#yeah she punched Tony into a coma I’ll give you that

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I know it’s bad Wanda killed Ant-man, Hawkeyes, some of the mutant population and all that. But how she killed Vision was rough man. Like making She-Hulk rip Vision apart 😬 Damn Wanda, eat a snickers.

#marvel #Wanda Maximoff #scarlet witch #comics #and people hate carol for what like who did she kill #yeah she punched Tony into a coma I’ll give you that #but if Tony was talking shit like that I’d punch him into a grave

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thoughts on hurt/comfort fics?

@takingthehighwayhome this is for you and for you anon. i'm extremely tired which is why the quality is less than my usual but! it is something! and i did want to write something today!

there is no consistent tone, i have not read it, and you know. yeah.

so here's some thoughts on hurt/comfort fics motherfucker.

Toni hadn’t been sleeping.

At first it was easy to ignore, they would curl into each other and Shelby would let that steady heartbeat rock her to sleep. And if she noticed Toni’s breathing never evened out it wouldn’t bother her—she could just be going to sleep after Shelby.

But Toni was always awake when Shelby was, nightmares that slammed her awake into Toni’s arms—eyes carrying hers through the storm. Always Toni was was awake.

And it was weird because she was still Toni. She was still fidgety and moving and filled with constant energy, she couldn’t sit still and she couldn’t relax—she was Toni. How was it possible that with no sleep, she was still Toni?

Martha was no help, as per usual. It was one of those rare moments they got alone, Toni hopping to the nearby 7/11 to get Taki’s and Gatorade, the rest of the unsinkables with her or doing their own thing.

“You know how she told me about her mom?” Shelby asked. “It was to win an argument. Now she won’t even complain about a bad night’s sleep.”

Martha, still on the hospital bed, was silent.

“And I know it’s not just a bad night’s sleep, but I know it ain’t healthy. Did she have trouble sleeping at yours?”

Shelby sighed and took Martha’s hand. “What if she’s got it in her head to stay awake until you wake up? That’d be very stupid and like her, huh?”

If it were some kinda emotional kids movie, Martha woulda squeezed her hand. She didn’t.

Shelby knew the hospital chairs weren’t comfortable, but they were more comfortable than sand. And she knew the ICU waiting room wasn’t quiet, but it was quieter than the pounding waves of the ocean and the screeching of distant animals.

And Toni would wrap an arm around her and even if Shelby was determined to stay up until she fell asleep, that steady heartbeat would lull her into almost as deep a coma as Martha was stuck in.

Maybe Martha had the right idea, maybe after their ordeal they all just needed to conk out for a few days.

Days or weeks, as in Martha’s case.

Martha was getting worse and Toni was too. Gatorade became red bull, and Fatin’s usual remarks became Toni’s outbursts, screaming at her in waiting room until she stormed out, Shelby sighing after her.

“Statistically,” Nora said. “She’s still more likely to survive. Even with how long it’s been.”

“She doesn’t even know we’ve been rescued,” Leah said. “Why the fuck would she want to wake up.”

“I know what to do,” everyone looked at Dot. “There’s an issue with Rachel’s blood transfusion so Leah and Nora need to stay here, and Fatin and I need to stay with Martha. Shelby, can you grab Toni to pick up Leah’s medical records from her house?”

“There’s an issue with Rachel’s blood transfusion?” Nora asked.

“Leah has the closest actual bed,” Dot said.

“I don’t think Toni will go for it,” Shelby said. “She’s never gone that far from Martha’s side before.”

“Figure it out,” Fatin threw a set of keys at her.

It was a simple order, and one Shelby wasn't completely sure she was capable of following. But she went after Toni anyway, pacing the ground outside the hospital stewing.

“Toni,” Shelby said.

“Do not take Fatin’s side,” Toni spat. “I don’t give two fucks if—“

“There was a problem with Rachel’s blood transfusion,” Shelby said. “We have to get Leah’s medical records, let’s go.” She grabbed Toni’s hand and dragged her to Fatin’s car, unlocking it and swinging in.

“Why do we need Leah’s medical records?”

Shelby started the car, driving as quickly as she could.

“She’s donating the new blood,” Shelby said. “She’s o-neg.”

“She’s a-positive.”

“No, Nora’s a-positive.”

“Nora’s AB,” Toni said. “Why the fuck are you lying to me.”

“We’re going sixty you can’t jump out of the car.”

Toni looked like she might scream, instead her hand went through the glove compartment, punching a dent that’d make Fatin very upset.

“Now you have to take me back to the hospital,” Toni said.

“That’s a bruise, not a break, don’t be a wimp.”

“Negative energy is the biggest obstacle to patient recovery.”

Shelby stepped on the gas.

Leah had texted her parents or something because the door was unlocked and the house was empty when they got there, Shelby dragging Toni to Leah’s room.

“You’re gonna sleep,” Shelby said.

“Are you gonna make me?” Toni asked, putting her chin up.

“If I have to,” Shelby crossed her arms.

They glared at each other for a moment before Toni lost, sitting on the bed, her fingers curling in the quilt, as she looked at her vans.

“I’m not—not tired,” Toni tried. “I just—what if I wake up and she’s dead?”

Shelby took her hand, the undamaged one.

“Faber was aiming for you,” Toni said. “And I’m relieved that he missed. I’m a horrible sister.”

“You’re not,” Shelby said. “I’m relieved he missed too. Don’t that make me a horrible friend?”

“I wish he hit me instead,” Toni said. “Why did Fatin have me get Rachel and Nora out? Why? I could’ve been there—I could’ve—”

“Died,” Shelby said. “And you know where I’d be? Texas, some camp gettin’ brainwashed.”

“That’s not true.”

Shelby snorted, nothing was funny about it. “Yes it is. You know where’d Martha’d be?”

“Not needing to be told to sleep like a fucking toddler?”

“Maybe,” Shelby said. “Or maybe she’d be here too, too worried about everyone else and not even able to think about catching a wink herself. Both of y’all are very stubborn, you know. I love that about both of you.”

“Did you just say I love you for the first time to guilt trip me into sleeping?” Toni asked.

“Yes,” Shelby said.

“Fuck you.”

Toni didn’t bother taking off her shoes, plopping them on Leah’s quilt, getting it messy in some weird form of revenge.

“I’m not gonna be able to sleep in the middle of the day,” Toni said.

Shelby pulled down the blinds. “I’ll be back in a few to check in. If you aren’t asleep I’ll dump you.”

Toni scoffed and Shelby shut the door behind her. She waited an hour, knowing Toni wouldn’t have the patience to stay up that long, and peeked behind the door.

She was asleep, finally, arm thrown over her eyes, and Shelby sat down beside her, taking her hand in case any monsters arrived in that late afternoon Shelby’d needed to fight off alone. She was strong enough to do it. Toni was strong enough to let her.

Twenty minutes away, a girl’s brain signals spiked, as her body began to long process of healing itself.

#goodfoe fanfic #goodfoe #the wilds fanfic #the wilds #gus writes #gus answers #shoni

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Lunch Buddy: Chapter Thirteen

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Overall Story Facts:

Fandom: MCU Captain America/Avengers

Story Summary: Steve Rogers makes a friend. A prickly, generally people-averse friend, but they’ll both take what they can get.

Quick Facts: Friendship (/Eventual Romance) – Steve Rogers & Reader (leading to Steve Rogers/Reader) – Female Reader

Story Warnings: Reader-insert that verges on OFC, written in 1st person past tense

Chapter 13: Hurt

Chapter Summary: Steve gets hurt and everybody else has to deal with the fallout. Jerk.

Chapter Word Count: 5197

A/N: I know what the next chapter is going to be and we are continuing our trajectory for ~softness~

    I was sitting in bed on a beautifully lazy Saturday morning when my phone rang. I glanced over, expecting to have to tell Steve that I wouldn’t be putting on real pants for anything short of the end of the world and he had to come over or nothing, but it was Sam’s name that showed up on the screen.

“Hi Sam,” I answered and paused my game.

“Hey. I’m sorry to call you like this, but I need to tell you– Steve’s fine now, but he got hurt pretty bad.”

I put down the controller and felt a cold something creep through my body. “How bad?”

“He’ll recover just fine,” Sam said. “But some of his injuries–” He inhaled sharply and I gripped my comforter so hard my hand hurt. “Last I heard, he was still in a medically induced coma, but they were planning to take him out of it soon. It’s actually kind of a good thing though; he was hurting really bad and nothing they did was helping.”

“Because pain meds don’t do shit for him,” I said and held my face. How bad was that bad?

“Yeah,” Sam said, sounding regretful. “I had to get back to DC so I couldn’t stay, but he was doing a lot better when I left. Stable, and on his way to healing up. He’s going to be okay.”

Sure, right, yeah; aside from maybe almost dying before I knew anything about it. Not that I was important enough to know– I was just a friend– but… “Do you think they’d let me visit?”

“I think so. There are SHIELD agents keeping watch but…have you met Natasha yet?”

“No. I’ve met Pepper?”

“She might be able to help if you need it.” He sighed. “I’m sorry I can’t be there.”

Me too, but that was selfish. “Don’t worry Sam, I’ll figure it out. Thanks for letting me know.” I looked at my closet. “Fair warning though– when he’s out of the woods and I stop being freaked out, I’m gonna kick his ass.”

“Nat has dibs I think. He was covering her from an explosion.”

“Fine,” I said. “But if she doesn’t do a good enough job, I’ve got second dibs.”

“I’m not contesting that,” he chuckled. “I gotta go. I’m sleeping on my feet.”

“Are you okay?”

“Don’t worry; I’ll take a nap.”

“Sam.”

“I’ll be fine when I get a chance to sleep for three days. And I’m going to, I promise you that.”

I didn’t have time to nag. “You better. Bye Sam.” As soon as I hung up I jumped out of bed, put on real pants, grabbed some essentials, and bolted out the door so fast I got halfway down the hall before I realized I had to go back and lock it.

I spent the whole trip there panicking and trying not to panic. Sam said he was going to be fine, so Steve was fine, right? But he was in a hospital, and what kinds of injuries could keep Steve in a medically induced coma? The guy fought aliens and broke bones that healed in half the time and once stubbed his toe on the doorframe and didn’t even flinch.

I tried really hard to think about stubbed toes and slammed elbows rather than the myriad reasons one would be admitted to a hospital. Those thoughts carried me into the building, to the map where I could find his wing, and over and into said wing, up until I almost ran into someone. I pulled back to get around them. “I’m so sorry; I–”

They put themself right back in my path and I jerked back to see not just one but two very imposing, militarily inclined men. “Uhhhh….”

“This area is off-limits to unauthorized visitors,” one of them said.

Right; the SHIELD guys keeping watch. “I’m here to see Steve Rogers,” I said and told them my name in vain hopes I might be on a list or something.

The first guy, a sandy blond who looked like he wanted to drop-kick me out the window, shook his head. “Authorized personnel only. The Avengers probably have an address for fans to send well-wishes.”

Even though they had no reason to know who I was, I bristled at his snide tone. “I’m not a fan; I’m his friend.”

The other guy– dark hair, looked like a washed-up TV action star– snorted and he shared a look with the other guy that very clearly said what they thought of me.

“Ma’am,” Blond said. “Please leave or you will be escorted out.”

I felt sick. Steve was hurt and I couldn’t see him and the embarrassment of being seen as some sort of gross hanger-on was almost too much. Almost. I was too worried to be completely mortified, but I still had no recourse. They were dicks, but they were doing their jobs, and for the moment Steve was…safe. I turned, intending to text Pepper and wait in the cafeteria until she could help me (and maybe get a dusty bagel to help soak up the misery), when I almost smacked right into Tony Stark.

What a day.

“I’m– sorry,” I said lamely and moved aside to get around him.

“Who are you?” he asked.

I sighed and told him my name. “I’m a fr–”

“You’re Cap’s little lunch friend,” he said. He knew who I was? Stark waved a hand. “Pepper and Rogers have mentioned you. Well, Pepper mentioned; it feels like Cap brings you up all the time. You going in to visit?”

“I was going to, but–”

“Chickened out?”

“Not allowed, apparently,” I said and jabbed my thumb in the direction of the gargoyles. At least the assholes pretended to be more professional then and stopped snickering, but even Tony Stark (aka Iron Man) peering expectantly at them from the top of designer sunglasses just made knockoff-Stallone shake his head.

“No unauthorized visitors allowed,” he repeated.

“Oh come on; what’s Cap going to say when he finds out you chased off his BFF?”

They looked at me like they still didn’t believe it for a second. Blond said, “I’m sure Captain Rogers will understand we’re just doing our jobs.”

The worst part was that they were right, damn it.

“What does she need? A note from home?” Stark waved his hand. “I can write one; who has paper. We still do paper sometimes, right?”

“She needs proper authorization,” the guy on the right sneered.

“Consider this authorization.”

We all jumped at the sudden appearance of a man in a suit, whose calm smile made him look like the dictionary definition of ‘mild mannered.’ The two guards, however, stood very rigidly at attention. “Sir.”

The new man said my name and extended his hand. “I’m Phil Coulson.”

I shook his hand and introduced myself properly. “I’m sorry but– am I allowed to–”

“You can visit Captain Rogers whenever you like,” Phil Coulson said and looked right at the guards. “Understood?”

“Yes sir,” they said, much less enthusiastically than their initial acknowledgement to him.

“Not that Captain Unblemished is going to be here that long, but hey.” I suddenly had a small bouquet of flowers in my hands, thanks to Tony Stark. “Since you’re allowed all-access now, can you give these to Cap? I’ve got things to do.”

“Uhh, sur–”

“Thanks, nice meeting you, etcetera et al,” Stark said and left with a dramatic turn.

Somehow I had imagined a little more mocking, maybe a few accusatory points about me ruining some of his fun in poking at Steve, but the guy seemed…annoyed. And not necessarily with me. I turned my head to Coulson, who only shook his. “This last assignment got…complicated,” he said and opened his arm towards the hall. Understatement, but at least I was finally going to get to see Steve. The two…gentlemen…parted, and my second savior (wait until I told Steve who the first was) walked with me.

“He’s right in here,” Phil– Coulson– Phil Coulson said, standing next to an open door with no room number. The inside was very dimly lit, and the curtain drawn halfway over the door blocked the bed from sight, but I felt less like a tension rod.

“Thank you, Mr. Coulson,” I said. “I’m sorry if I caused problems.”

“It was no problem for me, and there won’t be more for you,” he said like it was a promise. “And please, Phil is fine. I was on my way out earlier and I’m afraid I still have to go, but it was nice to finally meet you. Hopefully next time we’ll see each other under better circumstances.”

“Yeah, next time. Thank you,” I said and stepped in.

It was so quiet, and mostly dark, aside from a single light off in the corner. Steve was very still in the bed, bruised and bandaged, but I could see his chest moving. He looked roughed up, but he didn’t look comatose. He didn’t even look like he had come close to death. He just looked like he was sleeping.

I set the flowers down on the nearest flat surface and walked slowly, quietly, to the chair next to his bedside, and perched on the edge of it. I wasn’t sure, at first, if I should stay– he was sleeping; was this creepy?– but the more I looked at him the more I settled in. One of his arms was completely wrapped up; there was a bruise on his jaw, closer to his neck than his chin; a strip of stitches on his neck; one, two, three, four, five scratches that I could see, plus a patch of skin that was raw, like it had rubbed against concrete. He didn’t look as bad as I’d expected him to, which I assumed meant all the terrible things had happened on the inside.

