Sam Wilson x Reader
Summary: Now that things were back to normal, you finally had the chance to relax and meet with everyone, and you decided to bring your daughter along as well.
It was a lovely Saturday, the sun was shining brightly and the weather was perfect for a party.
Sam came up with the idea to have another get together with everyone by the boats.
This would be the first time for you to bring your newborn daughter along. And you couldn’t wait for everyone to meet her.
Of course, Sarah and the boys already met her, but not everyone else. Sam told you that Bucky might be there as well.
Once you placed your baby in the carrier, you were off.
A lot has happened in your lives, you giving birth then Carly, Sam becoming Captain America, a lot has changed and you learned a lot. You were extremely proud of your husband that’s for sure.
He placed his hand on your thigh as he drove to the party. The smile on his face was so bright. It filled your heart with warmth and made you smile as well.
Soon you were on the docks, everyone laughing, chatting having a great time. Many people wanted to take a picture with Sam so he had a small little meet and greet while you went to Sarah with your daughter.
The little bundle of joy soon became the center of attention.
Everyone was cooing at her and she just smiled and giggled. Her little giggle was possibly the cutest thing you ever heard.
Then soon Bucky arrived, with a cake. The boys immediately rushed to him.
You looked at Sarah and wiggled your eyebrows. She only rolled her eyes as she looked back at you, but she was smiling.
Everyone was having an amazing time, and you enjoyed yourself just as much. Soon your daughter got hungry so you excused yourself to feed her. You walked away from everyone, found a calm place and started to feed her, although you covered yourself with a cloth, you still didn’t want anyone to see you.
“Slow down Pumpkin.” you told her when she got a bit too quick. Her hand was holding your finger as she ate, you tested her strength by wiggling your hand.
You laughed a little when she knitted her eyebrows, she didn’t like that you were wiggling your hand.
You were so occupied with her, you didn’t even notice Sam watching you.
He went after you when Sarah told her you left to feed your little one, and what he found was perfection.
The woman he loves so much, and his daughter. Sitting as a light breeze moved her hair, she was giggling at their daughter as she was feeding.
Sam wanted to take a picture, but he also knew that he will never be able to forget this perfection in front of him.
After a few more minutes of just watching the two, he decided to head over.
You finished by then and heard someone approaching, you slightly turned your head and saw your husband. You offered him a smile before he took your daughter to burp her.
And now you had the change to ogle over your perfect husband. How could a muscular man like him be so gentle and caring with a baby amazed you. It was possibly the hottest thing you can ever think of. And so, you took a picture of the two.
It really was picture perfect.
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come back, haunt me (prologue)
Summary: reader faces an unexpected foe on her way home.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader
Warning/s: mention of alcoholism, stalking, violence, kidnapping
Word count: 1.3k
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Author's note: this is a bit different from the one-shots i normally write! it's place-based and has more of a novel-like tone, but i wanted to give a voice to the daydream that's been consuming my waking hours. let me know what you think!
January 19, 1952
Mama’s always telling me to come straight home.
Here’s 30 bucks. Go on down to the liquor store and get me another bottle of Jack. And don’t you dilly-dally-- you’re living under my roof, you live by my rules.
I really should listen to her, one of these days.
It’s a strange sensation, being followed. You want to disappear, to melt into the shadows and evade your pursuer’s unrelenting gaze, but at the same time, you want to scream so loud that the sheer volume could pierce glass. You want to run and run and run, never slowing, never stopping, until your feet carry you to some distant, unknowable safety that even the searchlights can’t uncover.. You want to be home, even if it means being around Mama after she’s started drinking.
I couldn’t decide which was the safest bet as I walked home, clutching the crumpled paper bag that concealed my mother’s chosen vice. I supposed that I could use the bottle as a weapon, could bludgeon the shadowy man who had followed me for several blocks now on my return home, but the thought of the sound it would make-- the sickening crack, the thud of his limp body, the splat of muddied crimson-- it was enough to make me gag. And, Mama would be angry if I wasted her 30 dollars. So, I continued my hurried pace, passing beneath the buzzing, amber halos of streetlights, brisk steps matching the quickened, thumping rhythm of my heartbeat.
My breath puffed out in little clouds and I crossed my arms against the sudden, biting breeze, gritting my teeth and tucking the bottle closer to my body. It’s the fucking dead of winter, how long did he wait on that street corner until he chose some poor girl to follow home? I turned my head slightly, trying to catch him in my periphery, but all I could see was the brown of his long overcoat. I huffed a breath and willed my legs to move faster.
