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harlequin-hangout · 1 year
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The Harlequin Initiative: Havana (Preview)
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Name: James Buchannan Barnes
Alias: The Winter Soldier, Soldat
Access: Restricted
Access Level: 5
Operative: Enhanced Soldier
Soldat has proven effective and loyal. Stronger, faster, and more durable than any of his previous tests, we believe Soldat is ready to be given command. Until further notice, Soldat shall be Acoperi’s handler on all missions. 
Name: Unknown
Alias: The Harlequin, Acoperi
Access: Restricted
Access Level: 5
Operative: Enhanced Assassin
Acoperi is meant to infiltrate and neutralize. Programmable to each target’s specific preferences, Acoperi has the ability to entice and separate, with no knowledge of her mission until Soldat activates the Harlequin Initiative. Acoperi is incapable of operation without a handler due to the nature of her programming, considering building subconscious trust between Handler and Assassin to improve mission efficiency.
Mission Date: March 7, 1957 - December 20, 1958
Mission Location: Havana, Cuba
Mission Target: President Fulgencio Batista, Earl E.T. Smith (American Ambassador to Cuba)
The Harlequin (Acoperi) has been performing well. The Winter Soldier (Soldat) will accompany Acoperi to Havana and assist in gathering intelligence to aid in bringing Fidel Castro into power. 
Cover: Mistress to Charles “Lucky” Luciano under the name Valentina Parisi
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themorningsunshine · 1 year
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I like me better when I am with you
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Pairing - Bucky Barnes x f!reader
Summary - Bucky isn't in love with you, nope, not at all, not even a bit, that doesn't mean he has to like that man who is shamelessly drooling over you.
Warnings - Fluff, Bucky’s internal thoughts, jealousy
Word count - 2.8k
a/n - I had so much fun writing this.
Bucky’s internal monologue is in italic.
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Stark parties were his least favourite. They always consisted of the same kind of people. Bucky didn't have to remember their faces to know that. They were all the same. Rich people with money much more than they could handle, spend it in the worst and the dumbest way possible. No, really, why the hell would they get their already filthy expensive phone coated with gold? And don't even get him started on when he had heard a man complaining that Tony hadn't put 'perfectly squared ice cubes' worth 300$ each in their drinks. Hell, he had somehow started respecting Tony's choices and that man was currently wearing a 100,000$ suit.
But these parties were never this unbearable. He always used to have company. He still has Steve sitting beside him and don't get him wrong, Steve is his best friend but there's a limit as to how much Bucky can hear that man complain about the new recruits.
"Can't believe Tony was able to do that. That man has got brains. Only if he was not so arrogant. Don't you think, Buck?"
His name slipping from Steve's mouth makes him look at his best friend who has been talking to him for .... well, a long time. He didn't even know when he switched topics.
Bucky never really zones out. He is a great listener but today, something else has caught his attention completely. Something which keeps bugging him and he doesn't even understand why.
Steve sighs as he realises just how much his best friend has been listening to him. "You know, Sam is right, you do have a staring problem."
"No, I don't," Bucky says in a way that makes it look like that's the most absurd and offensive thing he has ever heard.
Steve chuckles and says, "You don't have to sit here and pretend that it doesn't hurt you."
Bucky gives out a sarcastic chuckle. After everything he has been through, there is nothing in a hundred-mile radius of this party that could remotely hurt him. "I am just fine, Steve. Why would I be hurt?" He doesn't say he is good, or great, he says 'just fine' 'cause that's his default setting. To be just fine. He is rarely ever more than that.
No, you are, when you are with her. His inner thoughts whisper to him. He shakes his head to get that thought away as if it had offended him too.
Steve gives him a small smile and nods his head towards a direction that Bucky has been not so subtly staring at for the past half an hour.
And there you are. In all your glory. In the beautiful, simple, golden outfit you are wearing, sipping on your drink in the most gentle way possible. The colour golden suits you, Bucky thinks.
That's what you said when she was wearing blue. A person can look good in 2 colours. Then what about green and - Shut up.
He looks at you again and notices the thing that has been bugging him. You're still talking to him. The man with the too smooth suit and the too silky hair and the too gentle words and the - ... God, he hates that man. And he has reasons for it. Who the hell wears a black tie with a black suit? Doesn't he have any other colour to wear? And who the hell drinks non-alcoholic drinks when at a Stark party? And then Bucky remembers you telling him once that you hated the smell of alcohol. That you couldn't stand within a metre radius of the people who had drunk a lot. But, that man doesn't know that.
You are still smiling at him and talking. But, that's okay. You love to talk. You could spend hours talking about the movie you just saw or the book you just read. That's nothing. And smiling, well you smile at everything. That's your default setting. To find beauty in everything and give it the most beautiful and genuine smile he has ever seen. You can really find the good in everything.
Maybe that's why she is friends with you.
That's not the point. You even smile at strays. And that's who the man is, a stray, a wild, animal.
Cannot be wilder than you. Or did you forget who you are, Buck?
Bucky doesn't like these thoughts. They tend to come back to him in crowded places. When there are too many people staring at him, talking about him. You always used to be there with him. Making fun of all these rich people and their etiquette.
The both of you would mostly escape from the party early, especially when you were done with what you actually came here for, which was always food. He had to agree. Tony did know how to throw a good party.
You would sneak him into the mini theatre and would watch the silliest movies, just to laugh at their absurdity. Or you would just take him to the roof and the both of you sat there, stargazing and talking. You were really a good friend of his.
Friend? Friends don't glare holes into the back of the man they're just talking to.
This man had approached you at the start of the party and hadn't left your side. Clingy. Rich, coming from you.
You didn't owe Bucky anything. You didn't sign a contract that you had to spend all these parties with him. No, it wasn't any of that. That doesn't mean it couldn't hurt.
"Buck, why don't you just tell her?" For a second, Bucky is taken aback. He had completely forgotten that Steve was still sitting there. What had happened to his super soldier skills?
Too busy gaping at her I remember asking you to shut up And I remember telling you not to fall in love with her
Bucky clears his throat at the last comment by his inner conscience. Sometimes, it acted weird.
"Tell who, what, Steve?" Bucky feigns nonchalance as if he has no idea what Steve is talking about.
Steve chuckles. "How many hers do you have in your life, Buck?" Noone. Just her.
Bucky is sure he is going crazy. Maybe he has had too much to drink. You haven't touched alcohol. Oh, I wonder why that is.
"I know many people who use that pronoun, punk. Nat, Wanda, Sharon, Maria, many shield agents, Carol, oh and yeah... y/n. You have to be more specific" Well done
"Fine, I will be more specific. How many 'hers' do you stare at?" "None." He replies, a little too fast and Steve gives him a knowing smirk. And there it goes...
"I am not staring at anyone, Steve." He gives him a pointed look. "Whatever sails your boat, Buck. But I'd recommend talking to her before it's too late."
Before it's too late
That sentence echoes in his ears. He didn't want to lose you. Not to the annoying guy who had still not left your side, not to the shield agent who always insisted on training with you whenever he got the chance, not to anyone. He didn't want to lose you. Never.
How can you lose someone who isn't even yours? This time his inner voice is gentle, pleading as if it is silently begging him to do something.
Before he even knows what he's doing, Bucky is out of his chair and walking towards the bar.
You chuckle at something the man says before you notice Bucky walking towards the both of you and your smile gets wider.
"Hey, doll." He greets you, completely ignoring the man standing a couple of feet away.
: "Hey, Buck. Please tell me Steve didn't talk your ear out about work." You say with a chuckle. Of course, you had noticed Bucky talking to Steve, your eyes tended to look for his even in a room full of hundreds.
Bucky just lets out a chuckle, shrugging, already feeling much at ease now that he was with you.
A clearing of throat brings both of your attention back to the man standing beside you.
"Gosh, I am sorry. Bucky, this is Todd. Todd Williams. You remember the law firm Tony was talking about the other day?"
Bucky just nods his head, least interested in who this man was.
"He is the owner." You introduce him to Bucky with a polite smile on your face and Bucky wants to rip this man's head off. Even though he just knows his name, he is pretty sure he is going to hate him, if he doesn't already.
"Hi, Bucky, I have heard a lot about you." The man brings his hand forward for a handshake and Bucky thinks he will chop off his hand before he shakes it with the man.
"James." He replies with a stern look on his face.
Todd awkwardly takes his hand back and narrows his eyes in confusion.
"My name is James. Only my friends call me Bucky."
You widen your eyes at Bucky. You knew he never liked meeting new people and that he was not really the warmest to strangers, but he was never so.... hostile. If looks could kill, Todd would be six feet under by now.
"It's nice to meet you, James." Todd tries again, now slightly scared of the former winter soldier.
"I wish I could say the same. What are you even doing here?" Bucky asks, annoyed.
"Bucky." You whisper yell his name to remind him how Tony had conducted an emergency meeting to tell everyone that they have to be nicer to the guests. You, then put on a smile before replying for Todd, "He is here for the charity auction. Isn't that nice?"
Bucky squints his eyes at you as if he can't figure out what's so nice about giving your money away for charity.
"That is just an excuse, really," Todd says, in an attempt to break the tension. "I came here in hopes of meeting a beautiful woman." He then looks at you before saying, "Mission accomplished."
You giggle at his words, flustered. You know he is just trying to be nice and not flirty. He had just told you how badly he was missing his wife who was much better at these charity auctions than he was.
What you don't notice is how Bucky's jaws tense and his fists clench. If they were not standing in a room full of so many people, he would have picked the glass from the nearby table and broken it on Todd's head. Tony's warnings are damned.
He instead just says, "Well then, you don't have to stay for the auction. Leave."
Todd nervously chuckles."I could. But now that I am here, maybe I could enjoy the party for a bit."
"You should. Tony's parties have the best appetizers." You tell him, desperately trying to make him feel comfortable when there is an ex-assassin who looks like he could slit his throat if given a chance.
"But you know what's better? The exit gate. You should check it out and while you are at it, maybe also get your ass out of here." Bucky says without an ounce of hesitation in his voice.
"Bucky." You gasp. This wasn't funny anymore. "Can I talk to you? In private?"
You give Todd an apologetic smile before holding Bucky's hand to get the hell out of here, without waiting for his response.
Bucky stops for a moment to look at Todd again, "The exit gate is that way. Feel free to use it while we are gone."
You pull him with you and take him towards the nearest balcony, not leaving his hand till you are out in the cold air and can't hear the party from inside.
You let go of him to cross your arms across your chest. "Buck, what the hell do you think you are doing?"
"Showing an annoying joke of a man his place," Bucky replies, without a single ounce of guilt for what he has done.
"Bucky." It's your turn to be upset. "He is a businessman. A rich one. His contribution could be great for the auction. Do you not remember what Tony said?"
"I don't care what Tony says. What is he gonna do with so much money, anyways? Buying some piece of mind?"
"What the hell is wrong with you? Why in the nine realms were you so rude to Todd?" You snapped.
"Oh, so now you call him Todd, huh?"
"That's literally his name."
