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The Wink

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky reveals how he really feels about you through a series of winks and an answer to a question you never wanted to ask.

Warnings: SMUT, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V). Aftercare. Small bits of fluff. Slight body issues (Bucky hates his scars). Feelings about being used for sex. Use of pet names.

"You're an idiot," you said with a laugh.

"Maybe, but this was entirely your idea."

You smacked his arm and rolled your eyes. "It was your idea, James."

He cocked his head to the side as if he was deciding if he agreed with you or not. He took another swig of his beer and shrugged. "It's possible that you're right." He held up a dart and shook it in front of you. "So you gonna take the bet or not?"

You grabbed the dart from his hand and grinned. "You're still an idiot." You threw the dart and it hit the board with expert precision. "Are you sure you wanna take the bet?" you teased.

Hr grinned and stepped forward, throwing his own dart at the board. It was an instant bullseye. "Oh doll, I'm gonna win this one." He winked as he teased you.

You groaned, knowing you were probably going to regret this later. You threw the dart again, aim pretty good, but certainly not a bullseye. "Shit."

Bucky threw his bullseye a second time. He turned to look at you, shooting you a wink as he grabbed his drink. "Your turn, doll."

"You can't win, Barnes."

"I'm pretty sure the game is mine, sweets."

You bit your lip and turned to face the board again. You knew that losing wasn't an option. You took a deep breath and threw your last dart, sinking it right in the bullseye. "Yes!!"

Bucky smiled and threw his last dart. "Ooo, bullseye number three, doll. Looks like I win." He winked at you again before setting his drink down and leaning closer to you. "So now you have to answer my question."

"What was your question again?" you asked in a light tone, trying to give yourself more time to formulate a better answer.

"If you could only save one person's life on the team, who would you choose?"

It was the question you never wanted to think about, let alone answer. If it came down to it, who would you pick? Whose life did you value more? Could you even pick between your teammates--your friends? Hell, every single one of them was more like family...how could you pick one family member to save?

The problem is, you knew your answer. You knew it from the moment Bucky had first asked the question 20 minutes prior. You'd refused to answer, thinking he would just let it go, but you should have known better. Instead, he made a wager...putting the answer to his question on a game darts. A game you had lost.

You could answer him honestly, but that terrified you beyond belief. You could lie to him instead, but that had its own risks. It was a rock and a hard place scenario and he knew he had you.

"I can't choose, Buck," you complained.

"It's hypothetical!"

"I know, but I love all of you. How could I possibly choose?"

"I chose," he said simply.

Your mind wandered back to a mission from three weeks before. The mission where Bucky had saved your life...

The room suddenly lit up, the muzzle of a gun flashing brightly as a bullet shot from it. The gun was pointed at you and you knew you were about to die. You could practically feel the end racing towards you at the speed of a bullet. You closed your eyes, bracing yourself for the pain, but it never came. Your eyes opened to a scene you'd never imagined seeing.

Bucky stood in front of you, his gun firing off a round as he dropped to his knees. His bullet hit his target, killing the Hydra agent instantly. When Bucky hit the ground, you hit it with him, coming to his front to assess the damage.

"Bucky!" your eyes scanned his body, panic settling into your chest. He was bleeding, but he looked alright.

"I'm fine, doll. It's just a shoulder wound."

"Why'd you do that? Why'd you jump in front of me?"

"Because you wouldn't have survived it. And I couldn't live with that," he said softly.

He wasn't wrong. That bullet would have killed you. While it only pierced his shoulder, it would have hit you directly in the head, killing you instantly.

"Thank you," you whispered.

"Anything for you, doll," he said with a wink.

Back in the present, you shook your head, clearing the memories from your mind. "That's not the same, Buck. I'd die for any one of you. That's much different than picking which one of you to save."

He shook his head. "You didn't see the whole thing. I didn't just save your life, I chose yours over Sam's."

You froze, trying to picture the moments before the gun went off, but the room had been so dark...you hadn't even seen Sam. "Sam's fine, though."

"Sam was fighting another Hydra agent when that one squared up with you. I saw him raise the gun at the same moment I saw Sam get pulled into a choke hold with a knife to his throat. I chose to save you."

You were silent, allowing his words to sink in. "I--I didn't know that. Sam never said anything."

"Sam got away moments later, so he never had a reason to bring it up."

"You just acted on instinct though."

"Perhaps, but I knew I would save you if it came down to it. I'd always choose you." He smiled and shot you another wink. It was the third one this evening alone and you were starting to wonder if they meant more than you'd originally thought.

Bucky was always winking at you. Sometimes jokingly, sometimes in a flirtatious manner, and sometimes even in a serious moment. They always made your heart flutter, but you didn't think they meant anything to him. Bucky was flirty, but he'd never made a move, so you assumed he wasn't interested.

"You still haven't answered my question, doll, and you do owe me an answer."

You took a deep breath and sighed. "Fine. I'd pick you, alright?" you said with a huff.

He looked surprised, but unconvinced. "Why? Because I picked you?"

You groaned, deciding to lay your cards out on the table, come what may. "No you idiot. Your stupid face popped into my head the moment you asked me the question, okay? I knew I'd pick you."

"Then why didn't you answer it the first time?"

"Because!"

"That's not an answer."

"Ugh!" You sighed again. "I didn't say it because I didn't want to explain why it was you."

Bucky looked at you strangely. "You're not gonna make me ask, are you?"

"Damnit, James," you groaned. "I can't live without you, okay? There's no world worth being in if you're not in it."

You couldn't believe you'd just said that out loud, but here you were, heart laid bare, in the awkwardly quiet compound game room.

Bucky didn't say a word, but he wasn't speechless. He was simply contemplating his next move, weighing the consequences of his actions before he made them.

After a few more painfully silent moments, he grumbled "Fuck it," before crossing the short distance between you two and pressing his lips to yours in a frantic, yet passionate kiss.

You were surprised by the suddenness of his actions, but you melted into him without a second thought. The kiss was infinitely better than you had imagined, and you had done quite a lot of imagining.

When Bucky's lips left yours, you whined slightly, wanting nothing more than for him to kiss you again.

"Sorry, doll. I've wanted to do that for ages."

"Well what you took you so long?" you asked.

He raised his eyebrows. "I wasn't sure you wanted me to. You never said anything either, you know. At least I dropped hints."

You rolled your eyes. "Can you please just kiss me again?"

He grinned and leaned back into you, mouth encompassing yours instantly. He loved the taste of your lips, the feeling of your tongue fighting against his, the way you gripped his arms like you were terrified he was going to disappear.

Bucky pulled away once more, the action almost painful. "Should we move this to my room? Anyone could see us here."

"Bit presumptuous of you, James," you teased.

He started to back peddle, a look of panic crossing his features. "Oh, I--uh--I didn't mean--"

You laughed. "I was teasing you, handsome. I'd love to move this elsewhere."

He relaxed, exhaling long and slow. "Thank god." He grabbed your hand and practically dragged you towards the elevator. "Come on."

"Buck, my legs are a lot shorter than yours, so can you slow down a little?" you asked as you jogged after him.

"Sorry, sweets." He turned towards you and scooped you up with ease before continuing to the elevator.

"What are you doing?"

"It's faster if I just carry you."

"Are we in a rush?"

He gave you an unreadable look. "Let's just say I've wanted you for so long that I actually might not be able to contain myself for much longer."

You smirked. "So you're gonna take me right here in this elevator?"

His eyes darkened. "Don't tempt me, baby, because I will."

You blushed. "I wouldn't say no..."

He looked like he was considering it for a moment before shaking his head to clear his dirty mind. "No, no. Our first time needs to be in a bed, where I can attend to your every need, not some dirty elevator."

You'd be lying if you said that the idea of him attending to your every need wasn't sexy as hell. The image of him on his knees for you sent a wave of pleasure straight to your core.

Bucky inhaled deeply and a low growl escaped his throat. "Fuck, you smell good."

You gasped, realizing he could actually smell your arousal...freaking super soldier senses.

The elevator door finally opened and Bucky practically ran towards his room. He pushed his door open and kicked it closed behind him before tossing you on the bed. He stepped away from you and took a few deep breaths.

"Bucky? You okay?" you asked in concern.

"I just need a minute, doll. Need to control myself."

"Why? I'm not afraid of you."

"You should be and you know it," he growled. "I could hurt you and I might if I lose control."

You crawled across the bed towards him, hand reaching out to him. "You're not going to hurt me, Buck. Just come here...please..."

His eyes met yours and you were taken aback by how dark they were. The normally bright blue irises were almost entirely hidden by his pupils, an almost feral look in them. It was an expression that might terrify a lesser woman, but you trusted Bucky with your life. That wasn't going to stop in the bedroom.

"Come here, baby," you whispered gently.

He let you take his arm and pull him towards the bed. He stopped when his legs touched the edge of the mattress. "I wanna be gentle with you, doll. Treat you right."

You cocked your head to the side as you took him in. "While I love that sentiment, Bucky, I don't need that. I need you and I'll take you in whatever form you come."

He groaned. "You're amazing."

You grinned. "Oh baby, you ain't seen nothing yet." You shot him a wink to emphasize your statement and he practically jumped on top of you, earning a squeal of delight from you.

He pinned you to the bed and started kissing you again as his hands began to undress you. His hands were fumbling with your shirt and he groaned in frustration before simply ripping it in two.

"Bucky!"

"I'm sorry, I'll buy you three to replace it," he mumbled, reattaching his lips to your skin.

He quickly rid you of your pants, leaving you in nothing but your underwear and a bralette that was arguably a little small for your chest.

Bucky sat back to take you in, eyes hungrily dancing across your body. He tapped the fabric between your breasts, "Is this expensive?"

