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olstansoul · 4 months
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WINTERWITCH NATION WE ARE RAISING UP AGAIN!!!!
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deepinthelight · 8 months
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Infinity War Wanda and Bucky
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morevicethanvirtue · 8 months
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IT IS FINISHED.
Holy shit.
Wake Up: A WinterWitch fanfic
Wanda Maximoff barely survived her imprisonment on The Raft with the other Rogue Avengers, but living in the aftermath proves to be even more terrifying. On the run, Wanda tries to overcome her trauma with the help of her fellow Rogues, but it’s complicated. For starters, her powers keep pulling other people into her ptsd flashbacks, for some reason she feels safest with a deadly ex-assassin with a metal arm, and Hydra isn’t done with them yet.
When Hydra makes its move, it’s going to take more than the Rogues to defeat them and deal with the aftermath. Can the Avengers reconcile and come together to defeat Hydra and these new threats of prophecies, witches, and magic?
(art was AI generated and edited by me)
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thiscrimsonsoul · 8 months
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‘Because I love you!’ (Bucky; @mxrvelouscreations
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Wanda didn't know what to say to that. Maybe she'd been a little bit defensive when Bucky said he wanted to stick around and make sure she was okay, but she just didn't see what was in it for him. He had his own problems, serious ones, and she didn't want to make them worse. Because he didn't deserve that, and she liked him a lot. She... loved him too. And she'd learned over the years that the best way for her to love someone was to... not. Everyone she loved ended up dead.
"I'm... I'm not..." she stammered, not knowing how best to say this. "People always die around me... and... I don't want you to become one of them. I'm not sure it's worth it... for you... to um..." ...love me. "I'll only complicate your life and make it worse." It hurt to push him away, but she was doing it for his own good.
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dontcare77ghj · 2 years
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Wanda x reader x Bucky
A/N; Holy crap I got this to work! Yay!
Growing up, it had always been the three of you. Your parents had worked together long before any of you were born, and when you, Wanda and Bucky were all born within two years of each other, it was only natural you all became friends.
When you were kids, your favourite game had been to copy your parents. If you knew back then you would still be copying them all these years later, you're not sure any of you would have played.
F/N L/N, your father, had been the head of the Avengers Syndicate, the ruling mob of New York, for decades. 
It was a job passed down to him from his father and one he passed down to you. 
Bucky and Wanda's parents had been his right and left-hand men. Just like Bucky and Wanda were yours now.
Not that anyone outside of the Avengers and a handful of trustworthy business partners knew that.
Your father had come up with the plan just before he passed. Hiding your identity would keep you safe, off anyone's radar, and allow you the best view of those around you.
For all anyone knew, Bucky or Wanda was in charge, and you were just their little wife.
But when you revealed yourself, people were quick to change their minds.
"Love, that's the second time the alarm's gone off." Wanda hummed as she pressed light kisses to your neck.
"And? Why should I care?" You groaned, making no effort to move away.
"Because it's a meeting you actually have to attend, hon," Wanda smirked as you whined. 
"And why can't you or Bucky go?" You asked, rolling over to face her.
"Because I already have a meeting today," Bucky said, exiting the ensuite dressed in a dark suit. "Stevie and I are going to go deal with Hammer for Tony today."
"Better you than me." You said, causing Bucky to narrow his eyes.
"You think I wanna deal with Hammer's dumbass?" 
"No one wants to deal with Hammer ever. Why do you think he's had three new assistants this month alone?" Wanda rolled her eyes.
"Because Tony offers them a better paycheck?" You guessed, causing Bucky to chuckle. 
"Just get dressed, love. You don't want to make T'chaka wait, do you?" Wanda rose a brow as she stood from the bed.
"No, because he's too nice about it, and that alone makes me feel guilty." You groaned, pushing yourself to your feet. 
"Think about it this way. He could shoot you for being late." Bucky suggested, causing you to roll your eyes. 
"I did not threaten to shoot Richards. I simply told him I'd break his kneecaps if he caused someone else to get injured again." You reminded the man. 
"And it was sexy as hell," Bucky said, walking over to you and pulling you into his chest.
