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Mission Report

Pairings: Incubus!Stucky x Enhanced!Female Reader, Incubus!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Incubus!Steve Rogers x Female Reader Summary: After a night with the two demons, Brock comes to collect your body and faces the fury of all three of you. Word Count: Over 4k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, threesome, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, spitroasting, blood, violence (shooting, stabbing, and more), physical and mental torture, dark elements, death, revenge, implied noncon, possessive behavior, supernatural elements, Incubus Stucky (that's a warning, lovelies!). A/N: Fic #10 and final fic for Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense! I had to revisit my incubi the day before Halloween and this is a direct follow up to Ready to Comply. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Less than a day passed since Bucky and Steve claimed you as their own, but it felt like you always belonged to them. You were their eternal award for their capture. They were your reward for the pain you endured. The three of you would scorch the earth together.

Your captors weren't strong enough to endure the flames.

As you lay naked on the floor as instructed, you counted the footsteps as the squad members got closer. There were three pairs of heavy boots, one set which belonged to Brock Rumlow. You almost pushed yourself up when fiery anger coursed through your veins. You wanted him turned to ash just so you could watch the wind blow him away into nothingness. It would be glorious to smile in the face of his demise.

“She feels your rage, Buck. Reign it in,” Steve ordered from where he sat in the corner.

“No,” Bucky spoke in an almost laidback tone from the opposite corner. “Let her feel it.”

In the very short time they bound you to them, you figured out that Steve was the more assertive of the two. It didn't mean Bucky wasn't forceful when he had to be. At the moment though, he wanted you to feel a bit more of his impulsive side.

“Now isn’t the time,” Steve chastised, making Bucky scoff in reply.

You lost the concept of time the day you were unwillingly taken under Hydra's wing. Counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds did you no good as you waited for whatever horror they decided to unleash upon you. The days were no longer a precious gift, but a stark reminder that you were closer to death.

A sound reminiscent of a snarl escaped as you opened your mouth. “Hydra took everything from me,” you grumbled as angry tears sprang to your eyes. “I want their blood to stain the ground. I want it to paint the walls.”

Thanks to the demons in your cell, your demons, you would get your revenge. You would live to fight again. And you would live to serve them. You promised them forever, after all.

An odd sense of comfort surrounded you and allowed you to breathe a bit easier. “We can feel your pain, sweetheart,” Steve whispered.

Bucky hummed, the warmth doubling within your chest. “We can also feel your strength, doll.”

“We'll spill their blood,” the blonde promised as you blinked the tears away. “But not if you're impatient. We need you to act docile when they take you out of the room.”

“Stevie's right. We know you're angry. We all are. They'll pay. Trust us,” the brunette agreed. “And we'll have lots of fun along the way.”

Demons were many things and played lots of tricks, but one thing they wouldn't do was lie to you. It allowed you to let the hurt go for the time being. “I'll behave,” you whispered when the footsteps stopped in front of the door.

“That's our girl,” the incubi said in unison, the words wrapping around your heart and reminding you that you weren't alone in this fight.

The bond crackled between the three of you as the door swung open. It allowed you to remain still, just like they told you to. You made no move to cover yourself as the men observed you on the floor. Your demons also made no move to go toward them. With the symbol above the doorway, there was no way for them to escape.

Yet.

“Well, well, well. I thought we’d find a corpse when we opened the door,” Brock smirked. Instead of snapping back the way you wanted to, you made a wounded sound instead. “But I guess they fucked the fight out of you after all.”

“She was a lot of fun to play with,” Bucky said, the phantom touch of his claw moving along your back easing you. “Really does go pliant with a cock in her.”

You had to bite your lip to suppress your moan. They wrung so much pleasure out of you that you stopped counting the orgasms. You were certain their seed was still dripping out of your holes.

“She was stronger than most,” Steve added, one of his claws joining Bucky’s as you made another small sound. It was arousing as much as it was calming. As fun as it would be to beg for their cocks in front of these men, now wasn’t the time to play. And the guards weren’t an audience who deserved to watch you get off. “Feel free to bring her back.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Fucking freaks,” Brock sneered, his hand tightening around the taser prod on his hip. “Get up, bitch. We don’t have all day.”

You slowly lifted your head and held a hand out. All you had to do was pretend just a little bit longer. “Help me,” you whispered.

His lip curled in a dark smirk as he stayed in place. “You really think I’m dumb enough to go in there? Nice fucking try. Crawl if you can't walk.”

Bucky growled in your mind and Steve’s fury simmered in your core as you began to drag yourself across the cold floor, both of your demons itching to attack when the men laughed at your “weakened” state. You let them have their fun. It would be one of the last things they ever did in this world. And it would be your laughter ringing in their ears once their souls went to Hell.

Soon.

Once you crawled far enough out of the room, the guards finally moved to grab you. They each took an arm and yanked you to your feet, uncaring of your discomfort, as your head lolled from side to side. Brock’s eyes lewedly dragged along your shivering frame before he grabbed your chin and forced you to look into his dark eyes. There was no mercy in his gaze.

And you felt none in your heart for him.

The fingers on your chin tightened painfully, but you didn’t give Brock the satisfaction of whimpering. “Did you learn your lesson?”

“Yes, sir,” you answered before he forced you to look over your shoulder, your neck straining from the angle. Bucky and Steve’s eyes glowed a furious shade of red as they moved to the center of the room and stared you both down. It would’ve frightened you if you didn’t know that they were yours.

“I think they miss you already. Slut,” Brock taunted, saliva hitting your cheek as he roughly released you and walked down the hall. “Bring her to my office. Let’s see her fight back when she can barely stand on her own two feet.”