You shook your head. "I have a couple more like it."

"Good," he said as he pulled a knife from his pants and slid it under the fabric, cutting the bralette in two. He cut the straps and tossed the ruined fabric onto the floor along with his blade.

You stared at him in a shocked silence, wetness seeping into your underwear. "That was hot as hell."

He grinned and inhaled deeply. "I can tell you liked it, pretty girl."

He grabbed your underwear and tugged them harshly down your legs. "Holy shit," he murmured, sliding a finger between your folds to collect your juices. "This all for me?"

"All for you, Bucky."

He licked his finger and groaned loudly. "Fuck, baby, you taste even better than I imagined."

He dropped to his stomach between your thighs, spreading your legs as wide as he could. He didn't bother to tease you, just dove right in, devouring you with a kind of hunger you'd never experienced.

You were a moaning mess in minutes, begging him not to stop, a plea he took to heart. When your orgasm hit, he worked you through it, never stopping to even take a breath.

You tugged on his hair and whimpered, but he kept going, needing to taste you for a little while longer. He wanted to feel you explode on his tongue again and again and again until you couldn't take it anymore.

"Bucky--I'm so close, please," you gasped.

He dug his fingers into your hips and kept your pussy tight to his face, not letting you squirm away.

Moments later you came with a cry of his name, waves of pleasure making your hips buck against his face. He worked you through it, only stopping when you begged him to give you a break.

He lifted his head, giving you a view of his slick covered beard. "I could eat that pretty pussy all day long, baby." He licked his lips. "Tastes so damn good."

You whimpered softly and reached for him, wanting to kiss him again. He wiped his face on his shirt before tugging it off over his head and lowering his body back down to yours. You held him close as you kissed him, fingers lightly tracing the scars on his left shoulder.

You felt his body stiffen under your hands and you pulled away to look at him. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," he murmured.

"Hey," you said softly, grabbing his chin to force him to look at you. "Talk to me."

He sighed heavily. "I'm just not used to anyone touching my scars."

"Oh," you said in surprise, pulling your hand away from him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"Shit--no, that's not what I meant. Most women tend to avoid them. I know they're not pretty to look at."

"I think they're beautiful."

He looked at you as if you were insane.

"I'm serious, Bucky. Each one tells a unique story of your life. They're a part of you and that makes them beautiful to me."

His eyes softened and you could have sworn you saw the ghost of a tear slide down his cheek. "I don't deserve you," he whispered.

"Oh hush. That's not for you to decide." You hooked your leg around his hips and flipped him over with surprising ease. "If we had more time, I'd kiss every single one of your scars until you believed me, but we don't."

His eyes widened. "Are we in a rush, baby?" he teased, echoing your earlier statement.

You grinned. "If I don't get your cock in me soon, I may never recover."

"We can't let that happen, so we better get to it."

He helped you remove his pants, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. His bulge was massive and your mouth was watering in anticipation. You gripped the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down slowly, allowing his cock to spring free.

You inhaled sharply as you took in the massive erection before you, a slight panic settling into your bones at the thought of having something that large inside of you.

As if he sensed your panic, Bucky chuckled lightly and said, "Don't worry, baby. It'll fit."

"I don't think so."

He grinned. "We'll make it fit."

You looked up at him with what you hoped was a neutral expression. Concern immediately clouded his face, so you knew you'd failed miserably.

"Hey doll, it's okay. I'll go nice and slow, alright? I'll be gentle."

You nodded and took a deep breath. You positioned yourself directly above his painfully erect cock and began to lower yourself down very slowly.

Bucky gripped your hips tightly, making sure to guide you as slowly as he could manage. You both moaned as he began to enter you, the stretch causing you to dig your nails into his chest.

"I've got you," he whispered.

You tried to lower yourself further, but Bucky's grip on your hips kept you from moving. He meant it when he said he wanted to be as gentle as possible.

"I can take it, Buck. Let me try," you murmured.

He looked at you and nodded slowly, not looking entirely convinced, but he loosened his grip on your hips, allowing you to take control.

You took a deep breath, deciding to handle this like removing a band-aid--just get it over with. You sat down on top of him, sheathing his entire cock within your tight walls.

You cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, body stretched in ways it had never been stretched before.

Bucky groaned loudly, almost covering your cry. He looked at you with wide eyes, checking to see if you were okay.

Your body was acclimating to his size and you were becoming desperate the longer he remained still. "Please, Bucky," you whimpered.

"What do you need, baby?"

"I need you to fuck me--please."

He gripped your hips again and started to move slowly, letting you match his pace.

"I'm not made of glass," you grumbled.

He looked up at you in surprise. "What?"

"You're not going to break me, Bucky. I want you to fuck me until I can't walk, understand?"

He nodded rapidly, eyes darkening once more. "Are you sure?"

"Fuck. Me. Now." you demanded.

He wasn't going to deny you such a request. He shifted his body, planted his feet on the bed, and began to piston up into you with speed and force.

"Fuck!" you gasped, the pleasure slamming into you like a freight train.

"You're so tight, doll. Feels so good wrapped around my cock."

Bucky was giving you exactly what you'd asked for and you loved it. The tip of his cock brushed your cervix with every thrust, the whisper of pain only adding to your enjoyment.

"Squeezing me so tight, baby. You gonna cum for me? Gonna make a mess on my cock?"

You whimpered and nodded rapidly, your third orgasm of the night creeping up on you. "Feels so good, Buck."

"I know, baby. It's like heaven--could stay here forever."

Your fingernails were digging crescent shapes into his chest as you clung to him, unable to do anything more than moan and gasp his name. "Please," you whimpered.

He knew exactly what you were asking for, so he didn't slow down or alter his movements. He continued to pound into you until you came with a cry of his name, pussy pulsating around his cock.

"Fuck!" he gasped. "Fuck--baby--shit, you've gotta stop that or I'm not gonna last."

"Can't help it," you mumbled. "Feels so good."

"I know pretty girl." He pulled you down to his chest and held on tightly as he flipped you onto your back, allowing him to get a better angle.

By this stage, your body was hyper-sensitive and you could feel every single movement he made.

His hips began to move again and his fingers caressed every part of you he could reach. He pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers as he fucked you. "Can you give me one more, sweets?"

Your eyes widened and you shook your head.

"You sure, doll? I think my pussy can do it." He changed his angle, giving him the ability to hit your g-spot with each thrust, as if to punctuate his sentence.

You moaned loudly and clenched tightly around him, eliciting a groan from his lips.

"I think she can give me one more, baby. My pussy--treating me so good--gonna make sure she feels good too."

You moaned again, nails clawing at his back as he fucked you.

"Yeah? You like that, huh?" he groaned into your ear. "Who's pussy is this, baby?"

"You--yours," you gasped out.

"That's right, doll. It's mine."

He knew you were getting close, so he slid his left hand down between your bodies, using his finger to gently massage your clit.

"Bucky!" you gasped.

"You gonna cum for me again, sweets?"

"So close," you whispered.

"I know, doll."

Three more thrusts and you were falling into an ocean of pleasure, wave after wave crashing into you. You were barely aware of Bucky chasing his own high, the crest of your pleasure blinding you to anything else.

Bucky came with a low groan of your name, spilling his seed deep within you. When he was spent, he collapsed on top of you, body shaking slightly from the intensity of his orgasm.

You laid like that for several minutes before Bucky finally shifted, rolling off of you and leaving you cold and empty. You reached for him almost instinctively, but he wasn't beside you.

You whimpered softly, looking around the room for him. He appeared from the bathroom holding a washcloth, a look of concern on his face.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"I didn't know where you went," you whispered sheepishly.

He looked sad. "Just wanted to get a nice warm washcloth to clean you up with, doll."

"Oh."

He very gently began to clean you up, hands surprisingly soft. "I've got you, doll. I'm here."

You felt kind of foolish...you were simply used to be treated differently by men. You'd always been the girl they'd fuck and leave, none of them ever stayed long enough to even make sure you'd cum, let alone clean you up after. It was wrong of you to assume that Bucky was the same.

When he was done, he tossed the washcloth to the floor and crawled back into the bed, pulling you into his chest. "Wanna tell me what's wrong, sweets?"

"I'm--I'm just not used to aftercare, that's all. I...I thought you left."

"It's my room," he teased softly, laying a kiss on top of your head. "Besides, I'd much rather hold you after sex than lay in an empty bed."

You looked up at him, taking in his disheveled appearance and eyes so full of love it almost hurt to look at them. "Thank you, Bucky."

His brow furrowed. "For what?"

"For being you," you said simply, placing a soft kiss to the scar on his right shoulder, the one he got from saving your life.

"Anything for you, doll. Anything for you."

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justinspoliticalcorner · 26 days

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Sarah Posner for TPM:

I am a journalist who has covered the Christian right for two decades. Over the past three years, I began to more frequently use the term “Christian nationalism” to describe the movement I cover. But I did not start using a new term to suggest its proponents’ ideology had changed. Instead, the term had come into more common usage in the Trump era, now regularly used by academics, journalists, and pro-democracy activists to describe a movement that insists America is a “Christian nation” — that is, an illiberal, nominally democratic theocracy, rather than a pluralistic secular democracy. To me, the phrase was highly descriptive of the movement I’ve dedicated my career to covering, and neatly encapsulates the core threat the Christian right poses to freedom and equality. From its top leaders and influencers down to the grassroots — politically mobilized white evangelicals, the foot soldiers of the Christian right — its proponents believe that God divinely ordained America to be a Christian nation; that this Christian nation has come under attack by liberals and secularists; and that patriotic Christians must engage in spiritual warfare to rid America of demonic forces, and in political action to restore its Christian heritage. That includes taking political steps — as a voter, as an elected official, as a lawyer, as a judge — to ensure that America is governed according to a “biblical worldview.”