"It's a very stupid name, okay? But it suits him. A stupid name for a stupid man. In his stupid suit with his stupid money." Bucky rambles, disgusted as if he hasn't heard a worse name in his long life.
"Buck, you are behaving like a 5-year-old now. What's - ?" You stop yourself as an amused grin spreads on your face as you put the pieces together. "Oh, god!!" You place your palm on your mouth before whispering, "Bucky, you - You are jealous."
"No, no I am not, Not even a bit. Nada.Negative. Why would I be?" Bucky shakes his head as if that were a ridiculous thought. Why was everyone getting the most ridiculous ideas today?"
"I would have believed you if you hadn't said no 6 times. You are jealous." Your smile grows wider as you take a step towards him with a pointed look. "You are jealous because he was talking to me the whole time and he called me beautiful and said that I had a pretty smile." "When did he - " Bucky stops himself as he realises the rage in his voice will give him away. He takes a step back and turns away, till he is standing near the railing.
You stand beside him, about to say something, till you look into his eyes. His eyes have a look you have seen before. He is hurt. He is processing a lot of things that he doesn't want to think about. This wasn't amusing anymore. "Hey. I - I am sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Bucky, I am - "
"I am not jealous, okay?" He now turns and looks directly into your eyes. "I am not. I just don't like it when someone else has your attention. Not because I am jealous, no. But because I am scared." Bucky swallowed thickly. You had seen him vulnerable before when he had nightmares and you were trying to remind him where he was or when memories from his time at hydra hit him with full force. But this was a different kind. It was as if he was laying his soul bare in front of you. Voicing his worst fears.
"I am scared because I don't want anyone else to realise how amazing, smart, funny, kind and just so damn lovable you are. Because then they will steal you from me. I will lose you forever and - and I don't want that. I don't want to lose you to someone else. I don't want to lose you." He says the last sentence as if he is begging whatever god will listen to not let his worst fears turn true, to let him have this. Let him have you.
"Tell me, doll. Why am I so scared to lose you when you are not even mine?"
Tears pricked your eyes as you looked at him.
Before Bucky knew what was happening, you closed the distance between the both of you. As your lips met his, everything else stood at a standstill.
Bucky was too shocked to respond for a minute. This couldn't be happening. Did you feel the same way about him? How -
All these thoughts turn into nothing until you're the only one comprising his thoughts. And Bucky realises this is how it has been for a long time. It was just you. In his heart and his mind. Your warmth spread through him and captured his soul until it was impossible to separate the two of them.
He kisses you with the same love and gentleness as his hands find your waist to pull you impossibly closer towards him.
When the necessity to breathe arose, you pulled away but still stood close.
"I want to be yours, Buck."
If the kiss had stolen his breath away, your words make his heart beat frantically. This couldn't be happening. This had to be a dream.
"You don't mean that, doll. You - "
"I do. I do mean that, Buck. I choose you. And I'd always choose you. In a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd always choose you”
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buckybarnesb-tch · 1 year
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Random Thoughts: Bucky Barnes
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The Metal Arm
Contrary to what most people think Bucky actually loves it when his girl touches his metal arm.
It’s one of his biggest insecurities to be sure, he has a bad relationship with it (as one would imagine) but he enjoys it when his girl enjoys it, and that’s the only time he likes it.
On hot nights when no matter how much he turns up the AC for you, you’re still hot, your period giving you hot flashes that you believe are going to be the death of you, you wrap your entire upper body around the cool metal that never seems to change temperature and you finally drift off to sleep. After a night drinking with the girls, Natasha and Pepper dropping you back off at your shared apartment clearly able to hold much more liquor than you (though Bucky notices how Pepper often ends up leaning against the assassin as well before going home) your entire body is hot and you will always strip completely bare to fix the problem. It often leaves Bucky with his own problem that he needs to take care of as he refuses to touch you when you’ve had more than 3 drinks, but once he does and he crawls into bed your body finds its way around the chilled metal and you pass out clinging to him like a baby gorilla attached to its mother.
It makes Bucky feel useful
Like the metal arm can actually do something good for once
Bucky however, hates touching you with it.
If you don’t instigate the contact then he will never let the vibranium touch your perfect skin. He knows that you insist it’s okay, and that you love it but he doesn’t love it. He knows how much you enjoy the metal fingers wrapped around your throat on those nights that you want him to be particularly rough with you and while he will always give you what you want, it scares him to see something that’s brought so much pain to people wrapped around your delicate, perfect throat.
Slowly but surely you are helping him learn to enjoy the prosthetic in some way, even if it takes a while to get there. You are nothing if not patient and that’s one of the things Bucky loves the most about you, he needs patience from people more than anything as he acclimates to living life in this century as a normal person and you know and respect that completely.
He has learned to like you holding his metal hand as well. That one took the longest, he was always afraid of breaking your fingers if he so much as twitched but you let him know he was over reacting just a bit and took your time helping him get used to it. The feeling that he has in the fake limb (which isn’t as much as a real arm but was at least some kind of sensation) was enough that he enjoyed holding your smaller hand in his own, often bringing it to his lips to kiss your skin and sneakily checking to ensure he had not bruised your soft flesh.
The arm has always been an issue for the super soldier and probably always would be in some form, but he can say you’ve helped him enjoy it at least a little bit. He is now seeing some small perks of it which is helping him live with it just a bit more comfortably and that’s all you could ever ask for. And you’re all Bucky could ever ask for.
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mochie85 · 9 months
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Wanderlust
Part 1 of the Wanderlust Series.
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Summary: You try to convince your best friend to go on a long road trip with you. Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader Word Count: 694 (a drabble, really) Warnings: Fluff. ALL fluff. A/N: This is for @the-slumberparty June Monthly Challenge: Summer Vibes. I picked a tent (can the VW Bus be considered a tent?) and the Road setting. I don't know if I should continue with the story. I mean, I have some ideas, but I don't think there's an actual plot...lol. Edit: It's decided...it's now a series...I hope y'all are happy!
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The one thing you wanted to do before you started your new job was to visit the national parks in your state. You graduated with honors and had multiple job offers in the tech industry because of the algorithm you created for your senior project.
Tech careers were unpredictable and oftentimes fleeting. But you were confident that your innovative program would help kick-start your career and cement your position in the company that you chose for a long while.
That’s why you wanted to go out and travel. See nature! Just before you commit to a desk and computer for the rest of your foreseeable future.
“Do you know how big California is?” Bucky asked you agitated.
“Yes, I do,” you answered back with a cheeky grin.
“California has the greatest number of national parks!” he pointed at the map.
“Yes. Nine! And that doesn’t include the monuments and the trails and the memorials-”
“No!”
“Well, I’m not asking for your permission.”
“I still say, ‘no.’”
“I’ll go with or without you, Buck. I just thought you should know my plan.”
“Do you know how dangerous it is out there? Especially if you’re alone.”
“I can take care of myself. I did take that self-defense class for a couple of months,” you reasoned.
“Why can’t you go somewhere that has- Look, Nevada! Nevada has one national park. The Great Basin. And hey…we could even hit up Vegas while we’re there!” Bucky pointed at the map.
“Oh, ya cuz I would really be safe from creep-o’s in Vegas!” you rolled your eyes at your best friend.
“Ok. What about Hawaii? Hawaii has two national parks! And it’s HA-WA-II!”
“Do you know how much that plane ticket would cost? I haven’t started my job yet. Besides, who would watch Smokey while I was away?”
“You’re bringing the dog?!”
“Of course, I’m bringing the dog! Smokey goes where I go.” And as if he was called, your large greyhound came over licking your hand under the table. “We’re gonna have so much fun in our Bus-Bus, aren’t we, Smokey?!”
“And another thing?! How sure are you that the rusted piece of metal you call a car will actually take you around California? You’d probably break down before you get south of Oakland!”
“I had my mechanic look at it! Sid said it was in good shape! Plus I can call a tow if I need to.”
Bucky just looked at you defeated. He knew there was no convincing you out of this hair-brained plan of yours. You had always been a person to stick to your guns as soon as you planned it out. ‘No Regrets,’ you had always said.
No Regrets, Bucky repeated in his head trying to decide what to do. Nine parks! Nine! It would take you a month and a half to finish that round trip. And that’s only if you decided to stay at each park for a couple of nights, not the week you were planning.
“All right. All right. I’ll go with you.” Bucky relented, placing his head in his hands.
“I didn’t ask you to, Buck,” you chuckled, trying to hide the relief on your face.
“Bullshit! You knew I was going with you the moment you told me about it.” He called out your bluff. You shrieked and held your arms out to Bucky’s neck, embracing him in a tight hug.
 “You and I are gonna have so much fun! You’re not gonna regret this.”
“Ya, ya, ya.” Bucky relished in your warm embrace. You smelled like sun-kissed fruit on a lazy afternoon. You felt like a cool breeze that just wafted into his life unexpectedly and decided to stay. Erupting his life into chaos.
You pulled away looking into his deep blue eyes. He narrowed them as if he saw something in you that he had never seen before.
“Ok, we leave right after graduation! And you can’t take it back now Barnes. You’re in this with me till the end!” You smiled at him. Your cheeks were puffy and red, carrying a dimple that he wanted to caress.
“Lord, help me.” He whispered under his breath.
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pascaloverx · 6 months
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As It Was
Chapter One
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Summary: "When your ex-husband shows up in the middle of the night, asking for your help, the right thing to do would be to leave him to fend for himself, wouldn't it?"
Our protagonist decides to embark on an adventure to clear her ex-husband's name as a scapegoat. Together with a small team, they will do whatever it takes to keep James Barnes away from prison and perhaps rekindle flames from the past."
Warnings: use of violence, future adult content and inappropriate language. Minors are advised not to read or engage with this story.
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James Buchanan Barnes entered my life at an unexpected moment. We were at a party organized by my best friend Wanda. She and her girlfriend were celebrating their first home together, while I was celebrating a canceled date on top of another. My father, who was a military commander at the time, had arranged a meeting with his best friend's godson. This godson apparently was too busy for a tedious date with someone's daughter. I wasn't feeling very happy with myself when James approached to ask if I wanted some snacks. He was trying to be social since Sam had made a bet with him that involved someone buying beer for the other for a year. That night, James earned free beer for a year when he managed to hold a conversation with me for more than twenty minutes. It was easy to talk to someone who was just as uncomfortable as I was. I confess that the fact that James had a job similar to my father's made me insecure at the beginning of the relationship. But something about the way he stood out among the people at that barbecue made me want to know more about him. He seemed out of place even though he interacted with other people, in reality, he only interacted with Sam and Yelena throughout the night. There were people trying to approach him, striking up a conversation or touching his arm. He seemed so uncomfortable that I even wondered how someone who didn't seem to like crowds became friends with Sam Wilson. In fact, I was about to leave when James asked me if I wanted more hamburgers.
"Do you know that in Brazil, barbecue is not about hamburgers and sausages made on a grill but about meat?" I said, trying to be as random as possible to see if I could prolong our interaction. Ironically, Yelena challenged me to hold a conversation with any unknown person at the party for at least five minutes.
