#winter soldier x reader
Tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Reader
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Summary: When you get the call from Bucky about a potential mission, you didn’t think it would change your life in more ways than one.
The Call: Bucky calls you with a mission, and you can’t help but accept.
Aftermath: Following the fight with the Flag Smashers, you need a certain brunette super-soldier to help you get through your injuries.
The Final Session: After getting him out of jail, Bucky realizes that you might have to turn to an old foe in order to get information about the new super soldiers running around Europe.
The Conversation: Having a moment to spare, you and Bucky have the opportunity to talk about what happened and what it means. After seeing Zemo, Bucky runs you and Sam through a hypothetical that turns out to be not so hypothetical.
Stay In Character: Going to Madripoor, you, Sam, and Bucky are forced to play roles of people you are not. It takes a toll on some more than others.
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Missed Opportunities | Helmut Zemo x Reader | Chapter 3
Welcome to Part 3! You've made it this far? I'm impressed. Thank you for sticking around. This is quite the long chapter so, I hope you enjoy the juicy action all around.
And this one was quite the doozy to write. It's 3AM now? Hah, I've spent the entire day writing two chapters. But definitely don't expect more at quite this frequency. But I appreciate you all none the less.
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For previous chapters go here: Part 1 | Part 2
Word Count: 5.358
It had been precisely three hours, forty-two minutes since two Avengers and a criminal mastermind had left the safe house you were staying in.
You were currently staring up at the ceiling with mild boredom waiting for the next round of texts to come in. An alert notification rang through the near empty residence, the noise echoed off the walls of the living room intensifying the reverberation of sound.
Rolling over, you flopped onto you stomach from your position on the couch, stretching your arm out to grab the phone off the coffee table.
Carefully, you read the incoming message. 'No recent signs of Karli, but following up on a handprint Bucky found a couple miles from our initial start position. Zemo has a theory it might lead to a section of tunnel that veers off towards the harbor. Will update again in another hour. - S'
So they'll easily be gone at least another couple hours, leaving you to your own devices. That's dangerous. There's no telling what kind of trouble you could get into without something to do. Your mind was always processing, constantly formulating new plans and calculating risk probabilities. It's why you were so fidgety and animated. You didn't inherently have ADHD, but your brain was so active the symptoms manifested as such. You had a genius level intelligence, you just chose to down-play it most of the time. You craved activities to keep your mind from going into overdrive; it's why you spend most of your mornings running. To drain your body of excess energy and let your brain rest.
You groaned in irritation, tossing the phone back onto the coffee table. Sam could have at least given you a pin point location so you could do some research on the area where the handprint was found.
Maybe you could read for a bit.
You got up and headed to your room at the back of the apartment. Zemo gave you the last room at the end of the hallway, it also happened to be the only room that had a half bath attached to it. Which in retrospect, was quite thoughtful of him.
As you reached your room, a chilly draft fell across your body, causing goosebumps to raise on your fair skin. You noticed you left a window open in the room and moved to close it. Often times, late at night you sat at the window sill and read to pass the time when you couldn't sleep. Sometimes, you'd crack the window open and simply listen to the sounds of the outside; they were just as soothing. There was no denying it was quite lovely where you were staying. Helmut Zemo had impeccable taste.
You grabbed your book and crossed the room, rubbing your arm to help circulate some heat back into your body, but before you got to the door, a patch of blue caught your eye. Zemo's hoodie. It had been left draped haphazardly over the back of one of the chairs in your room. A constant reminder you needed to give it back to the Baron, but you weren't ready to just yet, and funnily enough, he hadn't asked for it.
Shifting from foot to foot, you debated what to do. It was comfortable. Wearing it one last time couldn't hurt, right? There wasn't anyone here to cajole you about it anyways and you could just take it off before the guys got back. Perfectly reasonable. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you snagged the garment off the chair and pulled it on as you walked back out to the main living room, book in hand.
As you rounded the corner and made your way through the kitchen back to the couch, you heard a loud metallic bang against the entry-way door accompanied with the tell tale signs of door knobs turning. Caught off guard by the sudden intrusion, you had leapt off the ground, clutching the book to your chest.
You stared at the door in fear knowing it was way too soon for anyone to have returned yet. And they wouldn't have caused the disruption in the attempts to break in. Pushing down your apprehension, your senses started to return to you, and you realized you need to get to your phone. Now.
Your eyes moved across the apartment and landed on the coffee table a short distance away from you. Bingo. You took a step forward towards the table when the front doors suddenly swung open and a whirl of red, white and blue flew past your face. The projectile, nearly hitting you, caused you to stumble, knocking you backwards onto the floor. You landed clumsily, but thankfully caught yourself before your head smacked against the ground.
You didn't need to look up to know exactly what object flew at your head. The sound alone was unmistakable.
"Apologies for the erratic entrance, I only meant to use it to help open the door - I hadn't planned on Lemar here unlocking the them so easily. When the doors fell open, it kind of just flew right out of my hand."
Annoyance had now replaced your fear.
You had many opinions of the man based off what Sam and Bucky had told you, but you hadn't had the pleasure of actually meeting him. Until now.
This did not help sway your opinion of him in the very least. If anything, it only solidified that the government had made a rash decision. You don't just had over the shield to anyone.
You glared up at the intruders from your position on the floor. This was completely unexpected. How did he even manage to locate this safe house? Something nagged at the back of your mind that Captain Walker might have had help from people with a questionable background. You shoved the thought aside for the time being.
Lemar had gone around to the back of the couch and pulled the shield out of the wall embedded in between the two stained windows. Walker, who stood next to you, was offering his hand to help you up.
You didn't even make an effort to consider his gesture and got up off the floor without his assistance, dusting yourself off in the process.
Walker appeared undeterred by your dismissal of him and instead put on a winning smile and rotated his hand in the attempts of a handshake.
"I think we got off on the wrong foot. John Walker. Captain America," he proudly stated.
"I know who you are Captain Walker, as well as your friend here," you briskly answered, crossing your arms in front of you.
You could see the smile start to drop off his face and his eyes turn a bit darker.
"And I know who you are as well, you're well documented along with the Avengers, but I was trying to be polite," Walker grounded out with forced effort.
You didn't want to start an argument with the newly anointed Captain America, but there was something off about him that just irritated you.
"Polite?" you sarcastically question. "How is barging into someone's residence, polite? Please, do explain," you shifted your weight onto one side, giving him an expectant look.
"I don't have to explain myself to you. In case you've forgotten, I'm Captain America," he took a step towards you, his body language highly suggesting an intimidation tactic.
You held your tongue and took a step back to place more distance between yourself and Walker. You spared a glance at his partner to gauge his reaction, but his expression was guarded, although he was watching with rapt attention.
"What do you want, Walker?" you bit out. You attempted to keep some of the contempt out of your voice, but he had quickly turned your mood sour this afternoon.
"Where's Zemo?" Walker cut straight to the chase this time.
"Not here, obviously," you held your arms out, gesturing around.
"I want to know where Zemo is. He's coming with us," the captain took another step towards you, this time with a more forceful intention.
You furrowed your brow and took another step back. His posturing was starting to make you slightly nervous.
"Even if I did know where he was, I'm not saying either way. Zemo has been surprisingly helpful to us, and we need him to locate Karli along with the rest of the Flag-Smashers, including the missing vials of serum. And he's more likely to continue working with us, than provide you with any information at all. That I can say with absolute certainty," your words sounded confident, but inside you were trembling.
That was apparently the wrong thing to say to Captain America.
His entire demeanor changed. Once where there was some warmth and light-heartedness, there was only a cold emptiness left in his gaze. He reached back to grab the shield from Lemar, and then without any warning shoved you back against the wall to your left.
You heard the distinct sound of your right shoulder pop as is slammed into the wall along with the rest of your body. The rapid movement from Walker and impact from the shield knocked the wind right out of you. The pressure from the amount of force he was exerting pinned you to the wall and caused the shield to be painfully pressed into your side, separating you from Walker. You could feel the rim of the shield digging slightly into your neck, but not enough to cause any real damage.
"John!" you heard Hoskins shout with alarm from behind Walker.
You swallowed thickly; very real fear had settled into your bones. You were capable of defending yourself, but hadn't actually needed to put those skills into any use. Bucky and Sam had taught you some moves and hold to get out of, but it never crossed any of your minds once you'd have to fight Captain America. You tried to shift your head to the side to see how far away your phone was. What possible options you had. Maybe you could appeal to his partner and deescalate the situation before things got too ugly.
"I'm only going to ask this one last time. Where is Zemo?" Walker spit out, putting force against the shield, which in turn, caused you to grimace in pain.
"Hoskins, you really going to allow Captain America to torture an innocent citizen trying to help in a cause we're all aligned in?" you gasped out, trying to swallow as much air as possible through the pain wracking your body.
You refused to let it show. Holding back as much of the discomfort you were in. You didn't want to give Walker the satisfaction.
"John, ease up. She's not a terrorist, and frankly, I agree with her," Hoskins voiced, his footsteps bringing him closer to Walker with the hopes of gaining his attention no doubt.
The pressure from the shield against your form was lifted slightly, though the shield was still closer to your body than you'd like to admit. You closed your eyes to focus on regaining some stability and figure out your next course of action to get yourself out of this mess.
"Stay out of this Lemar," John replied, but his menacing stature had lessened minutely.
You opened your eyes to stare at Walker. He had removed the shield between the two of you and placed it on his back; however he stepped into your personal space instead and placed a hand against your collarbone, essentially rendering you immobile again.
Well, at least now you could breathe.
Walker peered down at you with distain, "You're really not going to give him up are you?"
You clenched your jaw and lifted your chin defiantly at him.
"No," you answered.
The wheels were turning inside Walker's head. You could literally see the fire burning in his eyes, realizing he wasn't going to get an answer out of you. Not willingly.
He dipped his head and released his hold on you, pointing a finger right at your face, "This isn't over. Not by a long shot."
You saw Lemar walk up and pat Walker's shoulder, "Alright, let's get out of here."
Walker straightened up and stiffly walked away, leaving Hoskins trailing behind. His ego had taken a blow today.
Hoskins gave an apologetic shrug, "He's under a lot of stress."
Before Lemar could fully clear your line of sight, you quietly spoke up, "He doesn't deserve that shield."
Hoskins didn't have a response to that.
In wake of the aftermath, you had tried to clean up as best possible. You assessed your injuries were non life-threatening, though your right shoulder was most definitely dislocated. The arm was kept close against your body hoping to not jostle it too much. You felt spikes of pain as you cleaned the area where Walker had thrown the shield into the wall, but ignored it so you could get the place back in shape before Sam, Bucky and Zemo returned.
Sam had messaged not too long ago, they were roughly 20 minutes out from the apartment.
Your ribs were throbbing from where the shield had been buried into your side, but you didn't think they had been broken, only bruised. You were going to have to ask one of them pop your shoulder back into place.
You were dreading the conversation, but were determined to remain as calm as possible to help alleviate the immediate reaction they were going to have once you revealed what happened.
The events of the day had finally caught up with you and coupled with the cleaning efforts, your body was signaling it's exhaustion. You were in the kitchen, and honestly didn't think you could make the short trip to one of the sofas; so you carefully sat on one of the chairs in the kitchen and waited patiently.
Sure enough, 20 minutes later, the doors to the apartment opened and the guys swiftly came in to greet you.
"Did you even leave the kitchen?" James inquired, coasting around the kitchen to grab a drink.
You smiled tightly and responded in kind, "For a short while, yes. Did you guys find anything worth while?" You quickly wanted to change the subject but knowing you were only delaying the inevitable.
"Yeah, we think we've discovered a possible building Karli is using to hideout in. We had planned on eating something quickly and then leave again to check it out tonight," Sam explained.
As Sam was talking, Bucky had accidently bumped into you, causing you to wince and pull your arm tighter to you. Luckily, he didn't see your face, but Sam did.
"Hey, you okay?" Sam questioned, voice filling with concern.
You blew out a breath bracing yourself for what you were about to say.
"What happened to my wall?" Zemo piped up, giving you a curious glance, he had moved to run his hand along the diagonal cut, inches deep, in the space between the ceiling to floor windows.
Bucky left his glass and walked over to get a better look, as did Sam. Both of them would know precisely what caused a mark like that to become etched into a wall.
Sam and Bucky snapped their heads back to you as soon as they saw the indention, but it was Zemo who spoke first.
"John Walker was here," he stated, shrugging off his coat and hanging it over the back of the couch he was nearby.
"It was an, eventful afternoon here," you tried to put some overly cheerful, comedic tones into your voice, but failed pretty miserably.
"What happened?" Sam immediately asked.
The trio had made their way back to the kitchen to get answers from you.
Zemo came to stand nearby, eyes roaming your body, searching. With his expertise, there was no question that he would quickly figure out you were injured; so you tried to tell your story as concisely as possible.
"Um, so - Walker and Lemar showed up. He asked for Zemo. I told him he wasn't here aaaaand they left. The end," you hurriedly spoke, wanting to get this over with and not draw any more attention to yourself.
But you could see in Helmut's eyes, he knew there was more to your story. His carefully crafted mask was starting to crack as you saw his gaze drift down to you cradling your arm underneath the island away from Bucky and Sam's eyeline.
"You're hurt," Zemo said. His face showed open concern as he walked the remaining distance to you.
With more tenderness than you thought possible coming from him, he slowly and carefully moved your right arm away from your body. He kept his eyes trained on you for any discomfort or signs of pain.
Once your arm had left your lap though, you reached over with your left hand to grip one his wrist to prevent him from moving your arm any further.
"Don't, please," you pleaded, gritting your teeth and swallowing down the pain threatening to erupt from you. You were panting now, and more clear than ever something had happened to you while they were gone.
Helmut released your arm without hesitation, but did not leave your side. You saw him exchange tense looks between James and Sam. Normally, Bucky would have been focused on keeping Zemo away from you, but with the current circumstances, he was no longer a priority.
"What actually happened?" Bucky softly called out, he and Sam had gotten closer to take a better look at you. Sam brought a chair out to sit next to you and give you a once over, while you explained.
The expressions on their faces were grim as they anxiously awaited your reply.
"It wasn't - it's not quite as bad as it seems," you started, stuttering out the words as Sam brought his hands up to check your head for any injuries first.
"He just barged right in and was insistent on finding Zemo. He was acting so arrogant and pompous, I just refused to give him any information on his whereabouts," you continued on. "He didn't like the fact I wasn't willing to cooperate with "Captain America" and he got a little.....rough with me."
Sam paused his surveying to meet your gaze. You could see the guilt beginning to creep into his eyes. He turned his head to look up at Bucky, who was angrily flexing his vibranium arm in displeasure. Probably only affirming his notion that Sam should have never given up the shield in the first place.
"What did he do?" Bucky's tone brook no argument. He wanted to know the truth.
You scrunched your face in unpleasantness when Sam checked your lower neck and collarbone, he had found the place on your body where the shield and his hand had met you.
"Is this from - ?" Sam couldn't finish his sentence and he looked away in anger. You could tell he just wanted to get up and throw something, and that was commonly uncharacteristic for him.
Zemo had shifted his position to take a peek at what Sam was doing while he checked you out. You saw how his eyes had darkened with quiet rage taking stock of everything. There was an outline of a thin scrap mark against the underside of your neck and jaw, but it was a clear demarcation that would only be caused from the shield itself.
You nodded sadly and focused on answering Bucky's question as you gave Sam the okay to keep going.
"Walker, didn't get what he wanted, so he did the only other thing he knows how to do," you cleared your throat and rubbed your hand against your forehead.
"Use brute force," Zemo darkly said.
"He used the shield to push me up against the wall over there," you pointed over as you continued re-telling what happened. "I was knocked into the wall pretty hard, but Walker lost all focus and nearly suffocated me from the force of the shield against my body. I think he -" you yelped like a wounded animal, not able to finish your story when Sam touched your shoulder.
Bucky's eyes had widen and became deeply concerned over your pained scream.
Your muscled were clenched tight as you tried to ride out the pain, face starting to turn red.
Zemo had placed a light hand on your back, leaning down to comfort you and remind you to breath.
You fumbled with your good arm as you tried taking in deep breaths and motioned to Sam what was wrong with your arm.
Even with your poor mime animation of pretending to have your arm pulled from your socket, James picked up on what you were getting at. He tapped Sam to switch places with him. Your eyes were watering at this point and you blinked back the tears wanting to fall.
"Alright doll, on the count of three, I'm going to raise your arm and put pressure on your shoulder, okay?" Bucky solemnly said.
Sam gave you a smile of assurance while Zemo ended up taking your good hand, letting you know you could use him to brace yourself. He and James shared a silent conversation before nodding at one another. If Sam had a problem with Zemo providing you comfort, he didn't show it. You figured he was letting some of his dormant humanity rise to surface in this moment.
You shook slightly trying to prepare yourself for the next round of pain once your shoulder was fixed, but James didn't give you any time.
"Three," he commanded, snapping your shoulder back into its socket before you had a chance to even reaction.
You let out another cry of pain, holding onto Zemo's hand tightly, but somehow, the fear of the oncoming pain dissipated as you let go of his hand and rubbed your shoulder with minimal soreness.
You cleared your throat and looked at everyone after a few moments of rest. Surprised at how efficiently James had handled your shoulder, but then again, he was the perfect person to do the job.
You scrunched up your nose at James, "What happened to one and two?"
He huffed out a laugh, "It worked didn't it?"
"Thank you. All of you," you gave a lazy smile through the tiredness that filled you up. "I think I'll be okay now - that was the worst of it. Promise. Walker didn't do any further harm to me. I managed to convince Lemar to get Walker to back down," you glossed over the section where Walker threatened you, but you could bring that up later.
None of them were satisfied with your response, but you're guessing they let it slide given the circumstances.
Zemo reached into the freezer to grab an ice pack. He handed it to you to place on your shoulder helping with your recovery. You accepted it from him extremely grateful. You mused your opinion of him was constantly evolving the more time you actually spent with him.
Sam had asked if you were sure there weren't any other areas you wanted to have checked over for injuries.
You assured him, you were alright, just tired and very sore.
Bucky had swiftly gotten up from his chair and made it known he wanted to go after Walker this evening. You knew he wasn't going to let this incident go any time soon. Sam had also been in agreement after fully understanding what transpired, but Zemo was eerily silent.
"You guys should follow your original plan. Don't let Walker distract you. I'm alive and I am going to be okay. Go follow your lead on Karli," you interjected, trying to be the reasonable one. There was no need for them to go off halfcocked while they were still very upset. You were too, if you were being honest with yourself, but your focus was on your friends first and foremost.
"Well, we're not leaving you here alone. I can stay behind and let Zemo and Sam check things out," James said.
"Actually, it makes the most sense if I stay behind," Zemo chimed in.
"Why is that?" Sam countered warily.
"The particular location you are going to, I have....a history there. It would be wise for me to not be seen in that part of town as to not raise any alarm bells," he reasoned with them.
"And why should we trust you with her?" Bucky asked, suspicion creeping into his voice.
"Because I have no motive to do any harm to her nor shall I allow any further injury come to her. On this James, I give you my word," Helmut replied, the seriousness of his tone was not lost on anyone in the room.
"Okay," Sam relented, moving about the kitchen to pack some food for their evening night out.
"Just like that, huh?" James said with disbelief.
"Yeah, just like that," Sam parroted back.
Bucky wasn't happy about the situation, but there was an urgency to find Karli, so he caved.
James leaned over on the counter to make sure I was 100% okay being left along with Zemo, reminding you at any time you can call and they'd rush back instantly for whatever reason.
You stood up slowly, balancing the ice pack on your shoulder and shuffled over a few steps towards him, "Thank you. Now, go."
You waved to to your friends a second round of goodbyes for the day. You sagged against the counter, temporarily forgetting about Zemo for the moment. You really needed to lie down.
As if he read your thoughts, you suddenly feel his presence as an arm wrapped around your waist, resting firmly against your hip.
"Here, let me help you get someplace more comfortable than this," Zemo asserted, taking his free hand and dropping the ice pack from your shoulder onto the counter. He then grabbed your left hand, raising your arm and wrapped it around his neck to help support you. So now most of your weight is on your left side, allowing your right to have most of the pressure released from your injuries.
You were so close to him you could smell his expensive cologne and aftershave. It was intoxicating and caused your head to swim a little. You stumbled slightly, but Zemo kept you steady as you both made your way to your room.
In your exhausted state, you managed to sneak in a few glances to Zemo, who was concentrating on the task at hand, not wanting to cause any jarring movements. He deserved more credit than you had been giving him; he truly did seem to care in his own warped way.
Once you had gotten to your room, he guided you to the bed to lie down. Not once had you complained. A true testament of just how tired you were. You couldn't even muster a snarky reply at his disheveled state of being, from practically dragging you down the hallway.
You snuggled into the hoodie you were wearing and tried to lie in a position that wouldn't cause too much discomfort for your shoulder and ribs.
Zemo had stepped into the closet and when he returned he came back with a couple extra pillows. He propped them against your injured side to prevent you from rolling over during the night.
If nothing else, Zemo was incredibly thorough when he focused on something. And right now, that focus was you. It was unnerving, but also thrilling at the same time. Maybe you did have a head injury, because all you could do was smirk at how utterly adorable he was tending to you. It made you curious as to whether this was what Zemo was like before. For the first time, you really wanted to know more about him.
You saw how he was confident in everything he does, and this situation was no different apparently. He had been muttering to himself as he adjusted bedding and made sure there was nothing in the room that you could trip over if you had to get up. He was taking in all the possibilities, like you did.
He had been actively avoiding looking at you though since Bucky and Sam left. You weren't entirely sure why, as he's had zero problems watching you over the past several days. You have a feeling it's because you're one of a few people who have seen beneath the surface of Helmut Zemo, and he's reacting the only way he knows how to at this moment.
You were too sleepy to ponder this any further and turned your head to the side to see what Zemo was fiddling with now.
He had finished up the last of his tasks and looked around the room satisfied with his work. Only then did he turn to look at you.
If it had been anyone else, you would swear that Zemo almost seemed nervous. He was, at many times in your experience, hard to read; so all of these new expressions are a different side for you to see.
Zemo tentatively sat on the edge of the bed next to you.