I tried scanning my memories of the liquor store for his face. Dirty linoleum tiles, barred windows and humming refrigerators with sticky doors. Aisles striped rainbow, full of potato chips and room temp Coca-cola, black taffy and hot tamales. A quiet, mousy man with glasses too big for his face, buying a crumpled newspaper and a packet of sunflower seeds. A woman with scraggly hair and gray pit stains languidly browsing through the magazines. A store clerk, bored, half-lidded gaze flickering lazily between customers and his crossword. But no man in a long overcoat-- he was nowhere inside. I had only noticed him once I started walking.
I looked back again, less and less worried that he was some innocent pedestrian who would be offended by my vigilant stare. No, he was definitely closer, his long, loping gait slowly but surely swallowing up the distance between us, his gaze piercing through the darkness, tracking my every movement. Shit. Mama’s always warning me about strange men. Thoughts of quick gunshots and fluttering yellow police tape, of my name splashed on the front page of the San Francisco Chronicle, filled my mind.
I couldn’t meet my end, not like that, dead eyes plastered across the city like a warning. My heart thudded in my ribcage so hard it almost hurt, but I was walking as fast as I could. I couldn’t run. He would surely catch me. And, I couldn’t go to the nearest police station. I would have to make a sweeping turn, allowing the man the chance to assuredly catch up to me and drag me into an alley to do whatever it was that he wanted to do to me. My eyes darted from left to right, searching for safety. I couldn’t go home, and I couldn’t go to the police.
Ahead, the hulking, gothic spires of Grace Cathedral rose into the sky, out of place amidst the violet, steel-and-glass canyon of the city street. But, it offered a tantalizingly sweet sense of safety, its complex arches and buttresses offering plenty of dark corners and crevices to hide in until the man in the overcoat lost interest and realized that stalking me was more effort than it was worth. It was worth a shot. I crossed the street, hardly taking the time to look left and right for any oncoming cars, and jogged up the steps. I could hear the sound of footfalls against asphalt, the flutter of his coat in the barren street, as he followed.
I approached the front door, partially because it was the obvious choice, exactly where he expected me to go first. But the shadows also hung heaviest over the cathedral’s entrance, allowing me to make my next move virtually undetected, so long as I made a decision before he got too close. Either dive to the right into the bushes, where I could wait him out, or shuffle along the wall to the right, where two high-rises stood, offering a short alleyway as a mode of escape. I turned right, then turned left, shifting my weight from foot to foot, second-guessing myself at each movement. Just fucking breathe. I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was probably close. So, I turned left, treading lightly on the balls of my feet to avoid making noise. Twenty feet, ten feet, five until the alley. So close. I stepped away from the safety of the cathedral’s wall to make the final leap to safety when I felt a gloved hand wrap around my arm and yank.
“No!” My voice grated with panic, harsh and high, as he pulled me back into the shadows surrounding the cathedral. He gripped my shoulders so tight that I knew they would be covered in little purple bruises, and he pushed me against the wall with a grunt. Feeling daring, I looked up, locking eyes with him. If he was going to hurt me, kidnap me, kill me, I wanted to know what he looked like. Buzzed blond hair, brown eyes so dark they were almost black. His nose was crooked, as if it had been broken once or twice, and his lips were thin, bared over crooked teeth.
My breath stilled when I realized that he, too, was searching my face for something, his eyes darting up and down as if searching for some identificatory feature. When his gaze settled on the thin scar above my eyebrow, earned in a bicycling accident, he chuckled, his breath fanning towards me in a sour huff. He smiled, his eyes crinkled and dark, glittering in the shadows.
“Zola will be pleased.” He had a throaty, slavic accent, his voice gruff. My heart was pounding in my chest, my legs trembling beneath me, but I cocked my head.
“Who is that? Zola, who is that?” I breathed, trying to will some sense of bravery into my voice.
He simply chuckled again in response, grabbing me roughly by the elbows to lead me into the exact alleyway I had chosen for safety. Ahead, a black car waited, its driver wearing an equally severe expression to that of my captor.
He opened the door for me, ever the gentleman, and shoved me inside, barely taking care to make sure that my head didn’t hit the top of the car. Before shutting the door, he bent down, grabbing my chin and jerking my face towards his. I stared into his eyes and gritted my teeth.
He smirked, reaching into his pocket with his other hand to pull out a black hood. Before pulling it down over my face and blinding me to where they were taking me, he let my last memory of home be of his face.