"You have a kink for me threatening people?" You rose a brow.
"Why don't we find out?" Bucky smirked.
"Oy! Separate sides of the room, you two!" Wanda snapped, throwing a shirt at your head. 
"C'mon, Wands, why won't you let us have a little fun?"
"Because if the two of you start something, it's not going to be a little fun, is it?" Wanda shook her head. "I have a meeting with Pepper this morning, and if either of you causes me to be late, I will personally feed you both to the dogs."
"Hot." You and Bucky said together as you pulled apart.
"I know I am," Wanda smirked. "Now, both of you, hurry up. We have work to do."
"What do you mean he's gone?" You demanded, slamming your hands on the desk.
"Boss, I,"
"I don't want to hear your excuses!" You snapped, narrowing your eyes at the man. "You went with Barnes and Rogers to meet Hammer today. Bucky was taken, Steve was shot and is now fighting for his life in the hospital, and somehow you're the only one alright? All of this in broad daylight?"
"Boss, I swear I,"
"And as if that wasn't enough to dig your grave, I now have to deal with the police?"
"Y/N, I didn't mean,"
"Enough!" You cut him off with a wave of your hand. "Clint, I have a job for you." You said, not taking your eyes off the trembling underling in front of you.
"Yes, Boss?"
"Take Samson here down to the basement." You said, causing the man to whimper. "I have more questions for him."
"You got it, Y/N." Clint chuckled, pulling the man out of your office.
"Any news on Steve?" You asked, sinking into your office chair.
"Nat said he pulled through the surgery," Wanda said, sitting on the edge of your desk. "Looks like he'll make a clean recovery."
"Good." You sighed, rubbing your face.
"Y/N, we're gonna get him back," Wanda promised you.
"He never should have been taken." You shook your head. "I should have made him take more people with him."
"He was just going to be threatening Hammer. It was a job he and Steve could more than handle. Even with that vyrodok." Wanda told you.
"He's posing as me to the rest of the world." You reminded Wanda. "Both of you. You should both be with people at all times now."
"Y/N, you can't go down this road. You'll go insane with paranoia." Wanda tsked, moving to stand between your thighs.
"Maybe that's good. Maybe I should have been thinking like this long ago." You sighed. "My father wouldn't have forgotten a detail like this."
"Y/N, your father, rest his soul, was already more paranoid than everyone in the state of New York," Wanda told you. "If he had tried to order guards around your mother, she would have gone insane and left him. Wouldn't she?"
"Are you saying you'll leave me if I try to protect the two of you?" You asked, feeling your chest clench.
"No. No, you're stuck with the two of us until the world implodes." Wanda promised you, placing her hand on your cheek. "I'm saying don't make us feel like prisoners in this relationship."
"I never would, you know that." You said, leaning into Wanda's hand.
"I do." Wanda smiled. "But I need you on your A-game right now."
"We need to get Bucky back."
"And we will." Wanda nodded. "But first, there is the rather pressing matter that Fury has called me to say two of his agents will be here tomorrow."
"Of course, they will be." You frowned. "Do we know who?"
"He said he was sending Maria and Jim," Wanda said.
"Good, someone on our side."
"But he has to send a trainee with them." Wanda continued, causing you to wince.
"Lovely." You said, rising to a stand. "Do me a favour?"
"Of course."
"Go deal with the man in the basement for me?" You asked, playing with Wanda's hair. "He knows something."
"I think you're right." Wanda hummed. "I'll try and leave you something to play with," Wanda said before leaning down to kiss you. 
"Try and leave him coherent this time?"
"No promise," Wanda smirked. "And what'll you be up?"
"I'm going to start tearing apart this city." You told your wife. "I'll burn it to the ground if I have to."
"If I were a sane person, I might think you enjoy that too much," Bucky commented as you shed yourself from your bloody shirt.
"And what do you think as a non-sane person?" You a rose at the man in the mirror.
"I think you let him off too easy." Bucky shrugged.
"Oh, really?" You scoffed, turning to face the man. "You think that shell of a man I left downstairs was me going too easy?"