If you want to see that definition in action, look no further than the career of House Speaker Mike Johnson. Seventeen years ago, when I interviewed Johnson, then a lawyer with the Christian right legal powerhouse Alliance Defending Freedom, I would have labeled him a loyal soldier in the Christian right’s legal army trying to bring down the separation of church and state. He is a product of and a participant in a sprawling religious and political infrastructure that has made the movement’s successes possible, from politically active megachurches, to culture-shaping organizations like Focus on the Family, to political players like the Family Research Council, to the legal force in his former employer ADF.

In today’s parlance, Johnson is a Christian nationalist — although he, like most of his compatriots, has certainly not embraced the label. But Mike Johnson the House Speaker is still Mike Johnson the lawyer I interviewed all those years ago: an evangelical called to politics to be a “servant leader” to a Christian nation, dedicated to its governance according to a biblical worldview: against church-state separation, for expanded rights for conservative Christians, adamantly against abortion and LGBTQ rights, and especially, currently, trans rights. That mindset is still the beating heart of the Christian right, even as the movement, and other movements in the far-right space, have radicalized in the Trump era, taking on new forms and embracing a range of solutions to the apocalyptic trajectory they see America to be on. Different movements imagining a version of Christian supremacy exist side by side — different strains that often borrow ideas from one another, and that fit comfortably under the banner of Christian nationalism.

The term “Christian nationalism” became popularized during Trump’s presidency for a few reasons. First, Trump, who first ran in 2016 on a nativist platform with the nationalist slogan “Make America Great Again,” was and still is dependent on white evangelicals to win elections and maintain a hold on power. He is consequently willing to carry out their goals, bringing their ambitions closer to fruition than they’ve ever been in their 45-year marriage to the Republican Party. They have been clear, for example, in crediting him for the downfall of Roe v. Wade, among other assaults on other peoples’ rights.

Second, the prominence of Christian iconography at the January 6 insurrection, and the support for Trump’s stolen election lie before, during, and after January 6 by both Christian right influencers and the grassroots, brought into stark relief that Christian nationalist motivations helped fuel his attempted coup. Finally, sociologists studying the belief systems of Christian nationalists pushed the term into public usage, as did anti-nationalist Christians, especially after January 6, in order to elevate awareness of the threats Christian nationalism poses to democracy. (The paperback edition of my book, Unholy, which was published in mid-2021 and included a post-January 6 afterword, reflected the increasing usage of the term Christian nationalists by including the term in a fresh subtitle.)

The Trump era, along with the rise of openly Christian nationalist social media sites like Gab, and Elon Musk’s takeover of Twitter, have given space for otherwise unknown figures, like the rabidly antisemitic Gab founder Andrew Torba, co-author of the book Christian Nationalism: A Biblical Guide For Taking Dominion And Discipling Nations, and Stephen Wolfe, author of the racist book The Case for Christian Nationalism, to enter the Christian nationalism discourse. Although Torba and Wolfe have made waves online, and extremism watchers are rightly alarmed that their tracts could prove influential and radicalizing, they remain distinct from the Christian right.

[...]

The conventional Christian right does not want a parallel society or a divorce. They believe they are restoring, and will run, the Christian nation God intended America to be — from the inside. They will do that, in their view, through faith (evangelizing others and bringing them to salvation through Jesus Christ); through spiritual warfare (using prayer to battle satanic enemies of Christian America); and through politics and the law (governing and lawmaking from a “biblical worldview” after eviscerating church-state separation). Changes in the evangelical world, particularly the emphasis in the growing charismatic movement on prophecy, signs and wonders, spiritual warfare, the prosperity gospel, and Trumpism, has intensified the prominence of the supernatural in their politics, giving their Christian nationalism its own unmistakable brand.

For decades, Christian right has been completely open about their beliefs and goals. Their quest to take dominion over American institutions by openly evangelizing and instituting Christian supremacist policies sets the Christian right apart from other types of Christian nationalists who might operate in secret, or imagine utopian communities as the ideal way to save themselves from a secular, debauched nation. The fact that far-right extremists like Torba or Wolfe embrace the Christian nationalist label gives the more conventional Christian right leaders and organizations space to disassociate themselves from it. Some also berate journalists who use it to describe them, accusing them of hurling a left-wing slur at Christians.

The bottom line is that Christian nationalism takes on different forms, and despite organizational or even ideological differences, ideas can penetrate the often porous borders between different camps. Someone who receives the daily email blast from the Family Research Council might also be drawn to Wolfe’s book, for example. On a more unnerving, macro level, major right-wing and GOP figures, including Marjorie Taylor Greene and the CEO of the Daily Wire, the podcast consortium run by conservative influencer Ben Shapiro, have embraced the rabidly antisemitic, Hitler-admiring antagonist Nick Fuentes, who is Catholic but also is accurately described as a Christian nationalist. The increasingly influential Catholic integralist movement, which seeks a Catholic-inflected replacement for the “liberal order,” is yet another unique form of Christian nationalism.

Sarah Posner wrote for TPM about the variants of Christian Nationalism within the larger Christian Right movement.

#Donald Trump #Christian Nationalism #Christian Right #Mike Johnson #Alliance Defending Freedom #Focus On The Family #Family Research Council #Andrew Torba #Stephen Wolfe #Nick Fuentes

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awbarnes-no · 5 months

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@wormholxtreme: but tell us about Anya's handler and how she got away from him. How does her relationship with him affect her relationship with other authority/parental figures?

Buckle in boys and girls, this is gonna be a bit of a post. THIS HEADCANON CONTAINS EXTREMLY TRIGGERING CONTENT!!! I just wanna get that out in the open before we dive into this. For a lot of people enslaved by HYDRA, their Handlers are the source of some very special trauma's. V is no exception.

( placing under read more to save on space and for triggers. )

She never knew his name for starters. From the day she met him when she was a girl, she only ever knew him as V. He had been a presence since she started her combat training, overseeing her training and then being her primary handler for missions. ( the Soldier being the only other person she would comply with by design. ) The HYDRA agent was also among the small number of people who ever knew about the true parentage of Anya. ( that information was never digitally recorded and any documented proof as of now is lost. )

On a good day, the dynamic the two tended to have was akin to a controlling father ( or pretending to be ) leading with a cruel method, inflicting harsh punishment on the girl for failure ( resulting in her complete aversion to failure all together. ) only to flip when she acted favorably, resulting in a desperation to please out of fear of the alternative.

There's also the added layer of the insurance he has on his control over her. When Anya was brought into the fold, she was a baby. Once she had developed enough that it was safe for her body, she underwent a surgery, chemically altering her brain to react to a pheromonal agent that certain people wore. This reaction would render her unable to deny an order given. Two were given this. One was V from day one, and later the Soldier once it was confirmed they didn't need to worry about his programming failing. Between the two of them . . . the young girl's rage could be quelled.

Tasked with attempting to unlock her mutation, V was instructed to place her on a solo mission, the Soldier bein kept outside, while she went in for a hit. The hit was rigged from the beginning, the gun she was sent in ( and given to her by V ) empty. She barely escaped with her life, but managed to complete the mission none the less. When she confronted V about it, he simply shrugged it off as if it was nothing.

All he cared about was if it happened . . .

Before she could even inquire what he meant, something snapped in the Winter Soldier, and after a fight, a bullet was ultimately fired into V's head. To the knowledge of Bucky and Anya . . . V was a dead man.

The effect V has had on Anya has lasted since that day her and Bucky made their escape. Luckily, V didn't have too much effect on her and Bucky's relationship, once she was away from him. There was enough fear of her handler to trust Bucky more, but V had been the only other authority figure she really had, and liked to play at being her father ( or so he said ) but once she was away from him, that all seemed to settle. Her trust in her immediate family ultimately winning out.

What this did effect however, is her outlook on authority figures. She doesn't trust them. At best, she's suspicious, and often times will put up walls they need to earn to right to bring down. On the other hand, she's aggressively avert toward, often times having angry outbursts when pushed too far. From a young age, Anya demonstrated a rage unparalleled by any soldier HYDRA had seen, relying on the few who had control over her to quell that. When V had control, he enjoyed pointing that rage at his enemies. She's gotten better since then. But there's still a bomb under there. Waiting to go off.

#-ˋˏ anya . « — ★ — » 𝑰𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑾 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑰 𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑾.#cw gaslighting #cw abusive childhood #cw child abuse #cw manipulation #cw mind control #cw HYDRA muse #cw HYDRA content #cw ptsd #i'm sooooo sorry this got so long #but i had to kinda go back to the beginning with these two #wormholxtreme

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ocean waves & faded dreams — shore v

phantom reunites with her only friend win.

⚝༄ platonic!bucky barnes x original character (ft. platonic!tony stark x original character)

⚝༄ mentions of punishments, child abuse, memory wipes, & mission to kill; depictions of nightmares & imprisonment

⚝༄ paragraph format — 1.2K words

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[gif’s full credit belongs solely to its owner]

Phantom cherished her naps. She doesn’t usually get to take them, as HYDRA insisted that all her downtime must either be spent strengthening her fluency or fixing her aim. To her, naps — and sleep, as an extension — were a way to escape HYDRA.

Agent Collins, or Johan as she was known in private, wasn’t a fan of naps, especially if she was alone when she drifted off. More often than not, she dreams of what she used to escape from when she slept. To her, naps — and sleep, as an extension — were a way to go back to HYDRA.

Had she not remembered her current reality, Phantom would’ve woken up silently. She would’ve just filed dreaming about the stories of the scars adorning her skin as bothersome. She would still feel the ghost of their sting, like they were freshly made, but it wouldn’t’ve been so haunting.