“Heil Hydra,” he uttered thickly, relishing each syllable.
Confusion rose in my chest, brows knotting together. But, before I could question him further, he pulled the hood down over my face and everything went dark.
"Are you sure this is the right way?"
"Since when don't you trust me Sam?"
come back, haunt me
Series summary: Reader is on the run from her former captors. When she is approached by Bucky Barnes, a ghost from her preferably forgotten past, she isn’t sure what to think. But, she embarks on a roadtrip with Bucky to mend their fraught past and help him make amends. When history catches up to them on the open road, will they abandon each other for the familiar comfort of solitude, or will they work together to finally leave their past in the dust?
prologue: Reader faces an unexpected foe on her way home. (1.3k words)
chapter 1: Reader learns how to cope with life outside of captivity. (coming soon!)
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Mom : Oh come on The Food isn't that hot...
The FoOD : 🔥
My poor heart 😭❤
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I’m over here just trying not to scream
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I just finished the first episode and they just unveiled this UGLY man and I find myself filled with rage... I regret choosing to watch this.
Orchid - B.B
prompt: #60 "Are you hurt?" "No." "Then why are there bruises all over your face."
summary: Y/N was a prisoner of HYDRA captured for her mutation, and kept hostage to keep their 'asset' alive. Once she finally meets Bucky Barnes over the years they form a bond, until she helps him escape.
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
warnings: abuse, imprisonment, torture
word count: 1,899
a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!
Master-List - Prompts
Not long after the capture and the brainwash of Bucky Barnes HYDRA decided they needed someone else, someone to keep their asset alive. Then in 1957, they found exactly who they were looking for. HYDRA had infiltrated SHIELD bit by bit so when an asset came into SHIELDS knowledge HYDRA took it upon themselves to find them first, and fake their death. In 1957 a 25-year-old Y/N L/N had been discovered for their mutant gene and their goodwill nature that lead to them being discovered. Y/N had the ability to absorb and remove someone's pain, although not curing their ailments, it was highly effective with people close to death which is how Y/N started to use it.
She figured out she had the mutant gene in 1954 when she held the hand of her dying grandfather and suddenly he didn't feel pain but he passed anyway. Once she figured out what she was capable of she knew she had to help people which lead to Y/N traveling all around the US visiting hospitals helping people who were close to death not be in pain anymore so they could spend their last moments surrounded by family and not wires and nurses. This however led her right to HYDRAs doorstep, they had a less wholesome way of dealing with her powers.
HYDRA knew that if they dealt with her memories the same way they did with Sergeant Barnes then Y/N would forget how to use their powers, which led to Y/N remembering everything. However Y/N only had one job, keep the asset alive. Y/N didn't have the knowledge of a doctor but she could be there during surgery to stop the assets pain meaning fewer resources wasted on anesthesia. Y/N would be used the same as the asset, cryofreeze until needed. That meant that all of their conscious life Bucky and Y/N were sides by side.
"You are to be the new right hand of Hydra, Winter Solider. Are you in pain?" Zola spoke to Bucky. His arm had finally been fused on now that they had Y/N at their disposal. All Bucky could do was nod, he'd just came out of cryofreeze meaning nothing made sense to him now.
"BRING IN THE ASSET," Zola shouted, then two HYDRA soldiers dragged Y/N's cold body from another room and sat her next to Bucky. After seeing her body Bucky immediately sat up and held her hand ignoring the searing pain in his now metal left arm. After giving her some time to wake up Zola sat in front of Y/N and tried to seem empathetic.
"Dear Y/N. Here is our asset, you may address him as the Winter Solider. Your job with us is to stop his pain so he may do his duties when needed. You like helping people don't you?" Zola asked. Bucky noticed the manipulation in his voice but he was too weak to stop it. Y/N agreed at the expense of her life and that's how it started.
"Y/N will not be erased from his mind, he needs to trust her and our line with her is the connection she shares with him. If she feels like she's not saving someone we will lose her obedience." Zola spoke to all the HYDRA agents that operate the chair that Winter Solider is often placed in.
That's how their story developed, all Bucky knows is that every time he's taken out of cryofreeze someone is about to die. When Y/N is taken out she knows Bucky has been made to kill. HYDRA however would let Y/N be almost alone with the asset as they believed after 60 years they had her blind obedience when it came to Barnes. That's all their memories because they're the only memories they'd let Barnes keep. All he sees when he wakes up are flashes of her.