"Do you need anything?" he genuinely inquired.
You shook your head, indicating you didn't.
All of a sudden he laughed. It ended nearly as quickly as it had began. You raised an eyebrow him in reply, but he simply tugged on the sleeve of his hoodie you were still wearing.
Too tired to be embarrassed about it, you simply mumbled, "Shut up. I still plan on giving it back, although, given it's track record, you should quite possibly get rid of it. After what happened today, I think it might be bad luck."
You saw Zemo dip his head and chuckle at your reply. He look much more carefree when he laughed. You'd have to add him to your daily list. Make Zemo laugh.
His expression sobered rather quickly and became pensive after that staring out the window briefly before resting his gaze back on you.
"You keep it. It looks better on you."
Not knowing what to say, caught up in the storm in his eyes, you give a small smile. You can feel your cheeks turning red under the intensity of his stare.
Zemo stood up, getting ready to leave when you stopped him by latching onto his wrist.
"Wait," you murmured.
The swift action caused him to furrow his brow in confusion.
You weren't sure exactly what you wanted from him, only that you didn't want him to go.
You could tell you startled him with your request. Your eyes grew larger realizing your double meaning.
"Just until I fall asleep?" you clarified, a yawn escaped as you covered your mouth.
Zemo visibly relaxed and had you relinquish your hold on his arm so he could pull up a chair to your bed. He turned his head around the room in search of something. He went to the nightstand and picked up your book.
Amusement flitted across the features of his face as he read the cover. Zemo sat down on the chair and propped his feet up on the side of the bed.
You shut your eyes and tried to block out the soreness covering your body. Tomorrow would be worse. The next day always is. You had begun to doze off, when ever so quietly, you heard Zemo's voice fill the room.
He was reading to you. Lulling you into a peaceful sleep and letting you know he was still present. Wanting you to know, in his own way, he was upholding his promise to Bucky and Sam. That you were safe with him. That you could trust him just as you had, when you asked him to stay in the first place.
With those final thoughts, you drifted off, listening to the subdued sound of his voice.
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bucky waking up from a nightmare and all he keeps saying is “don’t leave me, please don’t leave me” as he holds you so tight
the winter soldier stomped around the hall, pointing his gun at people and pulling the trigger. people fled with pleas and screams, ducking with every shot. the winter soldier scanned the room, spotting the person he was told to find.
the winter soldier skipped steps as he ran up the stairs, standing in place as he rose his hand slowly, cocking the gun. all he saw was the back of their head, and he stepped closer, slower. the winter soldier pressed the gun against the back of the person’s head, and they slowly turned around.
you stood in silence as the barrel of the gun pressed against your forehead, staring up into his eyes. the winter soldier’s eyes flickered in between yours, gripping the trigger with his index finger slowly. you shut your eyes and the winter solider pulled the trigger.
bucky woke up with a loud sob, his breathing jagged and shoulders shaking as he sobbed. you sat up with him, rubbing his back and scooting closer to him. your fingers ran through his hair, pulling his head to your shoulder. bucky’s arms wrapped tightly around your body, crying into your neck.
“don’t leave me, please don’t leave me. please.. please..” he whispered, sniffling and letting out a sob. “don’t leave me, yn, please, don’t leave”
“i’m not going any where, bucky, i’m with you forever and a day. i’m not going any where, baby” you kissed his forehead softly a couple times, whispering the same words against his head.
bucky finally calmed down and you two laid back down, your nails softly drawing pictures into his back. your other hand rested on his cheek, thumb rubbing over his skin. bucky didn’t loosen his grip on you, scared to close his eyes in case he saw what he had a nightmare about.
“do you want something to eat? watch something? music?” you offered everything bucky enjoyed, but he just shook his head. his head snuggled deeper into your neck, taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly.
“i just want you to hold me, yn. please don’t leave me” he whispered, a tear running down the side of his face and landing on your skin.
“i’ll never leave you, bucky. it’s me and you against the world” you kissed his forehead and put on your relaxing music playing, humming along and bucky fell asleep to the vibrations, your warmth, and your words replaying in his head. ‘i’ll never leave you. forever and a day. i love you. i’ll never leave you. forever and a day. i love you’
you turned off the music when you heard bucky snoring, holding him as you fell back asleep yourself with your cheek on top of his head. you were what bucky always needed, and he never wanted to let you go, and you never wanted to let him go either.
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Kobik - Chapter V
Bucky X Reader
Chapter Summary: Bucky and Sam are still away leaving you and Kobik on your own. Soon, you learn that the two of you may not be as safe as you thought you were. And you learn a little more about how Kobik uses her powers.
Masterlist (For previous/future chapters)
“Wait, no!” you exclaimed.
“You have to slide like this.”
You demonstrated the move starting off with the run and sliding down the wood floor sideways.
“You can’t slide forward. That’s how you fall, kid!”
You were teaching her the Tom Cruise slide from ‘Risky Business', and having fun with it for the past hour or so determined to keep going until you both got it down.
She tried again wearing your socks that were obviously too big for her, but perfect for sliding. And once again she didn’t quite get it causing her to fall forward. She would have made full-face plants, but right before she’d hit the floor she’d begin to hover and bring herself back to a standing position. Honestly, you were pretty sure that the falling part was her favourite. You couldn’t blame her. Since she wasn’t actually getting hurt, watching her do it might have been your favourite part too.
The music that you were playing was so loud that you almost missed the sound of your buzzing phone on the table. It was Bucky.
You went to go pause it, but before you got to it Kobik managed to use her telepathic powers to turn it off.
It had been three days since Bucky and Sam left. And if it weren’t for him calling at least once a day, you would have been a bit worried.
“Hey, Y/N,” Bucky answered before you even had a chance to say anything.
“What’s up?” you asked.
“You and Sam find anything yet?”
You could hear a light sigh come from him. He sounded tired.
“We think we’re close.”
“Think?” you questioned.
“We’re pretty sure we’re close to figuring out who they are and what they want. We just need to figure out how to stop them before they go any further in their heavy search for her.”
Your heart skipped a beat. You had almost forgotten that the reason that Kobik was with you in the first place was because people actually wanted to hurt her.
“How’s she doing?”
Suddenly there was a squeal coming from behind you followed by a loud,
“I got it!”
“Should I ask?”
“Just…dancing,” you snorted.
“How are you guys doing?”
Suddenly you heard Sam’s voice shouting in the background.
“Tell your husband to stop being an irrational asshole so we can get through the next 24 hours in one piece!”
You let out a groan.
“Sorry I have you on speakerphone.”
You ignored that statement.
“Do I really want to know?”
Bucky awkwardly cleared his throat.
“Nothing you need to worry about, doll.”
Doll. He only used that when he was trying to suck up to you in the worst way possible.
Apparently, the two were headed to the airport in the countryside of Sweden and Bucky was driving.
“And how are…you?” he asked. His voice was a little bit apprehensive, and you knew why.
“We’re both fine,” you reassured. You both knew that you weren’t talking about you and Kobik.
You could sense a little bit of a smile in his voice along with a covert sound of relief.
“Have you called…I mean have you talked to…”
“Bucky,” you interrupted.
“Just get home in one piece, and we’ll get everything sorted out then okay?”
“What’s she talking about?” you heard in the background.
“Nothing,” Bucky replied annoyedly.
You playfully rolled your eyes. You knew he was going to keep this a secret for at least a little while longer.
You decided to let him go hoping that he would rest some rest on the plane ride back. When you said your goodbyes Kobik floated into your arms like a feather and said a quick hi, and bye. And before hanging up you also demanded Sam kick your husband’s ass if he didn’t behave. Sam happily agreed.
When you finally hung up you turned your head to an excited Kobik.
“Alright kiddo,” you said.
“Hit the play button.”
Kobik was surprisingly cuddly. And considering the fact that you were chronically sleepy nowadays, you couldn’t complain.
Despite the fact that it was only 5 pm, you didn’t want to move at all. And thankfully you didn’t have to. You laid on your side on the couch with SpongeBob playing on TV as Kobik slept cozily with her back against you.
You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. When you took it out you saw a text message from Bucky asking if you were home.
You decided that you didn’t really feel like texting so you just picked up the phone and called him.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Y/N, thank God. I was just about to call you.”
His voice sounded panicked.
“Are you at home right now?”
“Yeah, what’s up?” you croaked.
Kobik stirred a little bit at the sound of your voice.
“I need you to get out, now,” he stressed.
“I don’t have time to explain. Just head to our spot and be in the car within the next two min—”
Suddenly his voice was interrupted by a bullet shattering a window and hitting the kitchen counter.
Within an instant, Kobik was awake and alert.
“They’re here,” she said, grabbing you to jump behind the couch with her for shelter. She put her finger to her mouth signaling for you to keep her mouth shut.
Suddenly two men entered the apartment treading carefully.
“You think he’s here?” one guy in a blue shirt asked from the far corner away from you.
They were about 20 feet away from you with their backs turned to you. They were one motion away from seeing you. Actually, when you thought about it, it seemed unlikely that wouldn’t have seen you by now. And Kobik was uncharacteristically calm. And that’s when you noticed.
There was an almost invisible blue silhouette surrounding the two of you. Like a bubble; or some type of force field.
“Can they see us?” you mouthed.
She looked around her watching the two men passing back and forth in front of you.
She slowly shook her head.
“Do you really think that we’d still be alive right now if The Winter Soldier was in any close vicinity to us?” the other guy in a grey shirt answered.
“But the bigger question is where that little moneybag is. Kid killed my old partner. Weak-ass. How dangerous can a four-year-old with some powers be?”
Was that what they were calling Kobik? A moneybag? How much was she going out for like she was some inanimate jewel?
You took your phone out making sure that it was completely silent and began typing in the notes.
“Can we move while invisible?”
She nodded nervously.
You watched their patterns of movement and figured out how you were going to get to your bedroom which was where your gun was.
You wrote in your notes again.
“My room. Now.”
“Seriously, is anyone actually in here?” blue shirt whined.
Grey shirt shushed him and pointed to the keys laid out on the table near the front door, and your purse on the floor. It was obvious that someone was home.
He signaled him to stand on the other end of your office door which just happened to be the door across from your bedroom. They both counted down from three with their guns held tight in their hands anticipating some type of ambush and opened the door, storming in.
You took that as your queue and mouthed the words,
You bolted towards your bedroom and grabbed the case that held your gun. Kobik didn’t leave your side maintaining the illusion of invisibility.
After grabbing it you carefully walked out keeping Kobik close behind you. You saw that they were still in your office debating on who was going to open the closet door.
You took the opportunity of calm to fire three shots at the most dangerous-looking one and bolted back to the living room.
You couldn’t see who or where you shot exactly, but you could tell by the cries that you hit one of them.
One of them said something that you couldn’t quite hear. But the other one hollered,
“I just got hit in the fucking shoulder, you idiot!”
It sounded like grey shirt. Mission accomplished.
You almost smiled a little bit. Bucky was not going to let you be married to him without learning how to defend yourself to your best ability.
That was when you noticed that Kobik wasn’t at your side anymore. You began to panic.
“Kobik?” you whispered.
You turned to your left and found her in a corner under the counter of the kitchen. Keyword…You could see her.
Before you had time to get to her two bullets zoomed past your head by at least ten inches. You shot right back at whoever was hiding behind the office door trying to get you. Before he could fire another round you managed to shoot him right in the hand making him drop the gun. You ran over to Kobik to see if she was okay. Her terror was beginning to set in. Her hands shook, and her eyes were red trying to hold back tears and be brave.
“Are you okay?” you whispered.
And suddenly her eyes went from scared to terrified. That was when you noticed the reflection of a man in her eyes, and he was just about to shoot.
Kobik made a soft intricate motion with her hands, and just as she did the entire room transformed right before your eyes. Just like what had happened a few nights ago, this wasn’t your apartment anymore. This was that lab again.
She managed to separate the both of you from the other guys by a wall. You were now in a completely different room. She began to run towards a small door in the far right corner from you and waved her hand to make you follow.
You ran into the room and without using her hands she slammed the door shut and locked it. You were in a tiny room. There was a little bed in a corner along with a few toys, and a dresser to put clothes in. But it also looked and felt like a panic room.
“It’s okay now,” she said breathlessly.
“They can’t hurt us here. The wall's bulletproof, and they can’t see the door or hear us.”
“How do you know that?”
But when you looked into her eyes you knew the answer.
You let out a huge sigh of relief and wrapped your arms around her. She had been so good at keeping calm since the men entered, but as you started rocking her, her body began to shake.
“It’s happening again,” she whimpered.
You pulled away and placed your hands on her wet cheeks.
“Listen, kid,” you said.
“We’re gonna keep you safe. And I’m not going anywhere.”
She began to cry even more. But now she didn’t seem scared. She seemed almost relieved. She trusted you. And trusted that maybe just maybe, you were right.
Half an hour passed you and Kobik were laying face-up on the comfortable carpeted floor. For a room that was made up in 0.5 seconds, she really knew how to make her surroundings comfortable.
About 10 minutes ago you began to hear faint noises on the other side of the door. A bang here, a bang there, maybe someone yelling. You wondered if more people were coming in to look for you. Whoever it was, they didn’t sound happy. Maybe a boss or someone was yelling at them for losing the two of you. But you weren’t scared. As Kobik said, you were safe.
“Y/N,” Kobik said pulling your phone that she had just found from under the bed.
“I think this is yours.”
You shook your head and smiled. You knew that you must have dropped it, but you didn’t know that it followed you.
You remembered the last time that you had spoken to Bucky and how panicked his voice sounded right before bullets came flying through your windows. You couldn’t imagine how scared he must be. Or if even he was okay. The last time that you had heard from him was about 14 hours ago and he was about to fly back from Sweden.
You turned it back on to find 27 missed calls from both Bucky and Sam.
Right before you had a chance to call Bucky, Sam’s number popped up as he was calling. But you still had to be cautious.
“Who is this?”
“Who do you think it is?”
A huge sigh of relief escaped you.
“Are you guys okay?” he continued.
“We’re inside the um…apartment? And we can’t find you.”
Kobik seemed nervous to let your secret spot go.
“Just tell us where you are. Bucky’s currently interrogating two bleeding guys that he just handcuffed. I’m guessing that you had a little something to do with that?”
You snorted. But knew you definitely had to get out before any unnecessarily serious damage was done.
You nodded at Kobik telling her that it was okay. The coast was clear. And she trusted you. With one swift motion with her hand, the door flew open.
Sam was coincidentally in the same room as you guys but was startled when you opened the door.
“Shit!” he exclaimed.
“How did you guys…where did that door come from?” he then looked down at Kobik. His mouth opened and confusedly tilted his head.
“Y/N makes that face a lot too,” was the first thing that she said.
Under different circumstances, you definitely would have burst into laughter. But all you could do was walk over and hug him.
“Are you guys okay?” he asked looking you and Kobik up and down looking for any injuries looking relieved when you both seemed okay.
“Sam?” Bucky called from afar?
“They might still be—”
That’s when Kobik used her powers again and brought everything back to normal. In fact, everything that was damaged in the first place was also back to normal.
When everything was back in place you were in the same room as Bucky.
When he turned around, you had never seen anyone so relieved in his entire life. You ran towards him and he held on to you tighter than he had ever held on before.
“Y/N,” he gasped.
“Oh my God.”
“You know if you weren’t my husband I’d be sending you a medical bill for the cracked ribs,” you winced.
He pulled away thinking that you were actually injured before realizing how hard he was squeezing you.
“When were you going to tell me that you landed?”
He shook his head
You then remembered all of the unread messages that you had received while napping.
“Bucky!” Kobik exclaimed.
She had been distracted talking to Sam about what had just happened.
He smiled and let her jump into his arms.
“She’s a really brave girl this one,” you pointed out.
“I was lucky to have her.”
"Y/N I'm so sorry I never should have--'
You shushed him and reassured him.
"It's okay," you said.
"We're all fine. That's all that matters."
That didn't stop the expression of guilt in his eyes.
"Besides," you added and winked.
"You thought me well."
Bucky shook his head and brought you close hugging you and Kobik at the same time.
“I’m sorry to break up your little Hallmark moment,” Sam interrupted pointing to the two guys on the floor that were in fact cuffed, and bleeding on your wood floors and against the back of your couch.
“But we have unfinished business.”
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Genesis- Chapter 14
Warnings: Smut, me crying, Cute Henry, Genesis and Spence
“I don’t wanna leave you on the night of Halloween.” Genesis whined at the team especially to her brother who shook her head.
“Well it was either that or throw drugs in your locker and fire you.” Penelope Garcia piped up making the Brunette’s eyes wide
“Let’s face it, Reign…you’re a workaholic and we just convinced you to lead a normal life.” Derek laughed as the girl rose her eyebrows.
“Define normal.” Derek just sipped on his coffee and walked away with a smirk.
“Hey…” a new voice popped up making genesis smile at the familiarity and ran into the Man’s arms.
“Did you do it?” she hugged him tighter when she received a nod in response “I am so so proud of you.” she whispered, pulling back, James Barnes dipped his head pecking the woman’s lips.
“Whoa, hey, brother still here.” spencer Reid pulled back the girl with a protective scowl, the room filled with laughter at the scene before them.
Just then JJ entered the room with a smile “alright everybody I have an announcement to make, as I’m sure some of you are aware Henry was a little nervous going trick or treating this year but he’s decided to anyway.” she announced making everyone smile.
“What changed his mind?” Derek questioned.
“The BAU did.” she clarified “I told him he should go out on Halloween and try to figure out which monsters are real and which ones are not.” the teamed beamed at her explanation.
“So he wants to be a profiler.” Aaron asked with a rare and beautiful smile.
“Ah! He wants to be his favorite profiler.” she moved aside to reveal Henry dressed up as his godfather making the room give out sounds of delight and his godparents immediately rushing to him.
James watched as Genesis styles the child’s hair as spencer complimented him, she quickly lifted the child up on her hips and snatched spencer’s id from him attaching to the Henry’s cardigan “oh he’s official” they smiled.
Emily Prentiss was more focused on the look of adoration on James and moved towards him as Genesis and the others conversed among themselves “that’s cute.” she commented breaking him out of his daze “you love her.” she continued making the man nod “and you know I’ll shoot you multiple times if I find out that you hurt her.” James nodded gulping as her face turned into an innocent one “good, please take care of her, she deserves it.” Emily pleaded as the man gave her his word.
“hey Nes!” he called out to her and nodded towards the door indicating it was time to leave after hundreds of hugs and kisses and promises the couple headed back to her apartment.“So where are you guys headed?” Derek asked as Genesis took a deep dramatic breath. “Home.” she nodded receiving funny looks from her team mates and boyfriend.She laughed at them
“it was pretty funny, couple of weeks in Louisiana and then Brooklyn.”
James turned her around when she closed the door behind her, not giving enough time to even turn on the lights “can I kiss you?” he asked and immediately pressed his lips to hers after receiving a meek ‘yes’ from her, the once slow and innocent kiss turned into a lust filled hungry one “you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you” He mumbled against her mouth.
“I want this, I want you, you can never hurt me” she cupped face, he quickly pushed her back against the door while her hand fumbled over the wall to find the switch.
A shatter rang through the place when the light turned on, the couple laughed the broken vase on the floor as a result of turning on the lights “I hated that vase anyways.” she muttered with a small chuckle.
“Jump.” he whispered in her ear which she happily obliged to, turning into a moaning and panting mess when he attacked her neck with kissed, nibbles and bites.
“oh my god Bucky!” she gasped when his kisses hit her sweet spot, she could fell his smirk on her skin, he pulled back and kissed her lips again, angling their faces and tongues, He moaned into her mouth when her fingers tangled into his short brunette locks , sending shivers down her spine and wetness gather in her panties.
They quickly moved to her bedroom as he dropped her on the bed, hovering on top of her his “too much clothing.” he groaned in a deep voice making her let out an involuntary moan, he rushed to remove her shirt and pants, leaving her in her innerwear.
“So. Fucking. Beautiful” he praised making the heat rush to her cheeks.
“Too much clothing.” she spoke up undoing his pants when his hands stopped her.
“No, tonight is all about you.” he said sternly and immediately discarded his clothing and moved up to unclasp her bra.
His tongue glided all the way from her neck, to the valley between her breasts, nipping it and kissing it making her whine, to her stomach, caressing her hips when he finally came to the destination he so desperately wanted.
He now faced her throbbing slit, he could see how wet she was, he looked up at her, asking for consent and when he received a nod he removed her underwear without skipping a beat, diving into her pussy, eating her out like a starved man.
His vibranium arm went to her stomach holding her down while she whined and moaned from above him, writhing with pleasure. She tangled her fingers in his hair pushing him deeper between her legs eliciting a moan from him the vibration making her moan his name out loud.
His tongue swirled around her clit with such skill she arched her back moaning louder than ever.
“Bucky Barnes, fuck me right now before I kill you.” she panted out, him giving her a boyish smirk he moved up kissing her lips and asked for a condom, she moved towards her bedside table pulling one out which he immediately accepted and rolled it on.
He almost laughed when she angrily whined as he teased her with his tip rubbing up and down her slit, his dog tags dangling over her, she hissed in arousal when the cold metal rubbed her skin, she quickly grabbed his ass and pushed him into her, both of them letting out a moan at the contact, and he gave her the time to adjust to him, moving slowly when she nodded in approval.
His once slow thrusts became fast and hungry, as the room filled with grunts, moans and the sounds of skin contact. He pinned her arms above her securing it with his metal arm smirking as she gasped at his action. The two were desperate for a release.
“Bucky.” she gasped feeling the knot in her stomach.
“me too, come for me doll.” as if those words were magic she moaned his name louder as her walls clenched around him in pleasure when she came, making him moan out at the sensation as he felt himself spilling into the condom.
The two panted out of breath as they rode down their highs, the man rolled off of her to the side, discarding the condom. He rolled over, facing her, his left hand making its way to her cheek, gently rubbing it. “You were amazing love.” her heart fluttered at the nickname as she gave him a smile
“This is everything I dreamed of and more.” she smiled at him. She moved up and placed a chaste kiss to his lips. She moved her body so she could lay her head on his chest and he instinctively moved so he could hold her.