But he was breathing. He wasn’t even on oxygen; nothing about the machines around him said he was in dire straits. With a little bit of makeup he could have looked like a hospital patient in a Hallmark movie, ready to wake up and be released at any moment.

But he had been hurt. He had been hurt badly enough that it was a blessing he had been out for the healing process. I didn’t know why I hated that idea so viscerally, but it made me want to punch something.

I sighed. A small tuft of hair hung at a weird angle over his forehead and I brushed it back into place. Then, just to reassure myself, I let my hand hover over his mouth and felt a warm, steady pulse of air.

“They took him out of it earlier.”

I jumped so hard I hit my feet and had to windmill so as not to crash into one of the monitors. Miraculously, I didn’t knock anything over or otherwise make a lot of noise, and Steve didn’t show any signs of waking. Once I was done with my quiet heart attack, I turned to face the woman standing at the end of the bed. She had red hair and eyes sharp enough to cut. I had a sinking feeling I knew exactly who she was.

“Uh…hi,” I said and forced my hand down, away from my heart and to my side. I told her my name and waited for her to finish looking me over.

“Natasha Romanoff,” she said.

Yup. “It’s nice to meet you,” I said. “Steve says a lot of good things.”

She barked a laugh. “Did Rogers pay you to say that?”

That was surprisingly harsh, so I kept quiet. I was batting a thousand today. But she sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I’m sorry.” She straightened out and looked completely composed. Neat trick. “It’s been a long week.”

“I bet,” I said. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” She moved her eyes to Steve and frowned. “Annoyed, but that’s not fatal.”

“Yeah, I’d have been dead a long time ago if it was,” I said and shrugged. “But I also would have taken a few jerks out with me, so…win some, lose some, I guess.”

She made a small noise that was neither this way nor that and I shut my mouth before I could embarrass myself further. She walked around to his other side. “Who called you?”

“Sam.”

“Did he tell you what happened?”

“Not…exactly,” I said. I didn’t really want to tell her because I wasn’t sure her current sense of humor would allow for me to fake-threaten our mutual friend, but she looked at me so hard I got my bank information and social security number ready to go just in case she wanted them. “I got upset and made a joke about having dibs on kicking Steve’s ass when he’s better. Sam said actually you had it first since Steve was covering you in some explosion?”

Her lips pressed tight for a moment as she stared at Steve. “He didn’t have to.”

“But he’ll probably argue it when he gets up.” I looked at him. “He’s a jerk like that.”

“Yes. He really is,” Natasha said. She started to reach for him, but then abruptly stepped back. “I’m– I can’t deal with him yet.” She started to leave, but stopped at the edge of the curtain. “Are you staying for a while?”

“I think so.” I pulled out my book to show her and set it on my lap. “I don’t really have much else to do today.”

She nodded curtly. “Good. The rest of us do, but Steve…he doesn’t have the best reaction to waking up in medical. It’ll be better if he has a friend.”

I couldn’t imagine anyone having a great reaction to waking up alone, in a hospital, after almost dyi– “I’m on it,” I said before I could delve too deep into those thoughts.

“Thank you,” she said with a brief burst of warmth that almost made her seem like someone else. Then she was back to being aloof. “I’m sure I’ll see you later.”

I didn’t even have time to say “Bye” before the curtain swooshed behind her and settled into place like she was never there.

~

It was a couple of hours before Steve began to stir, and I had only left my seat to stand up and stretch a few times. I didn’t know he was awake at first, until I saw part of the pillow shift, and I put my book on my lap to find him staring at me. Drowsily, but definitely staring.

“Hi.” He squinted and frowned. “Am I dreaming?”

I snorted and put my bookmark in before I set the book on the table. “No. I’m pretty sure your subconscious isn’t that mean to make my face the first one you see.”

He frowned deeper. “My subconscious definitely isn’t that mean to you.”

“Hey, I call it like I see it.” I leaned in closer. We were both quiet, and I was content to stay that way. “I’ve been looking up photos and your teammates are pretty. I mean, Sam alone would be a good sight.”

“Sam is very handsome,” he agreed so easily it made me smile. “But it’s not so bad to wake up to you. Not bad at all.”

“Do they have you on pain meds?” I asked.

He shrugged, and winced as he did so. “Doubt I could tell if they did. I don’t hurt as much anymore, though.”

“Good. That’s good.” I swallowed. “I’m glad you're okay.”

He got a small smile. “Soft.”

“Only right now. You scared the shit out of me.”

Steve lost his smile and opened his eyes wider. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault, it’s just…” It felt like my throat swelled, so I took a second to try and compose myself.

But Steve was alert now and sat up. “Hey, no; come here.”

I didn’t quite know what he meant, until I saw his arms open and, well, why not. I couldn’t help but glance at the door but there was no new noise and nobody I could see, and I leaned in to hug him as gently as I could. He wrapped his arms around me, warm and breathing and feeling like normal. “I’m okay. I’m sorry I scared you.”

“You scared a lot of people,” I said and stayed there until his grip loosened and I could pull back. “But since I’m selfish, yeah; mostly me.”

He smiled weakly and squeezed my hand. “I’m sorry you had to find out.”

“I’m not,” I said. “I’m glad; I…I guess maybe it’s weird for you that I’m here–”

“It’s not,” he said. “It’s definitely not. I’m just sorry I upset you.”

“It’s an upsetting thing.” I shrugged. “Emotions. They kind of suck.”

“Sometimes,” he said. Someone knocked on the door and we both looked when someone came in. I winced as the lights were turned on, but I suddenly realized Steve had still been holding my hand up until that point, when he released it to rub his eyes.

“Oh, sorry Captain,” the doctor said and she smiled at me. “I didn’t realize you had a visitor.”

“Oh, hi Dr. Sherazi,” Steve said, sounding a little brighter. He introduced me to her and we shook hands. I was getting a little tired by all the new people, but I tried not to let it show too much. Steve was worse off; I could be okay for him.

“When I said don’t be a stranger this isn’t quite what I meant,” she said and started checking monitors. When she turned to me, face already expressing apologies, I knew what was coming and I looked at Steve.

“Go home.” He reached out and touched my arm. “I’ll be okay.”

And I didn’t hide myself that well, apparently, because he gave me a Look that said he knew I’d rather be gone. I wasn’t sure whether to feel bad about that or not. “Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yeah. I’m going to call Sam and after that I’ll probably be besieged by people wanting to yell at me.” He cringed. “I…don’t want anyone to see that, really.”

I nodded because I didn’t want to be obnoxious, but after I packed up I asked him, “Is it okay if I come back tomorrow? I don’t– I don’t have any plans, really; but it’s okay if you don’t…”

“I’d like that,” he said and opened one arm. I hugged him one more time and took a real breath for the first time since that phone call.

~

The next day I pre-planned my morning and set off with a few extra supplies. I stopped by a pastry shop on the way and stood in a long line to get a drink for me, fill a thermos for Steve, and buy a few treats which I shoved in my bag with his tightly-lidded coffee. When I got to the hallway and saw the same two guards I braced myself, but they looked resigned when they saw me.

“We apologize for the misunderstanding yesterday,” the dark-hair one said and his partner muttered something similar. “And for our reactions; it was uncalled for.”

I tried to smile as brightly as I could. “It’s okay; I can be a bitch sometimes too so, hey, kindred spirits,” I joked.

He frowned. Deeply. My smile fell. “It was a– I was just kidding; I meant–” I sighed and gave up when his face didn’t change. “I’m sorry,” I said and left.

Steve looked bright-eyed and bushy-tailed when I came in and threw the curtain back into place behind me. “Even when I try to be nice I fucking suck at it,” I said and dumped my bag on the chair.

“Good morning to you too,” Steve chuckled and put his fork down. “What happened?”

I opened my mouth and stopped. He looked normal, healthy, but he was still in a hospital bed. “Don’t worry about it,” I said and put my drink on the side table so I could rifle through my bag. “Here,” I said and handed him the thermos.

“You're my favorite,” he said fervently and took it.

That made me smile again. Pretty big, too. “Also here,” I said and put the two white bags on his tray. “This place didn’t have strawberry so I got you a chocolate and a plain croissant.”

“You’re my favorite person ever,” he said and pushed the hospital’s plates aside so he could dig in.

“Yeah, yeah; eat it before someone else walks in. I didn’t bring enough to share.” I was the best. My smile was almost painful, but luckily Steve was too distracted to notice while I wrestled it under control. “How are you feeling?”

“Better. The burns are gone.” He held up his arm to show me skin instead of gauze.

“I guess you’re not going to be the mummy for Halloween.”

“No, but I could be Frankenstein’s monster maybe.” He extended his neck to show me the scar where his stitches had been.

“Tch.” I sat back. “It’ll be gone in a few days.”

“Like nothing ever happened,” he quipped, too lightly, but that was an issue I didn’t know how to tackle.

“Except for my new blood pressure medication from the heart attack you gave me.”

“Were you that worried?” he asked jokingly.

“Yes,” I said. He went silent and stopped eating. “Looks like I’m not the only one who doesn’t know how to deal with actual concern.”

“I could learn,” Steve said with a softer smile.

“You’ll need to with friends like yours,” I said. “They were all pretty worried.”

He shrugged. “Most.”

Maybe– I hadn’t met all of them– but I was pretty sure I knew who he meant. “I don’t think I would have been allowed in without Tony Stark’s help when he came to visit,” I said. Steve’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “There are some SHIELD guys making sure not just anybody can come in and some random chick claiming to be your friend naturally didn’t make the cut. But when I was about to leave, Tony Stark came up on his way in and made it a thing until Phil Coulson came by and said I could be here.”

“Oh,” Steve said. “I’ll have to thank Tony.”

“Me too, but I’m trying to figure out how,” I said. “I’m thinking the cheesiest fucking card I can find but I don’t think he’d get that I’m joking. That would be awkward.”

Steve smiled. He was about to say something but I caught sight of the book in his lap and I jerked to attention as I suddenly remembered. “I brought you books!” I said and got them out to hand to him. “Just in case you get bored. I almost forgot.”

“Thank you,” he said, laughing, and set them aside. “Did you ‘just remember’ because you know I was going to say something sincere?”

Huh. “No, but wow, I got lucky.”

“Steve, you’ve got to get some friends that aren’t emotionally constipated.”

We both looked to the doorway to see a man with two butterfly bandages on his cheek, a smudge of dirt on his throat (in blatant contrast to his obviously recently washed hair), and a bouquet of flowers in his hands. The price sticker was still on the cellophane wrapping and I snorted at the sight. Perfectly coifed spies and billionaires were something else. This guy was an unmistakable disaster. I could handle that.

“But then how would he relate?” I asked as the man came over to give Steve a hug and place his flowers next to the set from Tony Stark.

“I’m way better with my emotions than you are,” Steve said, looking at me as his friend stood up.

“That’s like saying you’re taller than the ground,” I said. His friend laughed and I…took a little pride in that; sue me. Steve then introduced me to Clint Barton.

“Hawkeye,” Clint said and grinned wolfishly. “But if you don’t know who Captain America is then I’ve got no chance.”

I glared at Steve. “You told people about that?”

“It’s funny,” he said, his smirk nearly matching Clint’s grin for deviousness alone.

But Clint’s face fell when he sniffed the air. “Hey,” he said. “It smells like chocolate in here.”

“She brought me a chocolate croissant,” Steve said.

“Aw.” Clint deflated.

“Yeah, it’s all gone. Sorry,” Steve said.

Clint narrowed his eyes. “You're not sorry at all, are you?”

“Nope,” Steve said cheerfully.

Clint looked at me and jerked his thumb in Steve’s direction. “This guy.”

“Yup, he’s an asshole,” I agreed. I looked at Steve. “But for some reason we like him anyway.”

“For some reason.”

Natasha was apparently the queen of sneaky entrances, but I didn’t jump this time. She was a little steely, until she saw me looking, and then she gave me a real smile and greeted me with a hello.

Maybe she was like a shark waiting to bite, but I hadn’t done anything wrong, so I smiled back. “Hello Natasha.”

“How are you?”

“Oh, I’m all right. You?”

“I’m much better, thank you.”

“I don’t like this,” Clint said, creeping towards the door.

“You two have…met?” Steve asked, not taking his eyes away from Natasha. Smart.

“Briefly,” Natasha said.

She and Steve stared each other down and I looked around but Clint was gone. Oh. I looked at them. “Should I leave?”

Steve opened his mouth. “Please,” Natasha said politely, without looking at me. “We won’t be long.”

“Okay.” I stood up and left my bag at the chair, but I hesitated. However the way they looked at each other– Natasha ready to strike and Steve ready to defend– made this completely out of my league. I slipped out the door and shut it behind me.

“Oh geeze,” Clint said.

I sighed and stared at the door. I didn’t hear anything, but that wasn’t necessarily good. “I can’t believe I was so worried about him almost dying only to lose him like this. Unfair.”

Clint patted my shoulder consolingly.

But only a couple of minutes passed before Natasha opened the door, and she wasn’t covered in blood. That seemed like a good sign. Then again, strangling someone wouldn’t cause a whole lot of blood loss. I couldn’t help but peek in first and Clint did the same, but while Steve looked a little stunned, he was still alive.

“Wow,” I said and went back to my seat.

“I have excellent self-restraint,” she said and leaned against the wall with her arms crossed. “At least we finally got to meet you.” Her tone dipped into teasing. “Steve has been so sly, stealing away all the time for his lunch dates.”

Steve turned red and ducked down. “Come on, Nat.”

“Not very sneaky are you?” I said, even though it was true.

“No, he really isn’t.” Natasha’s lips were tinged with amusement. “But I hear you’re pretty direct yourself.”

I shrugged. “Guilty.” I looked elsewhere. “I don’t have the best filter.”

“You’re fine,” Steve said.

Maybe, but most likely not really. He was probably just being nice to me because I had fallen to pieces the day before. I cleared my throat and sat back when I realized I was leaning close to Steve. I could do this; I could make nice with his friends. I hoped. “By the way Natasha, thanks for that photo of Steve chucking Sam into the water. It’s my desktop background.”

“It’s what?!”

I ignored Steve and so did Natasha, but Clint laughed. Natasha smiled. “I’m glad you appreciated it. It is one of my favorite photos I’ve ever taken.”

I realized something then and dared to get my hopes up. “Steve. Surfing. Is there video?”

“Of course” and “Of course not” came in unison from Natasha and Steve respectively, and he whipped his head in her direction so fast I heard his neck crack.

“Natasha,” he pleaded.

“That’s very valuable blackmail though,” she told me. “I have stories that would unseat politicians I’d charge less for.”

“How much to peek at stills?”

“I’m sure your job is lovely, but it’s still probably more than you make.”

“A recounting of the experience?”

“Hmm…how detailed?”

“I’ll take subject-verb-object at this point.”

“Steve surfed wave.” Her lips curled devilishly. “Wave surfed Steve.”

“Two sentences?” I gasped.

“Well, I like you,” she said.

