at you, threading their hands together.
“Oh you would’ve figured it out at the party later,” Shuri giggled, leaning into MJ’s side. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your excited smile.
“I think it’s sweet, you guys are a great match,” Tony spoke up, smiling at the two young ladies
“Thanks, Stark,” Shuri said and MJ nodded in agreement, she’d never admit it but the man still made her nervous.
“Shuri, my mom wants us to take pictures before we leave,” MJ said and her girlfriend nodded.
“No problem, see you guys at the party later,” Shuri spoke.
“Bye guys,” MJ waved and they both walked away, giddy as ever.
You and your father both waved back.
“Wow they’re so cute together,” you told him and he hummed in agreement. “Speaking of cute, where is my boyfriend?”
“Gross Y/N,” he replied but began looking around regardless.
“Found him, Hap and May got to him first,” he said pointing to the trio.
The excitement you felt just from seeing the back of his head was almost too much, you practically sprinted and threw your arms around him. He jumped slightly at the contact as you pressed yourself against his back.
“Congratulations Peter!” He turned around in your arms and smiled down at you.
“Thank you, Y/N,” he beamed and cupped your face in his hands, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
“Hey, don’t hog the graduate,” Your father complained and you rolled your eyes before releasing him.
Your father was quick to give Peter a hug as he walked up to him, “Congrats kid. Allow me to be the first—”
May cleared her throat.
“Second,” Tony tried again.
Happy silently shook his head in response.
“Fine third you a graduation present,” he finally finished.
With that, he fished a set of keys out from his pocket and handed them to Peter.
“Is this...” Peter began but was slightly stunned into silence.
“Yup, the Spyder with a few Stark modifications, enjoy it,” he smiled.
“Wow, thank you so much, Mr. Stark,” Peter gave your father another big hug which also knocked the man over.
“Wanna take it for a test drive?” You offered.
Peter nodded excitedly and you handed your own keys over to Tony before taking your boyfriend's hand.
“We’ll meet you guys at the tower!” You called over your shoulder as you waved goodbye to the group.
When you were both out of earshot May spoke absentmindedly to the two men.
“I can’t wait to plan their wedding,” she smiled.
Tony rubbed at his eyes.
When you got to the car Peter was quick to open the door for you and then toss his cap and gown in the trunk before slipping into the driver's seat.
“I think this might be too nice for me, Y/N” he spoke, taking in all the upgrades and sheer beauty of it.
“Please, you deserve this and so much more,” smiled taking his hand, prompting him to look in your eyes and smile back.
He took the hand that was on the steering wheel and expertly avoided your low bun to place his hand on the back of your neck to bring you in for a slow, loving kiss.
Once again you thought about how much you loved him, how perfect everything felt when you were together. It was like every single star is the sky aligned just to shine on the two of you.
Just before things get too heated you place your hand on his chest and push him back slightly, resting your forehead on his.
“As much as I’d love to christen your new car, we should get back to the tower. No reason to keep them waiting,” you smirked.
Peter gave a dramatic sigh and sat back in his seat, “Fine~ I guess this is what I get for having the girl everybody wants,” he said starting the car.
“But don’t forget she only has eyes for you,” you have the back of his hand a kiss as he pulled out of the lot.
“And I for her,” he smiled.
Once the two of you got back to the tower you had to try you best to force Peter to avoid looking for the others. Nat had texted you on the way that they weren’t quite done with everything and you were tasked with distracting him.
And distract him you did.
Under the guise of your feet hurting from hours spent in the low heels, you were wearing. Peter looked skeptical but followed you to your room to grab a pair of slides nonetheless. Only, he questioned you further when you had him walk in first and then you locked the door behind yourself.
“Everything alright, Y/N?” He asked, but still kicked off his own shoes before relaxing on the giant bean bag chair beside the bed.
You turned around slowly, keeping your hands behind your back as you leaned against the door kicking off your heels and staring at him. Gosh, everything about him is perfect, you thought. He tilted his head to the side and you walked to him slowly. When you reached arm's length he sat up slightly and held your hips and smiled up at you.
“What is it, babe?”
You carded one hand through his hair and leaned down to capture his lips in a short kiss. Your words were a whisper against his lips.
“You’re so pretty.”
Without a second's hesitation, Peter was laughing at your omission. It took no effort for him to pull you down onto him, across his lap. You let out your own giggle at his antics.
“All these theatrics because you think I’m pretty?” The skepticism was back in his voice and it made you roll your eyes.
“Is it such a crime to think my boyfriend is pretty?” You pouted.
“No, as long as you don’t forget how gorgeous you are.” Peter looked you up and down .”Especially in this dress. Do you know how hard it was to hold back when I saw you wearing this in the bleachers?”
“I was hoping you’d like it,” you grinned.
“Like it? I absolutely love it.” As if to prove this point he left a trail of kisses from shoulder to shoulder before going up your neck and leaving several more in his wake. It wasn’t long before his lips found your own and you were sharing a passionate kiss.
Your arms locked around his neck, fingers slipping through his hair again and tugging slightly even so often. Meanwhile, Peter had one hand locked around your waist, keeping him firmly against him while the other trailed slowly up your back. You could feel him beginning to tug at your zipper when a knock interrupted. The two of you halted. Breathing heavily as whoever it was stood outside silently for a few seconds.
“Yeah?” You called, almost breathless.
“We’re about to eat if you guys wanna, y’know join us,” Natasha spoke and from her tone, you could tell you were in trouble.
You glanced at Peter and the two of you shared a silent laugh.
“We’ll be right there!”
After straightening yourselves out and slipping on spare slides and sneakers, respectfully you grabbed Peter’s hand and led him towards the elevator.
“We’re not eating here?” He asked.
“Oh, we are.” You replied and hit the button for the roof as you got it.
“Y/N what are we—“
You pressed a finger to his lips. “Shh, all will be revealed, my love.”
Peter only rolled his eyes before licking your finger and you recoiled.
“Gross!” You exclaimed
“Oh really? Well just wait until—“
But his words were cut off once again as the elevator reached its destination.
A shout of “Surprise!” Rang out from everyone on the rooftop which had been decorated with the utmost care as a ‘Congratulations Peter’ banner hovered over the crowd in red and blue. Everyone was there, all the Avengers, MJ and Ned, Strange and even Shuri. The genuine look of surprise and joy on Peter’s face was enough to have you praying that DUM-E was actually recording like you told it to. If not, it was going to be the new jungle gym for an elementary school.
As Peter gave his greets and thanks to his guests you drifted over towards your mom who was holding a sleeping Morgan in her arms.
“You two look happy,” She smiled.
You couldn’t help the grin that took over your features. “We are, we really really are.”