“I’ll be right here when you wake up.” he whispered kissing her head “Genesis?” he called out to her, she tilted her head to she could meet his cerulean orbs “I love you.” he mumbled making her laugh.
“I love you too” he grinned wider admiring her naked body on top of his, her hand clutching on to his dog tags, like it did the first time the fell sleep together. He brushed her short brown hair and lightly kissed it before he drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
The morning sun spilled into the room, Genesis was the first to wake up as she groaned at the light contacting her eyes, her hands letting go of the dog tags she was holding. It took her a minute to realize she was laying on the chest of James Barnes, the thoughts of last night flooded her mind, a smile gracing her lips. She looked over to the clock reading the time, she moved her hand up, running her fingers through his short brunet locks making him shift in his place, his eyes fluttered open immediately squinting his eyes trying to adjust to the light. It wasn’t long before his eyes met with her own doe orbs. “Good morning.” she whispered moving up to kiss his lips.
“Good morning Nes” he spoke in the same tone into her lips.
“we,” she stood up, walking to her closet as James watched her move around the room naked, adorning a smile of admiration and love on his face while she picked out her outfits “have to catch a flight in two hours.” she turned around facing him, screwing her face together “what?” she laughed he just shook his head smiling wider.
“It’s a pretty good sight before me.” she scoffed at his response and threw a shirt at him.
“so whipped.” she pointed her finger at him, he pouted as she moved into the bathroom to ready herself for the day “I never said you couldn’t join me sergeant.” she poked her head out which made the ex-assassin almost run into the bathroom much to her amusement.
“Boys!” she laughed as AJ and Cass ran up to the couple, pretending to knock them down as James hovered around them with the cake pretending to throw it on them.
A shrill scream sounded through the area making the couple snap their head towards captain America with a surprised look, he almost fell over making his way to the two and poked Genesis’ neck whose hand flew up to the place with a confused look “hickey…” he stuttered looking between the two “oh my god.” he repeated making the couple furrow their eyebrows in amusement while the moved and sat on the table with the Mother and children.
“Sarah, your brother is being a bother.” Genesis complained making the woman laugh.
“Join the club.” she scoffed looking at her brother who still had his mouth open.
“Yes, Samuel we’re dating now.” she deadpanned closing his mouth for him.
“Jesus, finally.” he breathed out making everyone laugh at his antics.
I was talking to the people Sarah introduced to me and glanced at Bucky, as if he felt me looking he turned around giving me a warm smile which made my heart melt, he immediately jogged over to me making me roll my eyes when his arms circled my waist pulling me against his waist.
“hi.” he whispered in my ears as I leaned my head back on his shoulders, Sarah smirked at me before walking to Sam who I saw was repeatedly hitting her pointing towards us. What a child.
“I am working.” I stated looking at his pout which made me hit him lightly. I scoffed when he let out a sound of hurt “oh so you can fall 200 meters and not handle a slap…that’s right, I have the video.” I smirked referring to the video I got when the two were in Munich. Thank you Samuel Thomas Wilson. He groaned as he reached out to get the food from me. I slapped his hand away.
“Wow you’re a violent lady” he whined and I innocently smiled in satisfaction.
“Stop being a dramatic piece of shit.”
“Okay you’re gonna be like this even if were dating?” I nodded vigorously.
He turned me around grabbing my cheeks and pulling my lips to his, Sarah came over and grabbed my spatula shooing us away, Bucky gladly took the opportunity to take me to the dance floor and his hands found my waist and mine fount his neck as we swayed around laughing our feet dancing to the music playing in the background.
After a while I ran to the place everyone were taking picture with Sam and I waited for my turn and jumped on his back, the two of us laughing as the picture was taken, I took multiple pictures, both of us looking like total idiots in every single one of them.
I looked at Bucky who stood beside be balancing the kids hanging to his vibranium arm while he dramatized his stories. He was truly happy, I could see it, and I believe everyone could. He deserved it more than anyone.
It felt peaceful, my legs were dipped in the water when Sam walked over “for the first time in a very long time, I don’t have to fight my way through.” I spoke as he sat next to me.
“I can see that, I’ve never seen you this loosened up.” I laughed at his comment.
“Me neither.” I nodded he threw his arms around my shoulder.
“I’m happy for you Gen, truly.” I nodded leaning onto him.
“And I’m so proud of you Sam, truly.” I smiled at him and stood up, pulling him up and hugged him.
“Thank you Gen.” he smiled softly “hey, food’s being served.” he noticed making me snap my neck towards him.
“Gah! Finally!” I threw my head back, he laughed and threw his arms around me again, the two of us walking over to everyone.
It was beautiful, the fairy lights swimming on top of us as me and James swayed to the music, not like the goofy dance before but just us in each other’s embrace when I looked up in realization, he furrowed his brows in concern “what?”
“You’re my home” I muttered to him, a smile slowly growing, his expressions matched mine
“And you’re mine, always and there’s no one else I’d rather be with.” he proclaimed pulling me closer as we swayed to the slow music playing, letting ourselves to relax.
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| bucky x reader | angst | fluff |
bucky drabbles 🥺❤️
anon requested. y/n learning she’s pregnant and girly was pretty excited and counting the days until Bucky comes home... only to learn that 40s Bucky is now “dead” after falling off the train
cw: mentions of death (Bucky’s, but like, he obviously didn’t actually die)
“We’re going to have a little girl, and she’s going to know that her daddy is a soldier and a hero,” you kissed your husband, and his hands rested on your round belly.
“I wish I wasn’t leaving you alone, pregnant.”
“It’s okay, baby. You’re going to fight the good fight,” you smiled, trying not to cry.
“I’ll be home soon.”
Nothing prepared you for hearing that Bucky died in a train accident. Nothing prepared you for waking up with Steve, decades later, still pregnant. And certainly nothing prepared you for seeing your husband that you thought was dead, killing people on the news.
Now your daughter, Rebecca, was five, and the two of you lived at Stark’s home in upstate New York. You were a single mom, but Steve was hugely supportive, and around as often as possible. You loved Rebecca with everything inside of you, and it broke your heart that she was growing up without a father.
Seeing the havoc that Bucky wreaked on the news absolutely broke your heart. You wondered if he knew you were alive. It was unlikely, Stark had done a good job of helping you hide. The man who was once your husband was gone, and now you were a potential target of his violence.
“Rebecca, baby, you look so beautiful!” You giggled, braiding flowers into her brown curls.
“Thanks, mama,” she hugged you before running out to the porch. You followed, and you nearly collapsed when you saw the man walking up your lawn.
“Rebecca! Come here, love!” You cried, pulling her behind you. Her tiny hands gripped your skirt, hiding in the fabric. Panic shot through your chest, and you felt like you were being torn apart. You wanted to run to James, and risk it being the last thing you ever did, and wanting to run with your daughter.
“Mama, who’s that?!” Rebecca asked, frightened by James in heavy black tactical gear, a metal arm, and an automatic slung over his back. The war criminal, assassin, and international terrorist.
“Go inside baby, go to your bedroom and shut the door. Go!” You pushed her away and she ran.
“James...?” You called, your chest heaving as you hyperventilated.
“Y/N, my love...” he spoke, silver eyes full of pain. He looked genuinely frightened, and you nearly screamed as his hand touched yours.
“No, go inside, Rebecca!” you started to sob, tearing away from Bucky and running to her as she peeked out of the door. You were terrified, and so was she. Bucky’s words had sent you right back to the 1940s, but your daughter’s cry had jerked you back to reality.
You held the child to your body, standing with your arms around her. Your back was against the wall, and you were shaking as tears rolled down your face. Bucky looked startled, and his eyes were massive as he stared at the two of you.
“Y/N, I’m not going to hurt you,” James said quietly, and you shook your head violently.
“I don’t believe you!”
“You know I would never hurt you. I was being controlled and held captive, but I escaped, I’m free. I promise I will not hurt you,” he took the gun off of his back and set it down on the other side of the porch. He dropped to his knees in front of you.
“Please, can I come inside? SWAT will gun me down if they see me outside.”
Rebecca was safely asleep in your bedroom with the door shut, and you and James stood in the kitchen. He’d spent hours telling you about Hydra, and everything that had happened. You had his gun, though somehow you doubted if you could stop him, even with it, if he meant to hurt you.
“I’m so sorry. I’m begging you to believe me.”
“I have to. The alternative... I’d rather die,” you whispered, covering your face with your hands.
“Is she mine? Rebecca?”
“Rebecca is my baby,” your head jerked up.
James was silent, and you bit your lip, trying to stop the millionth round of tears.
“I want to believe you, I do, but if you’re lying, it’s not just me. It’s my kid too.”
“You have no reason to trust me, but I promise you I am telling the truth. I want to meet her, Y/N.”
“Sleep on the couch. If we’re all still alive in the morning, I’ll let you meet her. Steve has some normal clothes here you can change into.”
He nodded, and his hand wrapped around your wrist as you went to leave the kitchen. You turned to him, your other hand going to his chest. His dog tags were cold under your fingertips, and you gazed up at him.
“I’ve loved you this whole time. You’ve kept me alive,” he whispered in the dark.
“I love you, god, I love you more than life,” your voice trembled.
He leaned in and kissed you, hesitant at first. You let yourself kiss him back, tangling your fingers into dark brown hair and kissing the love of your life for the first time in decades.
You didn’t sleep that night, Rebecca tightly snuggled in your arms. Your eyes were still open when the sun broke over the horizon, hours of tears staining your cheeks. Rebecca stirred in your arms, and you cleaned your face before helping her get up.
You kissed her head and took her into the living room, carrying her in your arms. You sighed when you saw Bucky was gone but you heard a noise from around the wall. You walked to the kitchen, and saw Bucky well into making pancakes, fresh coffee filling the room with the smell of espresso.
“I hope it’s alright,” he said quietly, turning off the stove, and you nodded.
“It’s okay,” you answered, carefully setting down your daughter.
“This is Rebecca. My love, this is James. Your father.”
“Dad? From the pictures? That Uncle Stevie tells me about?” Her small voice asked.
“That’s me. You’re so pretty, Rebecca.”
Bucky knelt down in front of her, and she blushed, shy around new people. Like her father.
“Do you like pancakes? I made some for you.”
You watched carefully, but you were impressed with how good he was, putting her immediately at ease. You relaxed a bit, even more so when Steve showed up.
“Uncle Stevie!” Rebecca ran to him when he came in through the door, and he stopped short at the sight of Bucky. You’d warned him, but it didn’t prepare him for the shock of actually seeing him.
“We have a lot to talk about.”
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Summary: 1940'S Bucky Barnes x Reader/ Present Bucky Barnes x Reader.
Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, some smut at some point.
Summary: Before the war, Bucky and Reader had the picture perfect life together. When she lost him, she thought that she would never find that kind of love again. However, someone from a different time returns to give her that love once more. Will she follow them through the unknown or come to terms that her once in a lifetime love is truly gone?
A/N: It is so hard to find gifs on 1940′s Bucky that I haven’t used yet. As mentioned in a previous chapter, I’m really not too sure how long this series will be. So it’ll be a “go as we all flow” kind of story. Enjoy!
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October 31, 1941
The sound of kids laughing brought a smile to my face as I gave them all a wave goodbye before letting the door shut behind me. I set the bowl of candy down on the end table that stood its place next to the door and with a tired sigh, I allowed my body to mold into the couch.
Halloween was my favorite holiday, my apartment being decorated from head to toe in a variety of decorations. Tonight, however, I couldn’t find it to be happy. No matter how many smiles I saw on kids' faces when they heard they could take two pieces of candy from my bowl.
I looked over to Steve and gave him a sad nod. “I thought Bucky would be back by now.”
“It’s alright,” Steve patted my knee. “His family goes on these vacations all the time.”
“I know. I didn’t expect him to be gone all month,” I sighed.
Bucky and I had gone on a handful of dates but never finished off the date with a kiss. He was always a gentleman, walking me to my door to make sure I made it inside safe. Call it nerves for the both of us or not ready to take the next step, we always found each other giving soft kisses on each other's cheeks.
We never gave us a label, unsure of what to call us, but we both understood how much we had cared for one another. He was constantly on my mind and I knew I had been on his because he would call me whenever he could; wasn’t that often but when he did, my heart would flutter.
Bucky had taken over walking me home from my shift from the diner some nights, Steve still doing so every once in a while. He promised Bucky while he was gone that he would look after me, even if some of the men we walked past on our way home were twice his size.
Even if he was smaller than most men, Steve never let that stop him from standing up to the bullies.
The T.V in the background played a soft tune of a commercial, showing men everywhere what they could do to help out during the current war that was going on.
“Steve Rogers. Don’t even think about it,” I warned with a pointed finger.
“I have to do something, Y/N.” Steve sighed.
We had this conversation almost daily. He wanted to go fight the war overseas but with his medical history, there was no way they would take him.
“You can do something. Stay here and stay alive,” I spoke.
Steve knew when to stop the argument, knowing that he wouldn’t get me to see his side. I understood that he wanted to stand up to the bullies in Germany but I couldn’t bear to see him get hurt because his asthma alone would stop him.
We sat in silence for a long while, watching the random show on television, and I could tell it was getting late, the sunset had casted the room in a glow a while ago. Now the bright moon light was now brushing across my bare skin of my ankles, my dress pants riding up a tad as I sat cross legged on the couch.
Hearing a knock on the door, I quickly grabbed the bowl of candy and opened the door with a plastered smile on my face.
“Trick or treat, doll!”
Bucky leaned against the wall next to the door with his arms crossed over his chest. He had a playful smirk pulling at his lips.
“You’re back!” I exclaimed, dropping the bowl of candy to my feet and walking into his now open arms.
“We got back into town about an hour ago. I had to come see my best girl.”
Bucky’s arm engulfed around me, his scent pulling me in. Teakwood was never my favorite smell but the way he wore it made my stomach flutter to my heart. It was the mint that made me completely swoon over him.
We parted slowly, Bucky keeping me in his arms, and with a soft touch he moved a loose strand from my face.
“You cut your hair,” he noticed.
I nodded. “Just a few inches.”
“I like it,” Bucky mused.
Our gazes locked intensely and I could feel myself being pulled in closer to his plump lips. They were a light pink and looked so soft. This invisible vortex had wrapped around us like a ribbon, tangling us together, and while I stood on the tip of my toes I almost leaned into him.
“Hey, Buck. Oh fuck, am I interrupting?”
Bucky and I both pulled away from one another and I shook my head at Steve.
“Watch your language, Rogers.” I mocked threatened.
“How’ve you been, punk?” Bucky pulled him into him, squeezing his shoulder.
They followed me back into my apartment while I tried to calm the heat that was engulfing me from getting caught for almost kissing Bucky.
“Good, jerk. Y/N has been keeping me on my toes the past month.”
I scoffed loudly, falling back onto the couch. “I have not! All we’ve done is eat junk food and watch television.”
Each guy sat on either side of me and I cuddled closer into Bucky’s chest. His arm immediately wrapped around me, fingers drawing circles on my bare shoulders from my tank top. We all sat for a short time, enjoying the time together. These two men had become the most important people in my life in only a few months and I realized that if neither of them was around, it would instantly put a damper on my mood.
An unattractive yawn fell from my lips and with a shrug from Bucky, he motioned to my bedroom.
“You should get some sleep, doll.”
I hugged him tighter. “But you just got back.”
He chuckled and ran a kiss on the top of my head. “I’m not going anywhere this time, I promise.”
I looked up into his eyes and weighed the decision in my mind for a quick moment. Steve must have felt the tension between us so he stood from the couch, telling Bucky he would meet him outside.
“Night Stevie!” I called over my shoulder to him.
Bucky and I were staring at one another again and he rolled his lip over his bottom lip. Biting my own, I swallowed whatever fears I had and pressed our lips together. They molded together for a moment and I pulled away, looking deep into Bucky’s eyes. He darted from mine to my lips a few times and suddenly attacked my lips once more; this time deeper and more passionate. My hands ran through his hair, messing up his perfectly combed back locks, while his hand perfectly cupped my cheek.
Our tongues danced with each other for a few more beats before we reluctantly pulled away, Bucky resting our foreheads together.
“Wow,” I breathed, my voice coming out of the horse.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile now,” Bucky admitted.
I giggled and placed another quick kiss on Bucky’s lips.
“I should go. Steve’s waiting for me,” Bucky noted.
“Come over tomorrow?” I asked hopefull.
“Wouldn’t want to waste another minute without you, doll.”
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Chapter 44 // Ghost Resurfaces
Three hours and counting - Chapter 44 releasing Sunday, May 9 12:00am MDT
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“Your loyalty knows no bounds.”
“Don’t patronize me,” Boone spat with a glare, “Aftermath is simply my employer. A means to an end. But, when the game's over, all my cards are on the table and the chips are down, my loyalties lie with you.”
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The Coupon Book: #1 - One Lap Dance to your song of choice.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1.7K
Warnings: Smut NSFW 18+ Only, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism.
Thank you to my amazing beta babe and hype ho, @whisperlullaby / Divider by @firefly-graphics
The Coupon Book: A 12 Part Smut Series Masterlist
You looked over yourself in the lingerie Bucky had picked. The set was royal blue overlaid with black lace. The matching bra, panties, and garter belt were sexy as hell when paired with thigh highs and heels. You looked ready to step out onto the stage of a strip club which is exactly what you felt like you were about to do. Bucky had sweet talked you into allowing Steve to join you again and then had somehow gotten you to agree to him giving the coupon for a lap dance to Steve. Probably because he had been expertly stroking your clit while being knuckles deep in you when he had brought it up. You would have agreed to just about anything.
If you were honest with yourself, including Steve was a turn on. You had enjoyed him watching you, wanting you, and you were looking forward to being allowed to touch him. You knew Bucky had strategically chosen Steve’s favorite color for you to wear and smirked as you pulled a matching robe over the ensemble. A knock sounds on the bathroom door.
“Ready when you are, doll.” Bucky says.
You can hear the grin in his voice. The dirty bastard was loving this. Teasing Steve, watching him get so hot for you, and then fucking you while Steve watches. You were getting wet just thinking about it. You take a deep breath and open the door. You smile widely as Bucky gives you a once over and nods his approval. When you turn to Steve you feel yourself getting excited. His heated gaze flickers over you before settling on your eyes. His tongue darts out to wet his red lips and anticipation crackles in the air.
“You ready?” you ask Steve.
“Whenever you are, sweetheart,” Steve sits in the arm chair while Bucky settles on the couch. You stood just outside their reach as you looked between them.
“You know the rules of a lap dance?” You ask Steve, biting your lip.
“Never had one.” Steve says with a blush stealing across his cheeks.
“Only one rule really. I can touch you but you can’t touch me, okay?”
“Uh, yeah, of course,” Steve wipes his palms on his thighs nervously.
You walk to Bucky, lean down and kiss him. Looking into his eyes you whisper, “Ready?”
“Very,” Bucky whispers back with a grin.
He had picked the song for you to dance to and, as you turn away from him, “Guys My Age” by Hey Violet begins to play. You untie the robe and slowly remove it as you go to Steve. His eyes widen and lips part as you walk towards him in time to the music. You stand between his legs and as the beat drops you twirl around and drop into his lap. Your ass grinds against him in rhythm and you can see his hands gripping the arms of the chair.
Turning to face Steve, you drape your arms across his shoulders and bring your face close to his. You roll your body up, allowing your breasts to almost touch him. He licks his lips as his eyes glued to you. Lowering yourself, you drag your hands down Steve’s chest and then his thighs as you kneel between his legs. You stretch yourself back until you can see Bucky who looks at you with unconcealed lust.
At the next beat, you move yourself forward until your face is inches from Steve’s tented sweatpants and look up at him through your eyelashes with a sinful smile.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Steve breathes out as he watches you rise again. You turn and grind against him as you lean back on his chest and wrap and arm around his neck. You bring your lips close to his as you move your hips in circles against his clothed cock. You can feel your own slick pooling in your panties seeing the two men looking at you with such lust. Bucky’s eyes haven’t left you since you began the dance.
You decide to be a bit more daring and grabbing Steve’s hands from the arms of the chair you slide one across the skin just under your breasts. The other you drag across your stomach and then down, across your bellybutton, past the lacy edge of your panties, to just above your mound while staring into Bucky’s eyes. You watch his jaw tighten as Steve’s fingers spread out and his breath falls on your neck. You pull away, standing up, and turn to face Steve again. The song is nearing the end. You straddle Steve and watch as he fights the urge to grab your ass, his hands lifting and flexing before returning to the arms to grip with white knuckles. You grind on him, staring into his face and then roll your top half back to see Bucky’s reaction. He sits on the couch with a smirk on his face and you already know the man is going to destroy you once this song ends. You slowly roll your body against Steve as the final chorus plays. He stares into your eyes as you grind against him and then the song comes to an end. You smile as you stand.
“What did you think of your first lap dance?” You ask.
“That was hot and a fucking tease.” Steve grouses.
You wink at him before turning back to Bucky, only to run into his solid chest, “Oh!” You make the exclamation of surprise and then stare into his intense gaze. His eyes mesmerize you. He slides one hand into your hair and kisses you passionately. You feel his other hand slide into your panties. His finger traces over your wet folds and you shudder.
“You’re soaked, doll,” Bucky whispers as his fingers press into you. You grab his biceps to steady yourself as he pulls a pleasured moan from your lips. “Do you like knowing how much I want you?”
“Yes,” you breathe.
“Do you like knowing that Stevie wants you?” he whispers against your lips.
“Bucky,” you moan.
“Tell me, doll.”
“Yes. Yes, I like it.”
“Makes you hot, doesn’t it?” Bucky teases as he fingers edge you closer to orgasm.
“Yes. Yes!” you clench around his fingers.
“Good girl.” Bucky says as he pulls his fingers out of you.
“Bucky!” you whine.
Bucky’s hand grabs the front of your panties and leads you to the bed. He strips quickly and then kneels down in front of you. Carefully, he unclips your garter belt and slips it off of you. Your panties go next and then Bucky rises to remove your bra. You stand naked except for your stockings and heels. He lies down on the bed and then reaches for you, “Come sit on my face doll.”