Unfortunately, she did remember who she currently was before drifting off, so she had been far from peaceful and quiet while dreaming.

Unbeknownst to Phantom Riptide-Johan, she was screaming in her sleep.

"Johan," a voice coaxed her, "wake up."

Unfortunately for them, she couldn’t hear anything in her dream.

She was dreaming of her first punishments at four years old. Admittedly, her punishments worsened over the years, but her first ones were traumatizing for a different reason.

Although she couldn’t remember, she was almost certain she had been a loved child before HYDRA. Had she not been, then perhaps her first punishments wouldn’t’ve hurt as much.

Her shock and unpreparedness for being violently hit worsened the stings. They were unbearable. And for her four-year-old self that wasn’t used to prolonged pain, they were enough to make her scream.

"You’re okay. You’re okay. Just open your eyes."

The stark contrast of someone’s touch burning her skin in her dream and of someone’s touch cradling her gently in the waking made her bolt upright. She almost bumped heads with whoever was comforting her, but thankfully they had fast reflexes.

When she was finally out of her nightmare haze, the first thing she noticed was the cluster of people in front of her cylindrical prison. A few of them were wearing a mask of indifference, but most of them were looking at her with expressions she — as both Phantom Riptide and Johan — knew quite too well.

The punishments in her dream still lingered behind her eyelids. A mocking reminder that all of those eventually led to who she was: a mindless servant of a skull with six tentacles. A killer for the hollowed eyes playing god.

Everyone had the right to wear the expressions painted on their faces. And, for what it was worth, she, too, was wearing a similar one.

How could she not when the god-pretenders used her hands to decide who lived and who died?

Johan turned to her left, finally remembering that the glass barrier was there for a reason. No one else was supposed to be with her on one side. She was supposed to be kept isolated, to prevent her from inflicting harm. And yet—

"Hi," a somewhat familiar blue eyes greeted her.

She knew him. His long brown hair was now cut short and darker than she last saw him. His silver metal arm, one that used to match her hands, was now black and gold. The red star she used to trace when she was younger was nowhere to be seen. His blue eyes, once clouded like an impending storm, now resembled a calm ocean.

He looked nowhere near how he used to, but still. She knew him.

"Win." Her voice was airy, full of disbelief and relief all at once. She launched herself at him for a hug. "Win."

Win returned her gesture with the same enthusiasm. She felt him hug her tighter, "Tide."

"You’re okay," Tide unknowingly echoed his previous words. "You’re okay. That’s— that’s a relief."

HYDRA orchestrated their meeting. They planned for the Winter Soldier, their best asset, to train their best candidate from their next line of soldiers. They had a grand idea of letting them build a bond first, in hopes of making their grand scheme unfold more smoothly.

Whether or not they anticipated the Winter Soldier and the Phantom Riptide’s bond to go deeper than intended, she wasn’t sure. All she knew was, the Winter Soldier wasn’t just her trainer nor someone she looked up to; he was also Win, her only friend and the only other person she cared about.

"I thought I’d never to get to see you again."

Tide refused to separate from Win. She just stayed glued to him while they reminisced their ‘good old days’ — or lack thereof, that was. They didn’t pay anyone else any attention, albeit both were aware that they weren’t the only ones in the room.

"I remember how you taught me how to make a star from a rubber band," she recalled rather fondly.

"You still remember that? That was so long ago." Win looked at her with surprise, but fond just the same. "You were, like, what? Five? When I taught you that?"

"I think so," she opted not to think too much of the timeline. "It was just easy to remember," she shrugged, easily downplaying how important that particular memory was for her.

He hummed, buying her lie, albeit not entirely convinced. He intrigued, "What else do you find easy to remember?"

"Steve."

If anyone else wasn’t already tuned in to the two assassins, they were definitely paying attention now. "What?"

"Steve," she repeated with an eyebrow raised. "Your boyfriend? Best friend? I don’t exactly know, you never really told me." She waved her hand, physically dismissing the unspecified detail. Her eyes were suddenly mixed with concern, "Do you not remember—"

"No, no. I remember him."

Tide was instantly relieved, "Great." She relaxed one more, letting go of the tension that unknowingly built up due to her concern. She had been the one in charge of making him remember about Steve between memory wipes and the mere thought that he had forgotten while they were separated was absolutely terrifying. "So, have you found him?"

"I have," Win’s response almost made her smile in glee. "Steve’s over there."

She eagerly followed the direction he pointed to — and instantly stilled. "Your Steve . . . is Steve Rogers?"

This was, quite possibly, the worst outcome.

She knew from the beginning how difficult this mission would be, but she didn’t know the extent. Perhaps she would’ve known if she bothered researching deeper about the Avengers beforehand, but alas.

Had S.H.I.E.L.D. not kept Win’s involvement with the Avengers under wraps, then perhaps she wouldn’t’ve undertaken the risk of being given the mission in the first place. After all, the only reason she was willing to take that risk was because the Avengers were no one to her. Sure, she knew them as Earth’s Mightiest Heroes or whatever the media dubbed them as, but they meant nothing to her.

However, with the knowledge that they meant something to the only person she truly cared about, she unknowingly put herself in limbo.

"Yeah." Win watched her expression fall and turn more neutral. "That’s Steve."

The more Phantom looked on the crowd, the more she became aware of her mission once more. The more she remembered her unfulfilled mission, the more her trigger worked its poison.

"Win," her voice suddenly came out strained. Thankfully, she had the mind to lower her voice down to mask the sudden change, "he’s my mission."

next shore >

#bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes scenarios #bucky barnes oneshots #bucky barnes fanfics #bucky barnes fics #bucky barnes #the white wolf #the winter soldier #marvel #mcu #avengers #the white wolf imagines #the winter soldier imagines #marvel imagines #mcu imagines #platonic!bucky barnes x reader #platonic!avengers x reader #marvel x reader #mcu x reader

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dosesofcommonsense · 6 months

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(From Brian Cates on Telegram)

Election interference to ensure Biden ‘won’ and Trump ‘lost’ is only the tip of the Censorship State iceberg.

The US government censored its own citizens in direct violation of their 1st Amendment rights to drive politicized narratives that turned out to be LIES.

Our ‘public servants’ put their boots on the necks of millions of Americans and pressed down…HARD…because they were TELLING THE TRUTH.

About stollen and rigged elections.

About laptops.

About virus origins and nefarious and illegal bio weapons activity by our own government officials in the Alphabet agencies in Ukraine and elsewhere around the world.

About vaccines,masks and lockdowns.

About the war in Ukraine.

About Biden being competent.

Seriously, I could make a very long list of ‘The Official Big Brother Narratives of the Past 4 Years’ where federal bureaucrats working illegally behind the scenes were censoring millions of Americans for saying the ‘wrong’ things.

In case you hadn’t noticed, Big Brother runs on lies, and bothersome citizens who just can’t seem to take a hint and SHUT UP and stop challenging their government’s official narratives when they are ordered to need to be ‘managed’.

And so a shit-ton of very helpful NGO’S like Stanford Observatory were created to surreptitiously help the US government successfully ‘manage’ citizen’s speech on social media platforms and elsewhere.

A lot of people in this nation under direct and ongoing threat by an out-of-control vindictive and corrupt federal bureaucracy still don’t grasp just how bad this is.

And the great thanks they owe to those who exposed this evil Censorship State and are currently fighting the Hydra to restore to all Americans the constitutional right to free speech they had illegally taken away from them.

https://x.com/elonmusk/status/1721743484116169032?s=20

ADDENDUM:

Of course, the people who are enthusiastically in favor of all the illegal censorship activity by the State and its ‘private sector’ allies currently getting exposed are very unhappy these days.

See, they thought their ‘side’ was ‘winning’ the Great National Conversation when that conversation was rigged in their favor. They knew it wasn’t a real conversation at all.

They were HAPPY that social media discourse was being rigged and tightly controlled by political hall monitors.

They thought this meant they would win the ‘game’.

But this isn’t a really a GAME.

This is life and death.

A people that are not allowed to speak freely to their government or each other many be many things, but they are not a free people.

I meant what I said at the end of the previous post. As a people, as Americans, we have had our free speech stolen from us. We have been the targets of a massive crime committed by our own government , and the issue is still in doubt as to whether two things will happen:

1. We get our free speech, especially on social media, returned to us so we can once again exercise our God-given rights without State interference and…

2. The people in our government who violated our speech rights in dead of night using corrupt and illegal means to hide their having done this are all dragged out into the light of day and held fully accountable in such a legal manner that no one shall ever in the future attempt a repeat of such a crime.

Keep your eyes on Missouri v Biden in the courts. We won’t know if the government bastards will have to hand back our speech rights until that case is decided.

The Biden administration is currently fighting to keep The Censorship State going.

After all, over the past decade or so, the Commie Marxist scum embedded in out federal government & agencies spent an awful lot of time, money and passion in constructing their precious Censorship State apparatus.

Salivating and having wet dreams at night over the sheer amount of total speech control they were gonna have in their hands once they were done tinkering with it.

And now?

Now they risk losing it all. They can’t have that. They’re desperate to get back to the kind of rigid speech control they had just a year ago.

Well I’ve bad news for The Censorship State and all the goombahs out there who just LOVED the censorship regime because they thought this meant they were moving the ball down the field and we’re about to score.

“PERSONAL FOUL, FEDERAL GOVERNMENT TEAM, BOOT ON THE NECK OF CITIZEN TEAM, AUTOMATIC EJECTION FOR THE ENTIRE GOVERNMENT TEAM, BALL SPOTTED FOR TEAM CITIZEN AT THE 1 YARD LINE, 1ST AND GOAL!”

You weren’t winning. You cheated and created an illusion based on illegal deception and brute force.

And now you’ve been caught. The flag has been thrown.