"Are you Brazilian or just a culturally curious person?" James asked, holding a tray with hamburgers. At that moment, I stopped to observe his face completely, his stubble and long hair gave him the aesthetic of a bad boy excluded from society. I thought to myself that if we were in high school, he would be the type of guy who would attract me.
"A little bit of both. My mother was Brazilian, and I simply got curious about what her life was like before I existed," I replied, grabbing one of the hamburgers from the tray. I moved away from James because I imagined he would offer hamburgers to other people, but he remained still.
"I've never been to Brazil, maybe one day I can have a real Brazilian barbecue and say which one is the tastiest."
"When I was little, my mom used to say it was one of the things she missed the most, so I believe you won't regret it." I remember James's smug smile when I distanced myself from him, thinking our conversation had ended. Honestly, in my defense, he seemed to want an excuse to get away from that barbecue.
"Do you usually leave people talking to themselves or do you just really not like me?" He spoke almost whispering close to my ear. His voice at that moment made my whole body shiver. Barnes typically used the power of his voice against me when he wanted to win an argument. It always worked.
"I thought after the cooking class you'd be eager to go home, maybe have a nice drink and do what a man like you does best on a Saturday night." I spoke shyly because, honestly, James Barnes had a gaze that would make anyone feel inappropriate for talking to him.
"Then come with me, accompany me while I do what a man does best on a Saturday night. I'm sure your company will only enhance any lurid thoughts that may be crossing your mind right now. Not to mention, you seem just as eager to stay here as I am." His words exuded confidence, and I stared at him, surprised by his sudden invitation.
"Do you have a habit of inviting any stranger to accompany you home, or am I the lucky one tonight?" I'm trying not to accept your invitation too quickly, perhaps it's my attempt to play hard to get or my inexperience with flirting.
"You're not a stranger. You're Wanda's best friend, who happens to be my best friend's girlfriend." He approaches as if he's analyzing me or trying to read my thoughts. I smile softly, thinking that Wanda must be watching this scene from afar, thinking that this will be the thousandth time she tries to set me up with someone and it might be the thousandth time I turn the guy down. I take a deep breath, counting to five mentally to make sure I respond to Barnes' invitation with confidence.
"You don't even know my name, yet you want my company tonight?" I say as we flirt with our eyes. It seems like we've entered into a mental competition to see who can flirt better.
"Naturally, for what I have in mind for the future of our minds, we'll have to exchange names, but that's just a minor detail. The most important thing is to know if I have your consent to turn this quiet night into one of the most memorable ones you've ever had." Officially, I'm in his hands for the night. There's no fighting it, even though I don't even know why I'm fighting against my instinct to go home with this handsome man with piercing blue eyes.
"My name is Melisa, and you have permission to show me how much potential you have to make this night memorable. But can you live up to the expectations you're creating?"
"I guess we'll have to find out together, Melisa." He took my hand, guiding me towards his motorcycle. I remember my shocked reaction when I saw that he rode a motorcycle. I remember how he spent countless minutes trying to convince me that motorcycles were safe when driven by a professional. I remember asking if he was a biker and receiving a hearty laugh in response.
I remember how he touched his long hair and brushed the strands that were near his eye to the back. That night was truly memorable, but not for the reasons we expected. It was the night I discovered who James Buchanan Barnes truly was. A man who takes you to his home and despite being eager for a make-out session to help out his drunk best friend who is too intoxicated to drive. A man who takes you home and convinces you that you won't be able to move on with your life until you find out if he's truly worth it. The man who takes three dates to take you to bed. The man who makes you want to marry him just a year and a half after you start dating because he feels like he can't live without you. But he's also the man who, when he's wrong, simply shuts himself off from the world until there's no other choice but to leave him there.
I could spend my whole life trying to explain James Barnes, but I would simply like to share what Barnes currently means to me.He is the ex-husband whom I swore never to let back into my house, and right now, I am staring at him. I'm staring at him while holding a baseball bat that I keep for "emergencies."
He is wet, wearing a soaked white shirt, most likely due to the heavy rain outside. His hair looks very different from the last time I saw him. It's short, while his beard seems to have been left unshaven for a while. He's breathing heavily, perhaps he ran here or is fleeing from something. The gaze that once left me speechless now made me question everything. I was ready to swing that bat at James' head when he whispered, "I know you've probably wanted to hit me with that bat since the divorce, but can we save this reckoning for when I'm not running away?"
"Running away from whom, Barnes?" I assure you that my facial expression must be as cold as the tone of voice I'm using. But after the divorce, all I was left with was anger towards the man I used to call my husband.
"There's still that secret passage you called stupid when I suggested it, but later said it would be a good hiding spot in case one of us got arrested." He seems to ignore my question or my utterly confused expression. I nod silently, pointing towards the end of the hallway in our house. Well, now it's my house, but it used to be ours.
Instead of moving forward and entering that secret passage which, yes, if you've seen any action movie, you know it's usually hidden behind a mirror or a bookshelf, Barnes approaches me with a look of "I forgot to tell you" that he used to give me before delivering bad news.
"The police will be here in about five minutes, and I need you to act as if you haven't seen me in years. Be the daughter your father raised and the clever woman I fell in love with, and make sure they leave without suspecting anything. That's the most I can tell you in such a short time, and I need you to trust me just one more time."
James was so quick that before I could even respond, he had already disappeared into the secret room of the house. I could only curse myself internally for keeping that place a secret, even though it had been years since my divorce. At that moment, memories of the day I introduced James to my father flooded back. My father, who had gone to great lengths to set me up with his friend's godson, was not at all pleased to learn that his beloved daughter was dating a man who worked as a government agent.My father actually didn't like James. He would say that something about Barnes made him believe that one day I would be interrogated by the police to talk about James. My thoughts were interrupted by knocks on the door, followed by a police officer asking me to open the door. It was only at that moment that I realized I wasn't properly dressed to receive anyone at home. The truth is, I was getting ready for a date when I heard a noise on the first floor of the house. So, I'm just wearing my underwear and a robe that doesn't fully cover my body. But that doesn't stop me from opening the door right after hearing the police officer call my name.
"Good evening, officers. How can I assist you?" I say, trying to hide the lower part of my body behind the door. I wish I had had time to put on more decent clothing. The police officers are clearly scrutinizing my behavior, attempting to find any trace of James through the small opening of the door.
"Is your husband James Buchanan Barnes, miss?" The older, graying police officer speaks in an authoritative tone.
"He used to be, sir. Is something wrong with him?" I try to appear as surprised and innocent as possible. I know that many law enforcement officers tend to believe people who seem somewhat innocent.
"I'm sorry to inform you, but your husband is wanted for suspicion of being involved with an international smuggler named Killian. We believe Mr. Barnes may have provided unauthorized access to national security information." Now I'm truly shocked, perhaps nervous enough for the officers to notice a slight twitch in my left eye. My hands start to sweat as I think about the slightest chance of them knowing that James is here.
"And you believe he would come to his ex-wife's house in the middle of the night, after years, to hide from the police or whoever else is after him?" Years ago, my father taught me that the key to telling a good lie is to make the truth sound absurd. I am practicing one of his many teachings with those whom he would hate to know I'm trying to deceive. You see, my father worked for years to keep this country free from criminality and to apprehend those who threaten it in any way.
"We believe he might reach out to you or this residence seeking comfort or assistance, in which case we advise you to contact us immediately. Otherwise, it will be assumed that you are an accomplice." The other police officer spoke, trying to intimidate me. It didn't work.
"Well... in that case, as soon as I see my ex-husband, you'll be the first to know. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get ready for a date. You know, I'm trying to move on after the divorce."
I give them a completely nonchalant smile. They seem to have believed that I don't know anything about James, but they don't seem to have understood that I'm no longer his wife. I can't blame them; at this moment, even I am unsure if we really are no longer married.
"We hope we haven't disturbed your evening. Here's a number for you to call if you see your husband. Please do not hesitate to call if you have any information about him." The older police officer speaks, handing me a card with a number. I nod, confirming that I will assist them, and watch as they make their way back to the patrol car.
For a moment, I breathe a sigh of relief, but then I remember that my ex-husband is still hiding here. I know I can't keep him here for long, so I decide to start planning what to do next. I have a plan that might work to get James out of here before the police come back with a warrant. I can't help but think that whatever I do, it has to be quick because I do have a date, and if I'm absent, I know my father will become suspicious. Before going to talk to James, I went upstairs and put on the dress that was laying on the bed. Fortunately, I was almost ready, which would help me not to be too late for the date. As I put on my shoes, I send a message to the man I'm going out with, letting him know that I'll be running late. I also send a message to Sam, using a coded message that only he can understand. In reality, I simply sent a message saying that he had forgotten his favorite cleats here and that it would be good for him to come and get them for the weekend game. He would know that I needed him urgently because we agreed to send messages like this in case we needed help. I think he understood, as he replied that since the game was very important, he would come to pick up the cleats as soon as possible. Sam has been James' best friend for as long as I've known him. I'm sure Sam will want to be involved in helping out.
I finish getting ready for the date and head downstairs to find the secret passage where James is hiding. I stomp my feet on the ground twice with force to secretly signal that I'm alone. Barnes created several secret codes to ensure I was prepared for any situation during our marriage. For a moment, I feel strange for still remembering those things.
"You took all this time to get ready knowing that I was here waiting for you?" James's tone of voice indicates that he's not very happy with me. His gaze reflects a minimal level of patience, something I witnessed only a few times during our marriage. Unfortunately, the damn man is irresistibly more attractive when he's angry.
"It's funny how you're the one indignant when I'm the one being interrogated by the police right after my ex-husband breaks into my house. And I'm dressed up because I have a date that I can't cancel, as my father would quickly find out, and you, James Barnes, certainly wouldn't want my father suspecting why I missed this date." I know I'll seem like a submissive daughter to my father, but he has been trying to set me up with Steve Rogers, an FBI prodigy who is his best friend's godson, for a year now. He would connect the dots as soon as he found out about James. He approaches me with a deeply concerned look, and I feel like I could get lost in the scent of his perfume. It's not overpowering, but it's distinctive, and it's incredible that he still smells so good after all these years.
"Speaking of your father, you can't tell him anything about this. I... I found out just minutes before being framed that he is the true partner of Killian." Before I can even muster a reaction, I hear the sound of someone knocking on the door and look at James, who has a facial expression that makes me think he's contemplating ways to escape.
"Don't even think about it, Barnes. I'll handle whoever is here, and you'll wait for me while we figure out a way to keep you from getting arrested or killed." Few moments in my relationship with James were about us disagreeing with each other because we knew that two stubborn people rarely reach a consensus. He seems to understand what I'm saying, but I don't trust that he will obey me.