You clench at the words. One glance over at Steve and you see his eyes glued to you with his cock firmly in hand. You straddle Bucky’s face and within seconds your head is thrown back. Bucky knows exactly how to use his mouth on you and you are mewling as he works you over. Grabbing handfuls of his hair, you ride his face. Electricity shoots through you with each swipe of his tongue. You stare at Steve as he watches you riding his best friend's face. You think about being between the two of them as they rail you together and the dam bursts. You cry out as you come and Bucky laves over you as you ride out the sensations.
You move off Bucky’s face and he begins to sit up, but you surprise him by forcefully pushing him down on the bed.
“Doll?” he says in surprise. You don’t answer instead, you straddle him, line him up with your entrance, and impale yourself. You ride him hard, barely giving either of you time to adjust to the new sensation. He grabs the sheets beneath him as you work him quickly. “Fuck, baby. Goddamn, you feel good.”
“Feels good, baby? Like it when I fuck you hard? God, you’re so thick,” you throw your head back as you ride him but a moan from across the room draws your attention back to Steve. You’re not sure where the confidence comes from or the assertiveness but you find words falling from your lips that would never have found their way out if not for Bucky’s openness. “That’s right, Stevie. It’s so fucking good when I ride him like this. Can feel him inside me.” You press your hand just above your mound.
“Fuck.” Steve groans as he watches your tits bounce with your motions. What he would give to have you on top of him. It had taken all of his self-control not to grab a hold of you when you were dancing and have you do exactly what you were doing to Bucky right now. Watching you was the most pleasurable torture he’d ever been through. His cock strained for your touch. The thought of your mouth on him, your cunt clenching around him, was driving him mad. He was near feral with lust for you as he watched you fuck his best friend.
Bucky’s hands grasp your hips and he thrusts up into you bringing a cry of pleasure from you. His expression is one of possession as he fucks up into you. Staking a claim over what’s his while you talk to his best friend.
“Fuck,” you moan, “so good. It’s so fucking good. You look hot fucking your fist, Stevie. Do you wish it was me? Wish it was my hot cunt wrapped around you?”
“Fuck yes.” Steve groans as his hand speeds up.
With a guttural growl, Bucky grabs you around the middle and has you on your back in seconds, “Mine.” He exclaims the word as he rams into you. His hands go around your neck as he slams into you over and over again. "Mine" coming out in growls as he fucks into you. His hands tightening as he pushes you higher.
You come with a silent scream. Your body violently spasming around him, pulling his own release from him. His hands slide from your neck and he lowers himself on top of you. His lips connect with your neck as he empties into you. You hear the moans of Steve as he reaches his end along with the two of you.
When your breathing has slowed a bit you whisper in Bucky’s ear, “Yours. Always.”
Bucky grins against your neck, “I know.” He kisses your lips and then looks up at his ruined best friend with a devilish smirk.
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The Mess - Chapter Five (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
This is chapter 5 coming at ya! Happy Saturday :)
Title: The Mess
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader
Summary: Finally, you’re going home. Now everything’ll go back to normal. Right?
Word count: 5.6k
“Well, take a good long look. This is the last time we’ll ever be here.”
“Thank God. I’m picking the honeymoon destination next time.”
“Next time?” Bucky echoed as you pulled your door shut and locked it, ignoring the hinges squeaking in protest.
“Yeah, next time. You suck at honeymoon planning.”
He was leaning against the railing, dressier than usual in a forest button down and slacks for your court appearance, holding both his and your baggage.
“Is that implying there’ll be a next time?”
“Well, not with you. Clearly, weddings are not your forte.”
“I could say the same for you, doll.”
“We’ll see what the judge has to say about that.”
Two doors down, the handle jiggled and out came Spamela, no longer in a robe but now a nightgown that looked like it had seen better days, sporting the same clunky yellow rollers.
“Oh my god, that’s her!” you whispered, nudging Bucky.
“Spamela, duh. She’s the one who got huffy the other day, the one I told you about.”
“Spamela doesn’t sound like a real name.”
“Perceptive fella, you are.”
Spamela suddenly caught your eye and she squinted for a moment before her features soured in recognition.
“Oh. It’s you. Here to make more noise and wake up the whole floor?”
“Actually, my boy toy and I were just leaving,” you replied crisply.
Bucky choked on a cough.
“Good. Don’t come back.”
“Wouldn’t wanna, considering they’re letting anybody stay here.”
She snarled and slammed the door hard. You whistled, turning.
“See what I mean? That lady needs to touch some grass.”
“If you’re done antagonizing the locals, we need to be at the courthouse in an hour.”
“Okay, but first, quick selfie.”
You pulled him back so you were both facing the sunlight, backs to the rooms.
“Say cheese!” you smiled, taking out your phone and snapping a few photos.
Bucky did not, in fact, say cheese.
“Hey, grumpy. Pull the stick out of your ass and stop looking like you’re about to get a root canal.”
“We’re gonna be late.”
“Yes, we will, because you refuse to smile.”
Bucky heaved a sigh, rolling his eyes hard, before quirking his lips up in a small smile that resembled more of a grimace.
“Fine, I’ll take it. Even though you look like Sam that one time he lost that bet with Nat and had to get his legs waxed.”
Bucky snorted at the memory, smiling fully and you quickly snapped the picture.
“Now was that so hard? What a handsome smile my husband has.”
“Oh, so I’ve been upgraded from boy toy to husband?”
“Keep it up and I might even get a cat with you.”
“Hell no. Dogs all the way.”
“We’d get a cute fluffy kitten with different colored feet—”
“Pretty sure they’re called paws, doll.”
“—With different colored feet, and we’d name it Boots—”
“Not Boots, that’s so cliche.”
“—It’d probably have to be hidden at first though, ‘cause I’m pretty sure Tony doesn’t like cats.”
You shook your head.
“I bet if we went to the shelter, you’d change your mind. You’d stomp around until you saw the cat, and then you’d refuse to leave without it.”
“Keep dreaming. Cats are moody and get scratchy when they’re hungry. Sound like anyone you know?”
“Please, if anyone’s moody here, it’s you. I think you practice your broody face in the mirror.”
“It’s called a smoulder and the ladies dig it.”
“It’s called constipation and you need some prune juice.”
“Just for that, you can carry your own bag.”
You huffed as he dumped the suitcase straps into your hand, smiling way too smugly as he jogged down the stairs.
“How did we ever manage to get married?”
“Scientists are still scratching their heads, doll.”
“I mean, I know I’m irresistible.”
“Nah, that can’t be it.”
Bucky winked, a glimpse of the cheeky, too-confident young man he once was peeking through, and you suddenly understood what Steve’d meant when he described the Bucky he’d known as endearingly charming.
“I’m a delight,” you declared as you two arrived at the car Tony had sent.
Bucky took your suitcase like it was second nature, lifting it into the trunk.
“Sometimes? You’ve never been bored once with me, Barnes.”
“Don’t know if I’d call that a good thing, doll. Though I’ll admit, you’ve got decent movie taste.”
“I do, don’t I?”
“Still gotta figure out picking locks, though.”
“One thing at a time.”
The hearing was quick, to your relief. The judge had watched the video of you two making drunken fools out of yourselves and it was no question that neither of you had been in the right mind to consent to marriage.
“And you’re both sure about this decision, correct?” confirmed the judge.”
“Definitely, Your Honor,” you assured.
“Yeah, there’s no way we could ever be married,” Bucky added.
“We can’t even put up with each other in separate motel rooms,” you laughed.
“Right. Plus, we ain’t ready for marriage, Judge.”
The judge nodded, holding her hands up.
“Alright, well, if you two are certain. Though I must commend you on your civility towards each other. I’d never think you two were unhappily married.”
She signed the form, stamping it.
“I hereby declare that the matrimony between James Buchanan Barnes and Y/N L/N is nullified. Congratulations. Drop off that form to room A-240 and they’ll take care of any name changes or documents.”
“Thank you so much, Judge Abbott,” you said.
“Yes, thank you, Your Honor.”
“You’re very welcome. The court is dismissed.”
Bucky ran the form down to the office and returned within a minute, meeting you outside.
“We’re free!” you cheered.
“Sure are. Never have to put up with each other again.”
You paused, then offered your hand.
“You weren’t as unbearable as I thought you would be.”
“Neither were you,” Bucky agreed, shaking your hand.
“Enemies seems too strong of a word now,” you decided.
“You’ve got a point. Friends?”
“Don’t be silly, Barnes.”
“Heh, right. We’d never work as friends.”
You thought for a moment.
“How ‘bout co-workers?”
You paused, then nodded.
“Colleagues. But don’t think this means I’m gonna be nice to you or anything.”
“‘Course not. I ain’t taking it easy on you either.”
You looked down at your still connected hands and quickly dropped yours, clearing your throat.
“We should go. Tony said the plane’s gonna be here in half an hour.”
You both moved towards the backseat door, accidentally bumping into each other.
“Let’s just… do you want to sit there?” Bucky gestured to the left side.
“Yeah, if that’s okay. Uh, I’ll just—”
You stepped around him, hand resting on his arm briefly before he stepped back.
“Got it. I’ll go over there…”
You both got into the car, buckling your seatbelts. The silence was deafening until you turned to each other and broke down in giggles. The driver peeked up at you curiously from the rearview mirror.
“Walk much?” Bucky teased and you snorted, laughing louder.
“What about you? You basically turned into a statue.”
“Nah, I just planted myself like an oak tree.”
“Ha! No one makes a better oak than me, Barnes. You can be a mountain.”
“Alright, I’ll take it. Mountains are nice.”
“But resilient. They occur when tectonic plates shift over each other. Sometimes they’re formed by underwater volcanoes which erupt. Steady in times of tumult.”
“Pretty lonely, though.”
You paused, thinking.
“Trees grow on mountains.”
Bucky glanced at you and hummed, lips quirking.
“Yeah. I guess you’re right.”
The plane ride back was peaceful, quiet. Tony had said he would meet you at the gate, and when you arrived, not only was he there, but so was most of the crew, oddly enough.
“How’d it go?” he called as you descended down the stairs of the plane.
“Great! It’s like it never happened,” you yelled over the noise of the engine.
“Not exactly,” Pepper sighed as you pulled Nat into a hug.
“How ya doing, kid?” Sam asked as you hugged his side, his hand patting your back.
“I’ve been worse. Pepper, what do you mean ‘not exactly’?”
She sighed again and you followed her inside. Bucky had hung behind, talking quietly with Steve, who gave you a friendly wave.
“You two caused quite a hullabaloo,” Pepper began, dragging you, Bucky, and Tony into an office.
“The press is going nuts. And the internet’s wild. There are forums now dedicated to your relationship, as well as fights breaking out over who you should’ve ended up marrying.”
“Can’t we just tell them we annulled and that’ll be the end of it?”
“I mentioned that but Fury insisted he doesn’t want to do that right now.”
“Why the hell not? It’s risky, prolonging this,” Bucky argued.
“How so?” you asked.
“Well, you know,” Tony began. “There are some real whack jobs out there. We don’t need them to come after you or Barnes in the name of love.”
“So what do we do?”
Pepper glanced at you, then Bucky.
“Well, not nothing. But definitely no press releases. If you get cornered by the paps, it’s fight or flight.”
“But you just said—“
“I know. But after your Twitter incident a few days ago, we realized talking about it will only add fuel to the fire. The best we can do is filter as much information about it as we can and hope that people will forget about it sooner rather than later.”
“So we just pretend it never happened?”
“Not exactly. You’ll need to keep up appearances. When Tony inevitably makes me throw one of his outrageous parties—“
“Standing right here, Pep.“
“—You and James will go together. Stuff like that. And rings.”
“When you two go out, you need to wear wedding rings. The public notices that kind of thing.”
“So do enemies,” grated Bucky.
“I have to pick a wedding ring?”
“You don’t have to right now. You’re probably tired from the flight. But yes, sometime before you go out again, you need to choose a ring.”
“I don’t care one way or the other what I have to wear,” Bucky said and Pepper nodded.
“I’ve got one for you. It’s compatible with the vibranium.”
“If anything changes, we’ll let you know,” Tony promised.
“Again, I have to pick a wedding ring?”
“Yes, I know, Y/N, but if it looks like a regular ol’ marriage, people will grow tired of it and then we’ll be able to move on.”
“Fine,” you sighed. A ring wasn’t so bad.
“What about missions?”
“What about them?”
“We still get to go on missions, right?”
“Uh, well, Fury was strict about...“
“You’re benching us?”
“Y/N, it’s a precaution—“
“Nothing’s changed with Barnes and I, we’re just as capable to go on missions as before.”
“Your faces are on every single major news outlet across America and that causes problems. I don’t doubt you two are good agents but it’s too risky for you to put yourselves out like that.”
“Understood,” Bucky agreed.
You gaped at him.
Tony folded his arms and you knew that was the end of the discussion.
“We’ll go ring shopping tomorrow, okay?” Pepper said and you waved by way of acknowledgment, stomping out the door.
“What the hell was that?”
You ran to catch up with Bucky’s long strides, trying to see his face.
“‘Understood’? You like missions, why didn’t you fight harder?”
“Not worth fighting, L/N. They’re right, this isn’t a fire to play with.”
“A couple of hardcore shippers on the internet isn’t anything to worry about.”
“Besides, we can both handle ourselves. They’re overreacting to a small threat.”
Bucky sighed, heading into the kitchen and opening the fridge to pull out a carton of orange juice.
“Don’t underestimate threats, L/N. A threat is a threat.”
You pulled out two glasses and slid them down the counter, which Bucky caught easily.
“I’m not, I just… I don’t like being benched.”
“Hasn’t even been a day.”
“Yes, well, we were cooped up at a stinky motel for a week so excuse me if I’m ready for a change of scenery.”
“What’re you talking about? You’ve got a great view right in front of you,” Bucky smirked, gesturing to himself.
“That hurts, doll.”
“You’ll recover,” you grinned, leaning against the kitchen island and sipping your juice.
“Dunno if I will. Wondering if I’ll ever feel whole again.”
He looked into the distance wistfully.
“Save that energy for when you have to act madly in love with me.”
“Will do. I’m an excellent actor.”
“Sure you are.”
“Played your husband, didn’t I?”
“Wow, you’re taking all the shots today, aren’t you?”
“All I’m saying is, I don’t think you’re gonna be the next Oscar winner.”
“Guess who just got written out of my nominee speech.”
“Don’t forget about the wife who got you to where you are, Barnes.”
“Forgetting… done. Already forgotten. Who are you?”
“You could never forget me, dear.”
“Unforgettable, in every way,” Bucky began to sing.
“You know that one? That’s my favorite.”
“‘Course. Who doesn’t know King Cole?”
“I mean… you and Steve probably.”
“Hey, I’m cultured. May not be able to figure out these newfangled tiny computers, but I know good music when I hear it.”
“Speaking of culture, we should have another movie marathon.”
“Why not. Nothing else to do while we’re grounded.”
“And musicals! We’re gonna watch so many musicals.”
“Golly, I can’t wait,” he deadpanned.
“I admire your spirit, Barnes.”
“Hey, party people.”
You looked up to find Steve and Sam walking in, probably just having come in from a training session.
“Hey, guys,” greeted Steve.
“Just wanted to check in, make sure an MMA fight wasn’t about to break out.”
“Not yet. Those are Sunday specials only.”
“That reminds me,” Bucky began.
“We should spar, get you some practice.”
“I’m a natural at sparring and am highly offended you’d suggest otherwise.”
“Later this week then?”
It was silent for too long and you turned to find Steve and Sam staring at you two.
“Are you guys good?” you asked.
“Yeah,” Steve said slowly. “Just odd that you two aren’t… fighting.”
“We will soon. I’m gonna kick his ass.”
“Right. Just like you stopped me from going running?”
“You cheated. I was immovable.”
“Sure you were. And that’s exactly why we’re practicing.”
Pepper told you the next morning that she would go with you to get your ring around lunch, as she was in meetings all morning.
So, until then, you were making pancakes.
“It clearly says ‘add as needed, then fold in.’”
“That doesn’t mean you can dump in the entire bag of chocolate chips.”
“That’s exactly what that means, Barnes.”
“It won’t cook evenly if you put in too many. Here—“ Bucky ladled some batter onto the griddle, swirling it into a perfect circle.
“Now put the chips. Don’t get them on the pan or they’ll burn and stick.”
You did as he said, dropping them in the pattern of a smiley face.
“I’m an artist,” you said proudly as Bucky flipped the pancake.
“Ooh, what smells good?”
In walked Nat, Sam, Tony, and Steve, settling at the table nearby.
“Morning. I’m making pancakes!” you announced gleefully.
“No, she’s not. I’m making them.”
“Thank God,” mumbled Tony.
“Hey, I can cook. Right, Nat?”
You pouted and Bucky sighed, handing you the spatula.
“Here, doll. Try flipping one.”
You lit up and jumped to shimmy the spatula underneath, carefully turning it.
“See? ‘M a champ. Three Michelin stars, here I come!”
“Wait a minute, hold on,” interjected Sam.
“Does anyone else find this scary as hell?”
You turned and leaned against the counter, absently passing Bucky the bag of chocolate chips when he asked.
“See! Right there. What’re you two doing?”
“Didn’t we already establish we’re making pancakes?”
“Yes, but you’re making pancakes. Together.”
“Well, I couldn’t let her make ‘em herself, unless you guys felt like catching salmonella.”
You pinched your fingers.
“This close to getting flour in your hair.”
“No no, Wilson’s got a point,” Tony agreed.
“It’s definitely weird. Like Twilight Zone weird.”
He squinted, studying you and Bucky.
“You two didn’t sleep together, did you?”
“Hey, okay, just checking. I mean, you two are kind of acting normal, not biting each other’s heads off and whatnot.”
“Oh, well, we decided that we’re colleagues.”
“Colleagues?” echoed Steve.
“Yeah. I mean, obviously we aren’t friends or anything, because that’s ridiculous. But we can be colleagues,” you explained.
“I didn’t realize colleagues made pancakes together.”
“This is for your health, Wilson,” Bucky reminded, flipping the last pancake onto the plate.
He made to sit down and you followed, settling across from him.
“Y/N, isn’t that your seat he’s in?” Nat asked.
You considered it for a moment, then shrugged.
“It’s fine. He made pancakes.”
“Seriously, how are we not freaking out about this? They were gone for a week.”
“Can somebody pass the syrup?” Bucky requested.
“No. Everyone pour yours first. He drowns his pancakes in an inch of syrup.”
“It’s not an inch. Maybe half.”
“Other people need syrup too, Barnes.”
“I’ve got a sweet tooth, doll, you know that.”
“Oh! That reminds me. We should try and make your ma’s banana bread. Steve, do you remember Bucky’s mom’s caramel banana bread? Maybe we can narrow down the recipe that way.”
“Yeah, of course. Wow, I haven’t thought about that in a long time. You two… were talking about it?”
“Yeah, I told her how Ma used to add extra brown sugar,” Bucky said, swiping the syrup bottle from under your nose.
“Hence why his syrup privileges are limited,” you added, taking it back with a head shake.
Tony’s phone dinged and he glanced at it from his cereal.
“Pepper wants you in ten minutes, sunshine.”
“Got it. Sure you don’t wanna come with us, Barnes? You might see one you like.”
“I trust you with the ring shopping, thank you.”
“‘Kay. We’ll practice after I get back, yeah?”
“Sure, doll. Be safe.”
“‘M just going to the jeweler’s, relax.”
“Jewelry stores are in the top five stores that are most likely to get robbed.”
“You’re just bubbling with optimism, aren’t you?”
“It’s my survival instinct.”
“Paranoiaaaa,” you sang as you disappeared down the hall.
“Oh, that’s pretty.”
Pepper came up to where you were standing in front of the mirror, sighing with a satisfied grin.
“We’re not buying a tiara, Y/N.”
“But Pepper, I look like a princess.”
You returned it to the attendant and followed Pepper to the display case of wedding rings.
“Anything you like?”
“Can I see that one?”
The jeweler took out a rose gold ring with an oval cut light pink gem in the center, studded by smaller diamonds.
“This is a newer style for wedding rings. Morganite, the gem in the center, is traditionally used for engagement rings. It symbolizes that your match was made in Heaven, and that you’ll live happily ever after together.”
“Let’s not give the universe any ideas.”
He furrowed his brow in confusion.
“Price?” Pepper asked.
“This one is three thousand, four hundred.”
“Damn, for a ring?”
The jeweler raised an eyebrow.
“Do you like it, Y/N?”
You considered it but frowned, shaking your head.
“Too fairytale-like. How about that one?”
The jeweler took out a silver band with tiny diamonds lining the sides and a royal blue sapphire in the middle.
“This is one of our more classic styles. It has white diamonds encrusted along the band, VS2 clarity, with an AAA clarity royal sapphire in the center.”
“What do sapphires mean? Nothing mushy I hope.”
“It’s an elegant choice. Some royals have selected blue sapphires for their rings. The message is very simple: you’ll always be honest and loyal to each other.”
“How much?” Pepper asked.
“This one is nine thousand, even.”
“Dollars? You gotta be shittin’ me.”
The jeweler wrinkled his nose and you pressed your lips together sheepishly.
“Y/N, it’s okay, trust me. Fury said it’s covered.”
“Really? Not on Tony’s dime?”
“Not at all. And you’re supposed to be a little extravagant. You’re marrying an Avenger, after all. People like the showiness.”
“Yeah, an Avenger, not the next Asgardian king.”
You turned to the jeweler.
“Can I get something simple? Wearable when I’m punching people in the nose.”
“Sturdy and simple. I understand. One moment.”
He went to the back and returned with three rings. Immediately, one caught your eye and you pointed.
“The band is made of titanium, believe it or not. Very durable. Usually titanium is used for men’s wedding bands, but it can be quite elegant in women’s wedding rings too. The diamond is princess-cut, but we can reinforce it if needed.”
“And those red gems on the sides?”
“Rubies. Very popular for everyday wear. Less likely to scratch or shatter if dropped.”
“This one. I like this one.”
“Funnily enough, this ring is actually similar to—“
“So how much will that be?” Pepper cut in.
“This retails for about three thousand, six hundred.”
Pepper looked at you expectantly, brows raised.
“I’ll take it.”
“Did you pick a ring?”