There will be no going back. You LOST.

#common sense #truth #msm is the enemy #globalist playbook #donald trump #censorship #feds #stolen election #2020 election fraud #2024 elections

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Being Bold : Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Wanda decides to be bold and wear her new ball gag in public… hidden behind her mask… during a pandemic.

Like almost everyone nowadays, Wanda had to get used to the new normal of wearing a mask whenever she was outside. She had them in various colours and styles, also one to pair with each of her most worn outfits. However, one accessory that had recently become a part of her outdoor outfits, was her neon pink ball bag.

Since coming to the US, Wanda had slowly but surely fallen for all things bondage. She loved the way it looked, her lips framing the shiny gag in her mouth. It made her feel vulnerable and even submissive, a feeling she never thought she would experience. Walking around in public, gaged behind her mask, was something Wanda enjoyed immensely. Going for longer walks each time she tried it, just to push herself, though only when she went out alone. Despite the growing confidence that Wanda had found within herself, she was still petrified of being found out, whether that was by an Avenger or a member of the public. Wanda didn't know what would be worse, but regardless being too bold with it wasn't worse than the risk.

The actual purchase of the gag had occurred just a few weeks or so prior, Wanda had been aimless scrolling through her phone, courtesy of SHIELD when Tony Stark had ‘requested her presence’ as FRIDAY had put it. Assuming she was about to be reprimanded for something, a slip in her training performance perhaps, thankfully he had handed her a credit card. A card allowing Wanda spending freedom, again funded through SHIELD and government grants to the Avengers programme.

“We've all been given one, don't go too crazy.” He had joked.

“Says the billionaire.” She retorted back, in good faith.

“Do as I say, not as I do.”

After that, as she took the elevator back up to her room, Wanda wondered what she should treat herself to. HYDRA had never given her any freedoms, never mind with money, they were loyal soldiers not paid ones. It was as she unlocked her room, that her mind arrived at something. Her own gag, like the one she’d seen in videos, pictures and the online forums she had joined. It was a small enough item that Wanda could easily hide, but also fairly cheap enough that Wanda wouldn't feel bad buying it with SHIELD’s money.

On the fifth week of owning and wearing the gag in public, Wanda had started her day off with some breakfast in the common room, dressed in a pair of pale blue, ripped jeans and a grey V-neck tee, when Natasha confidently walked into the room.

“Oh Wanda, perfect, would you mind picking up my new Widow Bites. They're just at the SHIELD HQ, I’d prefer to go myself but I'm swamped with paperwork and I want them for training tomorrow. Can I trust you?”

“Of course, Natasha. I was meaning to go for a walk anyway today.”

“Great, thanks, Wanda. I’ll let them know to expect you.”

“Well, at least this will be a good way of proving myself to Nat, maybe even go some way to winning back her trust.” Wanda thought as she made her back to her room.

Opening her nightstand drawer for her pass and dark grey mask, Wanda touched her gag pushed right at the back.

“I could wear… No, I can’t I'd be going inside a SHIELD building if someone were to see it would… But then how would anyone know. Ah fuck it, I’ll wear it.

Pulling it out, Wanda unbuckled the strap and positioned the ball between her lips, the pleasing smell of rubber hitting her nose, and as she passed the straps behind her head and under her hair, the telekinetic revelled in the feeling of the leather straps against her skin. Covering it up with the mask, Wanda checked herself in the mirror before locking her door and taking the elevator down to reception.

She passed through reception without a hitch, simply nodding to security at the doors before stepping out onto the streets of New York. The walk to the HQ was only a block or so, and Wanda soon found herself at the doors of the building. As she walked up to the security barrier, the Scarlett Witch suddenly realised that she would have to give her name and reason for being there. That would give the game away since she obviously couldn’t speak with a gag in, it wasn't big by any means but still near-on impossible to form words behind. Thankfully, she was recognised and all the guard did was nod as he waved her through. Better still, it looked as if someone was waiting for her at reception.

“Follow me please Ms Maximoff.”

Wanda nodded and followed the women through some double doors, and into a waiting area.

“Wait here, please.” The assident said, before quickly disappearing.

Sitting down, Wanda relaxed, “That could’ve been really bad, I got very lucky.”

As Wanda sat and waited, her mind wandered further along the thought train, what if she’d been found out by the security guard. Would he take her to a back room to be questioned further, maybe he would go further, bend her over his desk and fuck her from behind. “ Oh god, that would be so fucking hot. Being punished for being a naughty girl, by a stranger.”

“Ms Maximoff?”

Wanda’s head shot up, pulling herself abruptly from her fantasies. A lab tech with an impatient look was staring at her.

“These are the Mark 7, Widow Bites.” He continued handing her a metal briefcase.

With the ball gag preventing her from speaking, Wanda simply nodded before taking the case. The technician looked strangely at Wanda, before leaving the room.

Wanda’s mind immediately jumped to the possibility that the techie knew that she was wearing a ball gag, even though there was no evidence to show that she was. It was then that Wanda’s body betrayed her, a bead of saliva dripped down her chin, just as she headed back to the lobby. Wanda decided not to wipe it off, for fear of giving herself away; however, the fact that the technician might know about it did make Wanda even hornier. Therefore, as she walked back up the security barrier, it was then that her body betrayed her again, as she felt wetness start to pool between her thighs. Squeezing them together, Wanda’s body betrayed a third and final time, as a small but audible moan drifted out of her trapped mouth.

“Are you okay?” The security guard asked.

“Mmm-hmm.” Wanda tried to reassure back, her response ending more like a moan, as she started to think back to her fantasy with this burly, muscular security guard. “For god's sake Wanda, get it together.” Wanda thought as she walked out of the building as quickly as she could.

Almost running back to the Tower, Wanda raced through reception and into the elevator, letting out a sigh as soon the doors closed. Leaning against the wall, Wanda quickly wiped away the saliva on her chin. She reached to remove the gag, but quickly stopped herself, FRIDAY monitored the elevators and she didn't want Tony Stark to see her removing her gag on CCTV.

Hurriedly unlocking her front door, she dropped Natasha’s breifcase on the kitchen counter and skidded into her small bathroom. Taking off her mask, Wanda surveyed herself; her ball gag and chin were completely soaked in her salvia and some had even dripped down onto her t-shirt. She could feel a growing wet spot forming over her panties, likely contrasting starkly with her white cotton panties. Wanda felt a mixture of shame and arousal, but in the end, decided to throw out her dignity completely by moving her hand under her jeans. As Wanda began to rub herself through the panties, she started massaging her breasts through the tee. She kneaded and groped at her boobs, letting her loud moans escape through the gag, not even trying to hide them. As she pinched at her nipples, she thought again of the security guard, and how she would’ve loved for him to have taken her home and made her his. She rubbed harder at her clothed pussy now, pushing and grinding at the inside of the panties. Feeling herself about to cum, Wanda pushed her fingers down her panties and bucked her hips against them, giving her boobs one final hard squeeze as she came. Wanda allowed her body to slip to the tiled floor, letting the orgasm flow through her body, while she kept thrusting her fingers.

After coming down from her high, Wanda looked down at the wet patch proudly displayed over the crotch of her panties, finding her fingers just as sticky when she pulled them out. Finally removing her ball gag, she sucked her fingers clean savouring the taste for a moment, before she stood on shaky legs to give Natasha her equipment.

#wanda maximoff #smut #mcu #marvel #ao3 fanfic

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Verses

V: Wartime Bucky Barnes has been drafted to help fight the war, he's reluctant but it is his duty. Risking life and limb to ensure that America wins, he ends up in a team known as the Howling Commandos to complete specialist missions. This verse covers everything from childhood until Bucky falls right into HYDRA's hands. Ideal for pre-serum Steve, Howling Commandos and Peggy Carter

V: Soldier Bucky Barnes is gone, given the serum, brainwashed, manipulated and transformed into a weapon simply known as Asset. He's under HYDRA's control and dangerous. There are times when the Asset is sent to others as a negotiation tool. Ideal for Brock Rumlow, the STRIKE team, other HYDRA members or other villains.

V: Escape No longer under HYDRA's control, Bucky has escaped and fled the country. He is constantly on the run and trying to stay away from both HYDRA and the Avengers as he learns who he is. The code words are still in his head and so he's dangerous, but he's alone... for how long is unknown. Ideal for Avengers, HYDRA and Sam Wilson.

V: Learning Default verse. This verse is set during/after FATWS. Thanos is finally defeated, the Avengers are no more and Bucky is alone again, trying to make a life for himself in New York. Parole is complicated and therapy is even more so. Bucky is trying to figure out his way in the world. Ideal for Sam Wilson, Zemo, surviving Avengers and anyone who wants to interact with Bucky.

V: Thunder Bucky has somehow ended up in a group of outcasts, figuring out how to get them to work together is his main struggle. The other problem is figuring out how to ensure they would survive each mission. How he ended up back in the field he doesn't know. Ideal for John Walker, Zemo and the Thunderbolts.