"Hello, my orchid," Y/N said smiling, she rarely smiled but seeing Bucky changed everything.
"Orchid?" Bucky said smiling. It was the first time that she'd called him that nickname and the minute she did it made him smile. It was nice being called something that wasn't an asset or a name he was given to make him a killer.
"Well I love the color, it brings me joy, and seeing you brings me joy too. Plus they're plants that are literally too stubborn to die, also reminds me of you." She said with a cheesy grin like she'd put actual thought into a name for him in the little conscious time she had.
"Well if you have a sweet name for me I need one for you," Bucky said almost tearing up at the delicate nature. He kept his promise as well, 15 years had passed for the whole world but for the pair, it was just a single sleep. After Bucky had been sent off and brought back he was put in the same chair he always was, the one that brought him to Y/N.
This mission was particularly rough for him, it ended in a fight that caused injuries to him which wasn't usual for him but it was bad this time. Really bad. After she'd finally woken fully she rushed over to him.
"Are you hurt?" Y/N whispered running her finger down his face wiping his tear simultaneously.
"No." He said trying to keep a tough front while HYDRA agents were watching. He was worried if he showed too much attachment then she's been killed, or wiped from his memory and he couldn't forget her.
"Then why are their bruises all over your face?" She whispered closer to him, "I'm going to need time, alone." She pressed. The more she was here the more people listened to her which worried her slightly but it got her alone time with him. They were usually silent together, there was something about being in the company of people that you trust that made them feel safe.
"Oh, I figured it out," Bucky spoke softly still worried about the HYDRA agents behind the door.
"Figured what out?" She smiled.
"Acacia. It's a flower used for healing and that's all you've done for me. You're my acacia." He said with a smile. By this point, he could lift his arm so he returned her action from earlier and he held her face in his hand.
Then they returned for another 40 years in and out of cryo-freeze only to see each other, the nicknames passing the test of time, and many other HYDRA agents. Then it got to 2014 and their worlds were about to change on the day Bucky Barnes would be reunited with his best friend, and not recognize the face looking back at him.
Bucky sat in the chair staring forward, memories flashing in and out as he tried to hold onto the only memories he knew were real while other ones filtered through his mind. HYDRA agents surrounded him and all he could think of was the need to see Y/N, to solidify his reality. Just as he needed her, she appeared being dragged through still a little dazed from the cryo-freeze. The minute she saw the look in his eye her demeanor changed immediately.
"I need alone time with the asset. Now." She barked and the room emptied. It stopped worrying her how people responded because she could use it to her advantage. The minute the room cleared her posture changed and she sunk down in front of Bucky.
"The guy on the bridge... He called me Bucky. I think I knew him." All Bucky could do was stare, he didn't even know how to react to Y/N almost crying in front of him.
"I'm going to do something, and you need to trust me," Y/N said softening her voice so that she couldn't be heard. Then she put her hand on the sides of his face and took a second to take his features in. "My lovely orchid, too stubborn to die in a world hell-bent on killing them."
Bucky never did have time to figure out what exactly she did to help him but before the machine could be activated the power in the building shut down leaving Bucky time to fight his way out of the room and into the streets of New York, straight towards the man on the bridge.
Y/N didn't regret what she did, no matter how many punches or kicks were sent her way. HYDRA could never be 100% sure that she was behind it but considering no one had claimed the asset and they were alone mere moments before everyone almost just assumed. Y/N knew she would die happy with the knowledge that he was out there somewhere, free.
Little did she know that he'd planned her rescue from the moment he left the building. He couldn't live his life knowing what would be happening to her. The US government hadn't even pardoned Bucky for the crimes committed under the brainwashing of HYDRA and with SHIELD in pieces thanks to Steve Rogers it was just them again, against HYDRA.
"Tell me about her Buck," Steve asked as they were gearing up to take on an entire HYDRA base, again.
"She was the only person I was allowed to remember under the brainwashing. They thought if I knew and trusted her then she could treat me, and it would keep her in line if she had me to lose. She helped me escape at the expense of her own life, and if they've taken her from me..." Bucky trailed off. Steve placed his hand on Bucky's shoulder and embraced his friend, the one he thought the time had stolen.
Y/N was unconscious from pain when the shooting began. It wasn't until the door to her cell was busted open that she even knew something was happening. She opened her eyes and scurried towards the wall until she saw him, Bucky.
"Orchid..." She whispered, not having enough strength.