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jackiequick · 13 days
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Since every day and everything has felt this right / Marvel OC
A/N: I did say I wanna do Lana next, didn't I? Who’s else guys haha
Click here to see the one played by Colin
Angles Castillo Hill 🗒️
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Name: Angela Genevieve Castillo Hill
Alias/Nicknames: Angles, Angie, Gigi, Lina
Age: 32-37 years old 
Birthday: July 16th
Height: 5'5"
Appearance: Angela has short dark brown hair, light tan skin, and striking eyes that seem to light up when she smiles. She exudes confidence and style, often seen wearing business casual attire with a touch of edginess, such as leather jackets, heeled boots, and statement accessories. She favors neutral colors like browns, grays, blacks, dark reds, and navy blues.
Personality: Angela is charismatic, compassionate, adventurous, cautious, and determined. She possesses a sharp wit and a dry sense of humor, using laughter as a coping mechanism during tough times. Despite her cautious nature, Angela can be impulsive under pressure, sometimes throwing caution to the wind and acting on instinct. Her eyes are her most powerful asset, often speaking volumes even when she remains silent.
Background:
Born in Buenos Aires, Argentina, Angela's parents were living there for a short while, but she was actually born and raised in the United States.
Her father was Latino, and her mother was Dutch. Despite her international upbringing, Angela spent the majority of her formative years in the United States, where her family eventually settled.
Angela is the younger cousin of Maria Hill, a high-ranking agent within S.H.I.E.L.D. Despite their differing personalities, Angela and Maria share a strong familial bond, characterized by affection, rivalry, and camaraderie.
Angela's dynamic with Maria involves playful banter and occasional disagreements, but underneath it all, there's a deep-seated bond and mutual respect. Their contrasting personalities often lead to humorous exchanges, with Angela teasing Maria about being too bossy and Maria rolling her eyes at Angela's impulsiveness.
As she grew older, Angela found herself drawn to the world of espionage and covert operations. Inspired by the tales of daring agents and heroic deeds, she set her sights on joining the ranks of S.H.I.E.L.D., a prestigious organization known for its dedication to protecting the world from various threats.
After years of rigorous training and preparation, Angela achieved her goal and became a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, specializing in intelligence gathering and undercover missions. Her natural charisma and sharp wit quickly earned her the respect of her peers, while her unwavering determination and courage set her apart as a rising star within the organization.
However, Angela's journey has not been without its challenges. Along the way, she has faced betrayal, manipulation, and moments of self-doubt, each obstacle serving to test her resolve and strengthen her character. Yet through it all, she has remained steadfast in her commitment to serving the greater good, determined to make a difference in a world teetering on the brink of chaos.
As Angela continues to navigate the complexities of her profession and the ever-shifting landscape of international intrigue, one thing remains certain: her unwavering dedication to the principles of justice, integrity, and compassion will guide her every step of the way.
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Skills:
Hand-to-hand combat: Angela is proficient in various martial arts techniques and is skilled in close-quarters combat.
Marksmanship: Angela is an expert marksman, proficient in the use of firearms and ranged weapons.
Espionage: Angela is adept at gathering intelligence, infiltration, and undercover operations.
Hobbies/Interests:
Travel: Angela loves exploring new places and experiencing different cultures.
Reading: Angela is an avid reader, with a particular fondness for mystery novels and thrillers.
Cooking: Angela enjoys experimenting in the kitchen and is especially skilled at making lasagna, a dish she learned to cook from her Dutch mother.
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Motherly: Despite her adventurous nature, Angela possesses a nurturing side, especially towards younger or less experienced members of her team. Her protective instincts and caring demeanor make her a natural mentor figure, providing guidance and support to those who need it most. However, she can be sharp and take risks to push them into seeing their weaknesses and strengths, a trait she inherited from her cousin Maria Hill.
Having grown up with an interesting family dynamic, she believes everyone deserves a helping hand and to be taken care of, even if it means bandaging up a wound, having someone to listen, or a shoulder to cry on. She will not hesitate to call the shots and order someone to clean up a wound or check up on another teammate, not caring if the person hesitates, she wants it done.
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Dark Side:
Despite Angela's intelligence, fierceness, and compassion, she struggles with self-doubt and has a tendency to think poorly of herself.
She has been manipulated by others in the past, leading her to take actions and trust the wrong people based on false beliefs.
Angela has experienced mind control firsthand, being manipulated by antagonists to do their bidding and see a darker side of herself that she never knew existed.
On one occasion, she was affected by an element that temporarily gave her powers, leading her to unintentionally cause chaos and harm. This experience left her traumatized and wary of mind control, causing her to question her own abilities and morality.
Angela's vulnerability during such situations often leads her to lock herself behind closed doors, questioning how she could allow herself to be used for dark tasks and causing her to cry as she struggles with feelings of guilt and self-blame.
Dynamic with Maria Hill:
Angela shares a close familial bond with her cousin Maria Hill, a high-ranking agent within S.H.I.E.L.D.
Despite their differing personalities, Angela and Maria have a strong bond characterized by affection, rivalry, and camaraderie.
They often engage in playful banter and occasional disagreements, but underneath it all, there is a deep-seated bond and mutual respect between them.
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Like Maria can be like, "I do not hate you, Angie. It's just, you kind of get on my nerves,  but I do like you around." 
Meanwhile Angela smiles and replies, "That's a start. I don't hate you either, but you're just kinda bossy."
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Dating life: Angie is single but has gone on a couple of dates with men and women before. Typically, a friend sets her up with someone else because they know she is a homebody and would rather not leave her home. But she never really found out what she really wants in a partner because she doesn't know how to handle a relationship per say, however she is open to trying out a date or so.
Goals, Personal Challenges, and Aspirations:
Despite facing numerous personal challenges and grappling with self-doubt, Angela remains resilient and determined to forge her own path.
Initially uncertain about her career as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, Angela contemplated changing careers within the organization, questioning her aspirations and place within the agency.
While her goal is to continue serving as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent whenever possible, Angela harbors a desire for something more. She originally dreamed of becoming a teacher, a profession she still holds in high regard.
Angela occasionally wonders how her cousin Maria perceives her, especially given the trouble she finds herself in at times. Despite these doubts, Angela recognizes that life is unpredictable and constantly changing, which motivates her to embrace new challenges and opportunities for growth.
Similar to Clint Barton, Angela enjoys her life and the unique position she holds within S.H.I.E.L.D., but she also yearns for a life beyond the organization. She dreams of exploring her hobbies of traveling, cooking, and acquiring new skills. She envisions living off the grid someday, immersing herself in nature and finding peace away from the chaos of the world.
Angela contemplates the idea of starting a family of her own one day, but she remains uncertain if she's ready for that level of commitment or if she can find the time to balance it with her career and personal aspirations.
Meaningful Objects and Symbolism:
Angela treasures two significant items: a 'C' necklace and a half moon bracelet, both of which were gifts she received during a small trip to Latin America when she was 12 years old. These items hold sentimental value for her, serving as reminders of cherished memories from her childhood and connections to her cultural heritage.
Additionally, Angela has adorned herself with tattoos that hold personal symbolism and meaning. Each tattoo represents significant moments or experiences from her past, serving as a visual reminder of the challenges she has overcome and the person she has become as a result.
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Quirks and Habits:
Angela has several unique quirks and habits that set her apart. When feeling anxious, she often chips her nail polish absentmindedly, a telltale sign of her inner turmoil.
During meetings or situations where she's required to stay in one place for an extended period, Angela copes by rubbing her thumb and middle finger together, a subtle but effective way to manage her restlessness.
When annoyed or only half paying attention, Angela has a tendency to hold back a roll of her eyes or respond with a nonchalant hum, conveying her frustration without outright confrontation.
While listening intently to someone, Angela frequently furrows her eyebrows and cutely pouts her lips, a subtle yet endearing expression that reflects her focused attention and thoughtful demeanor.
Relationships with Other Marvel Characters:
Over the months and short term years, Angela has had numerous encounters with members of the Avengers, including Steve Rogers (Captain America), Tony Stark (Iron Man), and Thor. These interactions have exposed her to different perspectives and ideologies, shaping her understanding of the world and her role within it.
Angela made her first appearance in Iron Man 2, where she assisted in shadowing Black Widow while the redhead was undercover as Tony Stark's assistant. This experience introduced her to the world of high-stakes espionage and collaboration with iconic heroes.
She later appeared in Thor (2011) as one of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents stationed in New Mexico during Thor's arrival on Earth. Her involvement in this mission further solidified her role within the organization and her interactions with Asgardian beings.
Angela has also crossed paths with the Young Avengers and future S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, who have challenged her own values and beliefs. These encounters have forced her to confront her own ideals and reconsider her place in the world, as she navigates the complexities of heroism and duty.
Each interaction with these Marvel characters has provided Angela with new insights and perspectives on topics of interest, broadening her horizons and shaping her identity as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and as an individual.
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Okay that's what I got! Like always, I might add more later on to her character but this is the product we have now. 🗂️ Tell me what do you think about her in the comments below!
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whowantsnachos · 11 months
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Strawberry Champagne
Pairing: Helmut Zemo x Original Fem!Character (or you can insert yourself if you want)
Summary: After Madripoor, Zemo thinks Lydia should stop drinking. This is the result. (set post episode 3 FATWS)
Warnings: Swearing
Word Count: 2.4k
A/N: Lydia, my character, has like this fire magic thing that HYDRA implanted in her. She has a lot of scars because of all of the experiments and the injections, but she covered them all after she got out with different tattoos. Another thing, her hair does this thing where streaks of it will turn into like a brighter red / ginger than her regular hair color [kinda like Tonks is a good way to describe it] when her body temperature goes up. The language that is occasionally spoken is Serbian, but it’s supposed to be Sokovian, and I heard they were similar. Anyways, feedback and stuff is always accepted, given this is the first thing I wrote officially. Enjoy!
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Lydia was sitting in bed, wearing an oversized Metallica hoodie with her knees close to her chest. Her dull, red hair was a mix of slightly messy and living hell. She thought about everything she had just witnessed in the past couple of hours with one arm wrapped around her legs and the other holding champagne. Lydia sat in the same position for about an hour or two, either thinking, spacing out or drinking. A sudden knock on her door made her jump in surprise.
“Yeah?”
“Can I come in?” she heard Zemo ask on the other end.
“Um, yeah, sure,” she said quietly.
He opened the door and stepped inside. He raised his eyebrows in slight shock seeing her so distraught.
“Are you alright?”
“Oh, I’m over the moon,” she said sarcastically.
“I apologize, I probably should have warned you ahead of time what we were getting into.”
“Yeah, you think? I can’t really blame you though, I should’ve expected all of that. I mean, it’s you, Sam, and Bucky, how could it have been any different? Anyway, it’s more my fault for agreeing to get into all of this shit again.”
“It’s not-”
“No, wait, that’s right! It's not my fault. It’s you three that dragged me back into this shitfest. Why am I blaming myself? I guess I agreed… regardless! Why am I the one to fix your guys’ messes, huh?”
“Ok, that’s enough champagne,” Zemo said as he grabbed the glass from her, sensing her getting mad.
“I wasn’t done with that yet,” she said sternly, reaching for the glass.
“Yes. You were.”