"I do," Bucky said, moving towards you so he was standing in front of you. "He hurt Wanda. He killed Pietro."
"Trust me, I haven't forgotten why he's in my basement." You grit your teeth. "I wanted to let her decide what happens to him. Think of it as a getting better present."
"Very chivalrous." Bucky hummed, his hand finding its way to the back of your neck. 
"Wanda's already claimed dibs, so don't try and change my mind." You murmured, your hands resting on his shoulders.
"I think I can be very persuasive, doll."
"Oh, yeah? Why don't you show me?"
"Miss L/N, I presume?" Maria Hill asked as you opened the front door. "I'm with the police department."
"You're here about Bucky, aren't you?" You asked, wringing the teatowel in your hands. "Please, don't be here to tell me he's dead." You begged, widening your eyes for effect. "My heart can't handle that."
"No, ma'am. Can we come in?" James Rhodes asked before you ushered him in.
"Of course, sit, sit, please." You moved the three into the sitting room. "Please, I need some good news. Tell me, do you have some?"
"Ma'am, unfortunately, we don't have much news," Rhodey said, discretely tapping his ear.
It hasn't left the department.
"Surely, there must be something." You pleaded, wringing your hands in your lap. "Street camera footage? Someone, anyone, who could have seen anything?"
"I'm very sorry, but no, we don't have any evidence at the moment," Maria told you, moving her ponytail from one shoulder to another.
Everything you've asked for has been removed from evidence or destroyed.
"Oh, God." You cried, burying your face in your hands.
"Miss L/N," The trainee started before you cut him off.
"Mrs." You said, sitting upright and pretending to wipe your eyes. "He's not dead yet. And neither's my wife."
"Mrs L/N, is there anyone who would want to hurt your husband? Any list of enemies?" The kid questioned you.
"No, Bucky doesn't have any enemies. He's a good man." You said, causing the kid to scoff and Maria and Rhodey to glare at him.
"No offence, ma'am, but that's not what the rumours say." He said, causing your spine to straighten.
"I know what rumours you're talking about and they are unfounded. And it is probably because of rumours like this ad the people that believe them that my husband has been taken." You snapped before Natasha entered the room.
"Y/N, your mother is on her way." Natasha interrupted.
"Thank you, Natasha." You smiled at your friend before turning to the three police officers. "I'd thank you to leave now." 
"Of course, Mrs L/N." Maria nodded before pulling the trainee to his feet as she and Rhodey stood. "We'll be in contact if we have any leads." She said, and the three of them made their leave.
"How was I?" You asked Natasha once the front door closed.
"You sounded like a housewife from the fifties." Natasha rolled her eyes as you grinned. 
"Perfect. How long until Bruce gets back here?" You said, standing and walking towards the basement.
"He's five minutes away. Bruce would also like to petition for a new undercover name. Apparently, he doesn't like being called mother." Natasha smirked. "I volunteered 'Daddy', but I didn't think Wanda or Bucky would appreciate hearing that come out of your mouth."
"I think I'll let you keep that word, thanks, Nat." You fake gagged as you entered the soundproofed section of the basement. "Oh, honey, I'm home." You called, causing Wanda to turn away from the man that was sobbing in front of her.
"Sorry, I mighta broken him," Wanda said, wiping her red hands on her scarlet top. "But it turns out you were right. He knew a lot, and I didn't like what he said."
"Don't worry, love. We've all broken one or two." You said, moving to stand behind her. "Besides, we have another on the way." You hummed, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your chin on her shoulder. 
"You can have this one," Wanda told you. 
"Oh, I intend to."
"You've got blood in your hair, Y/N," Wanda said, entering your shower.
"I literally washed my hair already." You said as Wanda squirted shampoo into her hands.
"Yes, but you always miss a bit of it," Wanda said as she began to wash your hair. 
"After all this is over, I'm taking you and Bucky far away for a vacation." You sighed, closing your eyes at the feeling of Wanda's fingers in your hair.
"Bucky's been planning us a trip for the last month," Wanda admitted.
"What? Really?" You asked before wincing at the shampoo in your eyes.
