#winter soldier x you
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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| 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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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: Part Five
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, minor character death, 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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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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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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Yandere Bucky Barnes Having A Crush On A Reader That Was A Hydra Captive
Mentions of depression, punishment, violence, Yandere elements, anger, obsession, or isolation. NONE of the violent or invasive acts depicted in this work should be done or encouraged in real life. I don’t personally condone or support Yandere/dark behavior in real life. Don’t read ahead if these topics make you uncomfortable.
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As horrible as it sounds, Bucky is grateful that there’s finally someone besides Natasha who has gone through what he has.
Shield decides that having Bucky and Sam slowly integrate you into the modern world is a good idea for that exact reason.
Bucky isn’t much of a talker, but he definitely makes an effort when it comes to you.
It’s all about the little things in Bucky’s opinion. He’ll leave suggestions of you sensory friendly locations to visit, books, and little trinkets that he thinks you might like.
Once he really gets to know you, he’ll even offer to accompany you.
Bucky becomes extremely protective over you even though he knows you don’t need much protection.
Honestly, you might not even notice his fondness for you until you overhear Sam teasing Bucky about you two liking each other.
Bucky will continue to pursue you at his own pace though.
However, he starts becoming slightly more open about his feelings for you.
Going to Sam for love advice definitely becomes common for Bucky.
One day, Bucky asks you to go on a trip with him.
He’ll take you to Coney Island. Bucky hasn’t been there since before he knew what Hydra was — before he changed.
It’s only fitting that he takes you there and explains how Hydra affected him, but how your company has started to slowly change him again… for the better this time.
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I like you a latte
slow ‘n steady*
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Chapter 44 // Ghost Resurfaces
Dropping Sunday, May 9 @ 12:00am MDT
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Come Home To Me Part 4
Marvel - A Sam Wilson Imagine
Sam Wilson x Female Reader, 1.1K Words
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TW: panic attack
"Come on, Sam. You're not going to hurt me," you protested.
"It's like a dance, baby. You can't rush right into the performance. It takes several weeks, even months to build up to that point," Sam grinned. "Try again."
You huffed, but clenched your fist and went right for his splayed palm. You were tired of hitting his hands. You wanted to do something fun.
"Again," he said.
This time when you went for the punch, he grabbed your fist and twisted your wrist painfully.
"Ow. What was that for?" you whined. He didn't release you, just untwisted you and pulled you to his chest.
"You're too slow. You're giving the other person the advantage," his words were low and breathy in your ear and you couldn't help the contagious smile you gave him. "Let's take a break. You've improved a lot."
"How do I get faster?" you asked curiously. It seemed there was only so much movement you could put into the swing. You swung into the air just to test the theory.
Sam chuckled. You were a funny girl. "It's just going to take practice. I think when we start adding some steps it'll become more reflexive."
You turned and wrapped your arms around him. He hugged you tight.
"Thank you for helping me. I know you're busy."
"Never too busy for you," he said. "Ready to go to DC tomorrow?"
You shrugged, "This place has grown on me, but I'd never want to be anywhere you weren't."
Sam cupped your cheeks, running his thumb along your skin soothingly. You were so sweet. "We'll be back soon. You could just stay. I know you want to be with me, but remember, I'm going on a mission and will be away for a few days."
You sighed. The past few days had been blissful, but he was Captain America after all. "I just want to spend as much time with you as possible," you said earnestly, covering his hands with your own.
He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. You weren't expecting the kiss, but it didn't stop the hammering of your heart and the butterflies in your stomach. This man truly was your everything, not that you had much to begin with..
He pulled away, brushing his lips against your forehead and pulling you tighter.
"I have never seen DC before," you mumbled into his chest.
"There's a lot to see, that's for sure."
The one thing Sam didn't know about you was your reoccurring nightmares. The few nights you had been in Louisiana, you had slept alone. He had enough to worry about, and you didn't see any reason to tell him. There wasn't anything that could be done either way.
You had to be up bright and early to travel, but everytime you got far enough in sleep, you were jolted awake.
You pushed your sweaty hair out of your face, glancing at the clock that only said two am.
You reached for the lamp, your hand brushing the cool metal knob of the bedside table in the darkness. You felt your chest tighten.
You squeezed your eyes shut, willingly away the dark images that flashed in your mind.
Your ears began to ring as your breath picked up erratically.