Lydia glared at him, and Zemo rolled his eyes out of annoyance, grabbing the champagne bottle from the side table next to her. He went into the bathroom and poured the rest of it into the sink.
“Why do you have to ruin my fun all of the time?” she asked, crossing her arms.
Zemo raised his eyebrow and said, “I’m not. I just think you would rather not have a hangover first thing in the morning.”
“How would you know? Tomorrow hasn’t happened yet,” Lydia cockily stated.
“Trust me, you wouldn’t.”
“Oh, you’re trustworthy now?”
Zemo gave her a death stare and Lydia looked down, realizing she might’ve hit a nerve.
“Sorry,” she murmured, playing with the edge of her sleeve.
Zemo softened his gaze a little and leaned on the doorway of the bathroom. He noticed the tattoos near her wrist, each one a different pattern or idea than the other.
“What are those for?”
Lydia quickly put her sleeve back down and said, “Nothing.”
Zemo titled his head to the side and narrowed his eyes at her but shrugged it off.
“Where did you find that champagne?” he asked.
“Um, I may or may not have stolen it from that club...”
Zemo’s face lit up in amusement, and he asked, “You stole two thousand dollar champagne?”
“Possibly,” Lydia said with a smirk.
“Impressive.”
“I can be spectacular sometimes.”
Zemo laughed breathly but didn’t say anything. Lydia wanted to thank him for helping her out when the shooting broke out, but she didn’t know if now would be the appropriate time or not.
Well, it couldn't hurt.
“Um, I wanted to thank you. For helping me out back there. It really means a lot to me, I mean, I know that I’m not your favorite person in the world, but-”
“What gives you that impression?” Zemo asked.
“You’re kidding me, right? You’ve shut down half of the ideas I had about how we were going to execute Madripoor, and look where we ended up!”
“I knew it better than you did.”
“Apparently not! We could’ve died, Helmut.”
“If we would have done it your way, that fate would have been met sooner.”
“You don’t know that.”
“And neither do you,” Zemo responded.
Lydia cocked her head and put her hands on her hips. Raising her eyebrows at Zemo, she went into the bathroom to grab something from under the sink. Lydia also noticed that some streaks of her hair lit up, but she hoped that he hadn’t noticed.
“What are you doing?” Zemo asked.
She answered him by holding up another bottle of champagne with a strained smile on her face as she was walking out of the bathroom. As she was about to open the bottle, Zemo grabbed it and put it on the bathroom counter. Lydia gave him a mock pouty look, and he rolled his eyes.
“You need to stop drinking, I’m serious. You giving me that look isn’t helping you,” he said.
“You sure?” she asked as she emphasized her look.
“Lydia. I’m serious.”
Her ears burned at the way that he had said her name, and she could only pray that her hair hadn’t betrayed her now. 
“And,” Zemo continued, “For the record, I don’t hate you or anything like that. To be honest, you’re the only one I can stand out of the ones I’ve met.”
Lydia raised her eyebrow slightly, and he quickly added, “Not that you’re the best of the worst, it’s just, how should I put this… I guess it’s more around the lines of ‘you’re smart and they’re not.’”
“Wow, harsh,” Lydia said with an amused look on her face.
“Well, it’s true,” Zemo said with a smirk on his face. 
“Well, if I’m so smart, then that means… my plan was the best.”
“Eh, I wouldn’t go that far.”
Lydia rolled her eyes playfully at him and walked back into the bathroom, but Zemo stopped her by closing the door halfway.
“Lydia,” he said with a warning tone.
Now, Lydia could see her hair quickly turn into a brighter red color, and she cursed herself in her head silently, hoping he didn’t notice, but she wouldn’t bet on it.
“Does your hair always do that?”
God damn it.
“Do what?”
“Change color like that when your name is said.”
“Um, no. Not to my knowledge, no,” 
Zemo narrowed her eyes at her while his attention seemed to turn to her hair. Lydia felt slightly embarrassed by his staring, but this only led to it turning brighter again. He smiled a little and said, “It’s a nice color; it suits you.”
She could feel her face burning mainly out of embarrassment and something else she couldn’t describe. Lydia jumped a little when she felt Zemo touch her arm. She felt her skin burn up, and he said, “I apologize, but I recognize this one.”
Zemo went to touch her arm again, but before he did, he asked, “May I?”
Lydia nodded, and he lifted her sleeve, intently scanning the dragon on her forearm. He carefully traced the outline of it, and Lydia felt her skin heat up with each trail he left. The way that he was looking at her tattoo sent shivers down her spine, but surprisingly, it was a nice feeling, considering she hasn’t felt anything cool in a long time.
“Змај,” (“Zmaj,”) Zemo whispered.
“What?”
“Змаj, correct?”
Lydia nodded, and Zemo hummed, “Yeah, I remember that story. My parents used to tell me that all the time.”
“My parents weren’t into the whole legend thing, they always said it was just a bunch of lies people tell to poison our minds, but I have heard it a few select times.”
“Your parents were quite the people, huh?” He laughed.
She laughed with him and said, “Yeah, they were definitely something, alright.”
“Well,” Zemo started as his hand traced bits and pieces of her tattoos before stopping at the palm of her hand, his fingers slowly intertwining with hers. “They raised well.”
Damn you.
She felt her skin heating up with every second, but she tried to contain it as much as she could. She looked over at the bathroom mirror that was mostly covered by the door, but she could see that dozens of streaks of her hair were lit up bright orange like crazy. He glanced back at her hair, and his smirk grew.
“Does it usually change when people touch you as well?”
“A-again, not to my knowledge, no.”
Zemo hummed again and began tracing the tattoos on her other arm before grabbing her other hand and running his thumb over her wrist. He carefully moved his hands up her forearms, tracing the shapes of her tattoos more fully this time, while pulling her closer to him. Lydia’s heart picked up even faster, not that she knew how that was possible. To her, it felt like they’d been spending an eternity standing in the doorway, but at the same time, it felt like no time had passed at all.
“Lydia?”
She took a breath in, and looked up at him, asking, “Yeah?”
It wasn’t until that moment that she realized how close they were to each other. Zemo’s breath lightly fanned her face, and his hands let go of her arms, slowly wrapping them around her waist instead. Lydia swallowed discreetly from his stare, and Zemo tilted his head to the left slightly and smirked at her.
“Do I make you nervous?”
“N-no, why would you? I could beat your ass into next year if I wanted to, what would I have to be nervous about?”
“I don’t know, you tell me. I’m sure your hair doesn’t light up around other people every time you stand next to them, or they talk to you.”
He pulled her closer and leaned his head down just enough so that he was only inches away from her face. 
“Unless… it’s something else that makes your hair light up whenever I'm around.”
After he said that, he backed up a little and looked at her hair. Several streaks of it were brightening up, lightly illuminating the aura around her head. He smiled and laughed lightly through his nose.
“If I remember correctly, ‘Miss Vesta’s abilities cause her physical appearance to change as well. Her hair will change into different shades if she has any sort of strong emotions, including, but not limited to: anger, stress, sadness, and attraction.’ Does that sound right?”
Lydia squinted at him in confusion, and Zemo chuckled, saying, “SHIELD’s not very good at hiding things like they think they are.”
Lydia sighed and looked to her right and then down at her feet.
“So, again, I must ask,” he started. “Lydia…”
He removed one hand from her waist and lifted her chin up to meet his gaze.
“Do I make you nervous?”
Lydia licked her lips and said, “...no.”
Zemo leaned in closer, guiding her face to his slowly. He stopped centimeters before her face, just like before, and she could smell his expensive cologne radiating off of him.
“Are you sure? Your skin is burning.”
‘Копиле.’ (‘Bastard.’)
“Maybe I shouldn’t-“
“Ох, забога.” (“Oh, for God’s sake.”)
Lydia put her hand in the back of his neck, pulled him down, and their lips met. Zemo’s grip on her waist tightened, and moved his hand from her chin to the side of her face, the extreme heat of her skin slightly burning his hand. He furrowed his brow and backed her up onto the doorway, allowing him to close any distance between them. The smell of strawberry champagne intoxicated his senses, and he couldn’t get enough of her. 
Lydia could feel every part of her body start on fire, whether she knew that’s what was actually happening to her or not. Her heart felt like it skipped ten beats at once, and heat filled her chest. She felt magnetized to him, and every break for a quick breath of air filled her with a sense of longing for more. Lydia thought her knees were going to collapse from underneath her, and she was grateful for the doorway behind her. She felt ripples of chills go up her spine for the second time that day, and the sensation of his thumb grazing her cheek only made it harsher. She felt her fingers become white hot, and she quickly retracted her hand to his shoulder, not wanting to burn him. She felt every bone and muscle in her body become the same temperature, and she felt the texture of the material of his shirt change. She removed his hand from her cheek and pulled away from him, catching her breath.
“I-I’m sorry. My skin… I can’t-”
Zemo shrugged and said, “To be honest, I never liked this shirt anyways.”
“No, you don’t understand, I don’t want to hurt you.”
Zemo tilted his head and raised his eyebrows quickly. He looked down and put his hands in his pockets, taking out the pair of gloves he was wearing earlier that day and putting them on. After he did that, he put his hands up and smiled at her.
Lydia lightly laughed and said, “I appreciate the gesture, but that’s not gonna do you much good. I’ll just burn-”
Zemo cut her off by saying, “I’ll take that chance.”
He kissed her gently, not wanting to make her skin burn back up again.
A sudden knock at her door caused Lydia to jump and separate from him, turning her head towards her door.
“Lydia? We need to discuss the plan for tomorrow. Have you seen Zemo anywhere?” Bucky asked through her door.
Lydia turned back towards him with a devilish look on her face. She whispered, “Play along,” and quickly pushed him away from her, a glare forming on her face.
“Yeah, he’s trying to steal my champagne.”
Bucky opened the door to the pair glaring at each other with murderous intent.
“You mean, I’m trying to take away the champagne that you stole from the club,” Zemo quickly countered, getting the message.
“Well, it’s mine now, isn’t it?”
“Alright! Look, she can keep the champagne, it doesn’t matter,” Bucky said.
“James, that was worth probably around two thou-“
“I don’t care,” Bucky said while giving Zemo a death stare before continuing. “We don’t have time for this anyway. We have to figure out the plan for tomorrow, come on.”
He left the room, and Lydia turned towards Zemo, raised her eyebrows, and dramatically put her hand out. He rolled his eyes and took the champagne bottle off of the counter and gave it to her.
“You’re only getting this because he likes you more than me.”
“And who’s fault was that?” Lydia retorted.
Zemo gave her an annoyed look as she laughed, and they both walked out of the room.
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darsynia · 1 year
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Could you do a Bucky/OC one based off of the phrase "How the hell are you here right now?"
This got smutty AND all up in the feels. I hope you enjoy!