“Hey Clint,” Steve said. “Do me a favor and tell the doc I want those experimental pain meds she was trying to talk me out of. Or just, anything that makes me unconscious so I don’t have to hear Nat get sweet-talked into giving up that video.”

“Wow, you really do believe in me,” I said. “It’s okay though, my imagination can take it from here.”

Steve’s mouth screwed downwards. “I have no friends. Everyone I love is dead to me.” He looked thoughtful. “Or dead.”

That was so delightfully dark it shocked me into laughter, and Clint too by the sound of it. Natasha, however, punched him so hard he actually said “Ow!” and rubbed his arm.

I stayed with them for a couple of hours, until my patience began to fray and I started checking the clock. Not that Natasha and Clint weren't great (I might have fallen a little in love with her when she made a “Die Hard” joke so wonderfully dumb that Clint got caught up in a groan while he laughed) but I was just…getting tired. Before I could attempt some pathetic excuse, though, my phone buzzed and I pulled it out.

Pepper: You might want to warn Steve that Tony is on his way.

“Oh boy,” I said and fired off a quick ‘thanks.’ When I looked up they were all staring at me, and I looked at Steve to get my grounding. “Pepper just said Tony Stark’s on his way.”

“‘Oh boy’ is right.” Steve grimaced. “You should probably go before he gets here.”

I hesitated, because that seemed a little crappy, however…I knew my limits. “Yeah, I– I don’t think I have the energy for him.”

“Don’t worry.” Natasha took a seat. “We’ll supervise.”

“Aww,” Clint said, but he showed absolutely no sign of moving. How someone could lean almost 180 degrees in a chair that was very solidly 90 degrees (if not less) and even pretend to look comfortable I had no idea, but more power to him.

I packed up and stopped to hug Steve. He held me a little longer than I expected. “Don’t worry; I’ll be out by tonight,” he said and let go. “And as soon as I’m done with debriefs, I’ll let you know. I still owe you lunch.”

“So you better stick around.” I stood. “I’ll collect. Someday.”

“I won’t hold my breath on that one,” he said.

I held my heart and looked in Clint and Natasha’s direction. “He’s learning.”

I got a pillow to the face, but Natasha got a new cushion. And while Steve may have been annoyed…he was okay. And he was going to continue to be okay.

Win-win.

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No Place I’d Rather Be

Title: No Place I’d Rather Be

Word Count: 3.4k-ish

Warnings: Mentions of blood, my bad writing

A/N: This is my first posted fic, so yeah, it is probably gonna suck.  There, you have officially been warned.  Feedback is welcome, but if you have a hate comment, please tell me what I did wrong and how I can improve, thanks!

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“C’mon, Doll, stay with me,” Bucky pleads desperately, wide eyes staring at you as your vision starts to fade to black at the edges.  Bucky’s hands press into the wound on your side and blood seeps through his fingers.  Your eyes start to droop and your head is too heavy to lift up anymore, making it fall to the side.  Bucky taps your face back up, “Nono, you gotta stay awake,” you snap your eyes open a moment before your eyelids feel like magnets pulling themselves closed, “Look at me, C’mon, just look at me. Sweetheart, please, you gotta stay with me.”  He presses harder into your side, backup is coming, but you’re losing too much blood and he can’t make it stop.  You’re slipping away through his fingertips and he can’t do anything to save you.

“Bucky…” you mumble, but your lips become sealed as a weight pulls you away from reality.  Bucky’s panicked face hovers over your own, mumbling something you can’t understand anymore before darkness takes hold of you.

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Bucky’s heart drops as your body goes limp under his touch, “No, you gotta—you gotta stay awake—you can’t-,” his words catch in his throat as he hears the familiar sounds of the jet engines and he pulls you into his arms, carrying you bridal style as the jet lands and he rushes inside where the rest of the team is waiting, stepping over a few dead bodies along the way.

“What happened?!” Natasha shouts as Bucky lays you on the floor, grabbing supplies to help stop the bleeding.