You did your best to calm yourself down. You were just overreacting because of your nightmare.
The lights to your bedroom were turned on and you squinted harshly to adjust to the bright light.
You couldn't focus enough, not with the pounding of your head and chest, but Sam was in front of you, and you had never been so relieved to see him.
He was saying something you couldn't hear, but his soothing touch was grounding you.
You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
"It's okay. You're fine," he soothed.
"I-" you swallowed thickly, "I didn't mean to wake you."
Sam chuckled slightly, running his hand up and down your arm. "You wake me up every night. I know you don't want my help, or want to talk about it."
You reached for him, holding your arms out like a child, and he lifted you into his lap.
You curled your arms around his, placing your face in his neck. "I hate bothering you," you mumbled.
"You don't have to do that tough girl shit with me, Y/N. I care about you. It's not healthy to pretend like nothing happened."
You sighed. You knew that, but you preferred pushing it out of your mind. You yawned and snuggled closer to Sam's warm chest.
"This was more than a nightmare. This was a panic attack. What happened?"
"I reached for the lamp, but grabbed the metal knob on the drawer instead. I was on a metal table in my dream." You rushed to get the words out.
Sam rubbed your back, kissing your forehead. He was still aware you didn't want to talk, but he hoped you would get more comfortable with him. "We only have a few hours before we are supposed to leave. How about we lay down for a bit?"
"Sam," you pulled back. "I might have another nightmare. Why don't you just sleep in the other room? You do have to drive quite a bit."
"So sweet," Sam grinned. "I'd rather just stay with you. Do you think you're the only one with nightmares?"
You moved off his lap and he stood up.
"Wait, I thought you were staying," you said confused, scooting back to get under the blankets.
"I'm just turning off the light, baby. I thought you didn't want me to stay," he teased.
You didn't know what to say, so you waited patiently for him to return. Your eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness, and you were not prepared for him to jump onto the bed, barely missing you.
"Sam!" you yelled with a laugh as the mattress threatened to toss you. The headboard definitely damaged the wall.
He pulled you from the edge of the mattress and to his side. He was happy he made you laugh, successfully easing your mind before you tried to sleep again.
"Don't fall now," he laughed, fixing the blankets so you were covered once more.
You reached for him in the darkness, feeling his smooth skin.
"Hey, where did your shirt go?" you giggled, rubbing his back much like he had yours.
"Don't worry about it," he mumbled, already sounding like he was asleep. "Night."
"Night," you repeated, closing your eyes and drifting into the best sleep of your life.
A/N: Sorry for the delay. Finals week and moving home kicked my butt. :) Hope you enjoyed. I'll be wrapping this up soon.
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ascendance - 02
PAIRING: mob!bucky barnes x reader
WARNINGS: violence, dark themes, murder, bleeding, kidnapping, age gap (reader is 23, bucky is 37)
A/N: i am gonna try using the commas as dialogue markers for this work as i’ve gotten a few complaints about my love of the -, so i’m giving it a trial run. don’t be alarmed by it. hope you enjoy it xx
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Her head was pounding and felt as if some unseen force was squeezing her skull, causing her head to hurt even further but she daren’t open her eyes. She could open them, she was conscious enough to know she could open then but she had them squeezed shut, afraid of what awaited her once she did so. From her senses, she knew she was laying against stone, cold stone and she could hear water drops falling onto the surface, still she daren’t open her eyes. This was all a nightmare, just a nightmare that she was going to wake up from in her very tiny, over expensive, way older New York flat in front of the weirdest scenery someone could have.
The footsteps had her forcefully open her eyes as she scrambled backwards, back hitting a cold wall as her blurry eyes focused on the room. It was dark, almost like a basement yet she couldn’t exactly make it up. The beads of her dress had left marks on her skin yet somehow her wig was still in place. She didn’t know where she was and she hoped this was a really bad joke they played on newcomers. That’s it, a joke. It was just a joke, just hazing on the new kid. She’d gone through hazing a newcomer teasing in old companies, that’s just what it was. Don’t think of the worse, don’t of the worse.
Along with the echoing water drops falling onto the stone floor underwear, echoes of sleeps from above the ceiling started to become the main sound. She curled into a ball, fingers digging into her own skin as she hoped to wake up from this nightmare-like situation she was in. Suddenly, voice and steps was all she could hear, the water drops being drown up by those sounds until the door slammed open.
“WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS BILLY, HUH” a thick bronx accent was now the only thing that filled the room and she daren’t open her eyes, instead remaining scared on the floor. "DOES THIS FUCKING LOOK LIKE A 40 YEAR OLD WOMAN TO YOU?”
“I, I’m sorry, boss. She was in the dressing room and I thought it was her, I could see her face." she peaked her eyes open, still laying down on the floor, the same floor where four men stood looking down at her. She could barely make out all of their faces, probably a result of fear and adrenaline overpowering her brain yet she could make up one face. One face standing at the right end, with glossy eyes which appeared to be staring nowhere, was familiar to her. "It was a mistake, I’m sorry ... I ... I can go back.”
“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, BILLY?” the man who had been yelling before hand, pulled his hand over his own face. “Soldat.”
“He’s a kid, John.” the man who she had spoken with before but whose name she still didn’t know said in a low, tired voice.
"A kid? Well, what the fuck are we gonna do with THAT FUCKING KID THEN?” the John person pointed at her and she almost stumbled back but her body couldn’t move. She knew she could move her body but she seemed paralysed. Her mind was rushing miles and miles an hour but her body was frozen into place. "Tommy, I expected better from you.”
"I thought he had the right chick.” said the man who still hadn’t spoken, shrugging.
The mood seemed to shift with that sentence alone, the carelessness of it turning the room bitter and colder than it already was. John’s jaw tightened, constricted muscles as he looked over to the only familiar man in the room with decisive eyes. The man was almost mechanical, grabbing the revolver stuck to his hip in his right hand before his eyes settled on her. Her heart seemed to stop beating, waves of cold shivers washing all over her as she prepared herself for the worse. However, his gaze darted to the side and hers follow and then ... bang. A thump onto the floor followed by silence and as she looked back to where her gaze had been stuck so, she saw Tommy laid on the ground, gunshot to the head, blood staining his dirty blonde hair, the same blood which had slightly splattered onto her face which merely seemed to further paralyse her.
“Get rid of her. Last thing I need is another loose thread.” John took a handkerchief from his pocket, cleaning whatever blood had splattered onto him as if it were merely water and not the substance which had kept the man who now lied dead on the ground alive.
“She might be valuable.” he still held his gun in hand, seemingly unbothered by what had just happened. What kind of monster does that? “She might know people”
“What do you do?” John turned to her, talking down as if she were a child. She looked around, not entirely sure if she could even manage to make any words come out of her mouth. Her gaze once against settled on the familiar man who mouthed something to her. Lie.
"L-lyric soprano.” she wasn’t lying per say but she knew no chorus girl was valuable and if she wasn’t valuable, her faith was laying on the ground. If she survives, maybe someone can find her, maybe she can run away.
"It’s the New York Opera. The police are gonna be insane running after her and we can use her as a get out of jail free card. Almost like an expensive painting”
John looked her up and down, biting the inside of his cheek and pondering his options but Y/N couldn’t stare or even look at him. Her eyes were instead focused on the gun still being held by the unnamed man, the same gun which had any time could go off and while her hopeful side was willing to survive and get out, the other part of her wondered if it would be a kinder faith.
"Fucking clean this up, Billy.” John sighed before leaving the the room.
She curled up, body shivering as she could wear the body being pulled up the stairs before the door was closed, leaving her alone in the room. Time went by slowly or at least it felt slow to her yet she couldn’t do anything, all she could do is be trapped in her own panic as what once felt like a start became a dead end. Even once she could get up to try and find any creaks and cracks, anything which would translate into an escape option, a sudden wave of disappointment, betrayal and hopelessness would bring her back down and almost pin her to the now blood stained ground. All she could do was look at the ceiling, silent tears rushing down her face and she was back to being paralysed on the ground, the beads of her costume pinching and bruising her skin.
The door opened a few times in a time space which she couldn’t really pinpoint yet she didn’t look at the door, she merely looked at the ceiling trying to imagine that she was somewhere else. Trying she imagine she was anywhere else, anywhere but else in the dark, by her self with dried tears in the corner of her eyes and cheeks, mixing with the dried blood on her cheeks she didn’t have the strength to wipe away while it was fresh. The paralysis soon enough was replaced by numbness as her body shut down, preferring to be asleep than awake as if she was going to wake up in her flat.