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Summary: “I won’t go back,” he says. His chest feels as hard as the vibranium that has built this place of refuge. Lyza is no foe, but she’s usually paid by one. Length/Warnings: 931 words / Oral sex, male receiving MINORS DNI Fill: @allcapsbingo square 'the 1970's'
Note: I think this story kind of fell flat when I first posted, because the implications of Bucky/OC and the previous summary implied some kind of relationship that would preclude any other. Lyza is definitely not a girlfriend, hardly a lover. This is a story about Bucky realizing the difference between his HYDRA life and the Avenger he's becoming.
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Oath of the Betrayed One
When he’s deep in cryo, he dreams of her.
He was awake a lot in the seventies, enough that his handlers worried he’d figure out what he was missing, so they’d found/hired/recruited Lyza cel Tradat to soothe him. A prize. Bucky knew it wasn’t her real name-- hell, ‘cel Tradat’ means ‘betrayed one,’ and she’d once told him that Lyza meant ‘oath.’
Bucky very much enjoyed fucking the oath of the betrayed one.
How he was able to remember her, he doesn’t know, but he figures it has to do with the way human memory works. His dreams of Lyza reinforced her reality, and now he’s standing in a field in Wakanda, and she’s walking toward him.
Except, she can’t be, because she’s every bit as wiry and beautiful as she had been in ‘73, when he’d committed an assassination every few months and came back to weeks on a beach with her before the ice again.
“How the hell are you here right now?” he asks when she’s close enough to catch the words. His arm isn’t even here right now, but Lyza is. She’s got on a swimsuit coverup over tiny white shorts and a tube top no one’s worn for decades. No bra, no shoes, too much eyeshadow, too much hair, that’s Lyza.
“I’m not. You’re dreaming again,” she says with an artful shrug. The fringed silk slips off of her shoulder, and Bucky reaches out to touch her, half expecting his hand to pass right through. 
It doesn’t. She’s warm, vital, and he shivers. If she’s right, why is she right? He doesn’t remember why he’d let that happen again, not now that he’s free of HYDRA, not now that he’s got Steve back. He trusts the people of Wakanda, and their trust means the world to him.
“Shhhh,” Lyza says, resting both forearms on his shoulders like she always does. She smells like sunshine.
“I won’t go back,” he says. His chest feels as hard as the vibranium that has built this place of refuge. Lyza is no foe, but she’s usually paid by one. For the first time, Bucky wonders if she’s some kind of construct, if those lazy pleasures they’d shared in the sand were a dream, too.
Was her name a hint, all along?
“You don’t have to, I promise,” Lyza says, trailing a languid hand down his chest toward his waistband. “This is another reward.”
He catches her hand as she starts on his buckle, squeezes hard. She doesn’t flinch, because she isn’t, can’t be real.
“Who sent you?” Bucky grits out. He’s a weapon who wields himself, now, but for all his bravado, he fears the answer to his question.
Lyza sinks down to her knees, head tipped back, unafraid as always. “You did. As a goodbye. A goodbye and a reward.” She leans forward, nuzzles at his crotch with a hum of approval. “I love that you’re sweaty and worn out, even in your dreams.”
Real or not, she knows just how to please him. His grip on her loosens, and Lyza takes advantage, finishes what she’d started. It’s a sultry commentary on truth, because if this weren’t a dream, he’d never insult his hosts by letting her strip him in broad daylight.
Fuck, but her mouth is perfect, even if nothing else around them is. It’s too hot, they’re too exposed, the wind is blowing the wrong way so her long, long hair is tickling his bare thigh, he’s about to lose his balance and--
Bucky tips his head back and stares at the sun above. His breath is coming in short gasps as Lyza’s hands and mouth trigger ten, fifteen, fifty memories that may or may not be real. All of them are more perfect than this one, but this is the one he’s rewarded himself with, because he remembers, now.
He’d chosen the ice, this time. To give his hosts time to figure out how to save him. To take part in saving himself.
“That’s right, let go,” Lyza coaxes, reaching for his hand. She wraps her silken hair around his fist, and Bucky lets himself look down at her. Her mascara’s running, lips stretched around him, imperfectly perfect, just right. “Use me,” she says, and he is, but more like a salve than a slave.
With a very great effort, Bucky stops her. He needs to know before the dream ends, and in his experience, most dreams end before the climax. 
“Was any of it real?”
“I’m sorry, Buck. It was all real. All of it.”
She doesn't just mean sex on the beach.
It’s the worst possible response, but it’s the one he deserves, Bucky thinks. “How do I wake up?” he rasps. He feels naked, but not because of what she’s been doing, and not because he’s given up the arm for now.
“Trust,” dream-Lyza says, her smile warm and reassuring.
“Well, shit,” Bucky smiles, with multiple decades’ worth of regretful humor.
“Trust you can finish what you started,” she continues, pressing a meaningful kiss to his thigh.
Bucky thinks about Steve, how grateful he is to have found him again. He thinks about the nobility of T’Challa’s grief, about how much faith in second chances it took to allow Bucky to convalesce in Wakanda. As he pushes his thoughts toward how to make amends, Lyza takes him in her mouth again, and the pleasure mitigates the pain of those thoughts so perfectly that he finally believes her.
The real Lyza is gone. So is the man HYDRA forced him to become.
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buckyswifesblog · 1 year
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Masterlist
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✍🏼 welcome loves
✍🏼 please don’t translate or used my stories
✍🏼 stories will also be posted in wattpad
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Characters
Chris Evans
Jake Wyler
Johnny storm
Harvard hottie
Nick Gant
Colin shea
Steve Rogers
Nick Vaughan
Frank Adler
Ari Lavinson
Ransom Drysdale
Lloyd Hansen
Sebastian Stan
Chase Collins
Bucky Barnes
Nick Fowler
Steve Kemp
Max
Jefferson
Tommy Lee
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• Having an affair with Andy Barber
pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5
summary: Yn is a law student while dating Ransom Drysdale, what will happen when Ransom is being arrested for physically abusing yn plus attempted murder by his grandfather, will yn ever find love ? Will she be afraid of loving again, will yn find love working at a law office Where Andy Barber works at
• Broken heart
pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4
summary: Yn and Andy barber were friends since middle school they did everything together until andy ask yn out on a date in high schoolThey both were in love everyone was jealous of their relationship more the popular girls in school but what will happen when yn enter Andy's room to see him and Laurie naked in the bed, years later they both got invited to the reunion where they see each other again, what will happen when Andy try to get back with her, when yn doesn't want anything with him again
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the assistant
Happiness
New parents
The other women
The proposal
Buddy
Love in the air
Emotional
Lust on web
Captain
Stalker
hike fun
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Bucky Barnes x Original Female Character
Summary: Desperate for connection after Endgame, Bucky seeks out someone from his past to see if his intimate memories of her are real.
Warnings: Sexual Flashbacks, Face Holding, Kissing, Crying, Angst, Magic, Touch Starvation, Bucky Working Through His Trauma
Part 1
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harlequin-hangout · 1 year
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Novosibirsk
Series Masterlist | Bucky Masterlist
Characters: Winter Soldier, The Harlequin (Female OC).
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Warnings: Violence, mention of sexual act, degradation if you squint, and I guess programming/gaslighting? This is written more like a military file, so I'm not really sure. Let me know if you think that I should add anything
Contains: Angst, Violence, Military/Covert Operations
Word Count: 1.8k
Summary: The Harlequin Initiative is being tested for the first time. Will the WInter Soldier's new subordinate be successful or will she be discarded as a failure?
Definitions
Soldat: Romanian, meaning Soldier ("sol-da")
Acoperi: Romanian, meaning "Cover" ("Ah-kah-per-ri")
Gata: Romanian, meaning "Ready" ("ga-ta")
Amestecat: Romanian, meaning "Blend In" ("a-mes-stik-ka")
Ascultă: Romanian, meaning "Obey" ("ass-kool-tuh")
Scoate: Romanian, meaning "Extract" ("squat-te")
Uşor: Romanian, meaning "Easy" ("oo-shore")
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Name: James Buchannan Barnes
Alias: The Winter Soldier, Soldat
Access: Restricted
Access Level: 5
Operative: Enhanced Soldier
Soldat has proven effective and loyal. Stronger, faster, and more durable than any of his previous tests, we believe Soldat is ready to be given command. Until further notice, Soldat shall be Acoperi’s handler on all missions. 
Name: Unknown
Alias: The Harlequin, Acoperi
Access: Restricted
Access Level: 5
Operative: Enhanced Assassin
Acoperi is meant to infiltrate and neutralize . Programmable to each target’s specific preferences, Acoperi has the ability to entice and separate, with no knowledge of her mission until Soldat activates the Harlequin Initiative. Acoperi is incapable of operation without a handler due to the nature of her programming, considering building subconscious trust between Handler and Assassin to improve mission efficiency.
Mission Date: November 19, 1949
Mission Location: Novosibirsk Charity Gala
Mission Target: Russian Minister of Foreign Affairs Vyacheslav Molotov
First mission test of The Harlequin (Acoperi). The Winter Soldier (Soldat) is to act as handler and return the new asset safely to base for reprogramming and reworking should the mission fail. Acoperi is to assassinate Molotov away from any witnesses. Any means necessary. Should Acoperi fail, Soldat is to complete the mission and secure Acoperi for return to base.
1600 – The assets have been removed from deep freeze. 
1630 – The assets have been thawed. Soldat taken to physical, Acoperi is ready for programming.
1715 – Programming completed, both assets have been taken to the Armory.
1800 – Assets Secured, departure on schedule.
Soldat sat stoically in the vibranium transport container. This was the only peace he received, away from the prying eyes of his masters. They had taken the girl out this time, too. A man in combat gear guided the girl into the transport container with him. Her evening dress and heels looked out of place among the men in tactical gear, however her blank expression mimicked his own. He turned his head slightly, taking in her appearance for the first time. She was tall, but not tall enough to raise alarm. Her hair was swept back, styled in an elegant updo, and her makeup was tasteful. She looked harmless, alluring even. No one would ever suspect the horrors that she was designed to be capable of executing. Hydra’s perfect little chameleon, and it was his job to pull the puppet’s strings. 
“Soldat.” The large man raised his eyesight to be met with a Hydra pilot. An in-ear communicator was handed to him. He allowed the device to be dropped into his hand and proceeded to secure it within his ear. The pilot leaned over the girl and placed one in her ear as well, his eyes lingering on her chest. Something in Soldat felt disgust. Feelings and thoughts were coming back, ever since the higher-ups made the decisions to only reprogram him when they were met with questions or disobedience. Soldat made a point of keeping to himself when he had these brief feelings. From somewhere outside the container, he heard voices.
“Too bad Winter Soldier in there can’t appreciate the piece of ass sitting next to him. I know she’s a weapon, but damn wouldn’t it be nice to have a night with someone like that who can’t say no?” A sneer flashed across Soldat’s face, vanishing as quickly as it appeared. These men were animals with no regard for anyone but themselves. An alarm began to blare as the door to the container sealed, leaving the assets in the pitch black save for a hazy red light. The test mission had begun.
2130 – On-time arrival.
The alarm rang through the silence again as the door to the container opened with a mechanical whir. Soldat stood, his large form causing him to have to bow his head until he stepped out of the transport container. The girl stayed absolutely still, awaiting orders. He turned, facing her.