"Keep your eyes closed." Wanda scolded. "But yes. I found the plans on his desk."
"Oh, he's not keeping secrets."
"No, he's not." Wanda chuckled. "He somehow got Tony to lend us his private island next month."
"How'd Tony keep his mouth shut?" You asked, causing Wanda to snort. "We're going on that vacation, you know? And Bucky's coming with us." You said, turning to face the woman.
"I know. Do you know that?" Wanda rose a brow.
"You're damn right I do." You nodded before there was the sound of knocking on the door.
"You two better put some clothes on!" Natasha yelled. "We got a location!"
"The plan is simple!" You announced as Bruce drove the black van towards Bucky's location. "Kill anyone with a weapon, find whoever looks in charge, keep them alive, and get Bucky out alive." You said.
"Oh, so the standard then?" Clint joked receiving flat looks from you and Wanda.
"Y/N, Wanda, please, remember, you need to keep your heads in this." Natasha reminded you.
"Natasha, we understand business," Wanda said, pulling on a pair of brass knuckles Bucky had painted red for her.
"And right now, our business is getting Bucky back." You told the woman.
"Y/N, we're here," Bruce said as the van stopped five minutes away from where Bucky was being held.
"No mercy." You said, loading your gun before exiting the vehicle.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Hey, easy! I'm delicate." Bucky whined as Steve helped him into your bed. 
"Sure, you are, pal." Steve chuckled before turning to you and Wanda. "Need any more help with this jerk, just give me a buzz." He told you. "We won't be far."
"Thank you, Steve." Wanda smiled as Bucky whined.
"No, don't call him! He almost dropped me three times!" Bucky complained. 
"He did that because he loves you." You said, moving to sit beside the man. "And you're going to take his help because as much as Wanda and I love you, neither of us is carrying you anywhere."
"Where's the love in that?" Bucky asked as Steve left the three of you alone. 
"The love in that is we have Zemo in the basement." Wanda sing-song.
"Really? Help me up!" Bucky said, making grabbing hands at the woman.
"Not until your shoulder heals," Wanda said, hitting his hands away from her.
"Y/N, tell Wanda I'm fine," Bucky said, turning to you before frowning. "Y/N? You with us?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. No, I'm with Wanda on this one." You said, shaking your head. 
"Want to tell us what's going on in there?" Bucky asked, reaching up to tap your forehead.
"Just thinking about how I'm never letting you anywhere near Hammer's place again." You told him.
"Overprotective." Wanda coughed, causing Bucky to laugh.
"I know, but I'm serious. If someone has to go that way again, it's not you. And whoever it is is going with a legion of men." You said.
"Zemo's territory is yours now, Y/N." Bucky reminded you. "His men are nothing without him, and Hammer's no threat to anyone without his protection."
"His territory is ours." You corrected the man. "But it's messy, and there will be uprisings."
"Nothing we haven't dealt with before." Bucky shrugged.
"One of us could get hurt again." You pointed out.
"Pain is a part of life," Wanda said. "We've felt it before, and we'll feel it again before we die."
"Scary, Wands." Bucky shivered, causing Wanda to smile and kiss his head. "But the point is, we're going to be fine. Wanda's going to be fine, you're going to be fine, and in four to six weeks, I will be more than fine." 
"Because this is business, our business, and we're fucking good at it," Wanda said, reaching over to take your hand.
"Yeah. Yeah, we are." You nodded.
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ruckystarnes · 1 year
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Title: Family Recipe
Author: RuckyStarnes
Square Filled/Daily Challenge/Prompt: Day 13 | Secret Family Recipe
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Wanda Maximoff
Warnings: fluff
Rating: Teen
Written for/Dedicated to: @flufftober
Summary: Wanda wanted to make something for Bucky that she remember her mother making when she was young. She got up early and made her way to the kitchen, brewing coffee before setting off to make the yeasted dough and the chocolate filling. She didn't hear him come down the stairs and wasn't aware of his presence until his hand slid over her arm and up to her neck to pull her back against him as he kissed her neck.