Bucky closed the door for what felt like the fifth time, eyeing the untouched sandwich and glass of water which had been laying there for the past 7 hours just a few meters away from where she was laying. He thought about telling her to eat, ordering her even but he guessed she had seen enough and been through enough. Wiping his hand off the dust from the basement, he climbed up the stairs to the main floor. He knew that path like the back of his hand, he’d been there enough times to know how to get there blindfolded. After all, they didn’t call that the burner room for no reason.
“Damn cops won’t get off my back.” John complained as he saw him. “This is what happens when we leave loose ends. Should’ve killed him when I had the fucking chance.”
“They don’t have any evidence.”
“I’m sure when they come into my fucking house and see I have Jenny Lind locked in my basement they’ll love it” he scoffed. “You need to take her out of here before they come snooping.”
“It’s not my mess to clean.” Bucky leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Ain’t Billy the one with that house in the Hamptons? Ask him, it’s his mess.”
“You think I’m going to trust Billy with my get outta jail card? Fucking idiot can’t even distinguish between a 40 year old and a 20 year old.” he snickered. “You keep her. You gotta flat in Brooklyn, don’t cha? No one’s gonna be looking at you.”
“And wait am I supposed to do with her hm? Handcuff her to my couch and hope she doesn’t scream until whenever?”
“Weren’t you the one who wanted to spare her? I thought you’d learned your lesson from the last time you questioned me.” Bucky looked down at the floor, jaw locked, forehead muscles tense. “Thought so.”
Y/N woke up in a different place and while it was as dark as the basement, she knew it was somewhere else. She could feel herself moving but she herself wasn’t moving. She looked around, trying to look around for any indicators of her she was until she moved her hands up which came into contact with some sort of metal covered by a weird velvet like fabric. Was she in the trunk of a car? Her hand tried to look for the sign light to punch it out just like she had heard in school assemblies so, so many times yet as she finally found it, the car came to a very harsh stop. She held her breathe in, her ears registering footsteps which became louder and louder until the trunk of the car was pulled open. The harsh light hurt her eyes which she squeezed shut only to open them again. The same man from the dressing room stood over the trunk. She curled up against herself but he grabbed her bicep, easily lifting her from the trunk and onto the floor yet maintaining the grip on her bicep.
She was in what looked like a garage, with green blueish lighting and while she could see a big closed door at the end, his grip on her bicep was a silent reminder for her not to try anything. Not only did he tower over her but she was almost sure he probably had a gun with him and she thought not to try. He led her to a lift, making sure she entered before he did. As the doors closed, that feeling of dread in her stomach mixed with the other one she had felt the very first time she saw him yet she daren’t look him in the eye. In all honesty, everything was blurry to her even as she walked into a small flat, the sound of the door behind closed and locked behind her being the only thing she really registered.
The man walked up to his kitchen which was open concept with the living room and grabbed a bottle with amber liquid from the counter, pouring himself what she guessed was whiskey yet she wasn’t the most alcohol knowledgeable person, most of the times she couldn’t even drink milk, much less alcohol.
“You hungry?” he asked in an nonchalant tone as if she were merely a guest in this flat. Y/N looked behind her back to the door. “I would follow you if you tried it.”
“I ... I am not gonna tell anyone.”
“It’s not my choice to make. You try to run and you’re successful and someone will just kill you. Your best choice is to stay put. They don’t like loose ends.” he downed whatever liquid was in the glass, putting it back on the counter. She remained there, not moving from the space between the door and the place where the kitchen began. The man sighed, grabbing a peach from a glass bowl on the counter and placing it just at the end, where it was closest to her. “Eat something, will you?”
“I don’t want to. Thank you.”
“There’s food in the fridge. Suit yourself.”
He left the room to enter one of the other rooms, leaving Y/N all alone in the middle of that room. Escape! Her mind yelled at her and she immediately moved back to the door, trying to push at the handle so it would open but the latched was locked shut. She turned around, looking for anything to jab the lock until she noticed the windows. Her most careful side would have told her not to do it but she had to. She had to escape, she couldn’t stay put. She had been working her whole life for that opportunity, working low paid jobs to pay for tuition at Julliard, not drinking, not dating, not having any lactose so her voice would be good enough, she couldn’t ... she just couldn’t lose that opportunity after putting her whole teenage years at stake just so she could have this opportunity.