"Are you hurt?" He said running over to her and holding her face in his hands again.
"No." She said laughing remembering their conversation from a few years ago.
"Then why are their bruises all over your face," Bucky said picking her up.
"Well once they realized I couldn't heal my own pain, well it was game over." She said laughing. Bucky held her closer as he carried her past all the dead bodies of HYDRA agents that littered the floor like trash, he covered her eyes from the blood. He never wanted her to see what he could do and he kept it that.
The whole ride home Y/N had passed out finally feeling safe in his comfort again. Then she finally arrived at the apartment Bucky was staying in and she saw it. A painting of an orchid and an acacia side by side above where Bucky was sleeping. It warmed her heart knowing that he remembered her so much. Then she finally sat down in front of him.
"So. I'm Y/N L/N. What's your name?" She said smiling knowing that they're finally free to be who they were.
"Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, but you can just call me Bucky." He said smiling finally being able to introduce her to who he really was.
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I finally found an editor that followed the beat to this song of Bucky. 🥰🥰
@icanfeelastormbrewing @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @what-is-your-plan-today @sagechanoafterdark
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mornings like this-b.barnes
Bucky was never a morning person, the light of the morning sun hurting his eyes because of the lack of curtains in his apartment. The apartment that used to be empty and had little to no sign of life. Until she came along, a bright and lively person, someone that could talk all day and Bucky could never get tired of the sound.
When she moved into their now shared apartment she noticed that Bucky’s home had no warmth, no coziness, no home. But the one thing that was a drastic change for Bucky was that he now loved mornings, morning runs through the neighborhood and making morning coffee, as he watched her stumble into the kitchen with messy hair and one of his shirts.
A quick kiss placed on her head or cheek, and a smile painted on their faces. Breakfast made and then a quick shower for Bucky and a wardrobe change for her.
A puff of steam coming out of the bathroom following Bucky, when he exits the bathroom, as he kisses her.
“Sweetheart, I love you, but your morning breath is gross.” He’d say, and she giggle and then she would brush her teeth and get another kiss before she gathered her stuff and left for work, telling him that she would be back before 7, and that she loved him.
Yeah, you could say that Bucky was a morning person now.
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Lol finally made the grumpy baby boi <3 Sam will be next!
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@amukmuk asked for Sam in his suit so here he is in his birthday suit 😌✌🏽
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my take on me being a fan girl...
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“You got a lotta those.”
“Hmm?” She looked up, distracted, and grateful for the moment that he hadn’t caught her staring.
“Oh.” They were lighting up out in the yard, little glimmers of light in the growing dark. She smiled. “We call those lightning bugs down here.” Bucky leaned forward and she watched him carefully cup one between his hands.
The untold conclusion to TFATWS. A series of oneshots in which Sam and Bucky wrap matters in New York, and Bucky Barnes moves to Louisiana.
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when you like the same character in different universes
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Just finished watching Falcon and Winter Soldier and as well as loving Sam for rising up to be Captain America, Bucky and Sam friendship, and the fall out from endgame... I couldn’t help but love having Karli as a villain and having a wonderful Midlands accent flying high.
Between Buckles and Kali, I love we are getting our due.
okay so i finally watched the last episode of tfatws and just,,,,, Zemo laying on his bed with the book crossed in his hands staring at the ceiling has the same energy as a teen girl having just finished writing in her diary about planning to hang out with her crush tomorrow and can't wait,,, good stuff
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just sitting here thinking how absolutely fucked it is they sent Steve back in time having him just completely abandon Bucky??? like if that’s a nonnegotiable for some reason then why couldn’t they have kept old man cap?? he’s in the comics?? he just said “it’ll be okay, Bucky” like that’s a direct quote and then he, his best friend, the only one with the shared life experience of being on ice since the 40s just yeeted himself away and didn’t bother sticking around?? that’s so fucked!! Don’t get me started on him also just leaving Sam out to dry like that when he could’ve idk been there for the new captain america?? he knew that job was a clusterfuck!! you couldn’t stick around for hot minute to help you’re friends out??? You have a fucking time machine!!!
I know this isn’t exactly an original thought but just like Russo brothers why didn’t you tag ooc? because that’s like ooc 101
TFATWS head canon 3/???
Sam and Bucky run into Deadpool at one point, chaos ensures. Deadpool calls Bucky “big daddy James”, Bucky has to google daddy kinks, Sam considers retirement and Deadpool offers to take the mantle of Captain America.
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