#verses #information

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brookstonalmanac · 9 months

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Events 8.17 (after 1900)

1914 – World War I: Battle of Stallupönen: The German army of General Hermann von François defeats the Russian force commanded by Paul von Rennenkampf near modern-day Nesterov, Russia. 1915 – Jewish American Leo Frank is lynched in Marietta, Georgia, USA after his death sentence is commuted by Governor John Slaton. 1916 – World War I: Romania signs a secret treaty with the Entente Powers. According to the treaty, Romania agreed to join the war on the Allied side. 1918 – Bolshevik revolutionary leader Moisei Uritsky is assassinated. 1942 – World War II: U.S. Marines raid the Japanese-held Pacific island of Makin. 1943 – World War II: The U.S. Eighth Air Force suffers the loss of 60 bombers on the Schweinfurt–Regensburg mission. 1943 – World War II: The U.S. Seventh Army under General George S. Patton arrives in Messina, Italy, followed several hours later by the British 8th Army under Field Marshal Bernard Montgomery, thus completing the Allied conquest of Sicily. 1943 – World War II: First Québec Conference of Winston Churchill, Franklin D. Roosevelt, and William Lyon Mackenzie King begins. 1943 – World War II: The Royal Air Force begins Operation Hydra, the first air raid of the Operation Crossbow strategic bombing campaign against Germany's V-weapon program. 1945 – Sukarno and Mohammad Hatta proclaim the independence of Indonesia, igniting the Indonesian National Revolution against the Dutch Empire. 1945 – The novella Animal Farm by George Orwell is first published. 1945 – Evacuation of Manchukuo: At Talitzou by the Sino-Korean border, Puyi, then the Kangde Emperor of Manchukuo, formally renounces the imperial throne, dissolves the state, and cedes its territory to the Republic of China. 1947 – The Radcliffe Line, the border between the Dominions of India and Pakistan, is revealed. 1949 – The 6.7 Ms  Karlıova earthquake shakes eastern Turkey with a maximum Mercalli intensity of X (Extreme), leaving 320–450 dead. 1953 – First meeting of Narcotics Anonymous takes place, in Southern California. 1958 – Pioneer 0, America's first attempt at lunar orbit, is launched using the first Thor-Able rocket and fails. Notable as one of the first attempted launches beyond Earth orbit by any country. 1959 – Quake Lake is formed by the magnitude 7.2 1959 Hebgen Lake earthquake near Hebgen Lake in Montana. 1960 – Aeroflot Flight 036 crashes in Soviet Ukraine, killing 34. 1962 – Peter Fechter is shot and bleeds to death while trying to cross the new Berlin Wall. 1969 – Category 5 Hurricane Camille hits the U.S. Gulf Coast, killing 256 and causing $1.42 billion in damage. 1970 – Venera program: Venera 7 launched. It will later become the first spacecraft to successfully transmit data from the surface of another planet (Venus). 1977 – The Soviet icebreaker Arktika becomes the first surface ship to reach the North Pole. 1978 – Double Eagle II becomes first balloon to cross the Atlantic Ocean when it lands in Miserey, France near Paris, 137 hours after leaving Presque Isle, Maine. 1985 – The 1985–86 Hormel strike begins in Austin, Minnesota. 1991 – Strathfield massacre: In Sydney, New South Wales, Australia, taxi driver Wade Frankum shoots seven people and injures six others before turning the gun on himself. 1999 – The 7.6 Mw  İzmit earthquake shakes northwestern Turkey with a maximum Mercalli intensity of IX (Violent), leaving 17,118–17,127 dead and 43,953–50,000 injured. 2004 – The National Assembly of Serbia unanimously adopts new state symbols for Serbia: Bože pravde becomes the new anthem and the coat of arms is adopted for the whole country. 2005 – The first forced evacuation of settlers, as part of Israeli disengagement from Gaza, starts. 2008 – American swimmer Michael Phelps becomes the first person to win eight gold medals at one Olympic Games. 2009 – An accident at the Sayano-Shushenskaya Dam in Khakassia, Russia, kills 75 and shuts down the hydroelectric power station, leading to widespread power failure in the local area.

#Events

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pnjrnk · 1 year

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at the beginning of the season i didnt like huge bc i was pissed that their whole gimmick was being large and thats why they were winning everything, but the design is actually really smart and good and that just pisses me off more... ribbot v hydra is up next oh god ou fuck

#live posting battlebots finals

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starsxchains · 5 months

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@crossxxbones sent -> “actually, you're not as bad as people say. you are so much worse.”

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“Really?” Steve tilted his head, casting a side-long glance towards Brock. “I’m still the same as I was before HYDRA came to the surface—”

He gave an easy, relaxed, practiced smile. “The truth’s just out there now.”

#v: hydra wins #<- hope that’s okay #[crossxxbones]

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cowboyhorsegirl · 1 year

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From this ask, Civil Warrior, CapWolf??? It’s all connected!!1!

Anyway, CWCapwolf meets either AI Tony OR AIron Man and therefore meets a Tony he can’t eat! So that’s good? Don’t think AIron Man's Steve would like Capwolf very much (and if this Steve has been werewolfed they fight I guess? But any Steve is gonna try and fight this Capwolf so he can’t hurt anyone else). AI Tony's Steve is Hydra Steve so this might be an improvement?

now all we need to do is put C(ivil)W(arrior)C(ap)W(olf) in the Nomad suit and we'll have the Ultimate Steve (not to be confused with Ultimates Steve 😉)

also love this ranking of Steve v Steve matchups LMFAO, we should make a whole bracket sometime. I don't think the AIron Man AU!verse would really play a role here bc AIron Man isn't Tony. So unless CWCW is just on a murderous bent to eliminate all Steve's no matter what, AIron Man's Steve is probably safe. And even if he's not safe, sadly I do not think that early-616 era Steve, even if he has also been werewolfed, would be able to beat CWCW Steve in a 1v1 fight. RIP </3

now CWCW!Steve vs. Capwolf Hydra!Steve... THAT i'd pay to see, like I truly do not have an idea of who would win. Maybe CWCW just bc he's actually had the wolf balls to kill his Tony as opposed to CW Hydra Steve ? Much to think about here.

AI!Tony is of course sitting on the sidelines, biding his time until he spots his moment of opportunity when he will then enter the ring with a steel chair

#the tags on this fjkdsjfl #sometimes i wonder if i tag /too/ extensively #stevetony #signed sealed delivered #capwolf #capwolf!steve #civil warrior!steve #hydracap!steve #616 #AI!tony #anon #also confession time i don't understand hydracap #is he a brainwashed steve?? is he a steve clone?? wtf is his deal #also the quiet dignity of letting one of the multiverse's many steves /belong/ to AIron Man???🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹#AIron Man can have One (1) Steve as a treat <3 #wait i just realized i claimed hydracap hasn't killed his universe's tony but i actually have no clue if that's true jfkldjfafjlasdjf #i think i just assumed bc i feel like there's that one panel of hydracap monologueing to tony while tony's in a coma?

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thetoxicgamer · 1 year

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GTA Online Weekly Update Gives Free Flare Gun for Winter Event Finale

We have all the information about the GTA Online weekly update for the week of January 5–12 before Rockstar releases the patch notes later. After the GTA V new year event, it is the first full week of 2023. It is also the last week of the Christmas events, so this is your last chance to play the open-world criminal game's snowy Los Santos and encounter its holiday killers. In addition, you'll receive a free flare gun simply for signing up! There’s no new vehicles this week, sadly, but you can still head over to the premium car dealerships to get your hands on some high-end sets of wheels. Luxury Autos has the Enus Deity and Enus Jubilee for sale, while Simeon’s Auto Shop is offering the HVY Nightshark, Mammoth Patriot Mil-Spec, Bravado Greenwood, Declasse Granger 3600LX, and Obey Omnis e-GT. If you want to try your hand at winning a free car, you have two options. The GTA prize ride is the Pfister Growler, a two-door sports car that usually retails for $1,627,000, which you can net for placing top in Street Race Series races for four days in a row. Those of you with lady luck on your side can head to the Diamond Casino and spin the lucky wheel for a shot at the GTA Online podium car – the hefty six-person armoured HVY Insurgent. This mammoth machine usually sells for $897,750 (or $675,000 after completing the Humane Labs raid). Triple GTA$ and reputation point rewards are on offer for freemode events, while you’ll get double payouts of both from security contracts, ‘First Dose’ missions, and Issi Classic races. There’s also a 25% speed boost to Lupe’s warehouse staff sourcing Special Cargo, making it a great time to make the most of those potential offerings. Here are the discounts for the week of January 5-12: 35% off - Dynasty 8 properties 25% off - Bravado Buffalo STX - HVY Nightshark - Mammoth Patriot - Mammoth Patriot Mil-Spec - Hydra VTOL Jet That’s all for the week, so why not check out the best GTA RP servers and try out some GTA roleplaying for a change? If you’d rather spend your time exploring the single-player, then we recommend all the GTA 5 cheats and our pick of the best GTA 5 mods to keep you entertained while you wait for more news on the GTA 6 release date, when we’ll find out if Rockstar can once again shake up the best open-world games as they so often do. Read the full article

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nightcoremoon · 2 years

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finally bought nova covert ops because it’s $10 now.

yeah it’s pretty good, if way less balanced than all of the other campaigns. see, mission one was a decent metal gear solid mission and then a really cool final fantasy 7 escape from midgar mission, and that was totally fine.

mission two is a four lane tower defense holdout sorta like the Warcraft 3 Classic level (because the reforged remake of that mission was fucking terrible), except… you run out of minerals halfway through. whoops. you don’t have enough cash on hand to reach max supply and build all the bunkers. If youre expected to micro 10 reapers against infestors & defilers & seven zerglings swarming six (overlords) FIVE NEWBORN QUEENS four hydralisks three (roaches) two terran wraiths AND A BRAND NEW S C V~~~ then that’s just really bad design. anyway I figured out right at the end that a strategy may be to just build a CC in horner’s base and mine from his minerals, not like he’d mind since there were still 1K+ on each of his patches.