Pepper took a sip of her drink. “I hope you’re using protection, Morgan and I are a little too young to be grandma and niece.”
You sputtered at that, grateful that you didn't have a drink in your hand.
“I’m just saying. Maybe next time,” she gestured to her own neck, “cover-up.” She winked.
You gasped and coved your neck quick as lightning, “I’m gonna kill him.”
“Here’s your chance.” She winked before walking off under the guise of wanting to put your sister down.
You felt Peter before you saw him, an arm wrapped around your waist and his lips kissed your temple. You wanted to be annoyed but you leaned in on instinct instead.
“I’m gonna kill you, Parker,” you spoke but your threat was weak.
“Whoa, and here I was about to thank you for this wonderful surprise,” he pouted, moving in front of you and placing both hands on your waist. The two of you were near the edge of the roof while the others were towards the center giving you a feeling of pseudo privacy.
“Well you’re welcome but our entrance would have been much better if it wasn’t for this.” You pointed accusingly at your neck and he squinted. You swatted at his chest at his antics.
“Ah, what? It’s really not that bad,” He leaned in close to whisper in your ear, “I could have done a lot more damage.”
You shivered even though at sunset it was still almost eighty degrees, Peter wasn’t playing fair and he knew it.
You whispered back. “Well, maybe next time you do it so I can enjoy I.” To accentuate your point you left a kiss just below his ear, heating your body up just enough to get a reaction out of him.
Peter groaned and his grip on your waist tightened as he placed his forehead against yours and smiled.
“I will. But seriously, thank you for all of this. I couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend,” his voice was still quiet, like it was a secret just between the two of you.
You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Have I told you how much I love hearing you call me that?”
“Well how about I change that?”
You were confused as Peter removed one hand to fish around in his pocket. He took a hand step back from you and you let your arms fall back to your sides. He finally pulled out a blue velvet box and slowly opened the lid. You were met with a beautiful platinum ring with a gemstone — your birthstone — nestled beside Peter’s birthstone, peridot. You could feel the tears welling in your eyes.
“Peter is this…?”
“It’s not a formal engagement but it is most certainly a promise. We’ve been through a lot these last few years and I realized that the reason I got through any of it without you by my side. And when we’re ready I want to make this an engagement ring.” He explained and there was so much emotion in his eyes you wondered if he would cry too. “So what do you say?”
“I love it, god, I love you,” You spoke and that was enough for him to push the box back in his pocket and place the ring on your finger. It was a perfect fit and you couldn’t help but stare at it for a few moments before you looked back at the love of your life.
“I love you too, Y/N. More than you know.” And with that, he pulled you into a loving kiss that probably would have gone on for too long if it wasn’t for the cheers and shouts behind you.
You turned around and hugged Peter around the middle, the two of you laughed at your friends and family together and you couldn't help be bask in this feeling of love and peace.
With Peter by your side, you knew anything was possible.
THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE!!! Whether you stuck around or not I am genuinely grateful and I hope you all enjoyed it!!
Much Love - Duckie
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Bucky when you tell him that your trans(ftm)(pre-testosterone so basically before your transitio)
•when you told him you was Trans he was confused what that mean cause in the 40‘s they didnt talk about that
•when you explained it to him he said that it was ok and he will always support you
•when you tell him after a long hug cause you didn’t expect him to accept the fact that you‘re Trans you Tell him that you also wanna change your name to (your name) he said he tried as hard as he can to call you that and that you should correct him everytime he said your old name
•after you said to him that he was the first one who knows he was rlly happy
•he want to help you to come out to the other avengers
•also he want to go shopping with you when you came out to the others and get a haircut
• after you came out to the others Tony called the best doctor he could find and make a meting for top surgery and things like that
•Steve, Nat, Wanda and Thor want to go shopping with you and Bucky
•meanwhile Peter, Bruce, Sam and Pietro plan a coming out Party with Tony
@dean-and-bucky-are-bi here im rlly sry it’s rlly bad but I tried
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Y/n: Tony! Tony! Look! *points at steve removing his mask/helmet* you see that?
Tony: umm what exactly dear?
Y/n: I have more beard than him! And I'm a girl!
Steve: I don't know if that's something to be proud of...?
Y/n: shut up! It took me *your age* years to grow it!
Tony: *taking every opportunity to disagree with steve* yeah, stfu steven!
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Aeipathy: Chapter Two
Disclaimer: i don’t (unfortunately) own Marvel or any of their characters, plot points, etc. so all right are to them and their our overlord Disney
AN: yeahhhh this one’s a shorty but i promise the next one will be longer and filled with plot and angst and shit so prepare yourselves <3
Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 3.1k
TW: angst, mentions of torture, mentions of murder/arson, HYDRA collectively is a prick
Chapter One is available here!
It claws through my body on all fours. Tearing, ripping, hacking, burning.
Monstrous fangs that sink into the deepest parts of muscle- I can feel it in my bones, the burning.
There is no noise, just the sound of whirring and the unholy screeching of demons in my ears. Faceless demons, demons whose faces have too much detail, demons that stare, demons that scream. Demons, demons, demons.
I have fallen. Fallen from grace. Fallen from…
I am falling.
Something catches me. A savior in blue. Scarlet red smeared across their chest. Blood. My blood- the blood of sinners and saints and bystanders. Of children and ancients and of rich and poor.
There’s white streaked between the red. Piety. Purity. Righteousness. Desperately, I cling to the stark white stripes. Indecipherable mumbles pass my lips as I stare at the white. I beg for purity, to be clean again.
Every time I wake up, it’s always the same.
The immovable weight in my body. The unceasing shivering. The bite of frost. The writhing of filth in my veins. In my nerves. In every fiber of my being. Festering. Growing. Rotting. Corrupting. Remembering.
But why can’t I remember?
All I can remember are the demons. Faceless, nameless but never silent. Always screaming.
Screaming, screaming, screaming.
I cling to the white. The righteousness of my savior. Solidity in turbulence. Silence in cacophony. Purity. Cleanliness. Life.
I cling to life.
But life burns under my fingertips. It shrieks and squirms under my touch- tries to escape. Repelled by my presence, it retracts away from my grasp.
Color retracts into shapes as I take in my surroundings. An almost completely empty room completely made of concrete. A single contraption behind me made of metal. Icy fog slithers out of the open door, hissing and flicking at my ankles.
Words, however, remain blurred. The savior holds me upright- pulls me to my feet. Everything burns and aches. I’m so incredibly cold. Frosted water paints my skin, coats my clothes to my body. A puddle gathers beneath the writhing fog.
This seems familiar.
My eyes turn up towards my savior. The blood-stained guardian. Words fall from their lips, landing on deaf ears.