“They surrounded us, we took them out, but one of them got a couple rounds in her,” Bucky grumbles as the plane takes off and begins its journey back to the compound as quickly as it can.

~~~

When they arrive at the compound, a medical crew is already at the platform and they take you to the med bay. Bucky refuses to leave your side, so Steve holds him back so the doctors can take you into surgery.  

“You have to let them work, Buck,” Steve says while keeping a tight grip on his friend’s arm, preventing him from following you.

The team waits outside the med bay in the waiting room, worried faces coating each of their features, they all know you, they all care about you.  

You came on the team about a year ago, a shy little thing, honest but kind, independent but not challenging.  You hardly spoke to anyone for the first month of joining the team, but once you got comfortable, you became a ball of sunshine.  You put up with Sam’s games and even play along sometimes, Nat and Wanda are your close friends and you would often have a drink with them and just chat your night away, Tony admires you for your soft nature and your fascination with weapon designs.  You listen to Bruce when he goes on tangents, even if you never really understand what he is saying, Steve holds you close to his heart as his family, you’re so gentle and understanding, he wants to make sure you stay safe.  But to Bucky, you are something else, you came to the compound and were quiet and kept to yourself, but the first time you ever heard his nightmares in the middle of the night, you rushed to his room and stayed beside him, soothed him as best as you could.  It became a habit, and eventually you two began to talk more and more.  He found that you have strict morals and almost never break them, and although you are quiet, you have a mind of your own. You are self-conscious about several things, you’re a fierce fighter and have a good aim with a gun, but surprisingly enough prefer knives.  He also noticed that you like your coffee with only one scoop of sugar and eat the cheese off your pizza first then the crust, you like rom-com movies and action thrillers, but never horror.  You pick at your nails when you are nervous, and furrow your brow when you are concentrating, and last but not least, he understands how he is falling in love with you, and the fact that you are now on the brink of death has his heart clenching, stomach twisting, and fear coursing through his veins.

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A few hours pass and most of the team has showered and changed out of their uniforms only to come back to the waiting room and pass out from exhaustion.  The mission has taken its toll and everyone is feeling the effects of the sleep deprivation, adrenalin rush, and good ol’ butt kicking. Bucky is sitting next to Steve with his head in his hands as his knee taps nervously when the doctor comes out, settling in front of the team.  Bucky shoots out of his seat and stares at the man in anticipation as the others all wake up from their light, uneasy sleep. “Miss Y/L/N’s surgery went well, we removed three bullets from her abdomen and gave her some blood.  She has a broken rib, nothing too serious, but we have wrapped it to keep it steady, a few stitches here and there.  She should heal up just fine...but…” “But?  But, what?” Bucky interrupts, a new wave of fear crashing over him. “...She is in a coma,” the doctor answers wearily, “She could wake up in a few days, a few weeks, it is hard to tell right now.  You can all go an see her, if you’d like, she’s in room seven.” Everyone nods their heads and makes their way to your room, but Bucky waits at the door, his heart being torn to shreds at the sight of you.  You look so pale, so lifeless.  The team says a few things and holds your hand or plants a kiss on your forehead, pain and worry eating away at them.  They know you, you’re their teammate, their friend, their family, and here you are, laying in med bay in a coma. After everyone else leaves, Bucky slowly enters the room, the lighting is darker due to it being night time, but he can see your bruises and cuts perfectly and his heart aches.  He sits in the chair beside your bed and watches you breathe for a moment, it calms him, the steady rise and fall of your chest, you are alive.  He hovers a hand over yours before taking hold of it, a strangled sob breaking through once he does: you’re so cold.  He scoots his chair closer and places his metal hand beneath yours while his flesh one curls on top and around your wrist, feeling your pulse beating against his fingers. “It wasn’t supposed to be you, y/n, not you,” He says while trying to keep the lump in his throat at bay, resting his head on their hands, a few tears escaping his hold and falling on your fingers, “Not you.”  Despite his efforts, he slowly falls asleep right there in the med bay, his dream dragging him back to their mission.

*Flashback*

Bucky turns back and shoots another man down as you both run into the woods from the base you had infiltrated, “They’re on our tails, y/n!”

“You think I don’t know that?” you snap breathlessly, reloading your gun with a clip from your belt as you run and turn to shoot a couple more guards.

Generally, neither of you run from a fight, and this time isn’t any different, but you need to thin the herd a little.  The intel has been gathered, now it is just getting a few of the stragglers that are insisting on being a thorn in your sides and are currently chasing you and Bucky through the woods.

You both slow your pace so the enemy can come closer, but don’t anticipate the four men appearing in front of you, guns raised and ready to fire.  Snapping into action, improvising with the new situation, Bucky shoots a round before getting his gun knocked out of his hands, then charges after a couple of men.  You shoot behind you then grab the knife on your back and throwing into one guard’s throat.  Another aims at you, so you spin around and kick the gun from his hands, and the man tackles you to the ground, casting a solid punch to your jaw.  After landing a few solid hits, the man now lays unconscious beside you.  You scramble for your gun and shoot a few more that followed you from the base and Bucky throws a man into a tree, knocking him out before shooting two others with the gun he picked up from one of the guards.  

It goes quiet a for a minute, the crisis averted, and Bucky jogs over and stretches out a hand for you, which you take willingly and he lifts you to your feet.  You stifle a small scream from the pain that shoots through your side and Bucky instantly hovers closer, noticing the grimace on your face, “You alright?” he questions sternly as you hold your ribs.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, think I might—Bucky!” you scream his name as one of the previously unconscious guards raises his gun, aiming straight at Bucky.  With no time to stop the trigger from being pulled, you slip between Bucky and the guard as he fires, an intense pain ripping through your stomach.

Bucky whips his head around and quickly shoots the man in the head and looks back at you, “y/n?”  you stumble backwards into his arms as your legs start to give out, “Woah, nonono, you—what did you do?” Bucky grabs hold of you and lays you on the ground, his eyes widening as he sees the blood quickly staining your uniform.  In an instant, he activates the coms to the team before pressing on your wounds, “Guys!  y/n’s been hit, I need an emergency exit, now!”

“We are on our way,” Natasha’s voice answers over the intercom.

Bucky looks back at you and sees you staring blankly at the sky, “What did you do?!”

You watch the bird flying up above as the half-bare trees dance in the wind, then your eyes become heavy as your head becomes light, “I don’t—I can’t,” you mumble, but your words are thick and slurred, your lips becoming increasingly harder to move.

Bucky looks down and sees your eyes fluttering closed, “C’mon, Doll, stay with me.”

*End Flashback*

It has been a little over a week since the mission and you are still out cold.  Steve had to convince Bucky to leave your side after the first couple of days, but he always ended up back next to you.  He would wake up in the morning after a not-so-restful sleep, check on you then go to the gym to let out his frustrations, shower, and eat breakfast before going back to sit next to you.  He talks to you, sometimes reading you the book you had given him as a gift, others times he tells stories or holds a one way conversation, but he eventually falls silent and just holds your hand, curling his fingers around your wrist so he can feel your pulse.  Some of the others join him throughout the day, talking and checking on you, but most of the visits are short.

Bucky traces his fingers across your hand, it is warmer and has more color than it did the first night, but he misses the way your fingers would lace with his after he had a nightmare, your quiet laugh that echoed through him, the way you scrunch your nose when you get excited, and, damn, he misses your beautiful eyes, the way they light up when you are happy and the way you never looked at him like he was broken, or with hatred because of his past, you just saw him.  He wishes he would have told you how he felt sooner, tell you that he loves you, because now, staring at you as you are in a coma, holding your hand, but not feeling it squeeze against his, it makes him wonder why the hell he waited so long.  All the reasons he had before to wait don’t seem to matter anymore, not when you are like this.

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A few more days pass, you have been in med bay for nearly two weeks and it is taking a harsh toll on Bucky.  He is with you most of the days, dark circles under his eyes from exhaustion, and now he is dead asleep with his head on top of your entangled fingers.

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Your head is pounding and there is a strange beeping in the background, but you struggle to move as your limbs are as heavy as a ton of bricks.  Slowly over the next few minutes, the cloud in your head clears and the throbbing in your head dulls into a faint thumping as the weight finally lifts off your bones.  You stir and pull up your hands, only to be stopped when one of them refuses to budge.  Eyes opening, someone sits in the chair next to you and they have a death grip on your hand.  As everything comes to focus, you recognize Bucky, the man who has been by your side through thick and thin, and your heart warms at the sight of him.

The evening sunlight shines through the windows painting the room with a soft glow as the bustle of the city is calming down in the streets.  A soft snore comes from the man next to you as he rests his head on your hands and you smother a giggle, he is adorable as he sleeps.  Bucky holding your hand isn’t really a new thing, in fact, whenever he had a nightmare you would always sit next to him and take his hand in yours, a silent whisper to tell him he isn’t alone.  You hate how he felt the need to isolate himself in his time of distress as if the people around him didn’t care about him, and you really care about him.  As time continued, Bucky let you in, became your friend, your solid ground in the chaos, he gradually grew to be the most important person in your life.

The heart monitor continues its steady beeping as the doctor enters the room quietly with a soft smile, “Hey, it’s good to see you awake,” she whispers as she approaches the bed, “How are you feeling?”

“Sore, but alive, thank you, miss Alenta,” you answer in a small voice, careful not to wake the sleeping super-soldier next to you.  

The doctor checks a few things on the machines and asks you a few questions and answers a few of yours before turning her gaze to Bucky, her eyes relaxing at the sight, “He’s been here every day since the mission, he’s hardly slept.  I’ve had to call Steve so he can drag him out of here just so he will take care of himself, but he always comes back,” she smiles at you and writes a few things on her clipboard.

“Thank you for taking care of him,” you say, surprise making your words a little rocky.  Bucky and you are close, but you didn’t think he was so attached that he would be here all the time, it makes your heart leap in your chest.  You don’t want to imagine that he possibly might like you as more than a friend, you can’t risk that, because if you do, you will fall head over heels and you won’t survive the heartbreak if he doesn’t catch you.

The nurse leaves the room after informing you of your healing schedule and prescribing a few medications for the pain.  The sun is now setting and last rays of sunshine create a halo-like appearance over Bucky’s head, causing a soft smile to form on your lips.  Raising your hand that is still held tightly in his grip, the stubble of his beard tickles your skin as you run your fingers along the side of his face.  His head shifts and raises slightly, eyes cracking open.

“Hey there, sleeping beauty,” you whisper.

Bucky’s jumps to his feet and his hand comes to the side of your face, wide eyes searching yours, “You’re awake,” he breathes and the relief in his voice is evident as he presses his forehead against yours.

You melt into his touch and smile, “Yeah, I am.”

He pulls back and his blue eyes shift between yours, “You—The doctor, you need the doctor,” he says before starting to pull away to leave, but you grab his hand and pull him back.

“She’s already been in here, I’m alright.”

Bucky gives you a questioning look, “How long have you been awake?”

“Not too long, just about an hour.”

Bucky takes a seat on the edge of your bed, “An hour?  You could have woken me up.”

“You looked too peaceful, besides, doc said you haven’t been sleeping much,” you mumble, relaxing as his hand tightens around yours.

“Can’t sleep when my best gal’ won’t wake up,” he admits softly, the sincerity in his voice sending chills down your spine as a blush creeps on your cheeks at his sentiment.  A few moments pass before Bucky speaks up again, “I’m sorry, I should have checked the guard, I should have seen him, I—”

“Woah, Woah, hey, stop,” you cut him off as his voice cracks, grabbing the back of his head and pressing your forehead to his once again, trying to soothe his mind, “This isn’t your fault, this-this is just what happens sometimes, you can’t predict everything.  I know you wouldn’t purposely put me in danger, Buck.”

Bucky takes a shaky breath as your fingers brush the base of his head and he presses further against you, “Why did you do it?”

“I-I,” you start, recalling the fear that you felt on the mission when you saw the gun pointed at him, “I don’t know, I just—” he pulls back, not by much, but enough to look you in the eyes and he watches you carefully, “I saw the gun and I couldn’t stop it, I couldn’t just do nothing, you-you’re too important to me.”

“I almost lost you,” he says, voice barely a whisper as he grips your hand tighter, tears glazing over his eyes, “I can’t-I can’t lose you, not you.”

“Hey,” you soothe, bringing your intertwined hands between them and resting them on your chest, “I’m right here.”

“But what if you weren’t, what if it was too late?  I can’t lose you, the last two weeks have been hell because I couldn’t see you walk into the kitchen in the morning with a sleepy smile as you make yourself a cup of coffee, never forgetting to leave enough for Sam.  I couldn’t see the way your eyes light up when you get excited or hear your banter with Tony.  The training room was too quiet because you weren’t there to make snag remarks and complain when Natasha throws you into the ground, or hear your happy cheer when you successfully land a new move.  You weren’t next to me on the couch to hog the blankets when I tried to read or watch TV.  You weren’t there to get all riled up when I make fun of your favorite music, which I only do so I can see the playing glint in your eyes and hear that beautiful laugh I love so much—I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t here,” he pauses and sweeps his thumb over your cheeks, wiping away the stray tear that you were unable to contain at his confession, “I love you, I love you.”

You pull him to you and crash your lips against his, he responds immediately, lips moving gently with yours, filling the kiss with every emotion you both were trying to convey, the love and fear settling in your bones.  There are no fireworks as the tall tales say, but the way your heart skips a few beats and the electricity that runs through your veins at that moment has you on cloud nine.  Bucky tilts your head up and deepens the kiss before reluctantly pulling away, lips lightly brushing against yours, “I love you too,” you whisper and Bucky captures your lips once more before letting go and sitting back up.  

The adoration and love Bucky finds in your eyes as he takes you in sends his heart fluttering in his chest, you really are something else, and he can’t get enough, “When you get outta here, I’m takin’ you out on a date, how ‘bout it, Sweetheart?”

“No place I’d rather be.”

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Tortured Souls. (15)

With: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

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Warnings: Pain.

Word Count: 4,000

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Bucky.

He was in the city grabbing a few things for basic survival when he saw the building burning in flames.

He tried to forget it and let the fireman do the work, but the screams took him there and he saved them. He was wearing a jacket and gloves to make sure no one would spot him.

When he got back to the abandoned house he found solace on, he grabbed the plums he had bought and ate them wondering if it was better to run away.

He knew Steve would be searching for him.

Knock knock knock.

Someone knocked on the door and Bucky stood up from his spot on the floor. He looked at the windows and walked to it with a knife in his left hand and his right fist ready to whoever it was while walking silently closer. “Buck!” Sam yelled, Bucky shook his head and opened the door not waiting to walk back to his previous spot.

Sam and Steve entered and looked at the terrible place. “How you two found me?”

“The building that caught fire, and we followed you from the market through here.” Sam answered.

Steve looked at his friend up and down. “We came to grab you.”

Bucky looked at Steve and saw how he was using uniform, it was like he was in Romania all over again. “Needed the uniform to do so?”

“I just came back from a mission, we didn’t lose time before-” Steve explained and trailed off.

Sam saw Steve break. “Before you ran off again.” He finished.

“I’m sorry but you two lost time.” Bucky said in a small voice. He was so tired.

Steve shook his head. “Come on Bucky, come home.”

“I can’t Steve… I can’t go back there.”

“And what will you do? Hid in here forever? Keep jumping place to place?“ Steve asked.

“I don’t know.“ 

Sam let a puff of air and placed his hands on his hips. “Man, I know you are sad and angry but this is not how we fix it. Please come back with us, when Y/N get better you two can talk.”

“And then what will I say? ‘Sorry that I punched you’ “ He said and the words tasted like vinegar on his tongue. “ ‘Sorry I can't trust my own mind?‘ Sam looked at Steve sadly. ‘Sorry that I hurt you so badly that you needed to be in a fucking coma to heal-‘” His voice broke and Steve hugged his friend.

Bucky cried on Steve’s shoulder and Sam looked at his feet, he couldn’t blame his friend and he understood how he was feeling.

The place was silent for a few seconds, Steve grabbed Bucky’s shoulder and looked into his eyes. “Come back with us and we will fix it.” Steve proposed. “Y/N-” Bucky’s face bent, he couldn’t even hear your name. “She didn’t come back yet, I visited her and she is doing better. Come back and then we can work this, in the Compound. I can make an appointment with that psychologist you went a few years prior and then-”

Bucky scoffed. “Seriously? And what will I tell him?” It wasn’t exactly normal to say ’I have been tortured for years and then when I thought things go better some villain made be hurt people again, oh, by the way, the person I hurt was my beautiful girlfriend.’

Sam saw Steve rolling his eyes. “He is professional and takes care of other agents, you know Tony and Y/N had gone to him already. It will help you to get better.”