mission 3 is a three pronged holdout and it was actually pretty good until I realized oh no it’s not. see, a constant stream of lings roaches hydras mutas and the occasional swarm queen- not a brenda, but a BROOD WAR queen (so basically a brood lord)- come at your base. but you’ve got plenty of time to fill your mineral and gas saturation before any attack waves come. and your goal is to shove barracks units into various parts of the level which help further whittle down the incoming attack waves. now, I thought I’d be cheeky and go attack the enemy’s hive cluster once I capped out in supply, just to see if I could do it, because I do that with every terran campaign level, even in the first game. the mission very sternly told me several times NO NO DONT DO THAT DONT HAVE FUN YOUR WAY. STOP. DO THE MISSION THE WAY I WANT YOU TO >:( but I said fuck that. I pushed through and found… some static defense structures and aberrations. um. ok. I come in and I knock out everything and I’m like oh wait a second hold on where does the attack wave even come from??? and then an overlord came over from offscreen and I’m like oh ok yeah that makes sense they drop the reinforcements in from the enemy base so you can’t just cheese it like you can cheese welcome to the jungle and the dig (but not the devil’s playground since you still need the 8K). alright FINE game, you win this round. so I smiled the overlord, a-moved to my base, and camera’d over to reposition my SCVs to repair my tanks. and then half my army instantly died. because banelings just fucking spawned in on top of my army. and I saw hydras and lings and roaches too. and I realized oh my god the game is just spawning zerg on from out of thin air. because the computer is a cheating bastard. that’s never happened in the entirety of the other campaigns; every single enemy that spawns came from somewhere on the map. so they cut corners and did bullshit and then recorded voice lines to tell you not to peak behind the curtain. and then the second half is another metal gear solid level.

all in all the levels are enjoyable if sometimes a bit cheap.

and the story’s really cool. I like seeing matt & valerian, and of course nova is an intriguing character with a voice actress I admire and respect, so I’m glad to see her have some time in the sun. she basically fell off the face of the earth when she kidnapped jim at the start of HOTS so it’s nice to see her back in action. and I’m really looking to seeing my husband alarak again because I know he shows up. and I think I know what’s going on. I’m gonna call it right here, and I hope I’m wrong, but the plan of these Defenders Of Man sure smells a lot like the Sons Of Korhal, and if Mengsk SOMEHOW ISN’T FUCKING DEAD I’m gonna be disappointed but unsurprised since they retconned his death anyway to add him to the co-op commanders list. and it would make sense because something something amon something something the keystone something something bad writing but we need to make a sequel to a Very Definitive Ending and keep pumping out weekly content. but hey, if it’s a little bit of cheesy campy writing it’s fine, if it’s a little bit of forced handrails it’s fine, if it’s a little bit derivative of basically everything from the mid-2000s, it’s fine because the gameplay is still there. it’s still some solid top-quality RTS. and most importantly of all, it’s still a lot of fun.

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sarahscribbles · 3 years

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Don’t Go Tonight

Summary: While on a mission fighting against HYDRA you do the one thing you’re not supposed to do and get distracted. The price you pay is a high one.

Genre: Angst.

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

AN: V sorry if the ending seems a little rushed!

“Have I ever told you how ravishing you look in that suit?” Loki’s intoxicating voice drawled from behind you.

You met his reflection in the mirror as you finished buttoning your top half, giving him a lazy smirk. “You might have mentioned it once or twice.”

He pushed himself off the doorframe, walking easily to you and wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. “How about once more for luck?” His breath was warm on your neck as he lifted your hair to trail small kisses on the exposed skin. “You look absolutely bewitching, my love.”

“That’s...that’s not really the effect I’m going for...heading to fight some HYDRA guys,” you managed to retort, half distracted as Loki continued his assault on your neck. How the hell were you going to kick ass if all you could think about out there was how good Loki’s lips felt against your skin.

“We could always sit this one out,” Loki said suggestively, making you certain he could definitely read your mind despite saying otherwise.

You couldn’t help but laugh. Like Tony would ever let you live down sitting out a mission to sleep with your boyfriend. “Nice try, silvertongue. We’re going.” You wrested yourself from his grip, causing him to whine slightly.

Suddenly, though, you had an idea.

“Buuuut how about we make things a little more interesting?” You moulded yourself against him again, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a sly smile.

Loki quirked an eyebrow at you, his grin matching your own. “I’m listening.”

“We’re going to keep a tally of how many assholes we kill out there today. Whoever kills the most is the winner,” you paused for just a second, leaning close to graze his lips without kissing him, “and they get to do whatever they want to the loser,” you finished in a whisper.

Immediately, you saw the glint of mischief light up his eyes. “Oh, I like this,” he said, and you could almost hear the filthy thoughts in his head. “What a little minx.” His hands roamed to squeeze your ass as he kissed you, a kiss that marked the beginning of battle.

“Let the best man win,” you said when you finally pulled apart, Tony’s shouts summoning everyone to the Quinjet only slightly killing the mood.

“I intend to.” Loki winked at you.

Rolling your eyes you laced your fingers with his. “So confident for someone who’s going to get his ass kicked,” you said cheerily, relishing the thought of the night ahead.

The rest of the team were gathered by the jet when you both finally made it there, Tony rolling his eyes at the sight of your clasped hands.

“I swear to God the two of you are worse than teenagers.” He said, making some adjustment to whatever new gadget he was taking with him.

“How’s your headboard, Tony? It sounded like it was in a fight with your wall last night.” You retorted and heard Loki snort beside you. You squeezed his hand.

“You’re an ass.” Tony pointed his pen at you before making his way onto the jet. You stuck out your tongue at his retreating figure.

Once on the jet you took your place beside Loki to listen to Steve’s “briefing” on the plan of attack. It was so mind-numbingly dull and identical to every speech he gave before every mission that before long you had completely zoned out. Here and there you heard him give instructions about where you needed to be, as usual you were teamed up with Loki, Nat and Thor. Your own dream team. Steve rattled on about positions and the importance of keeping to them, very forcefully describing what the HYDRA agents would attempt to do despite the entire team having faced them down on multiple occasions before this. You couldn’t help but wonder if Steve had written down and memorised this speech…

Loki’s hands snaked up the outside of your thighs and your back arched in response

You snapped back to reality. Where had that image come from?

His lips lowered to leave a trail of wet kisses along your stomach, his hair ticking your sides as it fell around his face. At a teasingly slow pace his lips moved lower and lower, but as you tried to move your hands the magic tying them to the headboard kept them torturously in place.

You twisted your head to look at Loki whose face was the picture of innocence, but that unmistakable glint still lit up his eyes. The asshole was doing it on purpose. You glared at him in warning and saw the corners of his mouth twitch.

“Hey!” Steve raised his voice in your direction. “Are you listening? This is important. Take your eyes off loverboy and pay attention!”

You fought against rolling your eyes. “I’ve fought these guys millions of times, Cap. A little distraction isn’t going to get me killed.”

Steve continued to glare at you. “Pay attention.” He repeated and went back to his monologue.

For the rest of the journey you paid more attention to Steve for a quiet life more than anything, although Loki continued his tirade of driving you to distraction. As you sat with your elbows on your knees and your chin resting on your fists, you felt him begin to lazily draw shapes on your back. Even through the layers of your suit his touch still caused you to shiver involuntarily and you heard his quiet laughter when you did. He was fully aware of the effect he had on you.

You were almost relieved when the Quinjet touched down. Fighting an army of HYDRA agents would be a good way of distracting you from how badly you wanted Loki. This mission couldn’t end quickly enough…

As the Quinjet door lowered, however, the HYDRA agents were standing awaiting you. Someone had tipped them off.

“Ok then.” Tony said as he flipped his visor down. “The new plan is to forget about the old plan and just kick some ass. Let’s go!”

Like a bloodhound let off its leash you were straight into battle. Your adrenaline was flowing as you beat agents to the ground, easily disarming them and taking pleasure in their pleas for mercy. While you were never going to be a killing machine like Nat, years under the tutelage of Steve and her made you more than capable of holding your own.

Before long you had taken down four agents, and had another one currently on his knees. His arm was twisted severely behind his back and his pathetic whimpers were music to your ears. You rammed your knife into his back and he went silent, slumping over onto the ground. One more down.

Across the way you caught Loki’s eye and your heart fluttered.

“That’s my girl.” You saw him mouth with the tiniest hint of a smile as he finished off his own pain in the ass.

You winked and held up a hand to show that your tally was now at five. He gave you a wicked grin in response and held up a hand and one finger. Six.

Damn him.

You watched him smoothly turn to begin his seventh victim and allowed yourself a moment of luxury to marvel at him. That beautiful man, that god, had somehow fallen in love with you. You didn’t know how the fates had organised it but you were more and more thankful each day that he was yours and you were his. He was everything you never knew you’d wanted.

When he wrapped himself around you each night, his arm locked securely around your waist, you felt as though no physical harm could ever come to you, and when he buried himself inside you, you felt that you could cry with the sheer amount of love you had for him. Loki had become home for you and you couldn’t imagine how your life would be without him.

You knew him by heart, every last inch of him, and he had yet to show you a part of himself that you didn’t love. When he finally trusted you enough to tell you about his time spent with Thanos, you held him so tight your arms ached the next day; when he opened up to you about how worthless and insignificant Odin had made him feel his entire life, you doubled up on the affection until there was no doubt in his mind that you loved him more than anything on the earth.

And when he finally fell apart in front of you one night, completely letting his guard down, you stayed up all night putting him back together, waking up late the next afternoon with his head resting on your chest. You adored him and you spent every day of the rest of your life making sure he never felt unloved or unwanted again, and heaven help anyone who tried to hurt him while you were near. There was nothing you would not do for him.

In your distracted state you only heard the bang of the gun when it was too late. Time seemed to slow as the bullet hit you square in the chest and lodged itself firmly in the back of your ribcage. You let out a little “oh” as you glanced down, the blood already pooling through your suit, and you went down.

You heard Thor’s scream, saw Nat take off after whoever had shot the gun, and felt Loki by your side before you hit the ground. You had never seen him look so terrified. His face was a mask of fear and panic.