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sincerethoughtsblog · 2 years
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If I say this is her best costume then what
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muffinwalloper · 11 months
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finnicks · 2 years
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you came back as the underdog
mcu (wandavision/tfatws) | wanda/bucky | part twelve 11.6k, explicit. After the events of Westview, Wanda’s content to isolate herself away from the rest of the world in Sokovia. Unfortunately for her, Bucky has other plans.
He needs to go. And Wanda can’t forbid him from leaving.
Despite how tempting it is to rewind the tape and keep him trapped in yesterday forever, Wanda lets him go. It’s a lesson she’s been hoping to unlearn. She had let Pietro go and he had never returned. She had tried to keep Vision and he had taken to his knees and begged to be let go for the greater good. She turns onto her side and buries her face into his metal shoulder, and knows that he’ll change the tide and come back to her.
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softly-potter · 6 months
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Still Friends | Chapter 18: New Day
Summary: After a chance encounter at a party, Wanda and Bucky find they have more in common than they realized.
This fic is heavily inspired by 'Friends' by my lovely friend Poppy. She is aware of this fic and I've been given permission for this marvel-version retelling! If you haven't read her dramione fic 'Friends', I HIGHLY suggest it. I fell in love with the story and couldn't help but wonder, what if it was Wanda and Bucky instead of Hermione and Draco? Thus "Still Friends" was born. Enjoy!
Pairing: Bucky X Wanda
Word Count: 33,068
Warning: smut, drug use, depression
A/N: Find the rest of the chapters here; Chapter 1: Greetings | Chapter 2: Unloading | Chapter 3: Cherries | Chapter 4: Worth the Wait | Chapter 5: Books | Cha pter 6: Grief | Chapter 7: Unlikely | Chapter 8: Happy Birthday, Solider | Chapter 9: A Christmas Moment | Chapter 10: The Best Holiday | Chapter 11: Permission | Chapter 12: Revitalize | Chapter 13: Backstabber | Chapter 14: Luck of the Dead | Chapter 15: Pain Reliever | Chapter 16: Apologize | Chapter 17: Specially Gifted
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May 9th, 2028
Solitude is something he had always craved, but now that he had it he wasn’t so sure. He’s completely and utterly alone, and he’s the only person to blame.
I fucking hate you, is something that had crossed his lips.
Kate is only here because she needs parents, not because she actually wants anything to do with you, he had screamed.
I’m glad your family was fucking snapped, he had sobbed.
He’s pretty sure that was the last straw.
Bucky doesn’t know what cruel god had allowed him into the lives of Laura and Clint, but he knew it was an unfair one. They were nothing but good to him, and he despised them for it. They did more for him than Wanda or anyone ever could. Cleaned for him, cooked his meals, washed him. Held his hand, told him the truth.
And still he’d said all those things.
It was painful, watching them go. Knowing they wouldn’t come back. He’d finally broken them down, shown them who he really was. He was someone who didn’t deserve friends like Laura and Clint.
He was crushing them, holding them back. Ruining their family.
He gave them the push that they needed, freeing them of the burden that is himself.
Sam had reached out a few times, even stopped by his apartment, but Bucky had screamed at him, threatened his sister, and that had been enough to stop Sam from ever trying again. Good for him.
Sif stopped showing up in the mornings, but he was still able to get his alcohol, and he was happy that she hadn’t taken that away too. Maybe she had rekindled things with Thor, maybe they’d made up.
He hopes they did.
Curled on the floor of his shower, Bucky holds his knees to his chest, the tears mixing with the water and feels himself tremble.
This is all he deserves. The bottom of the barrel. He had thought that was Hydra, the brain washing, but he’d been wrong. He’s an alcoholic, but his super soldier body refuses to give in, refusing to let him succumb to the addiction.
The people in his life didn’t deserve to be around that. Not even her.
He loves them, all of them, with his entire being, but he wants them to think the opposite. Let them think the worst of him; that way, they won’t mourn when he’s gone.
May 27th, 2028
Bucky is so inebriated he can’t even attempt to workout. Not that he’s been working out these past few weeks anyway, but at least the venture had been made. He slouches on the front door, his feet wobbly in his view, and he lurches, feeling the vomit rising before it happens. Spilling the little contents of his stomach onto the sidewalk, he presses his face against the glass of the door, the cool feeling soothing against his hot skin.