Y/N made her way to the window which led to a fire escape but was also locked. She looked over her shoulder to check if he had left the room before she pulled her arm back and to the front, her fist hitting the glass which cracked. She continued punching the glass with all the force she could manage despite the glass burying and cutting her skin until she had broken the window enough too climb out into the fire escape. As she prepared to put her leg over the cracked hole, two arms wrapped around her waist, pushing her back. She whimpered and moved around in the embrace, trying to get free. If only she could get free for a moment she could climb out, she could run away, she could go back to the opera house.
“Stop.” he flushed her tighter to his chest, walking away from the window, away from her possibility of escaping.
It didn’t take long for him to notice she was hurt, her blood falling onto his jacket as he pulled her further and further away. He brought her to the front of the sink, gloved hand lifting the tap up, making a constant stream of cold water come up. Through her constant fighting to get free he managed to get her hand under the water, shards of glass coming out onto the red stained water which whirled onto the drain.
“Let me go.” he elbowed him in the chest but he continuously held her against the side of the sink, fingers rubbing against the top of her palm to unlodge the shards of glass of her skin. “I have to go, please let me go.”
“Stop.” she tried to wriggle her wrist off his hold. “I have to go.”
“I promise you that you will go. You stay put, you don’t try to run and in no time you’ll be back doing petty chores for divas.”
“Why should I trust you?” she looked at the sink filled with little shards of glass.
“It’s either that or you’ll end up dead. What other choice do you have?” he stopped forcing her against the sink, leaning against the opposite corner. “Last thing I want is to lock you in a room. So what’s it gonna be?”
“You promise you’ll let me go?”
“You have my word.”
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Right so i wrote this about Bucky a while ago and im not sure if i should continue it, please help me guys
there he was standing right in front of me. I hadn't seen him in what felt like 70 years and it has been. I could never forget those bright blue eyes in a million years, though these blue eyes weren't bright, they looked dull and empty. As if someone had sucked the soul out of them. I could hear a voice screaming at me only I couldn't make out what they were saying and right on cue I felt a sting in my stomach. it didn't particularly hurt. it felt more like a burning sensation.
That feeling is practically imprinted in my brain. I knew immediately what had happened. my hands unconsciously reached for my stomach. I felt my clothes dampening around the wound. when I looked down at my hands I saw the crimson red liquid slowly starting to stain my hands. a soft exhale escaped past my lips. I again heard the voice screaming out to me. only when he stopped by my side I could make out who it was.
Steve kept looking back and forth between me and the man that had fired the gun. horror and worry clearly showing on his face. when the man had run away Steve paid his full attention to me. I saw his mouth moving but couldn't make out what he was saying. he put pressure on the wound in the lower part of my abdomen when I noticed the familiar female with shoulder-length red hair.
As I looked up I vaguely saw someone flying above me with metal-looking wings. the longer I kept looking up at the sky the more tired I was getting. I could faintly make out Steve telling me to stay with us. I heard nats frantic voice saying that help was on the way. I hadn't noticed sam flying back up and searching if there was any sign of him, the man who had shot me. S.H.I.E.L.D. cars were driving right to us, which I internally debated if that was good or bad.
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This Isn’t A Game (Bucky Barnes x ex!HYDRA!Reader)
Summary: On their first mission together, the reader has to prove that their intel is good and that they can be trusted after defecting from HYDRA.
Warnings/Major Tags: mild threat, secret base, enemies to partners, recovered Bucky Barnes, reluctant allies, no Y/N
@buckybarnesbingo #B065 Square C2: labyrinth
Note: This is a standalone one shot but takes place in the same universe as the fics below. Please let me know what you think! Tag lists are open, too!
Related fics: No Escape - No One Is Innocent - Someone Like You - Bucky Masterlist
Heavy clouds hung over head, casting a dim greyness over the entire forest. The air was electric, saturated with energy ready to blow any second now. It was suitably foreboding as you twisted through the mud and trees, slowly creeping closer towards the base you’d hoped never to see again.
As the first drops of rain hit your face, you turned to Barnes and muttered, “I really could have just drawn you a map. I don’t need to be here.”
Of course, you knew exactly why you were there. After the last failed assault on a HYDRA, the faceless overlords at SHIELD weren’t willing to accept your intel or co-operation on Barnes’ say so alone. It was smart, really. Although you’d agreed to provide information in return for assurances of safety from your former employers, you had made a point of being as unhelpful as possible while still upholding the terms of your protection and spent every free moment (what little you had) of your time plotting a way to escape this new type of imprisonment.