“Are you alright? Where did it hit you?” He asked, his eyes desperately trying to locate the source of your injuries.

Unable to speak, you pulled your hand away from where it had been stemming the blood pouring from the wound in your chest, the action taking a lot more strength than you knew it should. Your hand was dripping red.

Loki’s face dropped. “No,” he whispered. “You’re going to be alright.” His voice was shaking in a way you’d never heard it before.

You wanted to believe him. You wanted to believe that he’d get you back on the jet and take you to the medical wing of the compound and Tony’s army of doctors would have you stitched back together in no time, but the speed and volume of blood you were losing coupled with the sheer effort it was taking to even remain conscious was telling you something different.

This had been your last battle.

“Lo...Loki…” you managed to force out, ignoring the metallic taste of blood that had risen to your mouth. You saw the exact moment he realised just how seriously you were hurt. “Hold...my hand.”

You saw the battle going on within him. If he held your hand it was admitting that he knew you were dying, but if he didn’t and that had been your last ask of him…

He took your hand, his grip so tight you thought your bones would shatter. As he looked over his shoulder to call again for help, you realised with fear just how difficult it was to return his grip.

It was happening too fast.

“Darling, look at me.” Loki’s voice was still shaking and his eyes were terrified. “You’re going to be alright. Focus on me and keep breathing. It’s all going to be fine.” His eyes never left yours as he gently pushed some bloodied strands of hair away from your face.

“Loki…” You tried to speak, though the effort was almost too much.

“Shhh, pet. Save your strength. Keep focusing on me.”

The gentleness in his voice was almost too much. Could he really not tell you were dying? Or was he in denial?

You could feel your life draining away and felt anger. All the dreams you’d had about your future with Loki were being cruelly snapped away. You would never marry him, you would never have his child or make a lifetime of memories with him. You would never make sure he went a single day without knowing how loved he was.

You wanted to stay.

It was getting harder and harder to fight. You could feel your body beginning to shut down and your grip on Loki’s hand was getting weaker and weaker.

“Loki…” You tried again.

When he looked at you, there were tears shining in his eyes. “Please,” he begged, his voice a ragged whisper. “Please don’t.”

You attempted to give him a smile. “...s’ok,” you managed to slur out, wanting nothing more than to comfort him.

“No. No!” He was shaking his head. “I’m going to stop this. You’re not leaving me.” Loki’s voice was shaking like you’d never heard it shake before. He was struggling to keep himself together and it completely broke you.

“H...hey...look...look at me,” you pulled his attention back to you. “You’re going to...have so much to tell me...when I see you again.” You forced the sentence out, fought to give him what you hoped was another smile, and your hand slipped out of his.

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laedback-taurus · 3 years

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No one touches his girl

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: none Word Count: 1622 A/n: This is pretty much an insert of you into the events of Madripoor, with an overprotective Bucky.

The relationship between you and Bucky is an odd one, anyone can see that you both deeply care for each other but neither of you has told the other this. You had stayed by Steve’s side as he did everything to save his best friend from the hold of Hydra, falling for the broken man as you did so.

You had made vow to yourself that when he came out of the ice again in Wakanda, you would be there, you were going to do whatever you could to help Bucky free himself from the Winter Soldier, Bucky falling for you as you did so.

You stood by his side during the battle in Wakanda, only to end up losing him in the end. Losing him had devastated you, you had been by his side for so long now that you did not know what to do without him.

You had worked tirelessly with Steve and Nat to find a way to bring everyone back, to bring Bucky back to you, but you always failed. Until Scott appeared with his theory of time travel, then Tony figured it out and that is when you knew that all hope was not lost.

You had found him during the heat of the battle against Thanos, running to him as soon as you locked eyes with him. He opened his arms and you crashed into him, mumbling into his chest about how much you missed him. He kissed your hair and told you to save it for later, we had a war to win.

You had been there for him when Steve left him, choosing Peggy over him. You could tell it hurt him; he just didn’t want to show it in front of his childhood friend. You held his hand as he looked at Steve, who lived a full life in their time without him.

You had stayed in touch with him in the weeks after the final battle, he got himself an apartment, which you had a key to visited often, he was going to therapy and was apparently “making amends”. You were sitting with him when the new Captain America was announced, demanding that you go with him to find Sam, to which he objected but of course you won and set off with him.

And now you were here, in Madripoor, with Sam dressed like a pimp, Bucky dressed as the Winter Soldier and with Zemo of all people. You followed Zemo through what he referred to las Low Town, sticking close to Bucky, your silver dress not leaving much to the imagination. If you had been paying much attention you would have noticed how much Bucky hated the attention you were getting because of it. His jaw clenched as he started down a few men who were looking you up and down with clearly bad intentions. You enter the club with men, making your way over to the bar, you could hear all the whispers in crowd over Bucky’s presence. You did catch a few women sending him flirty looks, which you didn’t appreciate at all, although you did have to admit, he looked incredible in his Winter Soldier outfit.

You stood at the bar, still quite close to Bucky for security, watching Zemo interact with the bartender.

“The usual?” he asked Sam who gave a short nod. The bartender pulled out a snake, placing it the bench and began cutting it open. You quickly turned away at the sight, looking at Bucky, who was leaning against the bar. He sent you a subtle concerned look, you smiled to let him know that you were alright. You stayed facing Bucky, knowing that Sam was about to down the shot behind you. Suddenly a man appeared behind the four of you, all of you turning to face him when he spoke.

“I got word from on high. You ain’t welcome here” He warned, his attention on Zemo.

“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me…” He gestured towards Bucky.

“New haircut?” the guy asked, Bucky just stared back at him. You were getting slightly uncomfortable, and Bucky was picking up on this.

“or bring Selby for chat” Zemo finished. The guy walked away, shaking his head slightly.

“A Power Broker? Really?” Bucky asked Zemo.

“Every kingdom needs its king, lets just pray we stay off his radar” Zemo replied.

“Do you know him?” You asked.

“Only by reputation. In Madripoor he is judge, jury and executioner” as Zemo spoke you noticed another man slowly approaching you. “Winter Soldier” Zemo spoke in Russian, Bucky nodded.

“Attack” He said, just as the man placed his hand on your shoulder. The frighten look on your face was enough to set Bucky off. He grabbed the man’s hand, twisting it back away from shoulder. Bucky looked back at you quickly as if to check if you were alright then proceeded to slam the man into the ground. You watched as more men advanced on Bucky, him taking them all down with ease.

You would be lying if you said that you weren’t slightly flattered by how quick Bucky was to protect you and you did kind of like the over protectiveness of his actions but seeing him now, it was as if nothing had changed, he could revert back to the Winter Soldier so easily.

“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form” Zemo stated to both you and Sam. He was right and you hated that he was. You placed your hand on Bucky’s metal arm when Zemo spoke. “Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us” He whispered to you.

“Well done, Soldier” Zemo spoke in Russian once again.

“Selby will see you now” the bartender spoke as Bucky let go of the man he had pined to the bar, letting him fall to the ground. Zemo turned to leave, you looked at Bucky, worried about him.

“You okay?” You asked, he just looked at you and went to follow Zemo.

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So, deal with Selby did not go to plan at all. The four of you had been running down a street, trying to dodge the bullets being fired at you when you turned into an alleyway. Bucky stood ready to protect you when suddenly shots were fired from a window above, saving you from the goons that had been after you. Turns out the person who had saved you all was Sharon, who was now living in Madripoor after stealing cap’s shield and Sam’s wings. She had taken you all back to her place, sending the men in one direction to clean up and change, taking you in another. She brought you into a dressing room and motioned to the clothes around the room.

“Pick anyone you like and change into it; I’m going to check in with the others” She said with a smile as she left you be.

It had taken a while, but you soon settled on a satin emerald, green dress that had thing straps, a low v at the chest and followed out from the cinch at your waist. You were struggling with the zipper at the back when there was a knock on the door.

“Yes?” You called out, turning to the door, holding the front of your dress up, so it didn’t fall down and expose you.

“It’s Bucky” an all too familiar voice replied.

“Come in” You offered, and the door slowly opened. There stood Bucky in all black, everything fit him perfectly, from the pants to the blazer, he looked gorgeous. “Perfect timing Buck, I can’t zip my dress up, could you get it for me?” You asked hopefully.

“Of course, Doll” He smiled, kicking the door shut on his way over to you, you turned so that your back was to him. You felt him gently move your hair aside, he swiftly zipped your dress up for you, something you didn’t expect wad him placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder, making you smile and blush slightly. “You look beautiful” He told you, resting his chin on your shoulder, his hands finding you waist.

“You don’t look too bad yourself” You admitted, turning around to face him, his hands back on your hips and your hands now resting on his chest. “Are you okay?” You asked, he knew exactly what you were referring to.

“I’m okay, I was more worried about you” He admitted.

“Me?” You asked.

“Yeah, you looked frightened when that man put his hand on you, something snapped in me seeing you like that…I didn’t like having to see another man touch you” He said, looking straight into your eyes now.

“I didn’t like having another man touch me” You admitted. He smiled at you, moving his hands from your waist to cup your cheeks.

“I was waiting until I was free, until I could fully trust myself and I know that this is probably way overdue by a few years but…y/n, can I kiss you?” He asked, already leaning in slightly, his nose brushing against yours.

“Of course, you can Bucky” He smiled at your response and brought your lips to meet his. The kiss was full of all the unspoken love between the two of you, the longing for each other all these years and just pure passion. Bucky pulled away and rested his forehead on yours, hands still cupping your now warm cheeks.

“No one touches my girl” He whispered, making you smile, knowing that you were now his and he was yours.

“I’m all yours” You smiled before pulling him down by his blazer and kissing him again.

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