“Acoperi.” Her head snapped up at the sound of his voice, though her face remained just as blank as before. “Gata.” She stood, standing only four inches shorter than him in her heels. Her shoes clicked on the metal as she exited the containment unit, and began to make her way towards the entrance to the charity gala. Soldat followed, breaking away as she made her way towards the other guests. His mission was to observe, and only intervene if she failed to complete her objective. Soldat scaled the wall of the building, positioning himself outside the large skylight over the building’s ballroom. As soon as he had her in his sights, he pressed the speech button on his communication device.
“Acoperi. Amesticat.” He watched her whole demeanor change instantaneously. No longer was she the rigid, militaristic form she had been in the containment unit. She moved with grace, a smile gracing her lips as she greeted dignitaries and socialites alike. Mysterious and enchanting, the new personality that Zola had programmed into her quickly endeared her to the rich, famous, and powerful. She looked so . . . so harmless. So unlike a weapon meant to bring about the destruction of the Russian Office of Foreign Affairs. He kept eyes on her as she socialized, placing herself in Molotov’s line of sight. Between the cut of her dress and the sultry look in her eyes, Molotov wouldn’t be able to resist. Right on cue, the dignitary excused himself from his conversation, making his way to Hydra’s new toy. 
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Katya laughed, brushing her hand over Vyacheslav Molotov’s arm. While he was quite a bit older than herself, Katya couldn’t deny that she was attracted to power. He was a heavy man with a thick mustache and a receding hairline, but his appearance was overshadowed by his influence. 
“Mr. Molotov!” Katya’s voice was like a song, speaking in perfect Russian, accent barely visible. “I’m having such a good time. Would you accompany me to the dance floor?” She bit at her lower lip, hoping he caught her meaning. The dance floor now, hopefully a private room and a life of luxury later. Slipping her arm through his, she allowed him to escort and lead her. Katya was attracted to power, and she knew that men like Molotov were attracted to control. She offered him control of her movements – and by extent, her body– as they glided across the dance floor. As the music died, Molotov leaned forward, pressing his lips to the crook of her neck. She pressed her chest forward, her breasts squishing against his chest. She could hear his breath hitch, and his hands came to rest on the small of her back. She was just about to pull away when she froze, a gruff, mysterious voice crackled to life in her ear.
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“Acoperi. Ascultă.”
Soldat watched as the girl’s form stiffened, then relaxed again. Given ten minutes, everything would be over. On his command, she began to manipulate Molotov into place, working him away from the rest of the guests and towards the private powder rooms. Soldat watched as the lecherous old man groped at the girl’s hips, pressing his crotch against her ass as they made their way through the crowd. As the powder room door closed, he switched his focus to the device in his ear. 
2254 – Target has been isolated. Harlequin is undercover and awaiting command.
Soldat could hear the girl’s breathing. Even and controlled, she was ready. As he heard Molotov begin to whisper disgusting phrases in her ear – Soldat was sure he heard the dignitary refer to the girl as “his good little whore” – he could also make out the faint rustling of fabric. It made sense, seduction was the path of least resistance to a lecher like Molotov. He waited a few minutes longer, until he could hear the old man commanding the girl to get on her knees. The sounds coming from the communicator as she took the pig of a man into her mouth sickened the small part of him that could still feel, but the situation was ideal.
“Covet. Rough. Twenty-three. Midnight. Campfire. Six. Borrow. Landing. Zero. Carrier.” As soon as Soldat spoke the last of the command phrase, the sounds ceased. The girl’s breathing evened, and he heard the click of her heels as she lifted herself back to her feet.
“Winter Soldier recognized. Harlequin is ready to comply.” Her voice was monotone with no emotion. Zola’s experiment was a success. Soldat did not hesitate. This part was as easy for him as pulling a trigger.
“Acoperi. Eliminate. No witnesses.”
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The girl stepped out of the powder room, smoothing her dress. Her movements were exact as she made her way to the exit, leaving Molotov’s body to be discovered by the next occupant. Soldat descended from the roof, seating himself in the transportation container. The click of the girl’s heels alerted him to her arrival as she made her way into the helicopter. She stood in front of him, expression as blank as when they arrived. The blades roared to life as the containment unit door shut, and the hazy red light returned. Soldat rested his back against the wall. He inspected her form. She had left her first mission with no injuries and no blood staining. He was going to be giving a very favorable mission report. Her expression remained blank, but a small tear escaped the corner of her eye. Soldat frowned. Did she still have the capacity to feel? After everything Hydra put both of them through, could she still feel? He would have to – Soldat’s train of thought stopped dead in its tracks. Some little piece of humanity buried deep inside him was stirring, and for the first time in ages, Barnes made the call. This was for him to know. If she could still feel, they would do even more horrible things to her to remove all emotion. This was for him and him alone. 
“Acoperi. Uşor.” He released her from the Harlequin Initiative, her form relaxing. She lowered herself to the ground, the tears falling more freely though her expression never changed. Barnes placed his vibranium hand on her head, gently stroking her hair. She rested her head on his lap and hugged his calf tight to her chest, looking for any comfort after the horrors she had just witnessed and been helpless to stop.
“  . . . Winter . . .” Barnes stiffened. Her voice was . . . different. It wasn’t the sultry Russian of Katya, nor was it the mechanical Harlequin Initiative. This was . . . This was just her. Barnes blinked, staring at the broken girl on the floor in front of him. She had executed her role perfectly, his mission had been a success. The Winter Soldier felt nothing. But Barnes . . . Barnes made a silent promise to rip apart the men who had broken their minds.
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lunarbuck · 1 year
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What Once Was - Drabble
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pairing: Bucky x OFC
wc: 430
summary: A peek into the life of Lizzie, Fiona, and Bucky three months after they move to Wakanda
warnings: none! just fluff
a/n: this is a drabble for my completed series, What Once Was!!! I am so happy to revisit these characters, even just for a few moments <3 This is my entry for Week 2 of the slumber party challenge!!
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Lizze dipped her feet in the cool water of the river. The sun was rising in the East, and fluffy clouds floated gently through the sky. After three months of living in Wakanda, LIzze had found her favorite thing to do. It started as an early morning walk that got earlier and earlier, exploring the many trails through Wakanda’s beautiful terrain.
Eventually, it morphed into this. Leaving so early that the stars were still out and making the trek to the river, where she’d stand on the bank and watch the sun emerge from her slumber. The first time she’d left, Bucky freaked out about her going missing, so now she was careful to leave notes.
It was her favorite thing, feeling the sand between her toes, the water on her skin. She loved watching the birds and the fish. There was so much life there, in Wakanda. So much love.
She heard their footsteps swishing through the grass before she heard their voices.
“Come on, lovebug, I know you’re tired, but it’s gonna be worth it.” Lizzie didn’t need to turn around to know that Bucky had dragged Fiona out of bed to make the hike to the river for the sunset. Fiona had done it before, but never this groggily.
“Are we there yet?” Fiona practically whined, and Lizzie could perfectly picture the way her daughter probably rubbed her eyes and stomped her feet.
“Just about,” Lizzie answered as the sun started to peek out on the horizon. A moment later, Bucky and Fiona were at her side, feet in the water.
“Good morning,” Bucky whispered, pressing a kiss to Lizzie’s temple. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and she melted into this embrace. The hardest part about this morning ritual was leaving Bucky’s arms. He was like her own personal furnace. It was getting increasingly more difficult to extract herself from his warmth in the mornings.
The three of them watched the sun paint the sky with beautiful, bright colors. Ones that she was sure didn’t exist anywhere else. Stood between her parents and leaned against their legs. Lizzie’s fingers combed through her daughter’s hair, and she couldn’t help but feel content.
This was where she was meant to be. Here, in Wakanda, with her family. This was the peace she and Bucky had been searching their whole lives for. Everything before this moment felt like a dream. It felt like another reality.
“I love you,” she whispered into Bucky’s chest.
“I love you more,” he replied, lips moving against her hairline.
“I love you most.”
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buckybarnesb-tch · 1 year
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Random Thought: Bucky Barnes
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Chef!Bucky Barnes
Bucky Barnes as a Chef
He is trying to get used to real food again after years of supplements and IVs or being force fed through a tube to keep him going as the Winter Soldier. He discovers after watching cooking videos online that the act of cooking is actually quite calming for him. He quickly learns what he likes and what he doesn’t, willing to try almost anything just to see if he enjoys something new.
Bucky loves sweet things! Just about any fruits except honeydew and cantaloupe, his favorite is plums! He’s also a big fan of grapes (green, not red) and peaches. Bananas and apples he can take or leave, and he loves watermelon.
He’s not a huge fan of sour things. He can handle spicy foods to a very high level without getting sick (he ate a ghost pepper by accident once) though he is picky about what spicy things he likes and he loves jalapeños.
He can chop vegetables faster than anyone else in the kitchen so when they needs things chopped in bulk Bucky just gets a cutting board and chops cucumbers, carrots, tomatoes and lettuce for 20 minutes and they’re set all day.
He can pick pans and trays up out of the oven without an oven mit with his left hand. Also, thanks to employees needing to wear gloves in the kitchen he can use the metal hand in front everyone. If after hours or before opening, anyone ever asks why he wears the gloves while not handling food he tells them he had an accident in the kitchen and got severely burned so no one ever minds that he never takes the glove off of his left hand.
He exclusively works in the kitchen so he rarely has to interact with anyone other than the other Chefs. He also has a fantastic memory, and never once gets an order wrong.
He makes friends with the other chefs and they share recipes, and one of them gets Bucky into baking as well. After work every day he will make himself something for dinner, take it home and set it on the counter. He’ll mix whatever it is that he’s trying next and put it into the oven before eating his dinner. Bucky loves brownies and he’s gotten good at making cake, just trying to make a 2 tier cake for the first time and it actually turned out pretty good. His absolute favorite though is banana bread, it is fantastic and he makes at least one, usually 2 every week so that he can have some for breakfast before he runs out the door every morning.
Bucky is people’s worst nightmare if he ever sees a waitress cry. The waitresses are all very nice to Bucky, and only one of them seems to be that way only because they think he’s attractive, he has a soft spot for them. Especially since they deal with the customers so he doesn’t have to, he feels for them knowing how cruel humans can be, even about the dumbest things. But if a customer takes it too far, if someone makes it personal, insulting or bitching at a waitress, Bucky will leave the kitchen. Everyone who works there knows Bucky leaving the kitchen is always a bad thing. He comes in the back door and leaves through the back door, there’s also an employee bathroom so he never has to enter the dining room, so when he does something is very wrong. Bucky is an intimidatingly large man, though everyone in the restaurant knows he’s basically a Pit bull puppy, sweet, gentle, loving and misunderstood for the way he looks. (Bucky Barnes really is exactly like a Pit bull! Only mean because people made him that way, always putting his trust in humans again after being fucked over and is the most kind hearted thing you’ve ever met in your life. Bucky Barnes is a Pitty!)