You showed Nat a picture and she nodded approvingly.
“Durable but cute. I like it.”
“Right? I wanted a tiara but Pepper said no.”
Nat smiled, shaking her head.
“I’ll get you a tiara for your next wedding.”
“No, no, I wanted it for casual wear. You know, grocery shopping, the bank. Stuff like that.”
“Birthday present, then.”
“Nat, have I ever told you you’re my favorite?”
“I could use a reminder.”
You joined her on the couch, legs pressed against hers.
“Well, you’re my favorite.”
“Good to hear.”
“What’re you watching?”
You tucked into the pillow, half paying attention while you scrolled through your Instagram feed.
“Yeah, what’s up?”
You perked up at Bucky’s voice, lifting your head to listen.
“Where’d he go?”
“Did you take my sweatshirt?”
You jumped as Bucky materialized behind the couch, arms folded.
“Christ, don’t do that.”
“Where’s my sweatshirt?”
“I don’t know, check your duffel.”
“‘S not in there.”
“Uh… oh, look in mine, I have a garbage bag of laundry I did at the motel. It’s probably in there.”
“Put on a fucking bell. Give a girl some warning, sheesh.”
“Ain’t a reindeer, doll.”
You turned back to the TV, eyebrows crooking in confusion when Nat paused it.
She lifted her eyebrows, all too closely resembling a mysterious oracle about to drop a serious truth bomb that would considerably alter the decisions you made next.
You were about at the part of the story where that happened, weren’t you?
“I can’t read minds, Nat, that’s not my thing.”
“You know you can tell me anything, right?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“And I won’t judge you.”
“No matter how out of this world it might sound.”
“Seriously, hardly anything sounds crazy to me.”
“Like, we’ve fought aliens.”
“Nat, I get it.”
“Okay, alright. I just want to make sure you understand that.”
“I do. I don’t understand why you needed to pause the TV for that, though.”
“I thought you might need a reminder.”
“Is this about Barnes?”
“No, I didn’t say that—”
“Because nothing’s going on between us.”
“Really, Nat. Nothing. It’s the same it’s always been.”
“I believe you.”
“Really! I just meant in general, when—if the time comes that you want to share something with me, no matter how insane it might sound, I’m here.”
“Yeah, whatever, Nat. I think we have plenty of proof that there’s no way Bucky and I could ever be compatible.”
“You called him Bucky.”
“Oh. I meant Barnes.”
“Are we gonna watch or not?”
Nat held up her hands in surrender, pressing play.
You reclined in your seat, trying not to think too hard about why you hadn’t given Bucky his sweatshirt back before he’d asked.
Or why he’d popped into your head in the first place.
Bucky gestured to his chest.
You made a fist, took the proper stance, and threw a punch. Bucky nodded.
“Alright, not bad. Little too much tension, but we can fix that. Now kick.”
So you roundhoused, getting Bucky in the arm.
“Okay, I can tell you don’t kick very often.”
“Can I have a new instructor?”
“You can, but I guarantee no one knows your fighting style and areas you need to improve like I do.”
“I spend all that time criticizing you, figure I should know what I’m criticizing.”
“You’ve got a point there.”
“The first thing we’re gonna work on is helping you use your body to your advantage.”
“Ha ha. Now, you’re probably gonna encounter a bunch of thugs who are bigger than you. So you need to use their weight against them.”
“How do I do that?”
“Physics and distribution. If you try to pull on my arm, I’m not gonna go down, right? But if you attacked my head, where there’s less strength, with enough momentum, you’d get me down. Natasha’s gonna demonstrate.”
You hadn’t even noticed Nat come in but there she was, slipping into the ring.
“Watch how she attacks me. Ready?”
You nodded and Nat took off, nimbly wrapping her legs around Bucky’s shoulders and pulling him down, swinging over his back so she wouldn’t take the brunt of the impact.
“Yeah, great job. Hoping I won’t need to go through that an additional time,” Bucky grunted, rubbing his neck.
“You’re fine. I gotta go, Clint’s being a big baby about something or another. Knock ‘em dead, sweetie.”
She winked at you before disappearing through the doors and you rolled your eyes.
“I don’t know how to do any of that.”
“You know more than you think. Don't underestimate yourself, Y/N. Follow your instinct. Five, four, three, two, go!”
You sprinted across the mat and launched yourself at him, hands around his neck and knees squeezing his sides as you twisted to try and get him down.
Bucky peeled you off like you were gum on the bottom of a shoe, letting you fall to the ground.
The wind was knocked out of you and you cursed, weakly hitting the floor.
“What the hell was that?” you croaked.
“What? I defended your attack.”
“You didn’t say that was part of it!”
“You’re coming at me prepared to hurt, doll. Why wouldn’t I defend myself?”
“‘Cause you’ve got a freakin’ metal arm that bruises us non-Supers quite easily.”
“Yeah, but look at it this way. If you can hold your own against me, even the deadliest assassins will be a piece of cake.”
“I would love some cake.”
“Me too, but later, alright? We’ll make chocolate cake.”
“You sure know the way to a woman’s heart, Barnes.”
“I try. Now, again.”
You clambered to your feet, rolling your shoulders.
“Easy with the knockouts.”
“Take me down before I get a chance to take you down, doll.”
“So are they. Trust me. I’d rather I’m hard on you than them.”
“Don’t tell me you’re worried about me.”
“‘M always worried about you.”
The sincerity of the statement startled you, but you didn’t dwell on it much as you rushed him, trying once again to emulate Nat’s move.
“You’re too tense,” Bucky decided after the sixth failed attempt to knock him to the floor.
“Oh, is that it?”
He walked over and carefully set his hands on your arms.
“This okay? ‘M gonna adjust your stance.”
Bucky’s hands went to your shoulders and he pressed his thumbs into the divots of your shoulder blades. Then his hands went to your hips and he turned your waist out, nudging your knees so you bent them slightly.
“Just relax, L/N. Otherwise you’re gonna wear yourself out before we get started.”
“How can I relax? You’re not exactly taking it easy on me and this is new.”
Bucky came around to meet your eye.
“I’m not gonna let you get hurt, alright? I’d never hurt ya, doll.”
“It’s a challenge but out there, it’s gonna be a challenge too. Not being tough on you to be an asshole.”
You steeled yourself with a sigh, squaring your shoulders.
“Okay. I’m ready. Let’s go again.”
Bucky nodded, gesturing for you to go first. You moved quicker this time, gauging your moves before you made them. Bucky caught you by your waist like he had for the last six times, but this time, you swung around fast and dug a knee into his back, arm around his neck, using the momentum to pull him down.
It worked. Sort of.
Nat had had plenty of practice with moving out of the way before her opponent crushed her with their weight. You had not.
So you brought Bucky down, yes, but you went down with him.
“Shit!” he yelped in surprise and you couldn’t roll out of the way fast enough, closing your eyes as you braced yourself.
But the impact never came. Bucky caught himself before he crushed you.
Your head hit the mat quite hard, and once again, the breath was knocked out of you, courtesy of yourself.
“Really gave it your all there, huh?”
“My body is a weapon,” you replied, sucking in a breath.
“I don’t think you understand the concept of a weapon, doll.”
“No, I guess I don’t.”
You opened your eyes and were startled to find Bucky so close to you, the left side of his body supporting most of his weight as he hovered over you. His eyes were a darker blue than that night at the motel, his frame blocking the majority of the gym light. His lips were chapped and, as if he heard your thought, his tongue darted to moisten the dry skin.
“Sorry, I’ll uh—”
Bucky quickly pushed himself up onto his feet, offering a hand.
“I, uh, I think that’s enough practice for today,”
You cleared your throat and shifted, accepting his hand. As soon as you were upright, Bucky backed away, putting considerable distance between you.
“Right. That was… well, that was better.”
“How? I landed on the floor again.”
“Yeah, but this time I was on top of ya.”
He flushed as he registered his words.
“I mean, ah, you-you got me on the mat too.”
It was silent for a long moment, the only sound the faint humming of some contraption Tony had installed somewhere. It was hard to keep track at this point.
“Well, I should—”
“Thanks for the lesson.”
You rubbed your elbow where you’d skinned it on the mat. Bucky, predictably, noticed immediately.
“No, it’s fine.”
Bucky stared at your elbow for a moment longer and you dropped your hand.
“Ain’t being stubborn again, are you?”
Bucky sighed, shaking his head with a small smile.
“If it still hurts in a few hours, go get it checked at least.”
“Aye aye, Doc.”
He lingered for a second, then headed for the exit.
“See you, L/N.”
The door fell shut.
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✧ chapter four: fire is catching - b. barnes x oc series ✧
-> captain-james’ gif
‘let’s play fire with fire’ series masterlist
summary: the night continues so sam, bucky and sera deal with the big man on his big throne. but when their mission doesn’t go according to plan, blood ends up spilling on the floor as their little team starts to fall apart.
warnings: graphic descriptions about blood.
“Where do you think you’re going?” A tall man with his deep voice asked while putting his hand on Sera’s shoulder as soon as she walked in front of him with the intention to walk inside the VIP area.
Sera, who had her veins still pounding from her fight with Bucky moments earlier, she moved the man’s hand away and looked at him dead in the eyes. “Dude, I’m not in the mood for this so you better fuck off.”
Sera nodded with a smile. “Oh, you heard me.”
“Hey, hey.” Sam appeared from her back trying to calm the situation down like he always did. But before he could let out another word, the big guy on his boy throne spoke while he had three girls around him.
“What is going on with that girl, Jack?”
Sera moved her head to the side to be able to see the guy on the eyes. “We just need to talk to you!”
The man let out a big laugh soon joined by the girls next to him, which lead to Sera feeling her chest being filled with anger and hotness. “And why would I do that, sweetheart? What makes you think a man like me would want to talk to a girl like... you?” He grabbed one of the girls he had next to him and quickly moved her on top of his lap. Disgusted by this man, Sera clenched her jawline and rolled her eyes. “Unless, is not exactly talking what you want to do with me.” The man let out a grin as Sera tilted her head to the side and squinted her eyes when a thought crossed her mind.
Bucky took a step closer angrily but soon stopped once he saw from the corner of his eye the little smile forming on Sera’s lips. “No, you’re right. It’s not talking what I want to do.” As soon as she said those words she opened her eyes normally and felt the hot air going through them.
Sam and Bucky looked at her and carefully watched her moves. But she wasn’t moving a single muscle from her body. Sam, noticing this and her silence, walked to be next to Sera and locked at her eyes. Followed soon by Bucky, but to her other side.
“Careful, now.” Sam said softly. “Just to get us in.”
Bucky heard Sam’s words and furrowed his eyebrows confused still looking at Sera and her red eyes. But before he could let out a word the man letting out a big scream in pain made him turn to him and see how he was grabbing his head as he was kneeled down on the floor.
“Sr? Sr? Are you alright?” The big man quickly walked towards him to try and take him off the floor worryingly. But soon after, the man stopped grabbing his head and quickly looked up with terror in his eyes.
“Just to get us in.” Sera said softly looking at how the man struggled to get up. The girls around him stepped back as they were grabbing each others arms.
As Bucky’s eyes were seeing everything that was happening in front of him, his thoughts about her were slowly coming together. She and her powers were still a mystery to him, the more he spent time with her the more he found out. And this time, he had one thing to add to the list: her saying “I can burn everything that’s on your mind without moving a finger” wasn’t a lie after all.
“Everyone out!” The man yelled after regaining his feet on the floor and started to push everyone out of the way. “Now!” His loud tone could be heard on top of the music gaining some looks from the people dancing. Proudly walking inside that tiny VIP area, Sam, Sera and Bucky stood in front of the man as he sat down once again on his throne, trying to gain his confidence and thoughts back. “Seraphina Thompson. I’ve heard stories about you... I should’ve guessed you were going to come here.”
“And why is that?” Sera asked as she crossed her arms around her chest.
“My name is Zaha and I’m a smart man. Enough to know that I shouldn’t have talked to you like that. And for that, I am truly sorry.”
“You know where you can stick your apology-”
“Sera.” Sam stopped her gaining her eyes on him. “We’re not here to get ourselves into trouble, remember? We just want to talk.” Sera rolled her eyes and went silent, letting Sam take over the conversation. “We need to talk about a guy that calls himself The Red Wolf.”
“I’m sorry. But what makes you think I know about him?”
“Rumours has is that one of his guys worked here for you, and we need to know if you’ve seen or heard about him.”
“I’m sorry... but I don’t. I’ve never heard that nickname before.” Sera squinted her eyes and took a deep breath in, noticing the guy moving uncomfortably on his seat.
“You sure about that?” Bucky said and for the looks of it, he seemed to have caught the same thing as Sera.
“Yes, I am sure. Otherwise I don’t know why I would hide information from you guys.”
“You call yourself smart but you lie about having information,” Bucky said “and I don’t think that’s very smart of you, Mr. Zaha.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Oh, I think you are.” Sera spitted out. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be moving in your seat nervously like you’re doing right now. If you don’t have anything to hide, then don’t be nervous.”
“Oh, I think he is very nervous.” Bucky agreed, getting closer to Zaha.
He crossed his legs to hide his heart beating faster but unlucky for him, nothing passes unnoticed for Sam, Bucky and Sera.
“Nervous like a little chihuahua.” Sam said jokingly. “Shaking like you need to pee right now. Do you need to pee Mr. Zaha? Or that brain of yours is hiding something important and that’s why you’re shaking like a little baby?”
“I think is the second option, Sam,” Bucky said firmly “so you better be smart about this.”
It was obvious that Zaha was caught off guard and didn’t expect to face someone like them on that night. Sera knew that he was a man that liked to be feared and not the one being threatened, so trying to gain control of the situation he let out a grin and tilted his head slowly to the side. “And you are, Mr...?”
“You don’t want to find out.” Bucky said quickly, not wanting to deal with Zaha’s twisted mind.
“Not to be rude or anything,” Zaha said slowly while while pointing at Bucky with his long finger “but why are you the one with the job of intimidation?” He let out a grin and then slowly turned towards Sera, who furrowed her eyebrows angrily. “Don’t you two think that is better to use the girl with fire in her eyes?”
Before Sam or Sera could say anything, Bucky quickly walked towards Zaha and punched the side of his throne making a loud noise once his hands touched the sit and for Zaha to lock eyes with him and regain the fear on his eyes.
“Don’t look at her, look at me.” Bucky said firmly with his jaw clenched and his killing eyes on Zaha. “You better speak and tell us what you know because you don’t want to be on my bad side.”
Sera noticed his big arms under that black jacket he had and felt how her stomach turned once the need of touching them appeared on her mind. Unintentionally, she widen her eyes at the surprise of Bucky feeling angry once again. But this time, Sera wasn’t angry too, this time she felt the hotness growing inside of her as the butterflies were going crazy inside of her stomach. He looked attractive and her mind wasn’t going to let it pass.
So lost in her thoughts, Sera didn’t notice the metal arm showing once Bucky moved closer to Zaha. Before she could do something about it, Zaha moved his eyes towards it since it made a different noise than the other hand. Realising the dark grey color Bucky had on his arm, his eyes went wide open as his back touched the back of his seat, clearly intimidated of what he had in front of him.
“You’re the winter soldier... and you” Zaha turned to Sam, immediately recognising him “you’re the falcon.” Bucky stepped back as Zaha was going back and forth between them all with shook in his eyes. “Seraphina Thompson with the falcon and the winter soldier?”
“Now you see the trouble you’re in?” Sam said nodding his head.
“I knew... The Red Wolf.” Zaha said finally after a couple of seconds and looking down at the floor. “He used to make his reunions here.”
“Why used to?” Sera asked.
“I don’t know. He suddenly stopped needing the place. I- I never stepped inside one of his meetings because he didn’t allow it.” He looked up waiting for one of them to talk but receiving not words he sighed and shook his head. “He is a very dangerous man. And has so many people behind him- even I was impressed. I knew who he was but I never knew or tried to understand what he was planning to do. To be quite honest, I was terrified, truly terrified, when he came here I moved myself out of the way. He once asked me to give one of his men a job here so I did. And that’s it. So, I’m sorry but I can’t help you more.”
“So you let a man have his meetings here for a long time but you don’t know anything about him?” Bucky asked. “It sounds like bullshit.”
“Sera do you smell that?” Sam asked and Sera quickly smelled the air and nodded. “Bullshit.”
“It’s not! I’m telling you the truth.”
“Sounds to me like you’re a coward.” Bucky let out slowly as he was getting closer.
Noticing his eyes on Bucky’s metal arm, Sera let out a tiny grin and slightly tilted her head to the side. “What? Afraid of a little metal arm?”
Bucky let his hands rest on the side of his chair to get his face closer to his, feeling the fear growing inside of Zaha. “Talk.”
“That’s all I-”
“Talk, before you make me lose my patience.”
“I’m being serious! That’s all I know!”
Bucky said something else but Sera didn’t hear it. As soon as he said his next words Sera felt how they slowly faded away as the electricity ran through her veins. She closed her eyes feeling her eyes burn and her throat feeling up with hot air.
“Sam-” She said almost in a whisper but it was enough since Sam worryingly turned to her and quickly walked towards her to grab her shoulder.
“Sera? Are you alright?” He asked but as soon as she locked eyes with him, he understood.
“Something’s wrong.” The second she said those words the sound of a bullet entering the room his their ears and soon ended up inside Zaha’s head, immediately making his body to fly backwards as the blood was pouring from his forehead and slowly covering the floor around him.
Realising what just happened, Bucky turned around to lock eyes with Sera. But when another thing caught his eyes, he immediately ran towards her as the sound of bullets being shot hit his ears. Without hesitating, Bucky covered her body and lifted his metal arm to stop any bullet quickly flying her way.
As Sam threw himself out of the way, Sera closed her eyes once Bucky turned her to the side and with strength pushed her against the wall to cover themselves from the thousands of bullets going their way.
Ignoring the pain Sera was feeling on her back from hitting the wall, she locked eyes with Bucky who seemed to have glued himself in front of her. Their eyes were locked to each other with no intention to move them away. Their faces were so close that their chests would almost touch the moment they filled their lungs with air. Sera widen her eyes at the realisation that Bucky just saved her body from ending covered in bullets.
Even if the loud noises around them were still going, Bucky and Sera didn’t take their eyes away from each other, until Sam quickly ran towards them to cover his body the same way Sera and Bucky were doing.
“Would you two mind stopping with the whole staring thing and help me?! Because I don’t think Mr. Zaha has the intention to do so now!” Sam yelled after taking the gun out of the back of his jeans and trying to hit anyone that had the intentions to kill them.
Going back to reality and what was happening next to her, Sera moved Bucky out the way the moment he took out the guy he had on his back. Feeling the fire on her fingertips grow Sera moved her feet towards the bullets and ignored the big yell of her name coming out of Bucky’s mouth. Lifting her hands to her side the second her eyes turned red, a wall fire started growing in front of her making the bullets towards her, Sam and Bucky melt the instant they touched the burning wall Sera had created.
Bucky seeing what Sera was doing and the second he took off the shook out of his face, he ran towards Sam who was now standing next to the wall of fire with his chest going quickly up and down. He turned to look at Bucky who was still surprised at the way Sera and her red eyes were handling the situation, something that he had never seen anyone do before.
The sound of the melted bullets hitting the floor were now hitting their ears. “I guess she can do a little more than turn into a torch.” Bucky said with his eyes locked on her. When the bullets stopped going through the wall, Bucky lifted his gun ready to face whatever was coming even if it felt like Sera had everything covered. And she did.
Without waiting another second, moving her hands to the ceiling she closed them into fists to feel the burning sensation growing inside her palm. Her chest was filled with hot air as the smoke was quickly coming out of her skin. Silence surrounded the room, but then, quicker as another bullet trying to get through, Sera opened her hands and with a loud noise left the fire of the wall fly like a pheonix towards the man with big guns trying to kill them, making them all fly toward the wall and end up unconscious on the floor, with nothing more than empty gun and burning marks on their skins.
Feeling her hands going back to normal, she turned around to Sam and Bucky who were standing behind her with their eyes locked on the guys at the floor with furrowed eyebrows. Sera did a little smile and shrugged her shoulders once she gained their eyes on her, doing a thumbs up and nodding. “We’re cool now.” She said before turning around and leaving the VIP area to join the now empty dance floor.
“Yeah, more than a torch.” Sam said softly before leaving a confused and still surprised Bucky behind.
“Now what?” Sera asked once she had her two partners by her side on that empty room with lights going all sorts of crazy.
Before Sam or Bucky could say anything, the sound of a door opening hit their ears letting them notice the now four guys with big guns going their way. “I guess is fighting those assholes.” Sam said before they all ran towards a big white column to hide their bodies behind it.
Expecting to hear more bullets going their way, Sera made her hands burn making fire grow out of them, but before she could move her hands to her side, a big ball of fire hitting the side of the column made them all jump backwards as both Bucky and Sam looked at a very confused Sera.
“What the fuck was that?!” Bucky asked.
“Did they cloned you or some shit?!” As Sam asked that questions, Sera looked at her hands glowing and spitting fire, she closed her eyes the second an ugly old memory game back to her head.
“Can’t be.” She said moving her head to the side to have a better look at the men with black suits and big guns on their hands. But they weren’t normal guns... they were white and were as big as their whole torsos combined. It had red lines on each side that Sera knew they glow everytime they charged. The little sound of fire it made when it threw the ball fire hit Sera’s ears once again making her move Sam and Bucky out of the way by pushing them and hitting their backs to the wall by their left.
“What is that and where can I get one!?” Sam asked when another fire ball hit the white and big column.
“It’s a fire arm!” Sera yelled moving the fire growing towards them.
“Yeah no shit, Sera!” Bucky yelled putting off the little ball of fire by his side with his foot. “What do we do now?”
“We need to make a plan!” Sam yelled. “Bucky go left and I go right while Sera stops the fire-!” He was yelling but then shut his mouth when Bucky and Sera completely ignored what he was saying and started to walk towards the big guns throwing fire. “Why the hell did you ask?!” Sam asked but then went back to the wall once another ball of fire went his way.
“This fucking shoes!” Sera yelled feeling the pain on her toes and ankles the second after she moved the fire going towards her and Bucky by her side.