My body trembles as the cold becomes more vicious with its fangs. The savior turns away and says something. Everything is muffled- faraway and distant and like someone has their hands clamped down over my ears.
“Why am I awake?” I ask, straightening up. Every inch of me quivers while every part of me wishes to stop.
But I was awoken for a purpose. My mission.
And I’ll complete it.
Location: S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters
“Woah, easy, ________,” I mutter, holding her upright. Her eyes wide, they flick around the room. Her hands grip my chest as she shakes violently.
She’s here. She’s alive.
She… she died. Died on that table- how is this…
“Steve,” Tony mutters, holding out a blanket. I take it and start to wrap it around her shoulders.
As her glazed eyes lock with mine, I look over her face. She’s drained of color- blue and white. Her chapped blue lips open and close violently.
Hoarsely, she starts to speak.
But not anything I can understand.
Over and over, she repeats questions with her eyes wide and wary of every moment and movement. My eyes dart over to Tony- who watches ________, his eyebrows furrowed.
That’s what she’s speaking. Russian. And fluently. Extremely well. Why… Why is she…?
“She didn’t… usually speak like this, did she?” Tony asks, gesturing vaguely to her as she continues to shake in my arms. Broken words off a stolen tongue hiss past her lips. She furrows her eyebrows as she looks between the two of us.
“Her files told me she was-” Tony continues.
“She’s… she’s never spoken this before,” I mutter, adjusting my grip under her arms. “Raised in Brooklyn for most’a her life- I dunno why-”
“V chem... moya missiya?” ________ hisses, her voice shaking. I look down and watch her straighten up on unsteady legs. “V chem moya missiya?”
“...why is she…?” Tony mutters, stepping in front of her. He lets his head fall back with a sigh as he taps his leg with his finger. “It’s been a long time, let’s see if I can do this.” Rolling his shoulders back and snapping his neck, he focuses back on ________. “Kto ty?”
________’s head tilts to the side slightly. Her eyebrows furrow further as she glares at him through them. “...Hetaerae. V chem moya missiya?”
Tony sighs and closes his eyes as he speaks. “Ch… chto… ty. Chto ty?”
Her eyes glaze over as she stops shaking, standing upright. “Ya HYDRA.”
“...she’s… She died, Tony. I don’t… I don’t know what else to tell you,” I mutter, looking up from the desk. “She… she died before I even got the serum. I hadn’t even seen Doctor Erskine- Bucky… he hadn’t been shipped off to Europe yet.”
“I may be able to help explain that,” Tony says as he gets to his feet. In his hand is a thick folder filled with papers and photos and notes and scraps of paper. He places it in front of me with a thud. “Apologies- I would opt for the digital version but, uh… you… don’t even know what... that… is.”
“Tony,” I say sharply as I open the folder. He just shrugs and sits down across the table again. The top paper is mostly blacked-out with a few words left untouched. ________’s name. Her age. Her parents and their causes and dates of death. And other words that… don’t make sense. ‘Mistress’. ‘Replication’. ‘Improvement’. ‘Rejected’. ‘Baroness’. ‘Salbei’.
Repeated over and over throughout the sea of black streaks is that word. ‘Hetaerae’. At the very bottom of the page in tiny letters are the words ‘Project Samsara- Hetaerae’. In the corner is a skull with tentacles writhing beneath it. ‘HYDRA’ is written along the curve of the skull.
My stomach churns. If HYDRA really is behind this then...
I start tearing into the folder. Photos of the various angles of the steel container from when I woke up. Under it is a handwritten note. ‘Cryo-container; Vrsn: Hetaerae’.
Another photo- this one of a chair. On the armrests and legs are cuffs, along with another one on the back of the chair. Something metal comes around the chair. It juts off the side of a machine and looms over it like an archway. A note is written over the photo. ‘Neck brace may prematurely terminate subject. Issue logged during first programming session’.
Another blacked-out stack of papers. The same words are repeated over and over again. ‘Hetaerae’, ‘Baroness’, ‘Samsara’, ‘Salbei’, ‘HYDRA’. My fists clench the papers before tossing them to the side. Tony watches in silence.
What the Hell is this? What were they doing- what did ________ have to do with it?
My eyebrows furrow as I manically flip through the papers. Papers fly to the side as I tear through the folder. I can feel myself getting rigid as I near the end.
Nothing. I’ve learned nothing. Not a single goddamn thing. There’s nothing here-
My hands stop as my eyes rest on the last few items. A file not blacked out. It’s completely intact. Nothing scratched, no scribbles, no hasty lines cutting through words. I snatch it and start reading.
Project Samsara; Hetaerae
Subject Name: ________ Bishop
Subject Age: 26
Daughter of Leon Bishop (deceased) and Catherine Chambers (deceased)
Resident of Brooklyn, NY
Attempted pilot training
Worked under Doctor Akin Nachtnebel- HYDRA researcher
Personal friend of Captain Steven G. Rogers, Sergeant James B. Barnes, political activist Odessa Lily Mae Ababio
Official status: Deceased
Simplified Process Log (see file 178953 for detailed logs):
Body retrieved by HYDRA.
Blood and tissue samples taken.
Heart/respiration rates taken.
Note: Hetaerae seems to be semi-lucid. May require sedation.
Serum incubation complete.
Visible changes in body structure internal and external.
Bone density increased slightly, muscle mass increased, other changes to be tested.
Regen. abilities test positive
Enhanced reflexes test positive
Body modifications test optimal
Note: Hetaerae seemed to negatively respond to pain. Possible weakness. Must train to not respond.
First programming session prematurely terminated. Hetaerae reacted negatively to programming.
Admitted to medical wing.
Near strangulation and bruised trachea.
Removing neck cuff on programming station and attempting again tomorrow.
Programming temporarily successful.
Hetaerae could not recall set of numbers given pre-programming for forty minutes.
Memory wipe testing will continue.
Hetaerae admitted to medical wing for treatment.
Major vocal cord damage.
Damage not irreversible.
Memory wipe testing will continue.
Note: Hetaerae begged for ‘Steve’ and ‘Bucky’ repeatedly during memory wipe. More research needed.
Three guards admitted to medical wing.
Hetaerae had clawed at their eyes, noses, ears, and mouths
Broken nails were taken from guards’ faces.
Admitted samples for research.
Extra-long memory wipe testing done.
Hetaerae will be allowed a day to rest after strenuous session. Cannot allow for subject’s termination.
Hetaerae attempted escape.
Four guards killed. Two more seriously injured.
Must increase security.
Note: Hetaerae lethal before combat training. A promising candidate. Akin, in his paranoia, chose well.