Bucky looked reluctantly.

"You have a job, you can’t just forget that.” Steve added.

After a few more talk he agreed and entered the rented car Sam grabbed to find the location they hid the quinjet.

In the car Bucky was driving since he asked too, he wanted to be under the control of the situation.

Sam was in the backseat gazing at Bucky, Sam was his friend but was also yours.

And he didn’t blame Bucky for running away feeling guilty, but for running away without being there to help you. Sam had grown to watch him running every time you got injured on a mission. But he was tired of it. “Your big plan was to run away?”

“Sam…” Steve said knowing the situation was way different than the others, but Sam just shook his head.

“You always do that, Y/N love you man, and you two are dating now, you were supposed to stay at the Compound, put yourself together and take care of her to the day she comes back. She doesn’t blame you.”

“Do you know that?” Bucky asked with a serious face never taking his eyes off the road.

“That what?”

“That she doesn’t blame me.” His voice softened.

Sam shrugged his shoulders. “She never does.”

“But I never hurt her before.” He had a good point.

“Can we skip that talk? I’m tired and I think we all need to clear our thoughts a bit.” Steve said almost as a order.

He was dead tired and hearing Sam bickering wasn’t the most tempting way to relax.

Sam let a mocked laugh but stood silently. It would be better to fix it all at home.

They took the quinjet and flew back to the Compound. Bucky flew it always aware of his surrounds, he didn’t want any surprise.

                               …

In the Compound, Sam and Steve made turns to make sure Bucky wouldn’t run away. “You know I don’t need nannies right?”

Sam nodded. “Yep, but we need to talk.”

Y/N.

Natasha spoke to you and apologized, she said it was understandable for you to be mad at her but she hoped you could find forgiveness in your heart.

You said you could someday, but you were really hurt. That her lack of trust in you did hurt.

Besides that, all was the same.

You called Fury but Tony took the phone out of your hand, you asked to send a team already before Artem could run off. Fury said he would find the best team and it would soon finish it all.

                               …

Later after your dinner you were resting and regaining your strength, your phone was near and you unlocked it and saw a few pictures with Bucky.

How everything went to shit in that way?

And why?

You opened your messages and wrote at least five texts to Bucky before deleting it all. You read the old messages and a small smile appeared on your face.

The weeks you two were together it were the best. You just wanted him back, even if it took some time for each other find the way.

You: ‘Hey, I’m okay. I miss you.’ You sent the text and watched the screen as if something would pop. You wanted to say something more elaborated, say how much you love and forgave him… But you just couldn’t manage it.

You locked your phone and paid attention to the movie. One of the nurses came giving you the medication and seeing your blood pressure. 

You asked her about her life, if she had any child or a husband/wife. She said she did and they were happy with the opportunity Mr. Stark was giving. Of course Tony was being generous with the salary, and since they had to leave their house and make extra shifts the money was really acceptable.

You smiled and said that loved her presence and she and the others were great professionals.

Tony hung out with Bruce and Natasha so you were alone in your room.

Your phone beeped and you searched it smiling thinking it could be Bucky. 

But it was Sam.

Sam: ’He is here.’

You knew he meant Bucky, you smiled happy that he was safe.

You: ’How is he?’

Sam: ’He looks like shit. Really bad because of everything. Steve made an appointment with Doctor Martin, he will go tomorrow.’

You: ’Want to call Stephen? I mean Artem injected a few medicines that attacked his brain. I think is better to make sure he is okay.’

Stephen Strange was a brilliant doctor, you had met the man before and secretly discussed with him of ways to ’save’ Bucky. You explained the situation and he said that unfortunately just opening and ripping one part of his brain wouldn't the erase of the words-commands. The door of your room opened and you saw Tony.

You: ’Tony is here, look just please take care of him. If he asks to say that I’m okay and… and I don’t hate him. Tell him I love him and I’ll always do.’

You locked your phone and took a deep breath, which Tony saw. “What? Keeping secrets from me?”

“No.” You stated with a small smile. “It was Sam, Bucky is there and he just wanted to tell me.”

“Why? He wasn’t before?” Tony asked, you had forgotten he thought it was Artem that hurt you.

Shit.

“He went on a small mission with Steve, I asked if he was okay because you know how bad he is with technology. If Steve is terribly at it already, imagine if he had a vibranium left hand.” You joked and he looked at you confused about the sudden explanation. Keeping things as secrets were growing harder. “Anyhow, where is Bruce?”

“They went back home, Natasha wants to personally find Artem.” He sat on the bed by your side and ate the other half of the apple you were eating. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just happy I’m healing and we are alive.”

Bucky.

He went to the doctor Steve send, he was waiting in the room with shaking hands. “James Barnes.”

It was a private place with the need for scheduled hours, but yet Bucky got there an hour earlier.

He entered the place and saw the look the secretary gave him.

The doctor pointed to the couch and set in his armchair. “Buck, when was the last time that I saw you? Four years ago?” Bucky nodded and fidgeted with his fingers. “The last one I had an appointment with was Y/N, how is she?”

Bucky bowed his head. “She is okay.” He lied, what could he say?

Martin saw his reluctance but allowed so, his job was about to hear his patients.

And each one was different, but all of them took some time to open up.

Bucky was the hardiest to talk with, it took at least twenty sessions just to hear something intimidate about his life on the previous encounters.

“Whenever you want.” The doctor said and Bucky just stood there padding his feet and looking at the watch now and then. He just wanted to leave.

On the end, the session was useless, when it made a hour, Bucky stood up, thanked the doctor for the attention and left the place not waiting for Steve.

                          …

Bucky and Steve were training when Fury appeared in the gym. “Good morning.”

Steve stopped his movements and placed his hair to the side in the lovely way he does. “Morning.”

“I have a mission, Y/N is desperate and before she torn all the stitches I need you two to get ready and go on a mission after Artem.” Bucky breath got faster just hearing the name. “We tracked him in Ohio and I will send a team. You two and Wilson are scaled. Romanoff and Banner too.”

Steve and Bucky got ready and Steve asked if he was okay to go on a mission, particularly in that one.

Bucky bowed his head and said a firm and solo, yes. That he needed to do it. For you. And for him.

                               …

They managed to circle the place and grab the man, he was looking like shit! Apparently, all the plans went wrong and Hydra forsook him.

When Natasha gave the man a few punches just to discount a bit of everything he ruined on her friendship with you, the man looked at Bucky up and down, looked at his arm and smirked. “I guess the pretty lady aren't with you anymore. The arm was already horrendous, but I bet the only thing she can see now is the pain you made her feel.” Bucky's breath got out of place, and Natasha looked at him confused, she didn’t know it was him that hurt you.

“I bet you are happy.” Sam said and grabbed Artem’s arm taking him out of the place. “Come on, Shakespeare.”

Bucky followed Sam but Natasha grabbed his arm making him turn around. “You were the one that did it to Y/N?” She asked mad.

Steve intervened. “Nat look it wasn’t him-”

“Back off, Steve.” She cut his words. “Answer me.” She said firmly and Bucky just nodded his head, she punched his face and kicked his stomach, he could have dodged it but he felt like he deserved.

Steve saw the scene and shook his head. “I can’t believe it!” She shouted and left the place.

Steve helped his friend but Bucky ignored his hands that showed assistance. “Let’s go.” He coldly answered and walked back to the quinjet.

Y/N.

Tony’s phone rang and he answered it pausing the movie you two were watching. “Hello.” Knowing Fury wasn’t the type that made the normal 'Hey, I’m fine, how are you?’ You waited for the end of the call. “Okay, I will tell her.” He hung up and you looked at him confused. “Fury sent a few people and they grabbed Artem. He is in SHIELD middle-of-the-ocean's prison.”

You jolted in the bed with an ear to ear smile. “Really? Yes! Finally, I can’t believe it. It’s over, Tony.” You laughed completely happy. “It’s over.”

“Finally! Now will you stop all the worries and relax?”

Your smile faded a bit, of course, things would be easier to deal with, but you were still hurt and Bucky was still avoiding you. “Yes, I will. Did the doctor said when we can go back to the Compound?”

“Not yet, let’s make sure you heal and then we can discuss. After all, we still have a court to attend.”

“I thought Sharon was being blamed.”

“And she is, but if she or Artem tells them about all the things you did a few years back they will interrogate you.”

You hoped they wouldn’t. But you knew better than that.

Bucky.

Steve and Sam accompanied Bucky to a special doctor who was popular for having ’excellent’ patients.

It was closer to SHIELD and Bucky told him what happened. Since he didn’t know what sort of substance was injected on him Sam texted you and you told him since you couldn’t shake the words Artem had said.

The doctor said it was all okay and made a magnetic resonance imaging to make sure.

Stephen Strange appeared saying he wanted to see the exams too.

Steve looked at Sam worried about why suddenly Stephen appeared, but the super-hero-doctor said that you asked him a favor and he promised he would help.

3 Weeks Later.

With the passing of the weeks Bucky had three appointments per week with the psychologist and Steve and Sam made sure he would burn some steam and keep his head in place.

Fury always send missions but Steve only allowed the simplest ones, he didn’t want to take any chance of having his friend dying out of purposed clumsiness.

Bucky looked at your text every day, he wanted to answer but he couldn’t.

He didn’t have an idea of what to send back.

Y/N.

You were feeling way better and told Tony hundreds of times it was the time to go home.

Tony, on the other hand, said you needed more rest and would only go back home when the doctor gave you the green sign

2 Weeks Later.

Finally, you could go home. Tony prepared the jet and you were feeling amazing to be able to go back.

Italia was beautiful and the atmosphere made every heartbeat sounder, but not while being locked in a home above a bed on a slow healing process.

Landing in the the private hangar, Happy appeared driving the Roll Royce and you smiled seeing your old friend. “The kid is crazy about you, I couldn’t shake him.” He said and before you could ask what he meant Peter got out of the car and ran to you.

“I’m so glad you are okay!” He said and you smiled going for a hug.

Tony looked at Happy. “Couldn’t shake him?”

“I tried okay? He literally hid in the trunk.” Happy said pissed.

Peter looked at Tony hoping he hadn’t done something bad.

Tony rolled his eyes and opened his arms. “Hey kid.” Peter smiled and hugged the man.

Tony walked to the other cars where each one of the vehicles would drive the nurses home, he thanked for all the work and send them away. 

Tony walked back and looked at Happy before entering the car. “Let’s go.”

Peter made questions and you explained the best you could.

You were tired and wanted to see your friends, you really did. But you let it for the next day. “Peter how about the four of us have some dinner together?”

Happy looked at you in the driver mirror with a smile. “Me included?”

“Alway included!” He smiled and Tony chuckled. “Oh, by the way, I saw Jordan last month, he sent his regards.”

Happy scoffed. “Yeah, problematical kid! Hopefully, he is less of a troublemaker now. Running through a fire, urgh." He scoffed.

You smile seeing Happy’s face, he honestly hated running around after you and Jordan. “I guess, yeah.”

You smiled remembering Jordan, when it all ends you will visit him for sure.

                               …

The next day Natasha and Wanda prepared a special lunch for your welcoming party.

Tony wasn’t really enamored of the idea of having his Compound dirty, but he let it pass when Natasha shouted him a glare.

Steve asked her to not tell Tony of your wound’s responsible, she was reluctantly at first but nodded knowing I would be a problem in your life if Tony figured it out.

Thor fixed whatever problem he had in Asgard and went to attend the lunch bringing his charismatic smile.

Clint, Laura, and the kids went too which was awesome. Fury and Maria were there with some agents that you held some empathy on.

Everyone but Bucky.

Sam saw your sad face even when you were talking with the guests elegantly. He pulled Steve to the side while Wanda and Vision were preparing some Sokovian dish, and told him they had to find Bucky.

Tony realized the absence of Bucky but shrugged and paid attention to his beer and Rhodey.

Steve and Sam excused themselves saying they needed to pick up your represent, you looked at them worried but Steve had the look that said. 'I will find him.’

                               …

Sam and Steve bickered the whole drive around the town saying they had to pay more attention.

It was comically irritating both of them fighting like an old married couple.

They searched Bucky’s apartment, Steve’s apartment, the animal's shelter, the café Bucky loved to go with you.

But just then when Sam grabbed his phone to see the hour he remembered that he hadn’t called Buck.

He clicked his name and after three rings Bucky answered the call.

Sam took a deep breath relieved but also mad that he hadn’t the idea before.

“Man, where are you?”

“In an old house, 30 minutes from the Compound.” Bucky was in the one he took you in before the mission.

Sam asked more specifically and drove there with Steve.

They spotted the house and Steve looked at Sam worried, it wasn’t the most convenient house.

Bucky was in the backyard cutting firewood. “I didn’t run off.” He said not stopping his activity.

Steve bowed his head to the side.

“Sorry, but we searched and you weren’t there.” He said and looked at how worried Bucky was deep inside.

“She is there?”

Sam crossed his arms and nodded. “Yes, and she is alright.”

Bucky just nodded finishing the last piece of wood and holding them taking it inside.

Sam and Steve followed and looked around the house, surely the first impression didn’t hold any worth when they saw how homey it was inside.

They saw Bucky working around the place and asked why he hadn’t told anyone, he said it was some sort of hobby and it was something he needed to do alone.

Sam was expert with veterans and found it good that Bucky found something else to do.

“She wants to see you.” Sam cut the silence but Bucky kept walking around grabbing things here and there, trying to make his mind occupied. “Man, snap out of it. The sooner you talk to her it will be the best.”

He stopped his movements and took a deep breath. “I don’t know what to say.”

Sam wasn’t the best with advice. “Maybe seeing her you’ll find words.” But a few soap operas made good to him.

Bucky shrugged. “Maybe.”

Steve grabbed his shoulder and squeezed it. “Come on, we will be there the whole time.”

Sam promised and Bucky took a few minutes to agree, he would have to face you sooner or later.

Compound.

Bucky joined the place and saw how was full of people, it wasn’t something big but he was used to having just a small quantity of people around.

He saw Fury, he saw Clint and then he saw you.

You looked beautiful wearing the ripped jeans you loved and the black t-shirt. He always smiled seeing how beautiful you could make simple clothes look.

Sam gave his shoulder a pad and walked to call you.

Bucky’s hands were sweating and he didn’t know what to do with them, he placed inside the pockets of his jeans but it wasn’t right so he took it off, he crossed his arms but it didn’t feel right neither.

He walked to the couches and sat in one of them. What would he say?

He was nervous on a galactic level.

He took a deep breath and waited.

Y/N.

You were talking with Clint and his younger son Nathaniel on your front hugging you while he looked up at his father talking. “It doesn’t make sense, I was waiting for something more and suddenly they forgot the whole plot, I swear if The Walking Dead don’t-”

Sam cut Clint’s words and messed with Nathaniel’s hair. “Y/N/N. Sorry, but can you come here real quick?” Sam asked and he didn’t wait before hugging your side and practically dragging you out of there.

When you two left the outside area you saw Bucky’s head and your breath got raged.

You wanted to talk with him, you had spent days thinking about what to say. But seeing him close made you nervous. “I can’t.” You murmured to make sure he wouldn’t hear, Sam nodded his head and walked you outside.

Sam saw your breath breaking be holding your arms looking into your eyes. “Look it’s okay. You can see him later. Don’t worry.” You nodded and he hugged you.

“I want to but-” Your voice broke and you were trying to forget his face when his hands were around your neck.

Your face started to burn remembering the feeling of the punches. 

You couldn’t breathe, you were sweating, your eyes started to black out. The room was spinning around you, your chest quickly lifting and falling as panic ran through your veins.

“Y/N.” Someone said far. “Sam what did you do?”

“Nothing!” And you felt someone walking taking you inside, cold sweat leaving your body. 

A few minutes later you saw Tony and Natasha in your room.

“Shit.” You rubbed your face feeling embarrassed. “I ruined everyone’s lunch.”

“Don’t worry." Nat said and gave you a glass of water. “Can you leave us alone?” She asked Tony and he looked at you silently asking. You nodded and he left leaving you and her in private. “I know it must be hard see him.”

“What?” She didn’t know it was him, right?

“I know who hurt you.” She stated and sat by your side, you widened your eyes, you told Steve to avoid telling anyone.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Tony.” She promised.

“I love him, but I can’t see him…” You felt terrible for saying so. “I miss him but I just can’t.” You narrowed your eyes.

“Can we invade the prison for me kill Artem?”

She smiled at the thought but shook her head. “I don’t think that would help.”

“I know…”

“But if time taught me something, it’s that it would be for the best talk with him. I punched him-” You widened your eyes at her words. “Exactly. So don’t worry, and besides… I guess the person that hates him the largest, is himself.” Tilting your head at her, you let out another deep sigh. “You need to face it.”

                 …

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#bucky x me #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader

[timeisacephalopod]

Request ABO-au, Tony is the Omega mate to alpha Bucky Barnes and about to have there first child unfortunately due to all the trauma Tony's body has been under his whole life complications arise at the birth of their child, The avengers return to find a newborn child but the precious Omega that gave birth to this beautiful baby now lies in a coma due to the extreme blood loss or whatever else you can think of. Now The avengers are forced to raise this child and pray that Tony wakes up soon.

Ok, so mpreg squicks me out, not for me at all, so I’ve just made Tony a woman for the purposes of this fic. The rest stays relatively true to the prompt, though I didn’t necessarily focus on child rearing.