The 24hour gym is completely empty, and he’s grateful no one is around to see him like this. It's pathetic really, and he sniffs, eyes trying to focus on the tv. He can’t hear it from outside, but he squints, makes out figures on the screen.
Lead is lighter than his blood when he sees her.
Dressed in white, Wanda is ethereal. She looks nervous, her hands twisting on the arm of Clint as he walks with her down a stretch of carpet.
Bucky is breathing harshly as he reads the headline outloud.
“Avengers…renew vows in..m-much anticipated w-wedding renewal.”
Clint pats the hand that is on his arm gently, handing her over to a patient and handsomely-dressed Vision. They smile at one another and lace their fingers. Bucky can’t hear but their mouths move as a priest opens his bible, eyes only for each other. The priest begins his sermon, and the camera panels over the crowd.
Now sitting with his family, Clint smiles brightly at them, his arm wrapped around his wife as their three children look on. Kate sits behind them, her face gleeful.
Bucky spots many other faces he recognizes, Sam and Sarah, Bruce sitting behind Pepper and Morgan.
His chest aches when he realizes he hadn’t even been invited.
He’s glad he hadn’t been. He isn’t sure he could’ve taken it.
Heavy tears clog his throat, blurs his eyesight. He weeps for nothing and for everything. Sobs for his broken heart and broken life. Sobs for empty promises and ruined moments. Sobs for the girl he loved more than anything, the girl that couldn’t love him back.
May 27th, 9:58AM
He stirs as he sleeps, his forehead banging on the glass door as he jolts awake. He had passed out, slept against the wall, and his body ached. He hears quiet mummers, a few snickers as he cracks open his eyes.
“Uh..you ok sir?”
Bucky snaps up, his head pounding. Three men and a woman in suits surrounded him, staring curiously. The woman had a cellphone pressed to her ear, speaking quickly into her device.
He pales, and scrambles to his feet.
“Sir, I think you should wait here,” one of the men warned. Bucky wants to melt into the floor with embarrassment. His sick is a few feet away, dry and multiple shades of green.
This is really what his life has come to, it’s worse than his nightmares.
Bucky shoves passed the suit-claded individuals, stalks to his bike. He drops his keys once, twice, hands shaking, pressing it into the ignition. The ride starts off bumpy, and his vision is watery as he tries to focus. His only thoughts are on her.
She should’ve been up there with him, not the other guy.
He had taken care of her, loved her despite it all.
The idea of him and Wanda exchanging vows, buying a house, raising a family, made his heart sore, and then dive bomb as it would never happen. He clenches the gas harder, speeds up.
He wishes he could hate Vision. The android had taken her away from him, had stolen his one chance; but he knew that was horseshit. Vision hadn’t done anything but exist. He hadn’t made empty promises, he hadn’t lied. Wanda did.
And Bucky still couldn’t find it in himself to hate her. Not really.
The wind is wiping so fast it chills his bones. It’s exhausting, the physical and emotional toll of being in love with her, and he wants to out-run it. His bike gains speed, and his teeth chatter.
It had been so long since he felt good, or at least didn’t feel bad. He needed it to stop, just for a moment. He just needed a break.
The wind roars in his ears but its silent in his head. Quiet moments where there’s nothing but the high pitched squeal of emptiness is all he desires, the only solace he has; he drives faster.
He swerves cooly around a slower moving vehicle, lane splitting between the left and right. A driver flips him off, honks their horn. He ignores it.
His pulse is pumping through his ears, the adrenal coursing quickly, and he feels nauseous hit him but he doesn’t slow down.
Moving around another car, his eyes flit from the road to his hands. The same hands that used to hold her, caress her face. They’re useless now.
Another car honks and he grunts, speeding up to split between the lanes.
Bucky wasn’t sure if he should go faster. He didn’t really want to, his cheeks ached and his head was pounding. But the world had treated him harshly and there’s only so much he can take.