“Give them to me.” Bucky said and without questioning it, Sera lifted her foot and took of the heel and handed the two pairs of shoes to Bucky. As her eyes were slowly following Bucky’s move, she saw how he moved his metal arm backwards and how the shoe left his hand the second his hand passed his head.
Without giving Sera a moment to react, her other shoe was already flying towards another man, ending up inside his eye. Sera’s eyes were seeing how the blood started to pour out of their eyes as slowly as a tear going down their cheeks. “I always knew you could use a heel as a weapon.” Sera said surprised. But that tiny moment didn’t last long since she felt another ball of fire going her way. Lifting her hands to her side she quickly stopped it and pushed it away, making a big explosion and taking down the other men in front of her in the process.
Bullets hitting her ear Sera turned to her side and noticed Sam behind the counter trying to hit the man now going towards him. With quick steps, Bucky walked passed her ready to take the man down. Seeing how the gun he had on his hands was glowing, Bucky stopped with the intention to move to the side and avoid the big ball of fire wanting to burn him. But before it even had the chance, the second it was out of the big white gun, the big ball of fire quickly moved backwards like someone pushed it, making the man fly backwards and hit the wall behind him.
Bucky turned back to see Sera with a little smile on her face as her eyes were slowly going back to normal. “Uno reverse card, bitch.” She said as she was getting closer to Bucky and Sam, who were now standing side by side.
“Having fun?” Sam asked out of breath while Sera was barely different from when the fight started.
“Is it wrong if I say yes?” She answered cheekily. Eating the laugh that came out of Sera’s mouth, the front door opened letting them see another man entering with, this time, an ever bigger weapon. “Holy shit.” Sera said with shook in her eyes.
“Still having fun?” Bucky asked gaining a mean look from Sera.
Without giving them a second to breathe, another big ball of fire was flying towards them but Sera moving in front of Bucky and Sam lifted her hands into the air and quickly stopped it. Feeling the fire inside of her hands and her eyes burning with desire, she pushed the fire towards the wall by her side making a big loud noise in the process.
Punches were being thrown out, bullets flying as well as fire growing each second around Bucky, Sam and Sera. Neither of them expected to end the night like that, or even why they were in that situation to begin with.
After moving another ball fire going her way, feeling her arms getting tired she moved to the side and let her back rest on the wall as the bullets leaving their guns was hitting her ears. She slightly moved her head to see better what was happening as she heard Sam yelling for Bucky. They needed her. She felt her heart beating faster as she saw how Bucky and Sam were struggling to keep up the fight. Her breathing was going quicker as the sound around her was fading away and her sight was becoming blurrier. Her fingertips felt the burning sensation as her eyes wanted to close. But trying her hardest, she moved towards Sam and Bucky to lift her hands and enter the fire about to burn them into her body.
The scene in front of her getting blurrier and blurrier as the seconds were passing, seeing the fire around her and being thrown at her became even more harder. She didn’t know what was happening or how to stop it. Moving her head side to side to see if Bucky and Sam were alright, she felt how her heart wanted to jump out of her chest. Bucky was struggling when three men were grabbing his arm with strength. Sam, by her other side, was still hiding behind the counter trying to move himself out of the way were fire was growing everywhere around him.
With the intention to move, Sera tried to lift her foot but it felt like it was heavier than ever. The pain in her legs turned into feeling like she was glued to the floor down her. The burning on her hands was stronger but nothing seemed to want to come out of it as her eyes hurt like something had stabbed them a second ago. Her head was pounding while she noticed the noise around her was slowly fading away. No bullets, no fire, no voices but complete silence... until she felt something grabbing her neck and pulling her to the ground as she felt an electric sensation against her neck making her breathing cut short and her eyes to fully close, stopping her from feeling anything else and fall unconscious on the floor.
Bucky’s foot quickly flew towards one of the guys’ knee making him quickly fall into the ground. Able to free himself from one of them, he threw his head backwards to hit the guy behind him in the forehead. Having one guy left, he just lifted his hand and quickly punched the guy in the face, leaving three men now in the floor next to him. Wanting to look for his friends, Bucky looked up and noticed Sam trying to fight a man but quickly shooting him to the ground. Nodding once they locked eyes with each other, with the same intention they both looked around looking for the third member of their team. But once they both saw the same thing, it made their quick feet ran towards a Sera laying on the floor with four men around her. But before any of them could make another move, a strange electric feeling hit their skin making them soon fall to the floor.
Feeling his body shake against the floor, Bucky’s eyes were still glued to Sera as his heart dropped to his stomach. “Sera!” He tried to yell but it came out nothing more than a loud whisper with so much pain in it.
“Look at you.... the winter soldier.” Bucky heard with a joking tone as he was laying in the floor. “What a pity.” Soon after a sound of someone spitting by his side hit his ears and then steps moving away.
As her skin was moving uncomfortably on the floor, he managed to keep his eyes on Sera. The way that a man grabbed her body and lifted her on his shoulders like she was bag of some sort, made his inside burn with anger. He felt how his heavy body was starting to hurt him and getting tired the more he spent on the floor with his eyes stuck on one side of the room.
“What are you gonna do now, Winter Soldier?” A guy yelled kneeling down before letting out the biggest laugh ever, shaking the walls around him. “We’re going to have fun with her. Don’t worry.” He said after getting up and letting out another smile seeing how Bucky still couldn’t get up from the floor.
Following the men with his eyes, Bucky felt how his brain was screaming at him to move and save her. But nothing seemed to be working, the electric feeling against his skin was still shaking his body slowly and keeping anything else from hearing the commands his brain was yelling.
Shaking Sera jokingly, the man that just talked to Bucky turned her head and said something that Bucky couldn’t hear. There was nothing he could do about it, they were taking her God knows where and were planning on doing terrible things to her while Bucky couldn’t even get up to try and save her. He felt useless while the pain inside of him was growing as they were taking Sera further and further away out of the building.
Suddenly, when he gain full attention of his heart beating faster he immediately felt something falling from his eyes towards his cheek. He tensed his teeth together while the pain became tighter around his chest and heart. His breathing was cutting short when the air became thicker around him. Closing his eyes when he heard the front door closing and seeing that Sera was no longer inside the building, hearing his breathing was the only thing he could hear next. The thick air, his heavy stomach and the pain inside his chest were growing each second that was passing as a single tear drop was going down his cheek. She was gone. They took her and Bucky couldn’t save her. That was just... it.
A strong headache appeared on Sera’s head the second she opened her eyes and the white strong light troubled her eyes. She squinted them as they were wondering around the room. It was as white as the light itself and had nothing but the chair she was sitting on and a giant black window in front of her. A tight feeling around her wrist made her realize that she was wrapped at the chair as well as her ankles. The coldness on her neck and being unable to move her head far backwards, she noticed a thick metal necklace covering her neck with a red light that would turn on and off constantly.
The memories before she closed her eyes were slowly coming to her the more she found herself in that room. The fire around her, her burning eyes and... her blurry sight. She still didn’t understand why she felt like that and why couldn’t she control herself. Her heavy body was now gone but she still felt a slightly electric feeling on her neck.
With the intention to move her fingers to feel the burning sensation in them, she took her full attention towards them, but as soon as she tried the white giant door by her left side quickly opened to let her see that ugly face she hated seeing.
“Jackson.” She said angrily as he let out a tiny smile once he closed the door behind him. He had his same long red coat and brown shiny boots. It didn’t matter to the old man that he had a powerful woman like Sera under his power, he still took the time to look good. “I should’ve guessed it was you.”
“Why?” Jackson asked while slowly walking towards her with his hands behind his back. “Because I am the only one who can defeat you?”
“No,” Sera quickly nodded as a grin started to grow on her lips “because I can smell the rotten fish from here.”
Instead of saying something back, Jackson just let out a tiny smile and got even closer to her face. Seeing every detail on his eyes, Sera felt the blood in her veins move faster as his lips were becoming even more into a bigger smile. “Nice to see you again, Sera. And not with those two.”
“Where are they?” She asked moving her body towards him making a loud noise as the chair moved with her.
Seeing how Sera clenched her jawline and the anger Jackson loved so much to see in her eyes, he moved backwards and let out yet another smile. “You really care about them... don’t you?” Not wanting to get an answer from her, Jackson took another step closer and added: “One thing at a time, dear, one thing at a time.”
“Yeah, and the first thing I’ll do is burn everything to the ground.”
“Ah. There she is. I missed you.” Jackson grabbed her chin with strength taking her head backwards as her eyes were burning with anger while looking at him. “But you need to be careful with what you do, dear. I want you to see something. You’re going to love it.” With the same strength as he was holding her, he let go of her chin making her move her head to the side and immediately feel the pain on her skin the moment he let go.
Following Jackson with her eyes, she noticed how his hand went inside his pocket and slowly took out a small controller with a bunch of different color buttons on it. “See this? This, can do a lot of things.” He arrived next to the window and let out a tiny smile while pointing at the blackness next to him. “First of all...” he pressed a button and Sera saw how it quickly turned the lights from the other room. Being the light so bright, Sera squinted her eyes and looked down trying to cover her eyes from the strong and bright light.
But when curiosity became even stronger than the pain she was feeling, she looked up and immediately widened her eyes. The moment she saw those blonde hairs and those green eyes her heart dropped to her stomach. “Angela.” Sera whispered making her throat hurt. Red scratches covered her lips and arms making Sera feel some tears fighting to come out. Her heavy dark bags under her eyes made it seem like she hadn’t slept for days.
Angela, being kneeled down on the floor with chains covering her wrists, looked up and made her face and body even more visible. Realising the shook in her eyes, Sera noticed that she could see her when they both locked eyes with each other. Her skinny lips turned into a smile as soon as her eyes realised that the person she was looking at was Sera, but then noticed Jackson standing in the other room as well, she erased it and rolled her eyes moving her scratched body to the side.
Feeling the anger and pain of seeing her friend all hurt grew inside of her as her fingertips were staring to feel their burning in them. A slight noise hit the room as Sera filled her lungs with fire and tried to free herself, but before she could let anything out, she felt a strong electric shook in her neck, making her body go back to normal and let out nothing but smoke out.
“And that, my dear, is the second thing this controller does. See that fashionable necklace I gave you? Yes, this little thing does the trick but, oh boy, that is the thing that could destroy you. So, if I were you, I would check my options and keep those beautiful fingertips still. We don’t want your sight to her blurry again before you fall on the floor, do we?”
“What do you want?” Sera asked with a firm tone once her neck recovered from the electric shook.
“What do I want?” Jackson asked getting closer to Sera. “I want you, of course.”
“Yeah...” He said softly. “To help me, of course. Like you did years ago.”
“I’m not that same person I was years ago, so fuck off.”
“Oh, language, please.” Jackson said disgusted arriving closer to Sera and stopping right in front of her body. “The old you is still there,” he pointed at her chest “I know it.”
“You don’t know shit, Jackson. You think you do, but you don’t. You want to control something that you can’t.”
“Well, I did controlled you, didn’t I?” He asked softly enjoying the look of Sera’s eyes.
She remembered all those old memories like it was the other day. Her old self being by Jackson’s side and doing whatever his mouth let out. Burning, exploding, tortuning.... it was horrible for her to recall all of those things. Knowing that she was no longer than person was what kept her going, but being in front of him asking her for help, made it more difficult to forget and not get affected by them as they were slowly coming back.
“You were happy, Sera. What happened?” Jackson asked slowly.
“I wasn’t. You manipulated me, you used me. You saw my pain so you took your chance to use what I can do-”
“But, yet, you did them. No questions asked. I never pointed a gun to your head. Did I? Don’t make excuses for the things that you did, dear.”
“I’m not. Believe me. I’ve spent years regretting and trying to forget what I did.”
Jackson stopped for a moment while a little smile grew on his lips. “Yes, with Mr. Wilson, am I right?”
Sera felt her chest close up as his mouth let out his name. “Don’t talk about him. Go to your point, Jackson, what is it exactly that you want from me?”
Seeing how Jackson lifted the controller and got ready to press another button, Sera furrowed her eyebrows as she was waiting for his next words. But before he did, the little noise of the button being pressed hit her ears and soon after, the door quickly opened. “I want you to make me more, Sera.”
Tables and more tables with the same weapons that Sera saw before collapsing on the floor were entering room. She slowly wondered the room and shook her head before turning once again to lock eyes with a proud Jackson staring at her like he was staring at her soul.
“What do you say, Sera? Just like the old days?”
“Like the old days-” Sera closed her eyes with strength while shaking her head. “This is insane, Jackson! Even for you!” The moment she opened her eyes Jackson was closer that made her able to see the desire and craziness now building inside his eyes.
“Sera, you and me together; we could rule the world. We would be unstoppable. If you make me more I can take down those asshole that want me dead and then make the underground mine. And after that, make the whole world mine. If you help me, if you give those weapons the energy they need to breath out fire it’s going to happen. I could be the king. And you... can be my queen, right by my side.”
Sera moved her head backwards and slowly shook her head while her eyes wondered the room once again, shook of what she was hearing and seeing. “Jackson. You want to play with something that’s way more complicated than you think. Understanding how this works isn’t something as easy as knowing how to build those weapons. It was comes after.” Seeing the anger and disappointment growing on his eyes, Sera moved closer to his face and whispered loudly: “Fire is catching. And if you play with it when you can’t control it... you’ll burn.”
“Well, I controlled you and I didn’t burn, did I?” He asked with the some tone but with anger before walking backwards and grabbing the controller once again. “And if I can make you remember, I have something that is going to make you help me, dear.” Jackson pointed at Angela who was confusingly watching every single weapon that there was in the room. Noticing that everyone was looking at her, she turned to lock eyes with Sera and let out a tiny smile even if her eyes screamed the pain she was feeling inside and out. “If you don’t help me, I can make her eyes go blurry.... like yours did. But I don’t think someone as weak as her can take it. So you better think it twice.”
Sera didn’t move her eyes from Angela. She saw how after giving her a smile, she went over to Jackson and flipped him off when he turned to her. Him, letting out a long angry sigh, went back to staring at Sera and tilted his head to the side, enjoying having the upper hand on her and the defeated look on her face.
‘I’m sorry’ Sera mouthed at Angela who slowly shook her head with a confused smile. Not wanting to look at her in the eyes anymore, she turned to Jackson and said the words she would never expected to say ever again: “I’ll help you.”
The trees were passing on Bucky’s window as the car was moving on the road. He had his elbow touching the door while his hand was against his lips holding his heavy head. The only noise surrounding the car was the sound of it running and the beeping coming from Sam’s phone.
After both, Sam and Bucky, gained control of their bodies they ran out of the building to see if they could notice anything that could lead them to Sera. But the whole street was as empty as the club inside. No noise, no black car, not even people walking around. The wind was the only thing they noticed moving around them.
Bucky found himself walking backwards and moving his metal hand with speed towards the wall behind him, hitting it with strength and making a big whole in the process. Feeling his breathing getting heavier as the anger grew inside of him, he closed his eyes with strength while his mind was trying to think of his next move.
He had no idea where they could’ve taken her, or even if she was still on the ground or on a plane going somewhere. His brain was empty as his chest became even more tighter and his heart wanted to jump out of his body. He opened his eyes to see Sam standing right next to him with his eyes glued to his phone screen typing something as fast as his fingers let him. Confused on what he was doing, he got closer to him but as soon as he arrived to his side, Sam blocked his phone and started walking away, quickly being followed by Bucky.
“So how exactly is this thing going to take us to Sera?” Bucky asked with a raspy voice once he looked at the phone, seeing how it had a tiny map in it and had a big red circle beeping every two seconds.
“A couple of years ago, when I used to work with Sera, I installed a tracker on her phone because there were times where she would...” Sam stopped and Bucky noticed that he was struggling on deciding if he should keep talking or just stop right there, but then when a tiny sigh came out of his mouth, he continued: “Look, our story is way more complicated than I could ever let you know. And if ever let you know, she has to say yes first. It’s her decision.”
“What is it about it that it’s such a big thing for you to ask her permission?”
“It’s complicated, Bucky, like I told you. It’s more of her story than mine, that’s why.” Bucky looked to the window a million of questions were flying around his head. Was it something bad? That questioned seemed to eat his brain the most. It wasn’t like Bucky’s past was clean and he was worried of thinking bad of her if he knew, his past was the dirtiest of them all, the wonder and the curiosity was the thing that was surrounding his brain. Why was it so important that Sam didn’t want to tell him?
“I get it.” Bucky said. “Believe me, I do. It’s not like I have the cleanest past.”
“Look, remember the first where she stayed with us? The one where we told her to wait?” Bucky nodded, as he looked at Sam remembering what Sera told him about Sam seeing it before. “It used to happen a lot back then, but even worse than the one we saw. She would take more minutes to calm herself down, make bigger shields around her to the point where we couldn’t even be close to her. It was ugly, Bucky.”
“Why, Sam? What makes her do that?”
“She comes from a hard life. Even if she acts like she doesn’t, the worst scenario that could happen to a person happened to her. After that, she went through even more terrible things. The point is, when those moments were over, she would usually end up in places far, far away.” Sam said. “That’s why I decided to install this tracker, I never told her because I knew she was going to hate it. But that was the only option I had back then.”
“And that’s how you knew where she was after all those years.” Sam nodded as Bucky let out sigh and added: “Good thing you thought of it, then.” He let out a tiny smile and turned to his window once again.
Even if some of the questions Bucky had on his mind were answered, he still felt as confused as the moment he started to wonder about her. Thousand of ideas were growing on his head as the seconds were passing. Not knowing the real story was eating him on the inside and making him even more nervous. He moved on his seat uncomfortably as his foot started to move up and down with speed. The minutes didn’t seem to pass as they where moving and that made the blood in his veins to rush.
Noticing this, Sam did a quick look to Bucky and his nervous actions. That wasn’t something normal on him, feeling anxious and showing it. He would always hide what was going on that brain of his carefully managing every movement he did. He was good at it. He was trained to be good at it. Even if his mind wasn’t the one that it used to, he still had everything he learned inside of him. So to be this out and about with his emotions, it had to be something big.
“You care about her, don’t you?” Sam asked ending the silence between them. Bucky, instead of turning to Sam and denying it, he stayed in silence and let out a tiny sigh. Maybe he did.
The memory of how his body felt when his eyes were seeing those men taking her away... made his chest tighten and feel his heart beating a little bit faster than usual. His throat closed up making it harder for him to say something to Sam. Like his cheek had a memory of it self, he felt how the invisible tear dropped down from his cheek while his mind was replaying Sera’s body being carried out. She knew this girl in less than a week but had him feeling things he hadn’t felt in a long time. He found himself caring about her, wanting to protect her like she was his.... Bucky knew that Sera didn’t need a protection, she proved more than capable of taken care of herself multiple times, but for the way his body and mind were acting, that didn’t matter to Bucky, he still felt the need to make sure she was fine until her last breath.
“She’s going to be fine, Bucky.” Sam said softly gaining Bucky’s attention.
Locking eyes with Sam, he nodded and let out a tiny smile not wanting to worry Sam with his millions of questions inside his brain. And weird enough, a big noise coming from a far helped him do that. As soon as the noise hit their ears, they both turned to the the road to see a big explosion going off, fire surrounded trees as big piece of smoke was flying upwards towards the sky. Like they were thinking the same thing, they both turned to Sam’s phone and noticed that the big red circle was closer than they expected.
“I think we found her.” Sam said softly, quickly turning the car towards the side of road after checking if anyone was coming, ready to follow the fire slowly growing around the forest.
“C’mon, Angela, get up.”
As the smoke around her was getting bigger and thicker, fire was growing and building up every second, Sera quickly ran towards her friend and grabbed her arm to help her get up. She noticed the weapons all now destroyed and some men also laying on the ground, but Jackson was nowhere to be seen.
Since the moment Sera saw those weapons get into the room, her little plan started working inside her head. She saw the opportunity and knew that she was going to take it. So, when Jackson pushed the little button to take that thick eletric necklace out of her neck and slowly took it off her, she looked up and immediately felt her eyes burning with desire as her hands touched the cold metal of the weapons.
“How-?” Angela asked after coughing the smoke out of lungs. “How did you do that? I thought you were going to help them.”
“That asshole wants to control fire but doesn’t even take the time to understand it.” She said while getting Angela’s arm around her shoulders to help her walking. “If I can give that piece of crap the amount of energy to work, I can also give it the energy to self destruct and explode. C’mon, let’s go.”
Covering Angela’s mouth with her own shirt to prevent her from breathing in the smoke around her, they both walked outside the room to find their way out of that building. Wondering with her eyes, Sera looked to her left and noticed a light coming from a tiny window surrounded by fire. But that wasn’t a problem for her. Moving her feet towards the window, she moved the flames to the side making a tiny path for her and Angela to walk through. Once close to it, she lifted her other hand that wasn’t holding her friend and as she felt the burning on her palm, she moved it with speed and threw a ball of fire to break the glass and finally, leave the burning building behind.
“C’mon, watch your step.” Sera said as Angela was carefully jumping the window and dropping to the other side.
Trees on fire and more smoke was the only thing Sera noticed the moment her shoes touched the grass. She looked around and realised the where both in the middle of the forest, there was nothing else than trees and bushes around them. But getting away from the fire to keep Angela safe was the only thing Sera wanted to do, so without waiting another second, Sera wrapped Angela’s arm around her shoulders once again and started to walk away, leaving pieces of smoke behind her.
“Wow, ok, so let me get this straight.” Angela started saying with her heavy breathing as they were both carefully walking besides the tall trees. “You have super powers. You can control fire and explode things... am I right?”
“And other things, but yes.”
“Alright! Cool, cool, cool, cool. That’s just... oh my god, that’s wild Sera! All this time since I’ve known you?” Sera nodded. “What the fuck?!” She yelled but then regretted it since a strong pain appeared on her stomach. “Fuck. I mean,” she said softly “you, fire, that’s crazy! And that man? What’s your story with him? Did you work with him? Is he bad? Angela, of course he’s bad! He trapped you for days to get to Sera! Of course! So, ok, Sera equals super powers. Then bad guy takes me to find Sera and make her do shit that’s bad. Ok, I got it. Then, Sera, a badass, explodes the entire building so we can escape. Sounds good?”