It had all been so much more simple when they’d just locked you up in a cell. At least then you’d known the limit of your world: four unremarkable concrete walls, marked and scratched by the previous inhabitant, and a fenced track for your thirty minutes of exercise a day. Now, the boundaries weren’t so clear cut.
“You’re here because I don’t trust you.”
“You wound me, Solider.”
“And you test my patience. How much further?”
You looked around at the sea of identical trees and shrugged. “Another mile before we reach the boundary, probably.”
“Probably? Or certainly?”
“I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”
Barnes stormed off at a furious pace, purposefully difficult to match, and it was beyond tempting to let him continue in the wrong direction. Maybe if he got lost in the forest, stumbled into a hidden defence and ended up captured, you’d be free of the pathetic situation you had landed yourself in. Sense told you otherwise, though, and you quickly called out, redirecting him north-west towards the furthest corner of the base.
You heard each of his grumbles as he doubled back, amused by the colourful curses. You wondered if he still had the fire to put any of them into practise.
Against every protest from both sides, and in a wicked twist of irony that was not lost on you, Barnes had been assigned as your handler upon your release from prison. On the one hand, you couldn’t have hoped for a better body guard. Though technically not his job, it was comforting to know that if HYDRA’s assassins did manage to track you down that you would be protected by one of the best soldiers they had ever created.
Unfortunately that was pretty much the only benefit of this cruel pairing.
Your demands (proper accommodation, your own clothes and a weapon to protect yourself – perfectly acceptable to your mind) had all been ignored, at least until you proved yourself worthy of the luxuries. Instead of a comfortable hotel you had spent the past two weeks hauled up in a crappy motel, the mercy of having a room of your own outweighed by the knowledge that it was bugged, your every movement being analysed and documented. Every time you located one of the bugs, another two appeared. Either Barnes crept around while you were sleeping or there were other agents watching you, not a pleasant thought given this was supposed to be ‘freedom’.
Defecting to the ‘right side’ was seeming a bigger mistake every single day. You never expected this to be an easy partnership but but Barnes’ gruff attitude was hardly helping. If anyone ever needed proof that silence wasn’t golden, you’d turn them towards him. It was anything but calm and peaceful around him, instead as tense and tight as the thick muscles across his shoulders or the large, pointed stick up his arse.
Barnes came to a halt beside you instantly. The metal plates in his arm silently tensed, fist clenched ready to release his pent up annoyance (mostly towards you) onto another target. Through the fog you could just make out the edges of an imposing concrete structure, marking this clearly as your entrance into the base.
You held up a finger to silence him – not that he was vocal enough to worry about annoying questions – then took a few careful steps towards the largest tree. Almost 5 feet thick, it was a true monster. Hand against the rough bark, you felt a steady thump beneath your palm, the rhythmic vibrations of machinery beneath the surface.
“Stand down, Soldier,” you muttered, uneasy with the blank expression on his face. It was hard enough to gauge his mood as it was, without him edging into Soldier territory. “There’s no one here. It’s an automated defence net. Have you got a knife?”
It was a pointless question to ask when you knew that he did, but it seemed more polite to request he hand it over than to try and take it from beneath his tactical vest. You valued your life too much to risk doing that.
Quick to confirm your suspicions, Barnes reluctantly handed over a small blade, looming over you like a hawk as you pried a piece of bark from the tree trunk. Inset beneath was a panel of flashing lights and biometric readers, a ‘welcome’ pad for any visiting HYDRA troops to alert the base they were on their way.
“Are your access codes still valid?”
You shrugged, apparently the action of the day. Truthfully, you had no idea what would happen when you pressed your finger against the reader. Like any sensible, paranoid member of HYDRA, you had a number false IDs on the system but there was no guarantee that your false codes would actually work. There was only one way to find out.
The screen was cool against your skin, the light disconcertingly bright in the otherwise dim and dreary forest. Barnes hovered beside you, vigilant in his assessment of the surrounding area while also keeping a keen eye trained on your actions. The temptation to trip the system and summon an army of guard reared its head momentarily – delivering the Winter Soldier back to HYDRA would probably put you back in their good books – but you decided against it.
The thought of returning him to their servitude made your stomach twist uncomfortably; you pushed it aside quickly, not wishing to dwell on this newfound morality. It was for your own sake, you decided. You wouldn’t make it far with both SHIELD and HYDRA chasing you. Keeping Barnes as he was would be the best choice for you. If it benefited him then so what?