**

Christ, Tony didn’t think this would happen and even Rhodey looks put out. “What the hell is this?” he asks, gesturing to a hovering Bucky and Tony’s tempted to kick him out of the lab but the last time she tried that he broke back in and it wasn’t a pleasant mess to clean up.

She sighs, “pregnancy brain,” she tells him and Rhodey frowns.

“I thought pregnancy brain was a… pregnancy thing. Clearly he’s not knocked up,” he points out.

No, but her scent does seem to have created some type of weird reaction that has him in, as best as they can tell, a state somewhere between Bucky’s normal and Winter Soldier state. Except he shouldn’t have a Winter Soldier state. Either way she’s kind of pissed off that he keeps invading her space but if she gives him the boot he shows back up with a vengeance and Steve got tossed out a window last week so she figures she’ll deal with it. He’s mostly harmless anyway, at least to her.

“Yeah, uh. Apparently not. We aren’t sure why he’s like this but don’t get too close. If he’s willing to toss Steve out a window I don’t know what he’ll do to you,” she says. She feels bad, but she laughed when Clint got punched square in the face for getting too close. Serves him right for being a massive fucking prick who definitely doesn’t deserve his wife but still, she wouldn’t be impressed if Rhodey got punched.

Rhodey’s gives her a look, “take him to a damn therapist or something, Tony!”

“Tried that. Sam refuses to do that twice,” she says. “And he’s still a little upset about Steve being thrown out a window.” He’d been all offended and honestly Tony doesn’t get it. Of all the people that could have gotten tossed Steve’s the most durable so he should deal with it. So what if his boyfriend went sky diving with no parachute? Be bounced off the ground a little and was fine. At least it wasn’t Clint. Without his arrows he’s useless so that would have been an unpleasant mess to clean up.

“He’s a danger to people!” Rhodey says and he must get a little too close because Bucky steps forward and Tony grabs his arm, yanking him back.

“Hurt him and I’ll throw you out a window,” she tells him. He listens to her. Mostly.

“You’re just going to deal with that for ten months?” Rhodey asks and Tony shrugs.

“More than half that time has already passed so,” she shrugs. Besides, Bucky isn’t always Caveman Brain, sometimes he’s normal.

Rhodey sighs. “Why couldn’t you have picked someone normal. Steve would have been nice,” he says and Tony wrinkles her nose.

“Steve is corn field hot,” she says in way of an explanation. And also Sam called dibs, so.

*

Whoever the hell said pregnancy is beautiful needs their goddamn eyes checked or maybe Tony thinks that because of all the bullshit she’s dealt with over the last few months. Pregnancy seems difficult for anyone, but with the reactor, history of addiction, and all the being beat up on a regular basis it hasn’t done her body any favors. Her blood pressure is consistently too high despite eating the way she should be, her heart rate hasn’t been normal in years, and having something both below and on top of her lungs has made breathing more difficult.

But she deals with it and its not really that bad anyway. No fetal abnormalities either, so that’s good, even if she’d like her breathing space back. She could probably say something to someone but frankly she’s going to have to deal with all these problems anyway so she mostly keeps it between her and her doctors. So there are problems, every pregnancy has them.

*

They’re on their way back in when they find her. Rhodey thought it was kind of odd that she hadn’t said anything over the comms, usually she does even if she’s not in the field, but figured maybe she was tired. Tony’s always been able to put on a good front but he can see how exhausted she’s been lately and playing interference with Bucky’s fucking weird pregnancy habits isn’t helping. Today, thankfully, he’s normal and Tony had pretty much fucked off to the lab presumably for alone time as soon as she realized.

Then came the call, fucking Doombots again, and Rhodey flew out with the rest of the Avengers because Tony’s position is both tactically useful and also hard to replace. He knows how to operate the suit and unlike Pepper he doesn’t have a company to run. Its temporary so people on his end have picked up the slack of him being missing however temporary it is.

“I hate the wizard,” Natasha mumbles as she walks by bruised and annoyed.

Rhodey laughs, shaking his head. “Better than Bucky gone squirrelly,” he says.

“I can’t help it and I don’t even know why I do that,” Bucky says in his defense.

“You have issues,” Rhodey tells him, shaking his head. Guess at least he’s basically a giant guard dog but more violent and not towards Tony. Actually, he mostly seems to only listen to her when he’s gone caveman. Rhodey might be more concerned if that weren’t the case.

“For the record I am not a wizard, I am the Sorcerer Supreme,” Stephen says, nose in the air.

“Yeah, like the Taco Bell fries supreme but magical,” Rhodey says, earning a laugh and a high five out of Natasha.

Nat takes off to go do whatever and the rest of the Avengers pretty much converge on the fridge with enthusiasm. Bucky gives Tony’s room a look but Rhodey doubts she’s in there. She’s probably in the lab too wrapped up in whatever she’s doing to notice them gone. Wouldn’t be the first time. Doesn’t seem to stop Bucky from looking concerned though.

Rhodey turns back to the fridge and snatches the left over Chinese out of Steve’s hand. “Excuse you, that’s mine I called dibs,” he says, squeezing around the rest of the Avengers to get to the utensils.

“When?” Steve asks, frowning.

“Right now,” Rhodey tells him, finding an extra pair of chopsticks and waving them around.

Steve looks irritated but lets him have it. When he reaches for the other carton Bucky snatches it before he can manage and Steve gives him a look. “What? I’m an expectant father, gotta eat to stay healthy,” he says and Steve squints.

“If health is your concern why are you eating Chinese takeout?” he asks.

Bucky considers that for a moment, obviously failing to come up with an explanation. “Rhodes, help me out,” he says finally and Rhodey rolls his eyes.

“Only other thing in there is Cheeze Whiz, Chinese is healthier than that,” he points out.

Bucky nods, waving a hand in Rhodey’s direction. “What he said.”

“Strange,” Natasha says, breaking into the scene unexpectedly.

Stephen tries unsuccessfully to bat the cloak away from where its trying to poke at a head wound. “I thought you didn’t like me,” he says, amused. He smacks the cloak away from him again, this time more successful, and turns to face Nat. When he does the amusement drops from his features. “What’s wrong?” he asks immediately and Rhodey frowns because Natasha looks no different than usual. A little pale, maybe, but that’s not exactly odd considering she got tossed around pretty good.

“I don’t know,” she says, turning on her heel and walking away. Strange takes off after her fast and the rest of them drop their food and follow, confused.

*

Natasha isn’t really a kids kind of person. She likes other people’s kids and she’s not going to lie, she was kind of looking forward to Tony having her kid. She can spoil the little bastard rotten for a few hours and return the kid with no consequences to herself like she does with Clint’s kids all the time. Laura about skinned her for that time she gave Nathan caffeine.

Now that Tony’s in the fucking hospital though she’s worried. More so because, as it turns out, Tony had a whole list of problems not even Bucky knew about and he practically glued his ass to her side. The only one that doesn’t seem surprised by that information is Rhodey, who did little more than sigh and shake his head like this isn’t the first time that’s happened. Knowing Tony it probably isn’t.

“I’m impressed with how much she managed to do,” Strange says eventually, breaking the tense silence. Bucky glares at him something fierce but Pepper takes him up on his words.

“What do you mean?” she asks.

Strange, who’s probably the only one who understood half that doctor babble to its fullest extent anyway, rubs his temples for a moment. “Well, she managed to ensure an entire infant was medically fine after going through what looks to be a terribly traumatic birth. I don’t… its not really my area of expertise, but its safe to say people keeping that level of focus isn’t normal. And she clearly instructed her AI to monitor the baby’s vitals. That’s how I knew he was fine,” he says.

Of course Tony probably forgot to mention hers. Typical. Natasha doesn’t get Tony most of the time. Half the time she’s profoundly selfish, the other half she’s selfless to the point of absolute stupidity. Like now.

“What’s that matter at the moment?” Bucky snaps. Rhodey tries to put his hand on his shoulder but Bucky shakes him off, annoyed.

“It doesn’t, I suppose. But its still impressive,” Strange says.

*

Rhodey’s mostly asleep when he hears the shuffling of bed sheets. He’s tempted to ignore it because its probably Bucky moving around again but he cracks an eye open anyway just in case its something else. Turns out its a good thing he did because Tony’s awake and glaring at Bucky, who shuffles a little and wakes up himself. For a half a second he looks happy and then Tony speaks.

“Get the hell out of my bed,” she snaps at him. “Can I just have five minutes without you trying to crawl up my ass to make a nest in my colon?”

Rhodey covers his mouth with his hand to try and stifle the laugh but it doesn’t work. Bucky doesn’t look impressed but whatever. “Good news,” he says, “guess she’s fine.”

Bucky crawls out of her bed and slinks off but Tony lets him back in when he returns with coffee.

*

Natasha can’t help but laugh as Tony sits in a tub, steam rising off her skin as she glares at nothing in particular. “Why the fuck does no one talk about this?” she asks.

“What?” Natasha asks innocently, “no one told you about the heat?”

Tony looks so pissed. “No, no one told me about the fucking heat. I already knew about the month long period but it comes with a month long heat? How the fuck do omegas do anything after giving birth? And if Bucky shows up here tell him he’s fucking banned from my life for what he did with my uterus.”

Natasha starts laughing again, shaking her head. “Could have asked Laura,” she points out.

“And risk having her know I’d sooner sacrifice her husband to a Doombot than save him? No thanks. No offense,” she adds when she seems to remember that Natasha is also friends with Clint. But the fact that she and Clint don’t really like each other is well known by now. They all figured it was Steve she’d hate, that’s how it started, but now she mostly only dislikes the fact that he has authority on things rather than Steve himself.

“Fine then. No one mentioned this?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” Tony snaps. “I think everyone assumed I already knew and, in their defense, this does seem like the kind of common knowledge thing everyone should know so why didn’t I?”

Well, people don’t much talk about omega’s bodies so they all know the answer to that already but Natasha shrugs. “Pregnancy’s gross?” she suggests and Tony snorts.

“God damn right it is. I looked like a planet, couldn’t breathe for shit, couldn’t even pick shit up, Bucky went zombie on my half the time, and I couldn’t even get the satisfaction of Clint being punched without being kicked in the fucking ribs. Don’t get pregnant,” she tells Natasha, pausing for a moment. “Wait, never mind. I shouldn’t get pregnant again. Its horrible. I’m getting a hysterectomy. Rip the whole thing out, fuck that,” she says, shaking her head.

“At least you got a kid out of it I guess,” Natasha says, not that Tony has spent much time with Peter between hospital visits and ice baths to maintain a normal temperature.

Tony lets out an annoyed sigh. “Yeah, he’s fucking adorable not that I can appreciate that because I’m in an ice bath all because apparently Bucky doesn’t know how to use a fucking condom,” she snaps.

Natasha snorts and starts laughing again. “I can’t believe you trusted a guy from the forties with that,” she says, shaking her head.

“Yeah, yeah. Poor judgment call I know. But Peter’s pretty great so,” she murmurs, shrugging.

Nat looks over to find Bucky all but pouting at the door so she sighs. “Am I allowed to let Bucky in or do I have to kick him out again?” she asks, amused.

Tony looks like a pissed off wet brown lab but she sighs. “Yeah, let him in,” she mumbles.

Bucky looks happy to have been let in, making his way to Tony fast and when he hands her coffee she takes it but she doesn’t look happy about it. “I don’t know what I did but I feel compelled to apologize,” Bucky says, standing there awkwardly.

“Don’t bother with an apology, just pet me and tell me I’m pretty,” Tony says, sounding as annoyed as she looks. “Natasha refused.”

#winteriron #fem tony stark #fanfiction #abo au

[voidarcana]

The Angle of Change

Parker sat on the roof, their unopened bottle of beer forgotten beside them as they stared blankly up at the stars. Tears gathered in their eyes as they thought back over the horror show that had been their day. Had it really only been this morning that they and Olivia had walked out of the door down below, arm in arm, ready to take on New York? Instead, New York, and her super villains, had taken Olivia.

It was the tingle that warned them, even before the sound of soft footsteps.

"Hey."

Parker knew who it was of course. Hard to forget someone who saves your life.

"Hey Spiderman." They replied without turning around, and instead the soft footsteps padded towards them, before the red suited superhero sat down by their side.

"So uh, bad day?"

A tiny huff of laughter escaped Parker's lips.

"Yeah, OK, dumb question. I uh, I do that, sometimes. A lot. I'm sorry."

"Sorry for the question?" Parker still hadn't turned to look at him, half convinced the entire day had been a really, really bad dream, and that they could wake up if they ignored everything hard enough.

"Sorry I couldn't save her."

The words smashed through their ‘ignore everything’ plan like a truck through a glass door, making Parker flinch, before they caught themselves, and sighed. "I'm sure she's not the first. You give everyone a personal apology like this?"

"When I can. It's... not always well received."

"I can't imagine why." Parker said dryly, before sighing again. "Its... It's not your fault, I know. There's a whole city to save, and she's just one tourist. I mean super villains are super villains for a reason right?"

"There's no part of you that blames me?"

"Sure there is, but that part’s dumb, and hurt and lonely. It's lashing out just to lash out, because pain only knows pain."

"That’s... That's really deep." Spiderman sounded surprised, like that wasn’t the reaction he was expecting.

"My sister likes philosophy. You pick up the mumbo jumbo." Parker played idly with the beer bottle, almost spinning it. They took a breath, hesitant. "I know why you're here. And it's not just for an apology."

"Oh? And why do you say that?"

"Because you tingle. And because I stopped a thrown car with my bare arm today."

"How's that doing by the way?"

"Sore, but not broken. Or, you know, crushed, like I should be right now."

"Fair enough... so I 'tingle' do I?"

"Yeah. Kinda feels like old TV static across my skin. You know, that feeling you get before the pins and needles?"

"Huh. I’ve never really thought about it like that, but yeah, that’s pretty accurate.”

An awkward silence fell, Parker still refusing to look over at the bright spot of red beside them, focused on their beer like it was the only thing in the world. They considered waiting to see if Spiderman cracked first, but in the end, decided that was petty. "So what, you came here because we share some tingle feelings?” 

“I came here because I know what you’re going through.” Movement, as if Spiderman had gone to put a hand on their shoulder, but thought better of it. Instead he stood up, and stepped over the side of the building, sticking out horizontal from the roof. 

“Leaving already?” 

“No, hoping to show you something.” A gloved hand appeared in Parker’s vision, and they reeled back, not expecting it. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. Just... try something for me?”

Parker looked dubiously at where Spiderman was standing, as casual as if he was in line for Starbucks, not eight stories up and defying gravity. As they hesitated, Spiderman spoke. 

“Bitten by any spiders lately?”

“Uh... about ten months ago actually. Put me in a coma for a while.” Surprised by the guess, Parker stepped closer. “What’s that got to do with anything?”

“I mean.... I’m Spiderman.” The hero gestured to the spider symbol on their suit. “Ever wonder why?”

“You got bit by a magic spider?” 

“Well, radioactive. And, voila! Spiderman. And after today, I had my suspicions about you. So, showing you something. If you’re game.”

“Sure. What have I got to lose?”

“Well, hopefully nothing, because I am a very good superhero, and if I am wrong I will catch you. Probably.”

“Real confidence booster dude.” Parker snorted, then took the offered hand. As they stood, Spiderman gently tugged them towards the edge, and for a dizzying second, Parker stood, toes hanging over, studying the cracked pavement below, wandering if this was how they were going to die. Then, with another gentle tug, Spiderman pulled them forward, and the world lurched slightly as Parker instinctively walked around the edge, ending up right next to the superhero. 

“Woah” Was about all they could muster, as they observed the world from their new 90 degree angle. It was a hell of a trip, they decided, having superpowers. 

“Woah indeed. I’ve been doing this for fourteen years, and it still amazes me.” Even under the mask, Parker could tell Spiderman was smiling. 

“You are either a lot older than you look, or you were very young when you started” 

“How do you know how old I look? I’m in a full body suit!” His hand came up to his chest, and his mouth was open beneath the mask, mock scandalized. 

“Call it a tingle.” Parker said, laughing, their first genuine laugh all night. They could tell Spiderman was smiling beneath his suit again. 

“You’re right, I started pretty young. Didn’t have anyone to help me along the way either, kinda just... figured it out for myself. Didn’t always go well, but I survived. Still, could use some help.”

“Are you... offering me a job?”

“Definitely not, because I can not pay you. I don’t even get paid!” 

“Well that’s a bummer. And here I thought superheroing was some glamorous, high paying lifestyle.”

“Nah, you want that you go talk to Tony Stark. Between you me tho, he’s a bit of an ass. A genius, but an ass.” 

Parker couldn’t help the giggle that erupted, covering their mouth with their hand, the other still holding tightly to Spiderman, just in case. They sobered pretty quickly though, then frowned. 

“Why me? Why invite me to be a superhero. Is it just the powers? We both got bit by magic spiders and now we’re destined to save the world?”

“No, not really. The super powers aren’t everything, and there’s no destiny attached, that I know of anyway. You just have a good heart.”

Parker scoffed. 

“No really. That car was flying at you, and you instinctively put yourself in danger to save your friend. You warned me about Rhino. Superpowers don’t make a hero, but a good heart, and a want to help? That’s way more powerful than destiny anyday.” Spiderman’s face was very expressive for a guy wearing a mask Parker decided, He was looking at her with what seemed to be a very serious expression, and they knew he meant every word he was saying. Still, they hesitated. Spiderman noticed, and guessed the reason why. 

“It’ll stop hurting so much, eventually. You’ll never forget them, of course. But it stops being so painful, not having them here.”

“And how do you know that?” Parker asked, pulling their hand out of Spiderman’s and crossing their arms over themselves, curling inwards. “How do you know what I’m going through?”

“Because the whole reason I started this gig is that my uncle died.”

“Oh... I’m sorry, I shouldn’t hav-”

“No, its ok, it was a long time ago. I learned to deal with it. But shortly before he died he told me, ‘with great power, comes great responsibility.’ Now, I’m not saying that means you have to dress in spandex and jump off of roofs with me, although it is pretty fun. But you have a chance to help people, and if I’m right about you, that’s something you’ll appreciate. And, who knows. It might help you deal with your loss. No promises, but punching bad guys can be pretty cathartic.” That masked smile was back, and despite everything, Parker smiled back. 