“You know, for being trapped in a horrible room for days you do have the energy to talk a lot.” Sera said and then soon heard Angela let out a tiny laugh, which lead to Sera’s chest fill with relief since her friend was alright and it was starting to hit her.
“Yeah. I mean if you just found your roommate for almost a year has super powers, you would too!”
Sera let out a tiny laugh but then quickly shook her head. “It’s not that amazing.”
“Sera! Are you kidding me, of course it is! You made an entire building blow up! Ouch- fuck.”
“Are you alright?” Sera asked once she looked to her friend, noticing her hand on her stomach. “We can stop if you want.”
“No, we need to get out of here. I trust you and your amazing powers, but those assholes can come after us any minute. C’mon.”
After feeling like they’ve been walking for long minutes, Sera and Angela both smiled when they started to hear the sound of cars moving along on the road. But the moment Sera moved her foot to keep walking, the sound of people walking behind them made her turn around with speed and fill her hands with fire and her dark eyes to turn red.
“Sera! It’s us!”
“Bucky?” She asked making her hands go back to normal as well as her eyes. Once she locked her sight with Bucky’s, a wave of safeness ran through her body.
“And you have hot friends too?!” Angela asked in a loud whisper by her side making her let out a tiny laugh and erase the feeling Bucky just gave her, saving it in a little box along with the others.
“Sam. How did you find me?”
“That’s a long story for later, now we need to get the hell out of here because-” Sam was saying but then the sound of a group of people running towards them cut him off. Turning around, they all noticed the men with weapons ready to fight them all. Sera took of Angela’s arm and walked closer to Sam, before he turned around to look at her once again “well, because those douche bags were following us.”
“Sam, Bucky, you need to take Angela to the car and keep her safe. Leave and don’t look back, I got this.” Before Sam could let out a word, Sera talked again “C’mon, you know better than anyone I can handle it.”
Sam took a second but then nodded, taking Angela’s arm and turning around, ready to follow what Sera told her.
“I’m not leaving you.” Bucky said walking in front of her. “I’m not going to let you do this alone.”
“Bucky, go!” She tried to push him by touching his chest, but barely moving Bucky turned to the men walking towards them and ignored the angry Sera by his side. “Bucky.”
“I’m not leaving without you, Sera.” His firm tone made her realise he wasn’t going to change his mind and having no more time left, she let out a big angry sigh and turned to the side ready to face the fight coming her way. With her eyes, she counted the amount of men in front of her and as soon as the number ‘15’ appeared on her mind, she turned to Bucky and whispered “Regret staying now?” But got no response, he just tilted his head to crack his neck and moved his metal arm, preparing his body to help Sera and end that fight once and for all.
From the moment that the first shot was fired and Sera stopped it, neither of them stopped moving. Sera moving her hands left and right, filling their surroundings with flames, destroying or exploding the weapons along side the men holding them. Bucky, with his quick feet would make his way towards each men by the right side, avoiding balls of fire and using his strength to take every guy to the floor by only one punch. Soon after, they both find themselves with three guys left.
Feeling Bucky by his side, Sera locked eyes with him and nodded when Bucky grabbed the knife from his back pocket and quickly moving it between his fingers. Lifting her hand towards Bucky, she carefully lit up her fingers and as soon as Bucky’s knife left his hand, she took full control of it and moved it towards the men with the intention to hit three of them at the same time. And just like she wanted, as the fire was leaving her hand she moved the knife and with a quick move of her wrist she saw how the tiny metal object hit one, then another one, and final, the other men lined in front her, taking them all to the ground in less than three seconds.
“Good throw.” Bucky said while nodding with approval which lead to Sera just shrugging her shoulders and letting out a tiny smile.
“I had a little bit of help.”
“A little bit?” Bucky said offended, but that little banter didn’t last long since Sera felt that electric feeling against her skin and soon faced forward to see the big ball of fire going with speed towards her.
Before she could lift her hands to stop it, a big yell coming from Bucky’s mouth hit her ears making her turn around with worry. But what she feared to see didn’t happen, instead, a quick Bucky was now in front of her seconds away to get hit by the fire flying ready to burn him.
Everything after that turned like a slow motion movie for both of them. The flames hitting his skin and the pain on his face made her eyes widen and get watery at the sight of it. As fast as her feet could allow her, she moved towards him and quickly placed herself in front of him immediately feeling the fire hitting her skin in every single place of her body. She touched his shoulder and closed her eyes with strength, ready to do one of the hardest thing she ever learned to do.
Bucky as soon as he felt the burning sensation against him, he closed his eyes with clenched teeth feeling the strong pain now growing on his body. Not being able to bare it anymore, he let out a loud scream in pain but soon after, like a quick wave of water had hit him, he suddenly stopped feeling that irritating pain. Opening his to see what was happening, he met hers. Her red eyes were staring at his while tears were dripping down her cheeks. Her hair was moving around her uncomfortably as her glowing skin was making her body shine.
From the corner of his eyes Bucky noticed the fire still going around him, but he wasn’t burning. His eyes were still glued to hers trying to understand what she was doing, he suddenly felt how her fingers on his free hand started to tingle so he looked down to find his skin... glowing. Just like Sera, his skin started to glow the same color as the fire around them. The tingle feeling was now all over his body expect on his metal arm which seemed to be the only thing that didn’t change since the fire hit him.
Looking back to Sera, the moment that they both stared at each other was when a strange feeling appeared on their insides. It felt like they were connecting, he felt like he could read all of her thoughts as she could read his. A second later, Sera moved her hand to Bucky’s cheek and pressed her palm with strength agains his skin to feel every single part of him on her.
Their hearts felt like they were beating as one with the same rhythm, their veins were twisting together like cables as their blood were mixing to become just one. Those feelings felt so strange but real at the same time. Their glowing bodies were becoming one as the fire that had went inside Bucky was slowly flying out. Suddenly, like the slow movie that was happening they both felt everything come undone when Sera lifted her hands and let the explosion that was building inside her body finally come out.
Once the noise was gone and there was nothing but silence surrounding them, they both opened their eyes to find themselves lying on the floor with smoke trying to get inside their bodies. Their eyes locked as their heavy breathing was moving their chest up and down.
Bucky felt so confused at what just happened that he sat down and stared at his surroundings noticing nothing but fire around him. Going back to Sera, he saw how her body was going back to normal and her red eyes were turning dark once again. She knew what just happened and he couldn’t wait to ask her, but nothing seem to want to go out their mouths.
Their connection was all they could think about. The way their bodies became one and everything they felt. Even if Bucky was confused and had no idea what just happened, he knew one thing: that was definitely not a nothing.
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Chapter 44 // Ghost Resurfaces
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That man was the only one that he had gotten a good look at. And his face was seared into his memory. His eyes were almost glowing yellow, the sneer on his lips making him look...unhinged.
Bucky slammed his back against a wall, bracing himself against it to hold himself up. A headache was scorching behind his eyes. The pain was almost unbearable as he returned himself to the fray.
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Legacy Pt. 5: Stay in Character
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four
A/N: Hey y’all! I hope you’ve had a great week! Sorry for the large gap between these few parts. I have been swamped on schoolwork because of AP exams coming up. I do not own any of these characters except (y/n)! Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!
Summary: Zemo has one plan to get to the source of the serum in Madripoor; the winter soldier. After a fiasco in low-town, the three of you run into an old ally who is willing to help you in your mission.
Warnings: mentions of blood, typical cannon violence, angst, some fluff
(y/n) - your name
(y/l/n) - your last name
(y/n/n) - your nickname
(y/h/c) - your hair color
Italics - flashbacks
As I was slowly waking up, I hear the words I never wanted to hear; “James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.” Suddenly wide awake, I shoot up out of my chair.
“No! Absolutely not! Bucky, you’re not him anymore!”
“Hey, take it easy, (y/n/n). You’re still hurt.” Bucky says softly. “As much as I hate it too, it’s the only way, doll.”
“You’re serious? James, come on! This is the same Zemo who made you fight all of us in 2016!”
Bucky stands up from his chair and walks towards me, gently grabbing my uninjured arm. He leads me away from the cabin and into the small kitchen where we could have some privacy. To my surprise, he immediately envelopes me into a hug, careful of my injuries.
Burying my face in his shoulder, I quietly ask, “Bucky, how are you actually feeling about this?
“I’m okay.” I know he’s lying because I can physically feel him tense up at the question.
“I’m terrified, (y/n). The last time I was him, I fought you, Steve, and the other Avengers.....I know I just have to act like him, but it just brings me back there.”
I pull away so I can look him in the eyes. “You didn’t have a choice then, but you do now. You’re finally in a good place. Please don’t do this Buck.”
“I hate this, but I have to. It’s the only way to find out where the serum is coming from.”
I sigh, stepping back from him to lean against the counter. “If I can’t change your mind, I’m coming with you.”
His expression hardened. “No. Absolutely not. You’re still hurt. You still have to wear a sling and have a cast on your hand!”
To make a point, I quickly take my arm out of my sling before he could stop me.
“Damn it, (y/n)!”
“See?” I move my arm around in a circle, biting back a groan because of the pain radiating from my bicep. “I’m fine!”
“You’re so damn stubborn!” He huffs before storming out of the room.
I can’t believe he’s actually going this, and I really don’t know why he’s trusting Zemo. I can’t help but think back to Berlin and all the problems surrounding our “Civil War.”
Zemo’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts. “James has informed me that you are going to be accompanying us to Madripoor. Here is your attire for the mission.” I take the dress he was holding out to me and hold it up to my figure.
“It doesn’t leave much to imagination, does it?”
“You will have to play as Smiling Tiger’s date. Sam will be playing him and James and I will be playing as ourselves.”
Scoffing at the fact Zemo thinks Bucky is only the Winter Soldier, I turn and walk into the bathroom to get changed.
The dress is upper thigh length, form fitting, dark green, and completely covered in sequins. It has a plunging neckline that makes me very self conscious of my physique. As I’m looking in the mirror, my mind wanders to the last time I got dressed up like this. Nat and I had went out for a girls night just a few weeks before the tragic mission in Lagos. She always had told me that I had to be willing to go out of my comfort zone for missions and just everyday life. Our current situation definitely qualifies as out of my comfort zone.
With every movement of my arm, it sent sharp pains through my bicep. I sneak into the kitchen and take more pain medicine without anyone else seeing, then go back to the bathroom. When I was almost done fixing my hair and makeup, I hear a knock on the door.
“Here are some shoes.” It was Bucky. I can tell he is still angry at me but I really don’t care. There’s no way I would let him go anywhere with Zemo without me, even if Sam was there.
“Thanks.” I open the door and grab the shoes as I walk past him. He grabs my uninjured hand, stopping my movement. I turn towards him and I was not expecting the look I got from him. It was like his anger had faded away as soon as he saw me.
“Wow. You look so beautiful, doll. I really like that on you.” His warmth filled eyes roamed my body and lingered where the dress was tightest on my curves. That was when I noticed the uniform he was wearing. It was very similar to the actual Winter Soldier vest that Bucky wore in D.C.
“Thanks James. I wish I could say I like yours.”
“I know. I don’t like it either.....look, I’m sorry about earlier. I just don’t want you getting hurt again.”
I nod as I sit on the seat to look at the heels he gave me. They were four inch black block heels with ankle straps. Surprisingly, they fit me perfect. Standing up, I pull the dress down, trying to cover as much exposed skin as I can.
Bucky looked like he was about to say something but stopped at the sight of Sam walking in the room. I look over to him and immediately start laughing. He was wearing a dark red suit with yellow circles and all types of decorations.
Looking to over to Bucky, I continue to laugh as a smile cracks on his face.
“Shut up, (y/l/n).”
Zemo walks in. “Time to go.”
Bucky and I haven’t said much to each other since his apology. We’re currently walking on a bridge, making our way to Madripoor.
“We have to do something about this. I'm the only one who looks like a pimp.” Sam complains.
“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward Black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man you're supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.” My eyes widen and a laugh threatens to leave my lips at Zemo’s words.
“He even has a bad nickname.” Zemo leans over and shows Sam a picture of Smiling Tiger on his phone. “Hell, he does look like me, though.
As I take a deep breath, my nose burns from some horrid scent. “You smell this?”
“Yeah, what is that? Acid?”
A car approaches us and stops about 10 feet ahead of us. As we all walk towards the car, Zemo starts talking again.
“Madripoor. No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There's no margin for error. High Town's that way. Not a bad place if you wanna visit, but Low Town's the other way.”
Bucky opens his mouth for the first time in a while. “Let me guess. We don't have any friends in High Town.”
He gets no response as Zemo gets into the car and waits for the rest of us to get in. Bucky opens the door for me and gently grabs my hand.
“Please be careful. And know I’m sorry for whatever I may have to do.”
“Always, James.” I lean up and kiss him on the cheek before getting in the car, where he gets in next to me.
Arriving in the club, I could practically feel every man’s eyes on me. It made me feel so objectified, and Sam caught onto this. He pulled me closer to him by my waist and whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” into my ear. Looking over at Bucky, I see that it’s hard for him to keep his cool at all of these men looking me up and down. Even though he is frustrated with me, and vice versa, he still is my boyfriend. We make eye contact for a short second and his eyes convey a thousand emotions.
As we’re walking through the club, the people surrounding us start to notice and chatter about who was with us; the Winter Soldier. Finally making it to the bar, a bartender approaches us, looking at Sam.
“Hello, gentlemen.......and lady. Wasn't expecting you, Smiling Tiger.”
Seeing Sam somewhat panic, Zemo saves him. “His plans changed. We have business to do with Selby.”
“What would you like, sweetheart?”
I clear my throat, “Just water please.” He gives me a weird look but hands me a glass.
This time he turns to Sam. “The usual?”
He nods and the bartender turns around and grabs a snake from a jar on a shelf. Sam looks at me with wide eyes as I suppress another laugh. The man cuts into the snake’s stomach, grabs something out of it, and drips
“Ah. Smiling Tiger, your favorite.” Zemo jabs with a smirk.
Looking extremely uncomfortable, Sam picks up his drink. “I love these.”
“Cheers, Conrad.” They clink their glasses together and Zemo drinks his shot straight away. Sam, on the other hand, just puts the glass to his lips. Getting a whiff of the strong stench, he groans, moving it to his eye level.
“Mmm.” He brings it to his lips once again but hesitates on drinking it. With a final, groan, he downs the drink while I just sip my water, trying not to laugh. Bucky subtly nods and looks away with a tiny smirk in order to stop himself from laughing too.
Eyeing Sam suspiciously, the bartender walks away. Immediately, our attention is stolen by a bald man with a bushy beard.
“I got word from on high. You ain't welcome here.”
“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me...” Zemo gestures mover to Bucky.
“New haircut?” The man asks.
Taking a breath, Zemo finishes, “Or bring Selby for a chat.”
With that, the man walks away and I find myself drawing closer and closer to Sam out of fear of what might soon happen. Zemo turns towards Bucky as he grumbles.
“A power broker? Really?”
“Every kingdom needs its king. Let's just pray we stay under his radar.” This is the first time I’ve ever seen Zemo even moderately scared over a potential adversary.
Sensing there was something he wasn’t telling us, I break my silence. “Do you know him?”
“Only by reputation. In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner.”
Within a few seconds of Zemo’s comment, another burly man walks towards us. As soon as the Baron started speaking Russian, I knew what was about to happen, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. The only thing I could do was hold onto Sam and try not to act like it bothered me.
“Зимний солдат. Атака.”
When the man placed his hand on Zemo’s shoulder, Bucky sprang into action, grabbing his hand and clotheslining him. As more men ran towards him, he continued to take them out.
Zemo leaned over to Sam and I, whispering, “Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.”
At his comment, I almost punched him but Sam gripped my waist tighter, warning me not to. As if he felt my blood pressure rising, Bucky ended the fight by slamming a man onto the counter with his hand around the guy’s neck. Suddenly, guns were being cocked all around us and Sam placed a hand on Bucky’s vibranuim arm.
“Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us.” Warns Zemo in a whisper.
He turns to Bucky. “Молодец, солдат.”
The whole bar is silent until the bartender from earlier breaks it. “Selby will see you now.”
Bucky slowly lets go of the wheezing man who then falls onto the floor. He quickly looks over at me with a look I can’t identify except as shame. I wish I could run to him and give him a hug, saying everything is okay. Sadly, we have roles to play.
As Sam and I walk closer to him, Sam asks, “You good?” All James does in response is inhale sharply and nod quickly before walking away. Having enough of the act, I reach out for his hand. I’m quickly stopped by Zemo who gives me a death stare that reads, “Stay in character.” As much as I hate it, he’s right. Taking my place on Sam’s arm, I silently pray nothing else will go wrong in our mission.
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Fireworks: Bucky x Sarah, Chapter 8
I had so much fun writing the next two chapters! I think I’ll post both today, since they really do go together. Happy Saturday!
Sarah heard Sandhurst’s voice in her head when he was ready to enact his plan.
She wrapped her arms around Sam’s neck—with relief more than anything—and they soared out of the wretched prison they’d been in all afternoon.
She was, of course, concerned about what was coming next, but the rush of wind against her sweaty skin was delicious. For a moment, she just closed her eyes and enjoyed it.
Her shirt fluttered and her braids swung. Fresh air!
They soared toward the football stadium where a sign said, “Home of the Cougars.”
She could hear the president speaking, “There are many who might be surprised at what I’m saying. There are many who want to stop this unification. They told me to cancel this event, they told me there’s a psychopath who wants to scare us into retreat. Into submission! But I said no.”
The crowd roared in approval.
“Don’t like this,” Sam murmured.
“He even got ahold of Captain America, but I said no. No terrorist will get the best of me, and he won’t get the best of you!”
Sam’s wings beat against the air as they rocketed over the press box. Bucky! She saw him standing on the roof in black, looking right at them. His hand was to his ear as he spoke.
He bent his knees. Would he jump up to grab them, to stop Sam?
At the last second, he shook his head, looking pained.
Sarah lost sight of him as Sam’s trajectory cut to the left. The only thing higher than the stadium were the huge racks of lights.
Sarah nearly screamed, thinking that Sandhurst was going to crash the two of them straight into the frames and glass and wiring. At the last second, with a burst of height, they swooped over and Sam dropped her.
This time Sarah did scream, but she only fell a few feet before landing hard on her back. There was a small platform with rails for those who needed to service the lights, and her teeth clanked together painfully as she hit.
Her momentum made her roll. She was going to fall again—!
But she was able to grab one of the poles of the railing. She dangled. She tried to get a better grip on the pole with her sweaty right hand. With her left, she grasped the edge of the platform.
Her feet kicked uselessly. Her hands burned. She could tell she didn’t have Sandhurst’s weird power keeping her hands attached. It was all her. If she let go, she would fall.
With a chill, she realized that if Sandhurst made her let go, she would also fall.
A panicked glance down showed that she was still far, far above the stands. Even if the people below wanted to catch her, it would be bad.
But it seemed to be chaos below. A few were pointing up to her. If they were screaming or yelling, she couldn’t tell. Her senses were centered in her hands.
Don’t let go.
Bucky’s heart nearly stopped when Sam dropped Sarah. He was already running the length of the press box as she screamed and nearly fell into the concrete stands far below her. He gauged the distance. His mind highlighted the ledges and angles he could use to get to her.
Sam was diving toward the stage.
Bucky knew, in a back part of his brain, that Sandhurst put Sarah in danger for this very reason. He assumed Bucky would spend valuable minutes ensuring her safety.
He was right.
Bucky jumped off the press box. He ran along the top of the third tier of stands.
But despite the chaotic noise of the crowd, now frightened and in danger of a crushing attempt to flee, he swore he could hear each shot by the secret service men as they began to fire at Sam.
They opened fire as Sam dove toward the stage. Monica was crouched over the president. Sam was using his shield to deflect bullets. Bucky didn’t think he’d been shot yet.
Damn Sandhurst for using Sam this way. For making Bucky choose.
Bucky sprinted along the edge of the curve of the stands until he was finally near the light.
The only comfort, as the firefight continued far below him and the crowd grew more panicked, was that Sam would unequivocally order him to save Sarah first.
Hang on, baby.
Sam fought Sandhurst’s control, but it was like sand in his eyes, like a splinter under a fingernail, like growing pains when he lay in bed as a kid—no matter how you tried, you just couldn’t get a handle on it.
It hurt, it ached, it itched... where the hell was it? It was a slippery clamp on his brain.
His only comfort was that he was unarmed. Sandhurst wasn’t making him fire at the president, or, heaven forbid, at the innocent crowd. Instead, Sandhurst had him swooping toward the stage and sometimes towards the press and nearby stands, but always back towards the president.
Sam’s flight grew jerkier and more perilous the longer it went. Was Sandhurst getting tired? Distracted? Where was he?
Bullets coming at him. Nearly impossible to scan the stadium.
Sam didn’t even realize right away that his hands were free. He was automatically using the shield to protect himself.
The president was still crouched on the stage, a woman huddled over him. Her body seemed to ripple fluidly.
“Get him out of here!” Sam shouted. Could anyone hear him over the din?
Bucky was nearly below Sarah. There were spindly metal rungs on the pole leading to the stadium lights.
He flew up them three at a time.
Didn’t bother to get on top of the platform. Used the poles and edges to go hand over hand to Sarah.
As her right hand slipped...
Bucky grabbed her wrist.
Sarah’s gaze was locked between her feet. The risers below her. This was going to hurt.
Her fingers were nearly numb from exhaustion. Couldn’t grip any tighter.
Her eyes clenched shut.
But instead of a rush and crunching pain, a warm hand locked around her wrist.
Sarah’s head snapped up.
“Hey, Sarah.” Bucky said. He hung from his metal arm, and his real hand was holding onto her. His smile was affectionate, warm.
From adrenaline, from fear, from joy, Sarah laughed. “Good—good timing,” she gasped. She also felt tears on her face.
“I’m good like that,” he grinned. “Okay, I’m going to raise you higher. Hold onto me, best as you can. Then I can swing us to the ladder.”
The muscles in his arms bulged as he raised her up. Sarah wasn’t short or light, but he didn’t seem to struggle. When she could, her free hand reached around his neck, he swung a little, and she wrapped her legs around his. He made sure her hands were locked around his neck, then shifted hand over hand to the ladder.