Hetaerae broke free of restraints during memory wipe.
Too exhausted to attempt escape.
Memory wipe has prevented Hetaerae from remembering subject name.
Will begin codeword implantation process tomorrow.
Hetaerae begins Samsara training tomorrow.
Complete memory wipe achieved.
Hetaerae is the only thing within subject.
Samsara training complete.
Winter Soldier co-training complete.
Complete memory wipe complete.
Codeword implantation complete.
Hetaerae to be placed in cryo to await orders.
HYDRA status: Active. Ready for use.
“Look at her track record,” Tony mutters, sliding a thick wad of papers over to me. Turning away, I shake my head. “...fine. I’ll read it for you.” He huffs, flipping through the various pages. “Uh… her first mission was to…” he scoffs, “To take out a mid-level politician that had apparently laid his eyes on something he shouldn’t have. ‘Mission: success, target: terminated’.”
“Tony…” I warn quietly, my shoulders getting tenser with each word.
“A few missions later, she’s retrieving lab samples and… and destroying the lab... Fourteen people killed. ‘Mission: success, targets: terminated’.”
“I’m skimmin’ here, Cap, but listen- an orphanage in Saint Petersburg, a… a couple in Prague, a woman in Athens, a man in Cairo...” Tony continues skimming through the pages. “‘Mission: success, target: terminated’, ‘Mission: success, target: terminated’, ‘Mission: success, target: terminated’-”
“Enough!” I snap, turning to look at him.
Tony sighs and puts the papers down. Running a hand down his face, he purses his lips. “Dunno how else t’tell ya this, Cap- she’s dangerous. She has killed hundreds of people. She can speak seven languages, she can infiltrate a political atmosphere and topple it, she can... camouflage in any… social situation, she has a perfect kill record... Whoever she was before-”
“She’s still in there,” I cut in. “She’s still in there.”
Tony rolls his eyes. “Are… are you not... hearing what I’m telling you?” He gestures to the original folder. “They laid into her for… ten years. Subjected her to torture. Wiped her slate clean. Whatever was in there, pal, it’s long gone.”
A huff leaves my lips. “...you don’t know what she was like,” I mumble coldly, reminiscing over what it was like to live with her, to live with her at my side like I was at hers. “She was… the most... hard-headed… stubborn dame I’d ever met. And strong, too.”
“She’s still in there, Tony,” I snap, my eyes flicking up to him. “She’s strong.”
“Good morning.” I say, waving at ________ as she sits on the chair. Her breathing is steady, eyes trained on the opposite side of the room. Her wrists are handcuffed to the armests- the same with her ankles. They clink slightly as she breathes.
The room is completely empty except for another chair across from hers. My shield lays against the chair- ‘a precaution’ Fury called it.
‘A threat’ is what I would call it.
I step further into the room and sit down on the chair. With glazed eyes, she watches me. “Are… those too tight?” I ask, gesturing to the cuffs.
She says nothing. Only blinks in response.
She… she looks so empty.
Her face was always glowing, her smile illuminating the clinic when Buck and I would walk in to bring her lunch or just to bug her. Letters would flood in every now and then from past patients or their families, thanking her for her patience and kindness. She would keep them all in a shoebox under her bed.
And her hands. She would wrap bandages around my wounds with care. She’d always tell me to not get it in my head to fight again… and then ask where the punks lived so she could ‘pay them a visit’. Her hands were always feather-soft when checking every injury’s progress.
Now they look… darker. Not in color but just… darker.
Did she know what she was doing when she killed those people?
________ shifts slightly, the sound of the handcuffs pulling me out of my head. I clear my throat and straighten up. “...do you know who I am?” I ask quietly.
“Do you know who you are?”
“Haetarae.” She answers, eyes still glazed.
“Do you… do you know who you actually are?”
________’s eyes narrow for just a moment. “...HYDRA.”
“No. No,” I mutter, pointing to my chest. “...do you know who I am?”
“Steve. I’m Stevie. We… we grew up in Brooklyn together. With Bucky. We, um… Buck ‘nd I, we helped you out of a fight when you were thirteen. That’s how we met… you… remember that…?”
She blinks, eyes scanning over me.
Getting up from my seat, I reach into my pocket and tug a photo of the three of us out of my pocket. It was taken after she had gotten her nursing credentials. We had gone out dancing, just the three of us. We found someone willing to take our photo. A smile crosses my lips as I look down at it.
Colors start to fade into the black and white photo. Every detail is so crisp. ________’s chin is resting on my head as she stands behind me- a bright, red-lipped smile on her face. Her arms are wrapped around my chest as she leans over. Her hair is done perfectly- up with roses in her hair. Neat and tidy like she practiced. The skirt of her dress is the same shade of red as her lips. Black dots pattern the fabric of the skirt. The bodice was black- matching her heels. Hooked through her elbows was a creme-colored fur boa.
Bucky’s got his arm around her waist and he ducks down to my level. He holds a pressed black suit, wearing a red undershirt. His suit jacket is hung over his shoulder with his undershirt’s sleeves rolled up. I remember him shining his shoes that day while ________ meticulously placed roses in her hair. Bucky had sewn and hemmed my pants with pride. ‘It’s a special day, punk’, he mumbled with the needle between his lips, ‘can’t have ya trippin’ on your pant legs.’
She shifts again and I’m pulled right back into now. ________ sits in front of me. No smile, no roses, no brightness. And Bucky… Bucky’s dead and gone. Lost a long, long time ago. Slowly, I hold out the photo. “...see?” I mumble, “That’s me… before I… had a growth spurt. And that’s Buck.”
I look up to her. She’s focused on the photo, eyes slightly squinted and head tilted to the side just barely. “...Buck ‘nd you,” I laugh quietly. “He… he was… so crazy about you. He just… never realised it.”
The door behind us cracks open. Her body snaps tightly, eyes back to glazed. Tony peeks his head into the room and tilts it back. “Eyepatch wants you.”
I sigh. Looking back at ________, I tuck the photo into her hand. Slowly, her fingers wrap around it delicately. I nod once and start out of the room. As the door swings shut, I spare one last look. ________ looks down at the photo, her head slightly tilting once more.
“It may be our only option,” Fury sighs. “She’s unpredictable at best.”
“She’s still in there- if I can just… keep talking with her-”
“That is out of the question,” he says firmly, eye flicking up to me. “...you’re too close on this one, Rogers. I’m making the executive decision to-”
Lights start to flash overhead- red and screaming. A wailing buzz rips out of the hallway as the red light bathes us in scarlet. The door slams open, Tony standing in the doorway, panting. Fury slowly gets out of his seat, eye wide.
“She… She got out,” Tony mutters, gesturing outside.