“Is the suit really spandex?”

“Absolutely not, not anymore. So uncomfortable, rode up like nobody’s business”

“Ok, I’m not touching that with a ten foot pole. But, I can give this whole thing a try. You say you wanna help me learn how to use my powers, then I’m in. Let’s be superheros” Straightening, Parker extended their hand, and Spiderman shook it gleefully. 

“Let’s be superheros” He agreed, then paused. “I just realised I don’t even know your name?” 

“Call me Parker, everyone else does.” 

“Well I’ll be damned.” Parker watched as Spiderman pulled back his mask, revealing a man in his late twenties with brown hair and a crooked nose. “Nice to meet you Parker, I’m Peter. Peter Parker.” 

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Spirit in the House - chapt 10 END

Modern!AU Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader is in a coma after a car accident. Bucky moves into your apartment and find your spirit still hanging around. (Based on Just like Heaven)

Word Count: 2,167

Warnings: Language, Mention of Depression, Mention of Suicidal Thoughts 

A/N: I was so moved by your feedback and I’m so happy to give you this final chapter. Thank you for everything! Hope you’ll enjoy it and... remember that I love you ♥ 

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It had been almost four months since you had left the hospital. Your apartment was oddly silent and you were starting to feel like something was missing. There were days when you would catch yourself staring into space, smiling, as if you were living another life in your head. A life you didn’t have access to.

Your therapist told you to be patient, you had to let your brain recover and adjust. It was a topic that even Peggy and Tony avoided. You realised the past few months had been hard on them too, so you decided to pretend everything was fine.

But you were not fine. You were sad and lost.

One evening, you were making dinner for yourself when the phone rang. You quickly wiped your hands on a kitchen towel and held the phone between your shoulder and ear while you continued to make dinner.

“Miss Y/l/n, this is,” The man cleared his throat. “This is Detective James Barnes.” He paused briefly. “I- We caught him... the man who ran you over.”

“Oh...” You replied, suddenly focusing all your attention on the call.

“His name is Alexander Pierce.” Detective Barnes continued. “He was late to pick up his son and didn’t pay attention to what he was doing-”

“Clearly!” You cut him off. “He almost killed me. I lost five months of my life because he was a few minutes late.”

“I know, he’s a piece of shit.”

You made a sound, half sob, half laugh. “Yeah. Well, uh, thank you for taking the time to call. And for your hard work. I’m sure it wasn’t easy.”

“It’s my job.” He paused to take a deep breath. “I’m really glad to hear your voi- to hear that you’re feeling better,” He said quickly, a hint of sadness in his voice. “Goodbye.”

A few days later, you decided that if science couldn’t answer your questions, maybe paranormal could. And that’s how you found yourself in the best-rated occult bookstore in Brooklyn.

It wasn’t a quiet place. Everywhere people were talking and arguing. One man was giving a lecture on UFO sighting to a group of people. You wandered around the shop, feeling a bit out of place.

“What about ‘Adventures beyond the Body’?” Wanda asked, tilting her head to read the title.

“I already read that one. Didn’t help.” Bucky let out an annoyed sigh.

“And ‘Surviving Death: The Second Chance’?”

“I read it last week.”

“I think you’ve read all the books we have on near-death and out-of-body experiences.” Wanda turned to give him a sad smile.

Bucky sighed, “I just want to jog her memory!”

“Here’s an idea,” Wanda clapped her hands once. “She doesn’t remember you, but it’s not that important. You seduced her once, you can do it again! Sure, you’ll be the only one remembering her out-of-body experience, but it’s still better than nothing, right?”

“I want her to remember me,” Bucky rested his palms on the table in front of him. “The night she woke up, I told her I loved her. I just... I need to know if she feels the same. I can’t give up. If she doesn’t love me, then I’ll leave her alone, but I need to know.”

He sucked in a deep breath and looked up at Wanda. When he saw the tears in her eyes, he realised how desperate he sounded.

“I have all these memories and no one to share them with.”

He tried to mask the quiver in his voice as Wanda put her hand on his shoulder. She could feel his pain, his sadness, it cut through her like a knife.

“James, you come here three times a week. Someone is looking after you, I can feel it, but you still need to find the courage to speak to Y/n.”

Wanda heaved out a long sigh and gave Bucky a compassionate look. She heard the distinctive tinkle of the shop bell and looked in the direction of the door.

“Ah, this is interesting...”

Bucky frowned in confusion and followed her gaze. He saw you enter the parapsychology section and he immediately tried to hide behind a bookcase. Wanda rolled her eyes and started walking towards you.

“What are you doing?” He hissed.

“She’s a customer and I work here. What do you think I’m going to do?”

Before he could protest, Wanda greeted you with a loud ‘Hi!’ You mirrored her polite smile and fidgeted with your fingers. Her face looked familiar, but you couldn’t remember where you saw her.

“Can I help you?”

“Do you have anything on after life or out-of-body experience?”

“Can you narrow it down a bit?”

“Huh, memory loss?”

She put a finger to her chin, pretending to be in deep thought. “I have exactly what you need. Follow me.”

Bucky saw you and Wanda approaching the spirituality section. He could feel his blood pounding in his ears and his heart jackhammering in his chest, making him feel lightheaded. He tried to hide his face behind a book, but his movements were slow and clumsy.

You stared at Bucky with wide eyes and didn’t notice that Wanda was mouthing the words ‘talk to her' to Bucky. She walked away quickly, disappearing behind a shelf.

“Hi,” You greeted with a shy smile. “I remember you.”

“You do?!”

You frowned at the tone of his voice. He sounded thrilled. “Yes, you visited me in the hospital.”

“Oh that... yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck and set the book down on the table.

“You never told me your name.”

He cleared his throat awkwardly before he spoke. “James Barnes.”

The look of shock on your face made Bucky want to run away. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“It was you on the phone the other day. Detective James Barnes...” Your eyebrows came together in concentration. “Who are you?”

“I’m just-”

You took a step closer and raised your hand to interrupt him. It worked. He took a step back, hitting the bookshelf.

“You brought me my flowers, said they were my favourite. How did you know?”

Bucky took a deep breath, he didn’t want to lie to you. “You told me.”

“When? I’ve never met you before!”

Bucky took a moment to really look at you. The quiver in your voice and the pleading look in your eyes broke his heart. You looked so scared and confused. He knew the truth would scare you away, but he had to tell you.

You deserved to know. Besides, you were the one who decided to visit an occult bookstore, so you expected a weird answer.

“You’re going to think I’m crazy.”

“I already think you’re crazy. You have nothing to lose.”

You noticed how fast your heart was beating and felt butterflies flutter in your stomach. It confused you even more. Perhaps, it was your body’s way of telling you to trust him.

“A few months ago,” He avoided your eyes and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “I was struggling with depression. I avoided my friends and took an extended sick leave. I drank a lot, it made me forget my pain. I found your apartment, it was a sublet, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to live long enough to pay for another month. I wanted to die.”

He paused. It hurt him to admit that he wanted to kill himself. He looked up at you, the compassion in your eyes moved him.

“Before I could try anything, you... you just appeared out of nowhere.” He snorted. “I mean literally, you started shouting and we argued, and then you tried to grab the phone-”

Before he finished his sentence, shards of memory rushed through your brain. You saw yourself trying to take the phone, but you couldn’t even touch it.

“- but your hand went through it.” Bucky said with an awkward chuckle. “I was so drunk, I thought I was seeing things. But the next morning you were still there...”

He gave you the time you needed to process the news and watched a rainbow of emotion pass over your face. He expected you to slap him across the face and run away.

“So...” You said carefully, not meeting his eyes. “I was a ghost?” Saying it out loud made you feel stupid. There’re no such things as ghosts.

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, clearly as uncomfortable as you were. “You didn’t like that word. You preferred the word ‘spirit’.”

You nodded, but you were no longer listening to him. Your entire body ached, your heart was racing and your knees almost buckled. Afraid that you might faint, Bucky reached out and took your hand. His warm fingers closed around yours and everything went black.

They say your life flashes before your eyes when you die, but when that car hit you all you saw was its bright headlights.

But the moment Bucky touched you, a flood of memories bubbled up. Memories flooded your brain and stated aligning themselves. A simple, delicate touch and the fog in your mind cleared.

For a moment, you forgot where you were. You focused on the film playing in your head. The life trapped in your head finally broke free as a thousand butterflies took flight in your stomach.

“Bucky?”

Upon hearing his nickname, Bucky’s mouth fell open and his eyes grew wide. You chuckled when his mouth opened and closed like a goldfish.

“I remember you,” You intertwined your fingers with his and straightened yourself. Your free hand cupped his jaw, the pad of your thumb grazed his lower lip. “I remember everything, including how you got punched in the face by my best friend.”

He chuckled and closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. “Am I dreaming?”

“No,” You smiled. “It’s really me. God, I can’t believe I’m finally touching you. Your skin is so warm.”

He took your hand and kissed your knuckles. “Yours too.”

“I’m sorry, Bucky. I tried to warn you I was waking up, but it happened so fast...”

“It’s okay,” He pushed a strand of hair away from your face and cupped your face in his hands.

“I didn’t have time to tell you.”

“Tell me what, sweetheart?”

You smiled, resting your hands on his chest. His heart thumped under your palm, it gave you the strength to speak.

“That I’m so hopelessly in love with you, too.” You parroted his words back to him. “I’m so sorry I didn’t say it sooner, I was scared that it would lead nowhere. I didn’t want to see you suffer, you’ve-Unf-”

Bucky silenced you with a kiss. You had dreamt about this a lot, imagining what it would feel like to be kissed by him. It was even better. Your toes curled inside your shoes as his tongue slipped into your mouth, tasting you.

You stopped kissing, a string of saliva connecting your lips. It broke when you took a step back, making you both chuckle.

“See,” He placed a chaste kiss on your lips. “I told you you’d wake up.” He kissed your nose. “And now I won’t have to wear Steve’s stripper clothes.” He kissed your forehead.

“Shame.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You giggled when his lips found your neck, his warm breath tickling your sensitive skin.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep my hands off you.” He mumbled against your skin. “I’m scared you might disappear again.”

“I’m here to stay,” You ran your fingers through his hair and grinned. “But just in case, keep holding me.”

Wanda watched the two of you kiss and smile like you were the only two people in the world. She smiled to herself and observed the light red glow that always followed Bucky around. A chill swept through her when the aura moved closer to her.

“Hi, Natasha,” The aura shone brighter as if it were replying to her. “Yeah, you did. You brought them together. They look happy.”

Natasha’s aura turned dark blue, a sign of fear. Her unfinished business was to save her husband, her Bucky. She was always with him, but she couldn’t do anything. She watched, helpless, as he cried, drank and begged for death.

“I know you’re scared,” Wanda cooed and looked back at you and Bucky, now laughing heartily. “She’ll take care of him and he’ll take care of her. Don’t worry. You’re free now.”

The night you met Bucky, he wanted to kill himself and Natasha was stubborn enough to make you appear in your own living room. She never expected him to fall for you, but she understood why he loved you and she was happy to see him smile again.

Wanda watched with a small smile as Natasha’s aura changed from dark blue to clear red. The passionate and kind woman followed the light, knowing you were going to protect and love Bucky until the end.

END

NOW GO BRUSH YOUR TEETH OR YOU’LL GET CAVITIES ;) If you’re struggling with depression, my door is always open. This post might help you. ♥♥♥

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[aquabrie]

You Don’t Scare Me I Trust You

Rating:

Not Rated

Archive Warning

:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category:

F/M

Fandom:

The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Relationships:

James "Bucky" Barnes/Original Female Character(s)

James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader

James "Bucky" Barnes & Reader

Characters:

James "Bucky" Barnes

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Clint Barton

Natasha Romanov

Pepper Potts

Sam Wilson (Marvel)

Reader

Additional Tags:

Minor Violence

Amnesia

Falling In Love

Having a Crush

Tony's cousin is the Reader

Mention of Coma

Past Character Death

Mild Language

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Summary:

You are Tony's youngest cousin and he takes you to the tower. When you meet the Avengers a certain supersoldier catches your eye.

You and Bucky are both quiet and unsure of your pasts. Some of your memory is gone.

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Chapter 1

It had been 1 year, 2 months and 5 days since that horrible car accident. Tony had blamed himself but it was just fate… His aunt and uncle in law died while his favorite cousin, y/n, was stuck in a coma. With Tony’s money and the money from Y/n’s parents estate Tony made sure Y/n’s would be taken care of. He missed her laugh, sarcastic sass, and her unbelievable mind. She had just graduated from college and her parents picked her up from the graduation ceremony. The car was side's wiped on a small bridge, the car landed in the ditch by the bridge. Pepper, Nat, Bruce, and Clint were the ones who knew about Y/n… She had been chosen to work with Tony at Stark industries. --- The phone rang… Pepper answered it. “Tony! It’s for you.” Tony smiled and took the phone from Pepper. “Yellow, this is Tony… uh huh… She is? Okay I’ll be there in about ten minutes!” Pepper looked at him silently questioning who had called.

“It was the hospital. Y/n is awake! She’s asking for me… I’m gonna pick her up and let her stay here with all of us!” He smiled and practically ran out the door.

--- You woke to a weird beeping sound and looked around the room. “What the fuck?” your voice was raspy due to lack of use. The beeping on the machine became frantic. You became frightened and were confused.

A male nurse ran to your room… thinking you were done for. But it was quite the opposite. He smiled at you and was really calm. He pressed the call button to get other people to come into your room. You grabbed your throat and ripped out your oxygen tube and started to freak out.

“hey…shhh… it’s okay. You’re okay.” You stopped fidgeting and looked at the man. He grabbed a cup and got you some water. Taking a sip, awkwardly, you tried to remember what happened.

--- Tony rushed into the ‘permanent patients’ wing and went to the desk. The secretary smiled sweetly and stood up, taking him to your room. He knew where it was he just was worried that maybe you hadnt woken up… maybe it was just a ploy to get him to leave his home.

“We’ve been waiting for you Mr. Stark. She asked for her parents… was told what happened to them then she asked for you.” She walked him to the room and stood at the doorway. “Here’s the releasement papers… before you both leave please bring them back to me at my desk. I’m glad she’s okay.” Tony walked in the doorway and saw you sitting up looking out the window. You were thin… and quite pale, living on liquid food for over a year with no sunlight you looked sickly. The hospital was kind enough to get all the tubes, IV, and and the stupid cathater out of your body… you also were able to take a shower… luckily since you were still out of it, it was a sit down shower and a female nurse helped you. They gave you some new clothes and let you get dressed.

Tony grinned seeing you up and out. You used to be so loud and rambunctious. Now… he just wanted to see you laugh again.

“Hey little bug!”

You turn towards him and smile. “Hi Tony.” Your voice was still painfully hoarse and Tony winced slightly seeing how pale and thin you were.

“They said you get to come home with me. You can meet the team!”

“Team?” The doctors said you had some physical therapy to work on, but other than that you were able to leave with Tony. You had slight amnesia which was reasonable for your coma and head injury. Tony helped you out of your bed and into the wheelchair the male nurse gave him…

You tilted your head and raised an eyebrow. “Yes… team, the Avengers… you already met some of them.”

You sigh and look away. Tony pushes you out of your room and stops at the counter giving the signed forms to the secretary.

“Okay Mr. Stark… she will need physical therapy everyday for at least a month. Since she’s only had a liquid diet you’ll have to slowly give her more solid foods… her stomach has shrank, but it will come back and she should regain her strength in time. Good luck.”

He nods and walks out with you still in the wheelchair. He helps you get into his car and he takes the wheelchair back to the hospital.

The ride to the tower was quiet. He didn’t like it… he missed you and your wit. You and he were like 2 peas in a pod. You had looked up to him, and actually helped design a few of his gadgets.

--- Pepper had told everyone about the new arrival and that you had been in a coma for a year and two months… They set up a room for you right near Nat’s room.

Everyone was excited… and nervous. Tony talked about you a lot. He recently stopped because it was too hard knowing you might never wake up.

--- It was strange coming to the tower. You had been there before but couldn’t remember it. Tony told Bruce to bring a wheelchair and he was waiting out by the driveway for you. Everyone was talking when Jarvis said you were here. Tony followed Bruce who was pushing you in the wheelchair.

Pepper opened the door smiling brightly. You side-smiled and shrunk in the chair, noticing everyone was watching you. They were all intimidating. Pepper let you all in and Tony introduced you to everyone. It was nerve-wracking.

They all sat and waved to you as each of there names were called. The one you noticed right away was watching you quietly with a curious expression. He was in the corner with… Steve? Like you would ever remember their names. It seems impossible. “okay… so… what does everyone want to eat?” Tony says excitedly.

Bruce knew about your diet and decided to make you a smoothie… it was delicious. “Can I go to my room now?” your voice was soft and raspy. Tony took you towards your new quarters. You had to get new clothes but didn’t think of it. You just were exhausted. You got up slowly from the wheelchair and sat on the bed. You laid down on your side your back facing your doorway. Curling up in a ball you fell asleep. Tony was worried you’d fall into a coma again, even though he knew that it was impossible. He watched you sleep and walked up to your bed and slipped the blanket from the foot of the bed, on top of you.