“Have to admit,” he said, his mouth near her ear, “this isn’t the worst.”
Bucky took them down the ladder as fast as possible. As much as he loved the feeling of Sarah wrapped around him, this wasn’t the moment, and he was horribly aware that Sandhurst might make her swan dive into the parking lot at any second.
At the bottom, with both their feet planted on a safe walkway, she breathed. “Oh, Bucky. I was scared.”
“I know.” Bucky smoothed a hand over her forehead and cheek. “It’s going to be alright.”
Bucky felt her body tense up. Her face froze.
Sandhurst was taking control again.
Bucky winced. “Sorry about this.” She didn’t have time to react before he stabbed the needle through the sleeve of her shirt, into her upper arm.
Her eyes flickered fearfully downward, but in a few seconds, her face relaxed and she slumped into him.
The sedative was fast acting. Sandhurst couldn’t do anything to her when she wasn’t conscious. Jimmy had passed out these quick-inject vials, with the plan to sedate anyone with a disc.
Bucky still wanted to get to Sam, but he had another job. He hoisted Sarah up and ran back toward the press box. “Darcy, I got a disc. I’m bringing it to you. You gotta figure out how to disable these things.”
Jimmy Woo knew when he was outclassed. Monica was protecting the president from stray ricochet bullets. Her body wavered occasionally; the president would be dead from friendly fire if not for her.
Jimmy’s chances of getting to Sam Wilson were slim to none—the man was darting down at them again and again like a bird of prey tearing strips of flesh from a carcass.
The aisles of the stadium were thronged with people. Others were trying to jump downward from row to row, but there were too many people. The tunnels that led out of each section were packed. People were being crushed against walls and railings. Somebody fell from an upper section.
Jimmy hunkered at the foot of the stage. He slithered up onto the stage and nearly into Monica’s arms. “I need this.” He grabbed the microphone headset the president wore and slid it off his head.
Sam whipped by. Jimmy dropped back to the grass field, narrowly avoiding beheading by shield.
He blew in the mic. It was live.
Holding the little wire up to his mouth, knowing this was probably stupid, but determined to try, he yelled, “QUIET!”
His voice echoed over the stadium, but he didn’t give himself time to freak out about it. He began to run—nearly double—toward the nearest edge of the field. “Quiet!” he said again.
The fight still continued, but unless he was much mistaken, the noise from the stands did seem to pause for a moment.
“This is the FBI. We will get everyone out! But a stampede will kill hundreds.” He knew not everyone could possibly hear him, but maybe enough would. “Don’t push. Don’t yell. Look around.”
He tried to remember the instructions he’d read about crowd control. “Look for children. Look for the elderly. Don’t let them fall.”
He knew crowds could be heroic. People were scared, they needed to be reminded. He saw that many other security—FBI, local police, national guard—were trying to direct the flow.
“There are officers near you. Wait your turn. If you’re falling, hold out your hands. If you see hands, pull them up.”
Jimmy climbed the stairs two at a time to the nearest stands where he saw a national guardsman.
Jimmy saw people looking around, shushing those around them.
He saw adults grabbing the hands of kids nearby, the kids who’d been brought for the meet-and-greet with the president.
He saw one man dangling from the highest level of the stands, but at least three people were pulling him back up.
He put the mic wire down. He was panting. The guardsman spared him only a quick glance. “Get back on it,” he snapped. “Keep talking.”
Jimmy took a deep breath.
Bucky got quickly back to the press box where Darcy was set up. He jerked open the glass door and maneuvered in sideways so as not to hit Sarah’s head. It was shockingly cold inside.
Darcy was typing furiously on her keyboard. Only her fingers weren’t quite on the keys. Was she fake typing?
Bucky frowned. “Darcy, can you get the disc off—”
She turned towards him, and he realized he’d missed the only clue he was going to get. Her eyes were panicked.
He was already too close.
She slapped a disc on his good arm, where it was wrapped around Sarah’s shoulders. His arms, full of Sarah...couldn’t block in time.
Sandhurst stepped out of the next room, a bloody bandage wrapped around his leg. “Hello, Mr. Barnes.”
End of Chapter 8
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You're Not My Bucky (Bucky x Reader)
"No no no . . ."
You were running. He's there. You know he's there! You know he's there! He just can't leave you alone, he's always spreading, like a cancer, consuming you and your life and everything you ever cared about . .
Bursting through the upper floor of the Russian Embassy . . . The man he has pinned hits the ground. Every time you show up, you have his full attention. And you wouldn't have it any other way.
"What's wrong Soldier?" You growl. "You look live you've seen a ghost."
You dodge the first knife. Your arms rise as his full weight descends upon you. Drop as he aims for your ribs. He's fast. And strong. And every time you're about to hit, he's blocking and every time you're about to hit, he's dodging. It's like knowing all the steps to a dance you've done a thousand times before. Because he's an insult.
"Give up!" Your shout snaps his concentration for one second long enough. Elbow up like a battering ram. It strikes his jaw with a crack. The twisting kick follows. BANG! As fast as he's down he's up like a yo-yo.
"You aren't the goal," he warns you. Look at how you can take all that gentleness, all that handsome charm that Bucky had, and twist it into something so warped. Something that spits in the face of everything he stood for.
"No," you say. "But I've got your attention on me now. And you better not take it off."
His laugh hits you like shards of glass. "I know you."
"And I knew you. But you're not my Bucky, you're just the thing that killed him."
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Missed Opportunities - Helmut Zemo x Reader | Chapter 2
Here it is! I'm managed to whip up another part to this story. I hope you all enjoy this next bit!
If you missed out on Part 1, it's here.
Word Count: 2300 and some change
Side Note: Obviously, I have taken some liberties with the plot and timeline of TFATWS. So this will be loosely based on the timings of what has happened, but will not be a chronological order of events occurred.
Much love to you, and thank you for the inspiration! And yes, there will be a Part 3 because this was more of a set-up chapter. So hopefully you won't be too disappointed with this one.
As things turned out, your conversation with Bucky and Sam went surprisingly well. Once you were finally able to say your own piece and explain the entire story, a lightbulb seemed to have gone off within both of them.
Sam, of course, was the most understanding, realizing that the reaction Zemo had was surely due to the intense trauma of what happened. He went on to explain; he had seen those types of emotional outbursts between complete strangers who had similar experiences when The Blip happened. They would come into support groups to tell their own stories, once upon a time when the world began trying to make sense of what happened.
He said it was normal. And Sam was right, he's always right. It was a perfectly logical explanation, and those are the things you look for and stood by.
Nothing about Zemo's reaction felt normal. The connection upon seeing him again twisted up your insides and set your nerve endings on fire. None of your previous interactions ever gave you pause like this. No, this was different. Seeing the raw emotion on his face. The intensity of how closely he wrapped you into his body, as if he were trying to consume your entire being. You were held so closely to him, you could felt the beat of his heart, hear the raggedness of his breath, and sense the tremors beneath his fingertips.
Clearly what happened had changed you both. It would be hard not to given the enormity of the event. Again, you tried to think back to your time visiting him over the past couple of years in prison. Was there always a connection between you? Simmering beneath the surface? And The Blip was simply the catalyst to uncovering something hidden? You scoffed. Now you were just entertaining nonsense. Yes, it was emotional, but this was Zemo we're talking about. There's always a reasoning behind his actions, and they're usually executed in ways that only benefit him.
And just like that, logic and sanity had finally returned to you, like a cold bucket of ice water dowsing you over the head.
You remember looking to Bucky after Sam had finished his explanation and acceptance of everything that had transpired. You had sagged in relief noticing he had taken the information in stride and was no long on the defensive. However, in the following days after, you would always catch him now and again eyeing Zemo with some sort of suspicion. You figured with how manipulative the slightly unhinged genius could be, James was simply keeping a watchful eye on him. And why should he? We all should. Zemo was not to be trusted, and yet - deep down, you felt as if you were lying to yourself. That when push came to shove, you could trust him.
And that scared you.
All of you were gathered around the kitchen island discussing tactics on where to locate Karli. Bucky had pitched we should be looking in isolated and abandoned areas, but Sam had different feelings on the subject. He felt they should be looking in more highly populated areas, as he believed they would want to try and blend in with the community like normal citizens.
So of course they start bickering, again.
You wanted to roll your eyes at them in utter exasperation, but held back. Instead you settle for a face palm as you continue to map out possible routes Karli and the Flag-Smasher may travel to stay accessible, but not completely visible to the public eye.
As you were zooming into a particular area that looked promising, you felt the brush of someone's hand against yours to the right of where you were sitting.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who it was. Sam and Bucky were still debating who's idea would bring around to most promising results in the short amount of time we had before Karli decided to strike again.
You peered up at Zemo thinking he was hovering to catch a glimpse of what you were working on, but instead you were surprised to see he had simply poured you a cup of tea and set it next to you.
The brush of the hand was deliberate though. This you knew for a fact. Over the past few days since your little reunion, you noticed Zemo had been silently giving you brief bouts of physical contact. Nothing overtly sexual in nature. In fact, they were quite light and fleeting. Sometimes, it was a brush of his hand against yours, a soft touch at your lower back or the slide of his fingers against a hip as he walked past you.
You weren't quite sure what to make of the actions. They certainly didn't disrupt you, but your body always took immediate notice when he did it.
The chair you were sitting in had swiveled when you went to look at Zemo. You had planned on quietly thanking him, but he had already moved to the opposite side of the island to observe the land markings Sam had drawn up on a paper map.
You gently picked up the tea cup and brought it to your lips. The warmth of the tea emanating from the cup was a balm for your hands. Before taking a sip, you closed your eyes and inhaled the scent of the tea. Ah. Cherry blossom. Apparently, a favorite of his according to James.
When you opened your eyes, Zemo was now watching you. You tilted your head to the side and smiled graciously at him, mouthing a 'Thank you' in reply to his kind gesture.
The corner of his lip twitched up in response to your thanks, nodding back at you. He held his gaze as you took a sip of the tea.
Your eyebrows shot up as you swallowed the tea. It was quite delicious. You pointed to the cup and nodded your head up and down in quick succession to show your appreciation.
You could tell Zemo was holding in a chuckle, but refrained from expressing himself fully. You had narrowed your eyes, and thought about calling him out on it, but ultimately decided against it. Instead you motion your head to Sam and Bucky acknowledging their ridiculousness. Zemo just dismissed them with a, 'What did you expect?' type of look.
Finally you had enough of the two knuckle-heads on the other side of the kitchen and decided to intervene on their behalf otherwise they would never accomplish anything today.
"You guys planning on coming to a conclusion any time soon, or should I start selling tickets to this show?"
James stopped his rant and turned to you, "He started it," pointing his finger at Sam. "Sam just doesn't want to admit that my prospective places have added value that his don't."
"Now wait, that's not entirely true Bucky. I just think -," Sam started in again, but you had cut him off before he could finish.
"For the love of - how old are you two? It amazes me Steve got as much done as he did with you two around," you shook your head in feigned disbelief.
You might have felt bad about your slight outburst, but it was absolutely worth it to witness the sheepish expressions on both Sam and Bucky's faces. You wished you had snapped a picture. Definitely would have made it your new lock screen on your phone.
"If it's okay, I'd actually like to offer a third option," you said, motioning them over with a flourish wave of your hands.
As Sam and Bucky moved over to you, you shifted your eyeline to Zemo, "You too Zemo. Let's get your opinion on this as well since you are a resident to the area and more familiar with its surroundings than we are."
Zemo rose from his place and came to rest at your side, hovering, but not in a suffocating manner.
Even though Zemo had kept a reasonable amount of distance between you, Bucky seemed to show some displeasure as you saw him scoot him a bit out of the way as he tried to put some distance between the two of you.
You bit back a comment in favor of going over what you had discovered and turned to Sam, "I know we want to locate Karli as quickly as possible, but there are too many variables to account for when scouting buildings that they could be hiding out in. I propose we search in hidden pathways that could quickly get the Flag-Smashers in and out of different parts of the city without being readily detected."
"Alright, that does make sense, so what are you suggesting?" Sam tilted his head in agreement before gesturing for you to continue.
"Take a look at this map," you swipe your hand up the computer screen to show a holographic image of an underground rail system.
"Those look like the old track lines from a railway project that was never completed. If I remember correctly, the government abandoned the project when they ran out of money. Most of the tunnels were built, but never quite finished," Zemo interjected.
"Exactly," you turned to him beaming.
You moved your hands animatedly as you were excited by this prospect, "These tunnels travel throughout the entire city. Karli and the rest of the Flag-Smashers can easily maneuver where they need to with these routes. If I were to put money on it, I'd bet you could find their insignias left on the walls of the tunnels below as a potential guide that could -"
"That could lead us straight to their hideout," Zemo finished, smiling with what could be described as something akin to pride, clearly impressed with the astute observation you made.
"I see where you're going with this. You know, you might be onto something. Especially with our truncated time table," Sam chimed in. "Bucky? What do you think?"
You turned your chair around so you could face the three of them fully.
"Yeah, I agree. I think there's a legitimate chance we could find some clues at the very least," Bucky replied, leaning in over your left shoulder to get a closer look at the image.
Memorizing it most likely.
"If I may suggest, here?" Zemo said, pointing to a location not far from them.
You saw Sam and Bucky turn to each and nod in agreement of the starting point.
"That's good. It's also close to one of the last places we spotted Karli, so it makes sense to check it out first before branching off somewhere deeper," Sam assented.
You turn back around and start typing on the keyboard. A few moments later a ping erupted from everyone's phone.
"I sent the map to all of us, so we each have a copy," you stated.
You closed the laptop and hopped off the chair you had been sitting in, packing your stuff up into your backpack off to the side.
"Whoa. Whoa. What are you doing?" Bucky said, placing his vibranium arm on your shoulder to pause your movements.
"Getting ready to go?" you questioned slowly, as if your actions weren't obvious.
"You're not coming with us," James stated sternly.
You turned to look at Sam.
"Listen, Bucky's right," Sam answered. You saw him hold his hands up in the air and shrug before placing a hand on your shoulder before continuing, "I know, it's a shocker, having Buck and I agree on something - but when it comes to your safety, we both feel the same."
You chewed on your inner cheek, knowing this was going to most likely be a losing battle. You pursed your lips, closed your eyes slowly, and sighed before lolling your head to the side in defeat.
Sam grinned knowing he won and dropped his hand from your shoulder, as he left the kitchen to go get his gear.
Bucky came up from behind you and gave you a quick hug and kiss on the head.
"Thank you," James murmured before moving to the door.
"You can't fault them for caring," Zemo said, voice carrying softly through the air.
You pivoted around to where Zemo was, watching him adjust his holsters and making a move for his coat.
"I know," you begrudgingly admit.
Zemo put on his coat and walked over to stand in front of you.
"It may not be completely dangerous, but there's always a chance, and it's not one your friends are willing to take with you," Zemo stated.
You drop your head slightly to stare at the floor. He was right. Sam and Bucky just wanted to look out for you, but that doesn't mean you couldn't be helpful down there. You do know some self defense. You spent 10 years around Steve and various Avengers over time, it's not like you weren't going to pick anything up.
"Zemo let's go," Sam said briskly, as he walked past them to meet Bucky at the front door.
You lifted your head up and saw Zemo give a curt nod to Sam before focusing his attention back on you.
Zemo started to walk by you, but paused to lean into, grabbing your wrist to gently rub his thumb over your pulse point and whisper, "And neither am I."
With that, he abruptly walked off to join Sam and James.
Your wrist was tingling with sensation even after Zemo had left your side.
Before they all left, you managed lean over the island to strangle out, "Please play nice with each other and come back in one piece!"
You could hear the huffs of laughter as they left and the door clicked shut behind them.
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a little sneak peak of tonight’s chapter: fire is catching 👀
“I’m not leaving you.” Bucky said walking in front of her. “I’m not going to let you do this alone.”
“Bucky, go!” She tried to push him by touching his chest, but barely moving Bucky turned to the men walking towards them and ignored the angry Sera by his side. “Bucky.”
“I’m not leaving without you, Sera.” His firm tone made her realise he wasn’t going to change his mind and having no more time left, she let out a big angry sigh and turned to the side ready to face the fight coming her way. With her eyes, she counted the amount of men in front of her and as soon as the number ‘15’ appeared on her mind, she turned to Bucky and whispered “Regret staying now?” But got no response, he just tilted his head to crack his neck and moved his metal arm, preparing his body to help Sera and end that fight once and for all.
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Small spaces | Helmut Zemo
Requested by anon
Warnings: Reader and Zemo trapped in a small space.
This wasn't ideal. Being stuck wasn't ideal. Being stuck in a tight space with Zemo was the least ideal thing in the world. Yet, here you were.
Why he followed you, you had no idea. It would been alright if you were on your own, but Zemo had joined you and now you were both stuck.
There wasn't any room to move. Anyway you tried, you just rubbed against him. You were so self conscious of what you were touching. There just wasn't much you could do.
Zemo hadn't said anything since being trapped in here with you. He just watched the way you tried to distance yourself from him, no matter how useless that was.
He was resisting showing you how amusing he found all of this.
For him, this could have been so much worse. What you didn't know was how much Zemo adores you. He saw this more as an opportunity to talk to you. Quite often, you had been rather shy around him.
Realising there wasn't much you could do, you look off to the side. Anywhere was better than his eyes. Every time he looked at you, it was like he was looking into your soul.
He purposely moved ever so slightly, causing his chest to move against your own.
You inhaled sharply.
"We could be in here a while."
You don't say anything in response. You have no idea what to say to him. Nothing is going to help your situation.
You would just have to wait for Sam or Bucky to realise neither one of you had turned up at the meeting spot. Maybe they should think Zemo had done something and save you twice as quickly.
You could only hope.
His hand brushes against yours as moves again. You know he's doing this on purpose, but you don't know why. Your fingers twitch from the belief contact.
He was pleased with the reaction.
You leaned back against the wall as far as you could, but there was no where to go. There was no way to put distance between you and him.
"Do I intimidate you?"
You bite the inside of your cheek. Answering him will lead to talking to him, which will probably satisfy him.
"I'll take that as a yes."
You take a deep breath, still avoiding his eyes.
Zemo sighs softly and looks down. There's just enough space to sit, but if you sat too, it would have to be on his lap for ultimate comfort. He grabs your arms gently and moves you around until he can sit down. This is the first time you've looked at him, though confused.
He looks up at you with a smile.
"Might as well get comfortable." He holds his arms open. You stare, still confused. He beckons you with his fingers.
"Are you serious?" You ask, not sure what he's getting at.
"Ah, so you do have a voice," he teases you.
"I'm not sitting on your lap."
"Well your choices are sit and wait with me, or stand."
You sigh and turn around, crossing your arms over your chest. You lower yourself into waiting arms. You shiver involuntary as his arms snake around you. He adjusts until a better position and you find yourself leaning against him.
His face was next to your ear.
"Do I frighten you?" He asks, almost whispering.
You look down at your hands which were now resting on your lap.
"A little bit."
He smiles, it's a gentle smile, but you don't see it.
"I apologise. You have nothing to fear, not really. I am not a threat to you."
"Doesn't make you any less dangerous."
He chuckles softly, shrugging.
"Perhaps we look can past that for a while. I'm rather fond of you."
"Fond of me?" You turn your head slightly to glance back at him. He's smiling at you.
"Yes. I've seen how hard you've been working, helping Sam and James. They don't seem to praise you for your hard work, though. Does that not upset you?"
"Not really. I don't do this expecting praises," you shrug.
"Well, allow me to share some."
You don't say anything, but he takes that as a sign to go ahead. He smiles, hoping you won't think him a fool for this.
"I must say I'm impressed with your skills. The way you've handled yourself thus far has been rather amazing. I've seen you town between Sam and James' small fall outs, it feels unfair that you are stuck in the middle sometimes. You shouldn't have to choose between your friends. Ah, let's not forget the way you stand up for yourself in front of Walker. You certainly put him in his place." Zemo chuckles a little bit.
Your head tilted down, he can only assume you're blushing. He can't see the way you're biting at you bottom lip and clenching at your trousers in slight embarrassment.
"You've been paying a lot of attention to me."
"Yes, I have. Like I said, I'm fond of you."
Silence falls between you both. You're not sure what to do, but you shuffle a little so you can look at him. He looks rather pleased when he gets to look at you.
"Ah, am I the cause of your pink ears."
You try to hide away again, but because of your new position, you have nowhere to hide. He lets out a little laughter as he looks at you.
"You've been a joy to be around."
The arms wrapped around you tighten a little. It's like a little hug. Whether he did that on purpose or not, you have no idea, but you kind of liked it.
You can't help but wonder how long it's been since he had anyone this close to him before. He was locked up for many years.
You glance at him.
His gaze is still on you.
"Why did you follow me in here? I was just looking felt any hiding spots the Flag Smashers might have used. I didn't mean to get stuck in here."
"I was keeping an eye on you. You do realise they are super soldiers, yes?"
"As skillfull as you are, would you be able to handle them on your own? If you had found them, they could have cornered you."
"You willingly followed me just in case?"
"Yes," he confirms.
You look at him, trying to read his expression, but he gives nothing away. He just looks at you right back.
"What's on your mind?" He asks, curiously.
"Maybe, just maybe, we could be friends."
He smiles again.
"I would like that very much."
It would be a good start. He would very much like to be your friend. Heaven knows he doesn't have many of those any more.
You could hear faint voices outside. It was definitely Sam and Bucky. You went to get up, but Zemo's arms stopped you from moving.
You looked at him confused. He looked back amused.
The door shifted, after some struggle, and Bucky appeared in front of you. He stopped to stare at the pair of you.
"What's happening here?"
You were blushing again. You had no escape.
"We have become acquainted," Zemo tried to make it sound innocent, but Bucky wasn't having it.
Bucky reaches for you. Zemo let's go of you and watches you go. Bucky glares at him before he follows you out.
Zemo laughs to himself and exits the little room. He catches your gaze and winks at you. You turn away, bashful.
He wasn't going to let Sam and Bucky ruin this little bud in bloom.
He certainly won't stop teasing you.
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