My body launches forward as I run into the hallway. People are running, an anxious chatter swarming around them as they pass just in front of me. As I push into the main hallway, elbows and chests are thrown into me. Flicking to each person, my eyes catch the room where ________ was held. The door is almost completely torn off the hinges- the wood cracked at the handle.
I start to push through the sea of people. Like water, they throw themselves against me- eager to leave the building and get the hell out of harm’s way. But as I make my way to the door and push out the other side of the tempest, I can see the dangling cuffs still hanging around the armrests.
My fingers graze the splintering wood door, tracing the ridges of where her fingers had dug into the wood- leaving grooves in the shape of her hand. The hinges look relatively new as they hang lifelessly off the wall. The debris littering the floor is kicked around, leaving a partial trail down the hallway. I follow with a solid grip on my shield.
“________?” I hiss, looking around the empty hallway. Everything is dimmed by the red lights and the screaming of the alarms haven’t stopped. “________!”
I round a corner and every adrenaline-fueled tension melts away. At the very end of the hallway is a floor-to-ceiling window. Broken glass lays at the base of a gaping hole.
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How would avengers be with a son
Avengers x Platonic!Male!reader
Avengers x Son!reader
Marvel Preferences: How They Would Be As A Father
Steve is sweet and loving, and (over)protective of you, and wants to spend every moment of you since he always wanted to have a family. However, he can be strict when he needs to be, showing you discipline and won't hestitate to scold you if you do anything you're not supossed to be doing or if you're rebellious. God help the person who becomes your next boyfriend
At first, Bucky was scared because he thought he would end up hurting you. However, over time, the more he saw you, the more you reminded him of something he wants to protect - your childhood, your innocence, your life. He doesn't want any of that taken away from you like how it was taken away from him, and wants to give you everything. He is still a little scared, but he puts that aside for your sake, and does warm up to you, and how you're the one who taught him so many things and a reason to keep going.
Tony is pretty chill and spoils you, but you'll probably have to drag him out of his lab since he works alot, sometimes leaving you alone. He does apologise that he's not giving you the attention you need, and that he will do better for the both of you.
He's protective of you and shows them some of his inventions and makes an suit for you and will definitely teach you how hack...Which Rhodey claimed was a bad idea.
Rhodey may kick his ass if he makes you upset.
Sam is pretty chill and jokes around alot. He does take breaks from his hero job to spend time with you and shows you Redwing and teases you about teaching you how to use it in the future. When you were little, he did pick you up and pretend that you were flying, and he calls you his little bird.
He's not afraid to be stern with you if you're put in danger or warning you about your safety.
You're Cassie's older brother and WOO they love you so much. You know your dad is away so you normally babysit Cassie, and she just looks up to you and looks to you for comfort as you tell her funny stories about you and Scott.
Of course Scott is exicted to see you both and take you to your favorite places or places you've always wanted to visit to make it up to you. He does admit how proud he is of you for taking care of your little sister and how his world lights up back again whenever he sees you both.
Peter is sweet and loving with you and just wants to give you the best life that he can and always wanting to be there for you. There would be times where he would tell you that he won't be going anywhere soon, possibly referencing back to how he lost his parents. He tends to keep his whole superhero job a secret because he's scared of getting you involved and hurt.
It hurts him when he has to tell you 'no', knowing he knows that you need to know boundaries, but then ending up giving you what you want later nearly everytime.
Bruce is a little nervous and doesn't know what to do at first, constantly worrying about you. But overtime, he spends more time with you and he can find himself just fully relaxing with you. As soon as he sees your face, all his anger fades away.
He's constantly checking up on you and it can get annoying sometimes.
BONUS: Yes, you are able to tame Hulk and he calls you 'little Hulk' or 'mini Hulk'.
Thor is really loving and sweet, and does anything for you, putting your safety and needs before his own. He also completely spoils you. Thor shows them some of the skills he's learned (but he literally gave you a real sword when you were ten years old). Loki and Steve always tell him that there's certain things you can't learn when you're so young which is something Thor doesn't understand.
He loves going exploring with you, and being a little reckless, and then Loki cringes when you might get some of his recklessness from him.
Loki was both exicted and scared to have a child. Though he was exicted because he finally has someone who he can take care of and love, he is afraid that one day you might see him as a monster and leave him or someone might take you away from him. But you bring out the soft and gentle side of him, though, and you get to see his vulnerable side.
Loki is really protective of you, and anyone who dares to mess with you will...most likely not show up the next day. On the more fun side, the both of you like to prank everyone.
BONUS: When you accidentally see his Jotunn form (frost giant) for the first time, he tries to hide himself from you and wants you to stay away from him because he was scared he might hurt you. However, when you still come closer and tell him that you will love him no matter what form he's in, he ends up crying and just endlessly thanking you, even at the back of the mind he's almost in disbelief.
Pietro is like that one and cool dad. He's all about having fun and just goes around entertaining you. But he still does act immature sometimes ('cause he's Pietro).
BONUS: He does introduce you to Wanda, and she immediately loves you. She will spend time with you, doing activities that her, Pietro, and her parents had done together, such as cooking her favorite dishes, and singing her favorite songs. She always wants to babysit you when Pietro is away, and she's really protective of you.
Jealous Pietro in the background: "Hey, Y/N...who's cooler? Pfft, I am obviously."
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Being Stephen's Son and Dating Tony Headcanons
💲You're Stephen's adopted son and he raised you, and so you also became a sorcerer.
💲Uncle Wong goals (called it).
💲Wong is more strict and distant towards everyone else but then he lowers his guard when he's around you.
💲They're both protective of you (well, especially the cloak).
💲Stephen's cloak just likes to hug you (to Stephen's embarrassment).
💲The Avengers did admit they liked you better since you were more open and chill compared to your dad.
💲You often laughed at Tony who made jokes about your dad, and how you both had the same sense of humor.
💲You planned to keep your relationship with Tony a secret, but it's difficult to hide things from your dad (magic and all).
💲Stephen doesn't know if he should he baffled or embarrassed when he finds out you're dating Tony (no hard feelings).
💲He just thinks as Tony as some arrogant jerk (but then only to roll his eyes and ignore you when you tell Stephen he's just like him but magical).
💲Wong does believe Tony is too much because of his snarky personality but doesn't bicker about it (unlike your dad).
💲Stephen and Tony are just bickering back and forth with each other, especially if your dad sees you with Tony.
💲Stephen warns Tony to stay away from you and Tony calls him your 'crazy magical dad'.
💲Stephen's cloak smacks him if Tony tries to lay a hand on you or if he's seen touching you.