By some miracle, the access panel accepted your false codes and flashed green. The air shimmered as the energy barrier modulated, opening up a small gateway in the defences. Barnes started towards it but you reached out and grabbed his wrist, fingers curling around the cool metal plates. You could feel them vibrating softly beneath your fingertips, a false mechanical heartbeat of sorts. “I wouldn’t.”
Tearing from your grip, Barnes growled, “If you’re playing games…”
“I’m not. It’s a secondary security measure. The entrance is this way.”
You circled the large tree and pulled on a low hanging branch. A hidden door opened with a hiss and you wrinkled your nose at the blast of stale air. The stairs were steep and narrow, the corridor just wide enough to accommodate Barnes’ thick frame, but neither of you complained as you slowly made your way into the depths of the base. A single strip of LEDs on the floor provided the only light to guide you until the staircase levelled out and brought you to a thick metal door.
Although it would have made quite the statement to let Barnes stroll in and shoot up the place, your orders had been for a stealthy retrieval of important files and you were not willing to start a fire fight just to satiate a grudge (however well deserved a resolution it would be to both you and your partner).
“Put the gun away, Soldier. It’s only ever kids on duty.” You didn’t allow him time to argue, opening the door with a gentle push. “Don’t say anything. Let me handle this.”
Stepping into the brightly lit room, you nodded at the teenager at the singular desk. There was no other furniture save for a single, metallic chair and another security panel on the wall. The young man leaned forward, no doubt wrapping his hand around the grip on the gun kept beneath the desk. Standard operating procedure for every base.
“Hail HYDRA,” you said, the words like ash on your tongue.
He repeated the sentiment but otherwise remained silent. His eyes widened slightly as Barnes stepped into the tight space. It wasn’t recognition exactly – very few had seen the face of the Winter Solider – but there was no doubt in his mind as to who your ‘guard’ was. Even without the metal arm and myriad of weapons hidden beneath his tactical vest, there weren’t many people as silently imposing as him.
“I’m here to collect the latest files on asset Alpha-Seven.” You clicked your fingers. “Recruit. Pay attention. Hand over an access token before I have you reprimanded.”
Spluttering an apology, the boy didn’t even ask for clarification of your security codes. His fingers trembled as he handed over the access card, eyes never leaving the soldier beside you.
“Follow standard shadow protocol until we exit the base.” The boy slowly turned to you, still watching Barnes with the corner of his eye. Noticing his small frown, you groaned and muttered angrily, “You do know the shadow protocols, yes?”
“We, uh, haven’t covered it yet in class?”
In your most condescending teacher voice, sounding far too tired to be dealing with this, you recited, “Suspend all camera footage and wipe access records. It’s standard procedure when high level assets are present.” In case there was any doubt as to who you meant, you looked to Barnes and raised an eyebrow. “You can manage that, can’t you?”
You didn’t wait for a response, knowing that Barnes’ strong, silent glare would be more than enough to terrify the kid into submission. The door into the main base swung open and you strode through, head high.
Barnes, however, was not so impressed. He grabbed your shoulder, fingers digging into the flesh as he spun you around. His dark eyes burned into yours, anger masking something else that looked an awful lot like pride. You couldn’t know for sure, though, as it was swallowed by the black hole of his irritation. He shoved you slightly, not hard enough to hurt but more than enough to remind you that, regardless of what the boy on reception thought, you had precisely no power over him. “This isn’t a game. Take it seriously.”
“Oh, lighten up. I got us in without killing the kid and ensured that tapes and all evidence of our ever being here will be wiped too.” You shrugged his hand off your shoulder, burying the jolt of fear beneath a smile he saw straight through. “I’d like to have seen you come up with something better.”
“You’re risking the mission on a fake protocol?”
Of course he didn’t appreciate the ingenuity of your lie. Truly, though, what else had he expected you to do? There weren’t many other options in the HYDRA handbook that would have gotten you through the door without a little bloodshed. To think, he was the one that wanted you to prove you could be better person only to shit over your first attempt.
Shaking your head, you shoved passed his solid stature and started off down the hallway. “Keep up, Soldier. Get lost in here and you’ll never get out again. There’s a reason it’s called Labyrinth. Let’s get your bloody files and get out of here.”
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