--- Bucky watched you curiously over the next few weeks. You had gained some strength back, and finished physical therapy… Tony let you practice some things in the gym. Nat helped you do some yoga which helped stretch your neglected muscles.

Bucky watched you stretch. You smiled at him as you thought he was staring. He was gorgeous, bright blue eyes, shoulder length dark hair, slight five o’clock shadow, and a shiny arm?

The memory of the winter soldier was gone… you just knew Bucky. He was nice and helped you whenever your feet were unsteady.

Slowly your appetite came back and you were able to enjoy solid foods again. Even though you had a lot of smoothies, You enjoyed having them every morning with some cinnamon toast.

You were still more quiet and kept to yourself, Tony missed your loudness… Bruce let you help him in the lab and you enjoyed it. You laughed at something he said about Tony doing something stupid. “Another great idea Tony!” he smiled as you said that. “Yeah he always thinks he’s so smart…” You glance around the lab, swearing you had seen Bucky outside.

“Bruce… what is wrong with Bucky’s arm? Is it like a cast or something?” You were curious. Bruce frowned and scratched his chin. Well… it’s actually his new arm. Tony helped fix it up to make it work better than his previous one. You raise an eyebrow. “huh?”

“Oh he lost his arm got captured by hydra, was made into the winter soldier then Steve found him… now he’s here back on our side.”

“Oh… okay.” You pretended to understand which was not true at all… now you were even more confused.

--- Since your strength is coming back you head for the gym. You keep an eye out for a certain supersoldier.

You grab a jump rope and start jump roping. This was good exercise and Bruce even said that it would help ease your body back to shape.

Bucky came thru the gym door, talking with Steve when he saw you with that damn jumprope. You were a goddess who was tugging on his heart strings even though you didn’t know it.

Steve smiled at Bucky, he knew that Bucky felt something for you. “Go… go to her.” “I can’t.” He freezes and looks at Steve.

“Damn it Bucky. She doesn’t remember your hydra past… only knows you now. Go. Or. I. Will.”

You stop jumping rope and grab your hand towel wiping your sweaty forehead and face. Sometimes your sweat would go into your eyes and so it stung… you didn’t want that to happen so you made sure to stop and wipe your face whenever you needed to. You open your water bottle and chug it down. Man you were so thirsty and now kinda hungry. You sigh and grab your stuff heading to the locker room. Luckily the showers had curtains so you didn’t worry about one of the guys seeing you naked.

After your shower and getting dressed you grab your bag and walk out of the room. In the corner you see your knight in shining armor. He was hitting, punching, and kicking the sand bag while Steve was near him on a weight machine.

“You might want to close your mouth…” Nat chuckled.  Your cheeks burnt and you knew you were blushing.

“You want to go have some lunch? I think Clint said he was making BLTs today.” “Well yeah… of course! Thanks.”

--- In the kitchen you watched Clint make bacon, Sam cut up the tomatoes, Pepper got out some lettuce, and Tony grabbed some cheese from the fridge.

“I got some extra sharp cheddar slices for ya, y/n! Since you always like that on your sandwiches.”

“thanks.” You wondered if Bucky and Steve would come and eat with you. “You okay kid?” Tony said as he set the cheese slices on a plate.

“Yeah. Just tired. I know, I know… I shouldn’t be tired after sleeping for a year but I still am exhausted. Is that weird? But I’m starving right now. But I might just take a nap after lunch. Sorry if I’m a debby-downer.” You shrugged and looked at the counter.

“Hey. It’s fine. I’m just glad your back and starting to be your old self.” He smiles and comes around the counter and gives you a side hug.

--- After lunch you took a nap. Bruce had told you that it would take while for your body to heal. So resting was for the best.

You slept for two hours until there was a knock at the door. The door opens and you see the two super soldiers out in the hallway. You rub your eyes and stretch sleepily. “ummm… hi?”

Steve clears his throat and practically shoves Bucky in your room. Steve blocks the doorway so Bucky can’t escape. “Tell her.” He crossed his arms and motioned for Bucky to talk to you.

“Um… well I just wanted to thank you for treating me like a normal person and not the winter soldier.” He scratches the back of his neck as you sit up on your bed motioning for him to sit and keep talking.

You smile at him. “um… truthfully I didn’t know or remember the winter soldier. I did look up some stuff… but it’s not you. You’re not him. You’re Bucky!”

Bucky smiled and motioned for Steve to leave, as Bucky sat on your bed near you. “Thanks… um… you’re very pretty, Doll.” He looks down and back up to you.

“Oh…” You blush and tilt your head. “You’re pretty too.” You shake your head. “I mean you’re handsome, but I’m sure your girlfriend tells you that all the time.”

Bucky frowns at this and combs one of your stray hairs behind your ear. He leans closer to you and whispers, “I don’t have a girlfriend. Dames don’t really like me. I’m not like I was in the past, when Steve was the smaller one. I was a bit of a flirt back then.” You giggle and look down tugging on an invisible string on your shirt.

“thanks Bucky, you’re very sweet. I don’t understand why no one would like you. I mean I like you a lot. Is that weird?”

Bucky’s smile grows bigger. “Doll if it’s you, then I like that. You’re pretty fantastic yourself. I… I like you a lot too… more than friends.” He nervously looked into your eyes. “Buck. Me too.” He smiles and holds out his hand.

You shake your head. “No…your metal one. Is that okay?”

Bucky’s elated that you would prefer his other arm.  “okay… whatever you want. I’ll do anything for you, Doll.”

He stands up and helps you up. You continue to hold his left hand.

As you walk out of your room and into the hallway you’re bombarded by questions. “Are you two official?”… “Are you together?” …”Finally! I knew you two would hit it off!”

You look up at Bucky and whisper, he bends down to hear you. “Are we officially a couple? If not it’s totally okay, I mean I get it. I was in a coma, I’m still not like how I was before and I’m …”

He grabs your waist and pulls you closer and leans down and puts his flesh hand on your cheek rubbing your chin with his thumb. He lifts your face closer and his lips meet yours. You stiffen at the touch but suddenly melt into his touch. You put your arms around his neck and continue kissing him. He bites your lower lip and rubs his tongue over it. Oh God what else can he do with his tongue? You both break for air and touch forehead to forehead. “Does that answer your question?” He pulls back and you let go of his neck but go back to holding his metal hand.

Tony is not amused. He still doesn’t trust Bucky, especially around you. Maybe he’s jealous and misses being with his little cousin… he knows you’ll be around Bucky more than ever and it worries him.

Pepper notices Tony’s stance and she whispers, “She’ll be fine. She’s a big girl, she can take care of herself. You’ve seen the progress she’s made in the gym. She can give him a run for his money!” She lightly chuckled but Tony just glared at Bucky. “She’s my favorite person next to you, and just want her to be safe.”

You frown at Tony and shrug at Bucky who seems to be glaring at Tony.

“Come on boys… I’m a big girl. I lo… I really like Bucky, I’m sorry if that upsets you Cuz!” phew that was close you almost said you loved Bucky… but would he ever feel that way towards you? Probably not since Tony doesn’t seem to like him.

Later on after some awkward silence, Clint and Sam suggested to order pizza and have a movie night. There were some movies that you had yet to see. Bucky and you were on the couch. Pepper gave you a blanket which you gladly took and snuggled closer to Bucky, letting the blanket fall on both of you. You leaned on his shoulder and got comfortable.

You don’t remember much about the movie. The pizza was good, really good, how long had it been since you had pizza? Your hand was on Bucky’s chest drawing lazy circles around it. Bucky sighed and held his arm around you, pulling you closer, he kissed you on the top of your head. You soon drifted off to slumber land.

---Bucky’s POV

I started combing my metal fingers thru her beautiful hair and rubbing her back with my flesh arm. Y/n moaned lightly at my touch. This made me smile and wonder what other sounds I could get her to make…

*Bucky don’t…she’s not like that she’s more innocent. Oh God now I’m fucking talking to myself in my own head! Man she’s so beautiful and she seems to enjoy having me around. I haven’t felt this way since high school. How is this possible I barely know her yet I want her, need her, crave her touch, her lips against mine. Oh shit, everyone’s looking at me! Did they say something, ask something? Shit. Shit. Shit.*

“Sorry, what?” my voice comes out gruffer then I want it to be.  Steve, Sam, and Nat smirk at me.  “I said that she’s fallen asleep.” Steve replies calmly.

“I’m not going to wake her, Stevie!” Again with the gruff voice… why is this happening? Steve shrugs and turns to watch the movie. I try to watch it but can’t help but look down at the beautiful goddess asleep on my chest. She’s warm, feels like home. How is it possible that one person can make me feel like I’m not worthless, that I’m a good guy?

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Spirit in the House - chap 9/10

Modern!AU Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader is in a coma after a car accident. Bucky moves into your apartment and find your spirit still hanging around. (Based on Just like Heaven)

Word Count: 1,823

Warnings: Language, Angst 

A/N: I’m so happy you all liked part 8 and we’re nearing the end, so... are they going to end up together or not? Sorry, but I do love you guys ♥

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Bucky shoved Steve’s shoulder to wake him up. With a grunt, Steve slapped his hand away. He almost fell off the sofa, but Bucky kept shaking his shoulder.

“Wake up!”

Steve sat up on the sofa, holding his head with both hands. He winced at Bucky’s loud voice and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands.

“Shh! Stop shouting.” Steve whispered.

“Y/n is gone, I can’t find her anywhere.”

“Maybe she just went for a walk.” He mumbled, hiding his eyes in the crook of his elbow

“She doesn’t go anywhere, Steve! She’s a fucking ghost!” Bucky screamed.

Steve let out a loud whine as he lay on his back on the floor. “Leave me alone, I’m dying.”

Bucky hooked his hands under Steve’s armpits and lifted him into a sitting position despite the blond’s complaints. Steve tried to hold on to the sofa when Bucky started dragging him out of the room.

“I want death.”

“I swear to God, Rogers, stop being such a drama queen.”

They were in front of the door when Steve finally rose up to his feet. Bucky grabbed his keys and his jacket and pushed Steve out of the apartment.

“Where’re we going?”

“The hospital, I need to see Y/n.” Bucky slammed the door shut before he jumped the stairs two at a time. He looked over his shoulder when he didn’t hear Steve following him. “Move your goddamn ass!”

Bucky took the blue light out of the glove box and set it on the dashboard. Cars parted to let him through like Moses parting the Red Sea. He ignored Steve’s raised eyebrow, technically it wasn’t an emergency, and maneuvered between cars until he reached the hospital.

He barged into the hospital and immediately ran towards the staircase. Steve was much slower. He looked like he was racing against a snail and the snail was winning. He grabbed a cup of coffee in the hospital cafeteria where a nurse pointed him in the direction of the coma ward.

When Bucky turned the corner, he saw a bunch of doctors and nurses leave your room. He couldn’t see their faces, but the thought of losing you made a cold shiver run down his spine. ‘Not again’ he muttered to himself, trying to stay calm.

“Not you again!”

The female voice startled him, he recognised it instantly. He turned around, Peggy was standing in front of him, hands on her hips. Staring at her, he slowly backed away.

“Are you stalking me?”

“No, I’m not! I swear!” He protested, walking backward with his hands up even though Peggy didn’t move. “I need... Y/n-”

“I know you’ve been visiting her.” She interrupted, taking a step towards him. “You have to stop, she doesn’t know you.”

Bucky was about to retort when he noticed Doctor Cho standing behind him. She pulled her phone away from her ear and smiled at him.

“I’ve been trying to reach you, Mr Barnes.”

“W-Why?”

“Y/n woke up during the night.”

The news hit him like a punch in the stomach, knocking the air out of his lungs. He had to lean against the wall to steady himself. He was smiling so hard, his cheeks were sore.

“We removed the breathing tube, but she won’t be able to speak for a while. Don’t expect too much, okay? She’s basically waking up from a five-month nap. She’s going to be very tired and very confused for a few days, possibly weeks.”

“She’s back now. That’s all that matters.” Peggy beamed, tears trailing down her cheeks.

“She can have visitors, but only one person at a time. And don’t try to make her speak, her throat is too sore!” Helen Cho warned, giving them a pointed look.

Bucky and Peggy nodded vehemently before they both moved towards your room. They looked at each other and Bucky knew that if looks could kill he’d be dead.

“Doctor Cho,” She turned to the doctor. “I don’t know that man and neither does Y/n. He’s been harassing me. If he comes near Y/n, I’ll call security.”

Doctor Cho looked a bit confused as she turned her gaze on Bucky. He looked back at her with the guiltiest expression she had ever seen. It helped her make her decision.

“Mr Barnes, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” When he opened his mouth to protest, she continued. “We will call you if she mentions your name. I’m sure you understand, if what Miss Carter says is true, we cannot let you near Y/n.”  

She motioned for Peggy to follow her, leaving Bucky alone in the middle of the corridor. Steve nonchalantly approached him, holding two steaming cups of coffee in his hands. He handed one to Bucky and caught a glimpse of Peggy as she entered your room.

“Peggy? Oh God, so you were telling the truth!”

“Let’s go.” Bucky sighed, defeated.

“What? You dragged me all the way out here for nothing?”

“She woke up, Steve.” Bucky put his hands in his pockets. “Now, all I can do is pray that she’ll remember me.”

A week passed and Bucky was back to work. His colleges had organised a little party for him, but he was too anxious to have fun. He worked on your case all week and kept checking his phone for messages from Doctor Cho.

Nothing.

One night, Sam made his way out of the precinct when he noticed the light on in Bucky's office down the hall. He leaned against the door, watching Bucky work like no time had passed.

“It’s an old case,” He couldn’t help but grin as he startled Bucky. “That hit and run was five months ago. We don’t have any solid leads, Buck. Other people need our help.”

“I’ll work on it in my spare time then.” Bucky mumbled without looking up from his work.

“Suit yourself,” Sam nodded. “Goodnight.”

Two more weeks passed before Doctor Cho called. He was so excited when she asked him to come to the hospital. He couldn’t wait to see you and made sure he looked his best.  

Bucky bought a bouquet of flowers, your favourites. He knew because it was one of the things you mentioned during your late night discussions. He took the lift and fixed his hair in the mirror, his heart fluttering wildly in his chest.

Outside your room, Peggy was standing with her arms crossed over her chest, clearly displeased. She didn’t say anything when he entered your room.

A nurse propped you up on the bed by putting a pillow behind your back. Bucky noticed that most of the machines were gone, it was a great sign. He gave you a heart-stopping smile and stood near the foot of the bed, respecting your privacy.

“I brought you flowers,” A nurse took the bouquet and set it on your bedside table. “Your favorites.”

He felt like a teenager going on his first date, his heart beating faster and faster. Doctor Cho was standing by your bed, a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Y/n, do you know that man?”

Bucky held his breath, the room began to spin and he thought he would pass out. You couldn’t speak, but you moved your head and Bucky’s world came tumbling down around him.

No.

He stood straight, he didn’t want to cry in front of everyone. The muscles in his jaw clenched as he willed himself not to cry.

“You don’t remember me? At all? ...after everything?” His voice quivered despite his effort to hold it steady. “You promised.”

You stared at him. You felt sorry for him, he was obviously in a lot of pain, but you were sure that you had never met him before.

Doctor Cho made him follow her into the hall where Peggy was still waiting. She explained that you remembered everyone but him. No memory loss, you were actually recovering quite well. It was cruel, his pain was too strong, but he nodded slowly.

Once Doctor Cho was gone, Peggy turned to him.

“You have one month to leave her apartment. You’re lucky I let you stay at her place.”

She turned around to leave when Bucky whispered, “I love her.”

She turned back and gave at him with an almost sympathetic look. “If you really love her, you’ll leave her alone.”

Bucky walked back to his car. He sat there for a few seconds before he broke down into tears. He threw his head back against the headrest, crying hysterically. He gripped the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were turning white.

The next day, he took his things out of your apartment and crashed on Steve’s sofa while he looked for his own place.

You were facing a long and difficult road towards recovery. You had to learn to talk, walk and use your muscles again. It wasn’t easy, but your friends helped you a lot.

You stayed in the hospital for another month. The day before you were released, Peggy sat next to your bed.

“Are you excited to go home?”

“Yeah,” You chuckled. “I can’t stand this creepy, white room.”

“We had to rent your apartment while you were playing sleeping beauty, but everything’s in order now.” Tony explained, his brows furrowed when Peggy threw him a dirty look. “What?”

“There was someone in my apartment?” You turned your head to look at her.

“Yes, sweetie,” She sighed, faking her best smile. “But don’t worry, he’s gone.”

You stared at her for a moment, her expression unreadable. “Well I hope he didn’t mess with my things.”

“He didn’t,” Tony chuckled. “I have to make a phone call, I’ll be back in a sec.”

Tony left the room, leaving you alone with Peggy. She looked like she was hiding something. You cleared your throat, pulling her out of her thoughts. You could practically hear the gears turning in her head.

She leaned closer to you. “Can I ask you something?” You nodded. “Remember my bachelorette party?”

“Yeah,” You smirked. “When you had sex with the stripper.”

“Shh, Tony’s right outside.” She looked toward the door to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “You haven’t told anyone about it, have you?”

“No, I’ll never break our pinky swear. And I don’t want to get punched in the face.” You chuckled, but she didn’t join you. “What’s wrong?”

She waved off your concerns. “Nothing. Someone mentioned it and you’re the only one who knows about it so...”

“Well, me and Captain America.” You grinned, giving her a little wink.

“Oh, my God!” She buried her face in her hands and gasped, making you chuckle. “How do you even remember his stage name?”

You stopped laughing, a crease appeared between your brows. “I have no idea. Feels like we talked about him not long ago.”

“We never talk about him.” Peggy pointed out and you shrugged.

“I guess I just have a good memory.”

Part 10

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