💲Stephen's cloak will get inbetween you and Tony and wrap around you, dragging you away sometimes. (Protective cloak)
💲His cloak also likes to be your blanket and will smack Tony's hand if he tries to cuddle with you (and you can easily just grab the cloak and throw it off you if you want lol).
💲Stephen has to sit and listen to all the reasons why he should let you date Tony (even though he didn't want to).
💲You eventually just decided to keep seeing Tony anyway, to your dad's dismay.
💲Stephen did just learn to accept it, since you still wouldn't listen to him.
💲Stephen does eventually sit down and have a talk with Tony and why you're dating him and what he plans on doing for you, having to hear how much Tony really cares about you.
💲Stephen is finally willing to give Tony a chance but does promise him he will regret it if he hurts you.
💲But he does end up giving him a suspicious look sometimes when he kisses you and tells him not to be too touchy.
💲Stephen does eventually trust Tony to protect you, not really admitting to him but does acknowledge how smart he is on the different ways he can defend you.
💲Wong does check up on you to see if you're okay and if Tony has annoyed you again (only for Stephen to say he might come over there if he did).
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Platonic male reader x bucky
The reader used to train with bucky in Hydra. Making the reader one of the best secret agent(s) in th world. (Think Ethan Hunt & John Wick wrapped into one) The reader is a master at C.Q.C & marksman who has near excellent healing abilities. On a strike in a hydya gulag the reader escapes faking his death. Two years go by while in the reader is living a normal, when Bucky hunts down the reader to bring him onto captain America team.
Pairing: Bucky x platonic!male reader
Warnings: Mentions of violence, mentions of torture, PTSD attack, some fluff, sad Bucky (yes it’s a warning). If I left anything out let me know.
Word Count: 3976
A/N: This was requested by @lunchawx. I really hope this is close to what you were looking for. I know there weren’t many fight scenes in here where the reader could show off their marksmanship, but I tried my best. All mistakes are mine.
I wish I could tell you how my life turned upside down. I can’t though. I don’t remember how I even got to the base in Siberia, or how I came to America. All I know is that this has been my life, and I knew nothing more. I knew nothing more than being a sharpshooter, and a good soldier. I couldn’t remember if I had any family, or what family really was. I was a soldier. That’s it. Nothing more, nothing less.
The person I felt like I could really trust was the one who had been here the longest. He knew the best moves when it came to fighting. It was an honor to train with him. We were a challenge for each other, and I felt that was why we worked well together. We had the same mindset, and knew what had to be done, and just did it. No questions asked.
When we were in Siberia we trained together, and went on missions together. We made the perfect team, and we always found solace in each other’s company. A bit of peace in the midst of the chaos.
There was always one thing that separated the two of us from each other. He was just a soldier who was made into an assassin with new hand to hand combat skills. He was recruited for his military background. I was recruited for my healing abilities. They then turned me into a killing machine, and used my powers for their benefit.
I didn’t see it then, but I see it now, as I look back on my time with the group. HYDRA was nothing more than a place for them to corrupt the easily corrupted. I was one of them. Barnes was too. He said he didn’t really know much about his past, and when he thought he started to fit the pieces together, they took him away. He always came back different. More damaged, and quieter. I never liked it when they took him away. I didn’t like the man who came back right after.
It would take Barnes days to go back to his normal self. The normal self I knew. That only grew worse when we came to America. Mr. Pierce wasn’t the friendliest. I was the only other of the army HYDRA was making that was escorted with Barnes. I didn’t get decent treatment either. I was treated better than Barnes.
One time I remember very distinctly, Barnes was hurt so bad from keeping a mission report from Pierce they asked me to heal him, so they could continue to torture him. It wasn’t fair. I had to heal him, just for him to get hurt again, and have to heal him once more. Over and over again I did this. I had no choice, but I never thought they would hurt me. Not really, but I also couldn’t risk calling their bluff.
“I need you to eliminate someone for me. Once he’s dead you can be free. Free from all of this. No more killing.” Pierce promised Barnes as he prepared him for this mission.
“If he does this, we’ll be free to leave?” I asked, not trusting a word he was saying.
“Oh he will be free to go, but you, on the other hand, aren’t going anywhere. We could use someone with your abilities. Not only are you trained like the Winter Soldier, but you have more to add to our little group than he does. He has been a gift to mankind, but you will be the greatest gift known in the history of mankind.”
“So Barnes will be free, but I won’t?”
“There must always be sacrifices made.”
“As long as he gets to go free, I will make that sacrifice.”
“Y/l/n, you can’t do that for me. You deserve your freedom too.”
“I won’t get my freedom till I’m dead. I’m sorry Barnes. It’s the way the world turns.”
Barnes looks down with a sad look in his eyes. I knew this conversation would cost him a great deal of torture. Pierce needed him sharp and ready to kill, not all mopey and emotional.
“Prep him.” Pierce spoke.
“Yes sir.” One of the scientists answered.
They took Barnes away, and I felt responsible for that. The S.H.I.E.L.D. Strike crew came in and had me wear a disguise to make sure that launch day for project insight went according to plan. I just hoped that Barnes would be okay, and he would finally be free. Get away from all this fighting and blood shed. Though it was the very thing we had been created to do.
After the assassination of the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., I stayed close and guarded the building. My target was Captain America himself, and all I could say was this was going to be a difficult task, even for me. I watched from one of the balconies to watch for him, when I heard the others over comms say he was headed for the garage, and to shut down the bridge. This was my chance to hit where he least expects it.
I aimed, and waited for him to get in range. One of the jets came out to block his path, and I took my chance to shoot one of his tires, but I took the shot, he jumped onto the jet, and took it down. He took off on foot. I knew I was in for it.
“You had your chance to shoot him, and you missed. Maybe you’re not as good as they say you are.” Rumlow shouted.
“Look, I was aiming for his tire, make him roll and give you time to get him.”
“Next time, you do things our way. Not yours.” He glared at me before walking off.
“Not here! Getting an assignment!” He said, as he walked down the hall disappearing around the corner.
I went to the training room and waited for him. He eventually showed up, but I knew that he was going to be quiet this entire time. There was no use even trying to talk to him. He wouldn’t even acknowledge that I was saying anything. After our training, he walked away, and prepped for his next assignment.
“You okay Barnes?”
He just looked at me, then went back to what he was doing. This wasn’t normal. I knew that what Pierce did to him this time had gone too far.
“Barnes talk to me. At least say something. A word, or sentence, anything to tell me you are still there.”
“I’m here. I have to go.”
He never gave me the cold shoulder like that before. I knew he had to focus, and we would talk later. So I geared up, and followed Rumlow, and his team. We waited till we heard a police dispatch for backup for gunfire near the highway. Our trucks headed out, and arrested Black Widow, Captain America, and some other guy who I had never seen before.