He had tried, he really did. Gave it his best shot. But he had acquired happiness, and it seemed like it wasn’t supposed to be. Because of the after, after the dust settles and everyone moves on, his heart can’t heal.
The liquor had never been a part of his plan, not really. But it had been so easy, had hurt so little.
A horn sounds from his left and he swerves hard, narrowly avoiding a Nissan as it slowed down to avoid him, its horn blaring.
“May I give you a hug?”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
He would kill to hold her right about now.
Eyes stinging, Bucky bites down on his cheek hard, tastes the copper as he accelerates. He stops trying to weave around cars, instead lane splits completely.
“I was selfish, I wanted you for as long as I could.”
He wonders where they’ll go for their long-overdue honeymoon. He hopes it's somewhere nice, somewhere warm so she wouldn’t be cold. Somewhere without cameras so he can’t watch it on the news.
“I love you, I do,” she gasps, eyes rapid. “Don’t do this.”
Cars honk as he wizzes by, his handlebar clips a car's mirror. He can’t tell what time it is, but it must be early.
A brand new day. His last new day.
When the semi honks, he doesn’t hear it. Barely feels himself lose his balance, doesn’t really register that he’s airborne. He’s light as a feather as his bike collides with the truck, the sound of breaking glass and crunching metal is muted below him.
Maybe if he gets high enough, he can watch her fly away with the love of her life. She’s holding onto Vision's hand, the both of them smiling, and Bucky waves at her sadly, his muddled senses not registering that he’s descending.
He hopes she’s happy. It's all he’s ever really wanted for her; he just thought he could give it to her.
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aprilrudgate · 2 years
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hi gang.... just dropping by to see where we are standing after MOM.... we still ship winterwitch, right? yeah great cool i just wanted to check but it's great that we all agree on that!! okay, amazing byeeeeeee see you at ao3 little niche!! (and hail the witch i guess idk)
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olstansoul · 1 year
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SIMPLE LIKE YOU, LIKE US
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"I... I don't think I deserve all this" "Come on, stop..." "No, really James..." Hey, hey Wanda listen... look at me" "What?" "You've been too long since alone... and neither Sam nor I have forgiven each other for this thing, we don't even want you to do it too..." "But no, don't worry..." "I want... I just want you to you're fine, that's all... you are close to my heart, as you were for Steve" "But Steve is gone..." "Yeah but... but if he were there everything would be simple" "Simple? " "Yes, simple".
And he didn't stop looking at her, while the wind moved her strands of hair which, in turn, brushed against her chapped lips... just as he would have liked to do, without chaps, without wind, without fear.
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deepinthelight · 8 months
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Civil War Wanda and Bucky
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morevicethanvirtue · 1 year
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Wake Up: A WinterWitch story
Inspiration for Chapter 11
https://archiveofourown.org/works/42406668
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14130539/1/Wake-Up
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thiscrimsonsoul · 3 months
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"Happy New Year Wanda!" (from Bucky; @mxrvelouscreations
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"Happy New Year to you too, Bucky," she said, smiling at him. "Let's go forward with the idea that this year will be better than previous ones, for both of us... and maybe we can bring it into being with our positive thoughts. What do you say?"
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Director’s cut: it's a sugar date (what if spring is late)
FRIEND. i must say, i doubted you'd read any of my ao3 library, so. seeing this came as a very pleasant surprise!
'it's a sugar date (what if spring is late)'! literally everythingggg my brain offers is self-indulgent, as should be the case, but. perhaps no one piece more so than this. well, maybe my other winterwitch foray.
usually, for me to write a pairing, i need to have a concrete basis to build from - most often, this means at the very least canonically shared physical space. with wanda maximoff and bucky barnes, this exists solely in a three-second shot at tony stark's funeral. which, i guess was all i needed.
i sat for three hours and made a vast list of holiday-themed winterwitch headcanons and, somehow, they turned themselves into a reasonably cohesive narrative.
WILL MY HEART EVER CEASE SHATTERING OVER THE CURRENT STATE OF WANDA'S AFFAIRS? NOPE. i shall continue residing in my wonderful, blissful bubble!
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