Bucky will remove all the plates from their tables and dump them into the trash right in front of you, and if he has to actually speak no one will get a word in edgewise. His voice is loud and deep, it commands attention and most grown men wouldn’t have the balls to snap back at him and the ones that try live to regret it. Bucky is a pro at getting people to swing first, as long as they do he is legally allowed to toss you out of the restaurant and he is more than happy to do it. He would never hit a women, however he will ensure she can’t swing at him again before carrying her out of the building, and for any man, (though there have only been 2 who are courageous enough to hit Bucky) they learn quickly that that’s stupid. One hit and they’re on the floor, one of the men was so dizzy he actually had to crawl out of the restaurant.
Bucky as a chef would be fantastic. Plus, I dare you to tell me that Bucky Barnes with his hair in a little bun while he cooks isn’t the cutest thing you’ve ever thought about in your life!
He can cook for me any day🥵🥵
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aikaterini-drag · 8 months
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Bucky Barnes
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Series (explicit 💦):
Pairing: Bucky Barnes × Fem!OFC
Fading Scars • Bucky Barnes gets re-captured by Hydra. He is sent on a mission to abduct a woman named Grace. But he will soon find out that she is all he could ever ask for; his salvation, his whole world. Status: Ongoing | Warnings: Violence, Non-Con Abduction, Explicit Sexual Content, Fluff, Enemies to Lovers
Super Soldier, Super Dad • For Sergeant Bucky Barnes, life had been filled with nothing but missions and uncertainty. But everything changed when he met his Jane. She walked into his world and cast away the nightmares. She made him smile, made him love again, and gave him life’s most surprising gift— their child. Status: Ongoing | Warnings: Established Relationship, Unplanned Pregnancy, Explicit Sexual Content, Unprotected Sex, Pregnant Sex, Fluff, Dad-to-be Bucky Barnes
Alpha Bucky Barnes (explicit 💦)
Pairing: Alpha Bucky Barnes × Omega!reader (no mention of y/n)
Craving • Your Alpha returns from his most recent mission, he has missed you and he craves for the scent and feel of your body.
ONE-SHOTS (No smut ✨)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes × Fem!reader (no mention of y/n)
Unspoken Desires • Bucky hesitates to open up to you, fearing to tell you how much he admires and wants you (takes place during tfatws, shy Bucky)
First Date • Your first date with Bucky (takes place during tfatws, kisses, boyfriend Bucky, fluff)
Into the Heart • How it would feel to be intimate with Bucky Barnes (established relationship, fluff)
Wrapped in affection • Snuggling in bed with Sergeant Barnes (fluff, kisses)
All-consuming Love • Bucky loves you more than anything in the world (implied smut, fluff, intimacy)
The Dance of Raindrops • Caught in a sudden downpour couldn’t be any sweeter (comfort, fluff, intimate kisses)
Fragile Embrace • Bucky is afraid to hug you tightly because of the serum in his system (implied smut, fluff, intimacy)
Caring Boyfriend • Bucky has never before seen you get sick or feel unwell, and now he's in overprotective mode (caring overprotective Bucky, fluff)
Smiles and Smooches • You get drunk and demand kisses and hugs from your boyfriend. He is more than happy to please you. (emotional security, fluff, kisses)
ONE-SHOTS (explicit 💦)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes × Fem!reader (no mention of y/n)
Whispers of Rapture • Bucky wakes up from a nightmare and longs for the warmth of your skin against his (needy Bucky, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, cockwarming)
Special Content (explicit 💦)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes × Fem!reader (no mention of y/n)
Night of Sensual Delights (Halloween Special) • You plan a sweet and romantic Halloween night with but your boyfriend has other ideas for enjoying his candy (oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, cockwarming)
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He'd been there in a flash to save your life, and then, within the blink of an eye, he was gone. When things settled down months afterwards, you decided to say thank you. You arrived at the Avengers headquarters, guards eyeballing you instantly. You held up a basket and smiled a little. "I have a gift for Mr. Steve Rogers." you said as they inspected the package and searched you.
They let you pass a few moments later, realizing everything was fine and told you to wait for Captain Rogers by the front desk. You were offered a chair once you spoke to the receptionist. You looked around, taking in the surroundings.
Steve stood at the top of the stairs, glancing down and seeing you siting there he glanced at Nat. "Is that...?" he whispered. She nodded and smiled a little. "Yeah...Y/N...she's here to thank you for saving her....in New York," she added the last part softly, her smile turning to a frown. "So she still doesn't remember?" he asked quietly. Nat sighed, "No, Dr. Helen Cho will be here this afternoon, Tony thinks she maybe able to help."
Steve nodded sadly, before he straightened his shoulders and walked down the stairs. "Miss?" a soft voice called out. You looked up and smiled standing "Oh! Mr. Rog-Captain-Mr. Captain Rog-Mr. Ameri-Mr. Captain America Rogers.." you stumbled over yourself. Steve smiled a little and chuckled. "Please call me Steve," he said hold his hand out. You smiled and slowly slipped your hand in his. It felt like an electric shock going through your body.
"I brought you a thank you gift, for saving me a couple months ago...um, you probably dont remember...it was the diner on-," "On 43rd Street, you had your hair in a bun, a pale yellow uniform dress with a white apron on......" Steve said staring into your eyes. "I remember.....I remember everything about you..." he said quietly. "Don't do it steve..." Nat whispered watching from the walk way above.
"Your favorite color is light blue, your favorite food is pasta, any kind, your favorite drink, tea or coffee, depends on your mood and the day....Your favorite candy is chocolate, you love sweat pants, fuzzy socks, and my long sleeved shirts. Your favorite movie, you cant sleep unless you're tucked in my arms, your head against my chest...I remember the crinkles by your eyes when you laugh. All the freckles on your nose...I used to count them when you were sleeping....I remember.....everything about you baby," Steve said grabbed your arms. "Don't you remember me? Us?" he asked, pleading with you.
You froze in fear, dropping the basket between the two of you, the small glass figure inside breaking instantly. A hand was on your arm in an instant. Sarah pushed Steve back, "I think that's quite enough for today...Y/N, come on, let's get you home...go ahead and head to the car." She said, you looked at her and nodded before looking back at Steve with a slight worry in your eyes.
Sarah sighed looking at him. "You know that doesnt help her recovery..." Steve looked angry. "It's been 6 years! That doctor clearly can't help her. Bring her back here at 2, Dr. Cho will be able to help her." Steve said before turning sharply and walking away.
Steve had to come to terms that if Dr. Cho couldn't help you....maybe it would be best that you both moved on with your lives. It was just something he didn't want to think about. He didn't want to give up on you, but, maybe it was better for you if he stayed at a distance.
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As It Was (S2)
Chapter Twelve
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Summary: You have a bold idea that obviously leads you and Bucky into an argument. Who doesn't like a wedding?
Author's note: Dear readers, I will be writing this fanfic again. This second season will have shorter chapters and it will probably take me a little longer to update the fanfic but I hope you like it!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS STORY, there may be adult content and verbal and physical violence.
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"That's the craziest invention you've ever had, Melisa. Did your ex-husband agree to this whole strategy?" Sam asks after you tell him your plan to capture Steve and Killian.
"What makes you believe I told him before I told the four of you?" I speak confidently that they will see things as I do.
"To recap, do you want to be bait in a fake wedding; making two dangerous men come after you?" Yelena seems to have understood the premise of my genius plan.
"Yes, this marriage will make them want to burn the archives. Despite my father's evidence, the fact that they tried to kill me makes everything worse." The reality is that I can't run away forever. Not knowing when something might happen to you or someone you love.
"What if they don't show up? Are you going to marry Barnes again?" Sam says it like it's the most unlikely thing in the world, considering I was married to Barnes once.
"Whatever, it's better to take a risk and not work out, than to do nothing and live in fear." I say, determined to make this weak team help me capture the man who killed my father and the man who almost killed me.
"I agree with Melisa, living in fear doesn't do any good. Not to mention that her marrying Bucky isn't the end of times. We'll be there to protect the engaged couple after all." Wanda speaks, trying to seek support in her wife's eyes, but Yelena seems unsatisfied.
"This could go very wrong, you could die, we could die too because Barnes won't accept this and we will have to do it without his cooperation. So if everything goes wrong he will take it out on us." Sam's right, Barnes will probably be pissed at them and if I survive at most I'll get two weeks without sex as punishment.
"But if we don't do anything to help Melisa, these two cowards will haunt her life. My friend spent months in a hospital bed and wants her peace back. I think we should give her that." Dave he says with authority, trying to show himself as a supporter of this plan. I hug him gently.
"Give what, to whom?" James Barnes came out of his eternal bath wearing a robe. Look, I didn't tell him about the plan but I know he's going to hate it.
"His ex-wife had an unusual idea to solve a problem. We're trying to figure out if it's worth trying." Yelena responds to Barnes, who looks confused.
"Funny, my ex-wife hasn't said anything to me in the days we've been together. At least nothing about this plan." You know that weird feeling like you're going to get fucked? I'm feeling it now.
"That's because she didn't feel you were ready to accept that plan." I say quietly as if I wished I didn't have to say anything.
"On a scale of one to ten, how much does Melisa put herself in danger in her plan?" He asks, clearly speaking to the rest of the group.
"Nine." Exactly everyone says it together, as if they were synchronized. Barnes looked at me as if to say, now you know why I don't like his plan.
"Baby, there's no way I'm going to agree to this plan. You at least suggested being bait to catch the two mother fuckers that almost killed you and I." It's funny how he says this minutes before grabbing me by the waist and kissing me on the cheek. 
"I'm not going to give up on the plan, Barnes. I love you and I respect you. I would like you to respect my plan and follow it. But if you don't, I'll go through with it without you." I said looking into the eyes my ex. I know he wants the best for me but I can't live in this way forever. 
"Do you want to end up like your father?" He responds sharply and I move away from him. I think we went back to the beginning of our relationship again. He wants to have the last word and I want to do what's best for me.
"Better to end up like him, than to live a life of fear and cowardice. If you don't understand me, that's your problem. But if you love me that much, you should support me and protect me. It was exactly for this reaction that I didn't tell you the plan." I say this hoping he will say something, say he will accept the plan or that I can't count on him. But I get silence. In fact, he left the house that was once ours and left without saying a word. 
"I changed my mind, I'll support you in this. If you need a new fiancé, I'm available. Now I'm going to go and see where your husband went." Sam says kissing my cheek and going after Barnes.
"I still think this plan is crazy but if you're willing to fight Barnes over this, it must be important to you. Count on me, for any plan you have." Yelena says giving me a look of support. I am grateful for her decision to help me.
"These idiots and I are going to help you. Either way we're going to get Steve and Killian. One way or another." Wanda says hugging me and then saying goodbye. Just me and Daven left.
"Wine and ice cream?" Dave says, throwing himself on the couch and turning on my TV. You nod your head, hoping that some movie will take your argument with Barnes out of your mind. To think he was so angry that he came out in a bathrobe. It's even funny. 
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