Rumlow tells me to head to the location, and be ready to shoot if things go wrong. I nod and head to the location where we would execute these three felons. I set up my stuff and prepared to aim. Rumlow came into view and signaled to abort the mission. I get down, and we head back to our facility. I walk in, and see that Barnes is fighting one of the scientists. I have only seen him fight back a handful of times. Pierce usually tortured him really bad, so he was mostly well behaved.
Pierce walks in and he doesn’t look very happy, “mission report.” Barnes doesn’t answer, he just has this far off dazed look, “mission report.” When he didn’t get an answer the second time, he slapped Barnes across the face.
“Who was the man on the bridge?” He asked, and he looked so sad.
“You met him earlier on another mission.” Pierce spoke.
“I knew him.” Barnes looked even sadder, knowing that, saying these words, he would be punished.
“Your work has been a gift to mankind, and I need you to do it one more time.” Pierce said sitting down.
“But I knew him.” Barnes gives a sad smile. He knew he was in for it now, and I couldn’t sit and watch this. Barnes needed to get out of this situation, and so did I.
“Sir he’s been out of the ice too long.”
“Then wipe him, and start over.” Pierce ordered.
They strap him in and begin to wipe him, Rumlow motions me to follow him and his men, and we follow Pierce out. We station all over the S.H.I.E.L.D. facility, and make sure that no one disturbs project insight launch. I stick with Rumlow, so he has protection. I could risk getting hurt, but I din;t want the others to risk the same thing. As we heard Captain America over the intercom, we headed to the launching station to initiate an early launch.
The employees gave a little trouble, but it was nothing we couldn’t handle. Especially when they started shooting their guns. Rumlow told me to run to the helicarrier level and shoot anyone who fought the launch. I nodded and headed down. I shot down everyone in my way trying to stop me. That’s when I ran into Barnes. I helped clear him a path to the Captain. I gunned down men, and didn’t miss a single shot. I tossed Barnes a grenade launcher, to shoot down the jets.
Once I knew he was on a good clear path, I went down to meet Rumlow. We headed up to the 41st floor where we were ambushed by the man I had only met a day ago. He started to kick and punch us, but I was quicker than he was, and was able to dodge them. I didn’t know how I was going to get out, and I knew I should have stayed with Barnes, but it was too late for regrets.
I looked out the window and saw that the helicarriers were shooting at each other. I saw one crash into the water, right near the opening of the hanger. Another had completely blown up, and the pieces were everywhere, but the last one was headed right towards us. I ran to try and out run it, but even as a super soldier, that was nearly impossible.
I looked back at Rumlow who was now being crushed by debris. I knew if I needed to make a clean escape I could. I dropped my guns, and the first layer of my clothing, and jumped into the water. The world would now believe I was dead, and I could live in peace. I just hope Barnes got the same treatment.
I was now living in Germany. In a quaint little town outside of Berlin. It was peaceful, and I had no worries in the world. Granted the world did believe I was dead, and assumed I was no longer a threat. I volunteered my spare time to help heal those at a nearby hospital. It wasn;t well funded by the major cities, so getting supplies they needed was difficult. I felt if I could help save some of the people who were suffering from chronic illnesses, then I was doing something right.
HYDRA still haunted my thoughts once and a while, and I just hoped that Barnes was free like I was. I had no way of knowing though. I had no contact with anyone I used to know. That was for the best.
I came home one afternoon, and turned on the international news. There plastered on my screen was Barnes.
“The suspected bomber at the UN meeting in Vienna which has killed Wakandian King T’Chaka, is none other than James Buchanan Barnes, also known as the Winter Soldier.”
His name was James. I only knew him as Sergeant Barnes. It didn’t make sense though why would HYDRA want to kill the king of Wakanda? That didn’t seem like something they would do, and it wasn’t like Barnes to get his face caught on camera. Something wasn’t adding up, and I knew this. Someone was trying to set him up, or drag him out of hiding if he was still alive out there.
There was nothing I could do for my friend. I knew if I decided to track him down, then the whole world would know I was still alive, and try to experiment on me. I had to stay where I was, and just hope that Barnes was going to be okay.
I spent the rest of the day trying to keep my mind occupied. I couldn’t keep thinking that my old friend was in any sort of danger, or that he had resorted to his old ways. I really thought that he was innocent. It wasn’t like him to look directly at a traffic camera. We knew where every traffic camera location was all across the world. It was in our ‘programming’.
The next day I went back to the hospital to visit some patients who were not in critical condition. It was always nice to just sit and talk to them. I was sitting and visiting one of the elderly ladies who was sitting watching the news. I watched with her just talking when I saw a breaking news story pop up saying Steve Rogers, Prince T’Challa of Wakanda, Sam Wilson, and James Barnes were all in custody, and being interrogated at Berlin prison.
I said goodbye to the woman, and walked home. I couldn’t believe that Barnes had been captured, and was now being charged for the bombing in Vienna. Everything was happening so fast, and I was having a hard time processing everything. I ignored my TV the rest of the day, and decided to work in my garden. I was aggressively digging holes to plant new flowers. I had to get my anger and frustration out somehow.
I planted the flowers, and packed in the fresh dirt more aggressively than I meant to. I heard someone coming up the driveway, “I don’t want any visitors today.”
“Is that how you greet an old friend?” The stranger asked.
I thought they were a stranger at least, but the voice sounded so familiar. I looked up, and there he stood. It was Barnes. He could tell I looked like I had seen a ghost, but he had the same look.
“Good to see you’re doing well. It’s a nice place you have here.”
“Thank you. I tried to forget about my past. By the look on your face, much like the rest of the world, you believed I was dead.”
“Yeah. It’s good to see you’re alive old pal.”
“So, where’s the fight.”
Barnes chuckles, “we need your help. Steve wants to help prove my innocence. We’re going back to Siberia.”
“Do you think that’s the best idea, Barnes?”
“It’s Bucky actually.”
“I like that better than Barnes in all honesty. I’m assuming you found your family, or friends?”
“Friend. Steve and I have been friends since we were kids. Which was back in the 20s.”
“Well, if your friend needs help, I’ll gladly help. Especially if it proves your innocence.”
“Just a warning, there is a man out there with our trigger words. He may try it again, and Steve won’t be able to fight both of us off.”
“Good to know. I’m in though. I knew you were innocent the moment I saw the traffic cam footage. You wouldn’t be that careless, and look straight at it.”
“Yeah. I wish everyone else thought about it that way.”
“Steve does, so that has to amount to something right?”
“That’s fair.” Bucky said, looking down slightly.
I give a small smile, and follow him to a little volkswagen. There I see Steve, and Sam sitting in the front. Sam gets out, and let’s me in. Bucky follows in next to me.
“I’m Sam by the way. Not sure we’ve met before.”
“Nice to meet you Sam. I’m Y/n, an old friend of Bucky’s from HYDRA.”
“Good to meet you man.”
“Bucky has told me a lot about you, and your combat skills, Y/n.” Steve spoke up as he began to drive.
“Yeah. I don’t really do that anymore. I mostly use my healing powers. I have been volunteering at the local hospital that doesn’t really get support from the major city for some of the critical patients. Especially those with chronic illnesses like kidney, and liver failure. Those who need transplants. I help heal them. They are so appreciative, and super sweet people. I can’t just sit and not help them.”
“Good to see that you are able to help people, and be beneficial and no one fron HYDRA has found you out.” Bucky chimes in.
“Me too. That was the reason I had to get away. I couldn’t let this power be used for evil. I knew I had to use it for good. I can’t over use it though. I can’t have people coming to me, and completely drain my energy.”
“What you’re doing is amazing. The world could use someone like you.” Steve spoke up.
“That’s what I’m worried about. No one can know. No one. I don’t want to be misused.”
“I won’t let that happen. Once we find this guy, you can go back to the life you’ve been living. No one has to know about what you’ve done, but there comes a price with helping us.”
“I understand. If prison is what comes out of this, then I will be willing to do whatever it takes to make sure that Bucky continues to be a free man.”
“With your help, he will be.”
We get to the airport, and meet up with some of Steve’s other friends. An announcement comes on over the intercom that the airport is being shut down. Steve says something about this being Stark’s doing, and we all split up. Sam, Bucky, and I all go in and wait inside the airport.
The fight quickly begins when a kid dressed in a red and blue onesie broke in through the windows. He knocked Sam down, and went to fight Bucky. He caught Bucky’s fist, then got distracted by his metal arm. That gave Sam the chance to tackle him, and for Bucky and I to run.
The kid came after us, and we went flying through the glass hand railing barrier, and fell down to the lower level. He then sprays webbing at us, keeping us stuck. The kid goes to swing away, but Sam’s little flying drone thing came and carried him away.
“You couldn’t have done that earlier?” Bucky groaned.
“I hate you.” Sam spat back.
We break free, and stand up rushing to the runway where Steve and the others were. The ultimate fight began. I took on one of the guys in the metal suits. Kicking, punching, and pushing him to the ground. I knew that Steve didn’t want anyone to get seriously hurt, but all of my training came flooding back. I couldn’t help but have a fight response in this situation. I wanted Bucky to be free, even if it meant I ended up behind bars. He deserved that much, and I would give anything to make sure he was free.
Bucky and Steve broke through, and were able to get the Quinjet. That left the rest of us to get arrested, and locked in cells in the middle of the ocean at a highly guarded facility. My instincts were still kicking in, and all I knew was that I wanted to break free. Get away from being imprisoned again. I feared that I would be experimented on, and that was the one thing I couldn’t handle. Stark finally, and with a lot of struggle, got me into my cell. I kept ramming into the glass. I felt like a caged animal, and I couldn’t take it.
“Okay, calm down there soldier.” Stark said, trying to get me to stop.
“I’m not a soldier!” I yelled, ramming into the glass more.
“Okay, okay. Just calm down.”
“Y/n, it’s okay. They won’t experiment on you, I promise I won’t let that happen.” I heard Sam say.
“I don’t trust them. I don’t trust people who put others in a glass cell.”
“Y/n, just calm down, and breathe. It’ll be okay. I promise. I’ll make sure Tony doesn’t experiment on you. It’s going to be okay.” Sam spoke softly, and I slowly started to calm down. Having someone like him there to help calm me down. I knew I could trust him because he helped Bucky.
“What’s his problem?” Tony asked Sam.
“He was an experiment for HYDRA with Bucky. He was triggered with the fighting, and his instincts to fight kicked in. How’s Rhodey doing by the way?”
“He’s stable. Probably will be paralyzed. So, he knows where they are going?”
“If you’re trying to get information from me Tony, I won’t spill.” Sam said sternly.
Tony messes with a watch, “We have 90 seconds before they realise it's not their system,” Tony shows a picture of a man dead in a hotel bathroom, “this is the psychiatrist that was supposed to interrogate Barnes. So where were they going?”
“Siberia. Where we were kept and trained for most of the time we were with HYDRA.” I spoke, mostly calmed down.
“Thank you. I will try and fix this. It doesn’t change what he has done, but the Vienna situation wasn’t him. I know that now.” Tony said, walking away.
“Do you believe he really wants Bucky to be free, Sam?”
“I hope so. I hope he helps Steve and Bucky take down the man behind this.”
We sat there in the cells for what felt like to me, years. I had gotten lost in my thoughts, and all I wanted to know was if Bucky was safe. He deserved his freedom, and I hope he got it. I was sitting against the glass when I heard footsteps coming from behind me, “come to take me away too, Stark?”
“I came to set you free. For you to go back to the life you were living before you came to help us.” It was Steve.
I stood up and faced him, “is Bucky safe?”
“He’s safe, and on Wakanda. He went back under just till he got his mind straightened out.”
“Will he get the freedom he deserves?”
“Yes. Once he is stable enough, he will have the freedom he deserves.”
“Good. I don’t blame him for going back under. It’s the safer option. I would have done the same thing if I were him.”
“You’re free too. No one will come and bother you anymore. I will make sure of that.”
“Thank you Steve. You really are a good friend.”
“You are too.” He unlocks the doors for all of us, “enjoy your new found freedom. Enjoy it.”
“If there’s another fight, and you need backup, don't hesitate to reach out. You know where I’ll be.” I reach out and shake his hand.
“Same goes for you pal. I won’t hesitate. We could use someone like you in a fight. Now go and enjoy your freedom. Live a normal life.”
“Thank you again Steve.” I smile and walk out. I take in the air before getting in a helicopter and heading back home. It felt good, and I felt like I had a new look on life, and now I had some new allies that would be useful if the time came for a proper fight.
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Tony: what's something you think about that keeps you awake for hours at night?
Y/n: that one time we had to do word associations in 9th grade and the teacher gave me the word "massacre"
Tony: how does that keep you up?
Y/n: because I said "taxas". When everything was silent I corrected myself with "schools"
Tony: I think about how steve's best friend killed my parents
Y/n: we both don't have it easy *pours him a second whiskey then taking a sip from the bottle*
Tony: *in disbelief*
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Tony: you can't go out there!
Y/n: you can't stop me!
Tony: never said that. Imma join you
Both: *run head first in a fight that seems already lost*
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