Steve whispered one word as the men began to drag you away. “Now.”

A surge of energy flowed through you as you harshly shoved the guard to your right away with enough force that he smacked the wall. Before the other guard could react, you grabbed his gun from his holster and aimed at his head. “Safety first,” you said, firing a bullet through his skull.

“Stupid bitch,” the first guard snapped as he straightened up. You grabbed his wrist when he reached for his gun, his skin warming under your touch as he gasped air. Just as quickly as his skin grew hot, he grew deathly cold.

“You feel that?” Bucky moaned.

“I feel it,” Steve confirmed. “She's giving us his energy.”

You didn't know how you were doing that since Bucky and Steve used sex to drain life force. Were you a conduit now thanks to your bond? Just how powerful had they made you?

“Help,” the guard gasped before you pressed the gun to his forehead and fired. You smiled when his body hit the floor. It felt like minutes, but happened in the span of seconds.

The blood along the walls also brought an unexpected moan out of you.

Blood. Red. Lust.

“That’s our girl,” Steve praised.

“Good fucking girl,” Bucky added, their pride in you making you whimper.

“Really?” Brock muttered from the end of the hall as he turned to face you, his gun in hand as you shrugged. “I should’ve known you’d do something stupid. Now I need to hire two more men.”

“Actually, you’re the one who did something stupid by giving me to them,” you said, gesturing behind you. “And we’re going to kill you.”

Your captor’s scoff made you smile more. He didn’t believe you, but you couldn’t wait to prove him wrong. “Just because you have the serum doesn't mean you're not expendable,” he said, aiming the gun at your heart. “Let's see you try and kill me with a bullet in your chest, bitch.”

“You’re not going to shoot me,” you spoke in a low and hypnotic voice. It wasn’t your own. Your demons were speaking through you. “You’re going to shoot the symbol above the door until you run out of bullets and drop your weapon.”

A bead of sweat rolled down Brock’s forehead as he slowly raised his arm higher, the veins in his neck straining as he tried to resist the order. He had every reason to be afraid. The marking was the only reason Bucky and Steve hadn’t killed him yet. Once they were free, he’d have to answer for his sins.

“What the fuck?” he asked.

“Doesn't feel good to not be in control, does it?” you replied, taking great pleasure in knowing he couldn't stop himself. “Shoot.”

You stared him down as he fired the first shot, watching him grit his teeth. Your nipples hardened as he fired again and you couldn’t help but dip a hand between your legs as power continued to move through you. It shouldn’t have aroused you so much with two dead bodies nearby, but revenge was exhilarating to say the least.

“Don’t get started without us,” Bucky called out, even as you envisioned him wrapping a hand around his cock. With a whine, you grudgingly stopped touching yourself. “I wanna taste you while he begs for his life.”

“Oh, he’ll beg,” Steve smirked, his claws scratching the wall by the door. “And we won’t listen to his prayers.”

“Shit,” Brock groaned, his arm trembling as he took his last shot.

The hall went silent as you dared to look behind you. Whatever marking that kept the demons trapped in that cell was gone now, lost in a pile of rubble and dust on the ground. “It’s time to play,” you said, urging them to come out.

The gun fell from Brock’s hand as Steve took the first step. He sighed happily when nothing prevented him from walking through, but the glow of his eyes was anything but comforting as he looked at Brock. With unnatural speed, he flew toward him as he reached for his radio. The snap of his wrist breaking was one of the best sounds you’d ever heard.

“Mmm. Break his other wrist, Stevie,” Bucky suggested as he stepped out of the room and joined you at your side. You gasped when he pulled you in front of him to grind his hips against you, his cock hard and hot against your skin. “Make him scream.”

“Fuck-” Brock screamed as Steve snapped his other wrist, his hands useless as the blonde demon grinned.

Steve brought his finger to his mouth and licked a drop of blood away. “You taste bitter,” he taunted before he lifted his head. “Another guard is on the way.”

Bucky chuckled as said man entered the hall a moment later. “All alone? That's brave and stupid.”

“Oh, my God,” he said as he surveyed the scene.

It had to be quite the sight. Blood and brain matter along the walls, the man's boss on the ground in pain, you and your demons naked and unafraid. Haunting and beautiful.

“There's no God here,” Bucky smirked as he lazily rocked his hips against you. “But feel free to pray anyway.”

“Do something!” Brock ordered through his pain.

Bucky spoke a command in his natural tongue as the guard dropped his gun. Fear radiated from him as he took a knife from his belt and turned the edge toward his throat. “I don't wanna-” he shoved the blade deep in his neck with wide eyes before he could finish his statement, gurgling as he collapsed.

“Die,” you whispered, completing his sentence.

You had to bite back a moan as Bucky turned your head to meet your lips in a filthy kiss, Steve smirking as he looked back at you two. The carnage fueled their need as much as yours. As the coppery scent of the blood continued to fill your nostrils, you justified that this was the right thing to do. The men made their beds.

They could die in them.

“Come in,” a voice on Brock's radio rang out.

“Shh. Don’t make a sound,” Steve ordered, grabbing Brock’s radio as the operative went eerily silent. His eyes bulged as the demon began to speak with his voice. “Go ahead.”

“Thought I heard commotion in the hall. Sent David in to assist. Do you need more backup? Over.”

“Negative. Subject tried to escape and we subdued her. All clear. But no one is to go in the South Wing, no matter what you see or hear. And tell all S.T.R.I.K.E. members to gather in the debriefing room and await further instructions. Over.”

“But sir-”

Steve's eyes flashed as he continued to speak like Brock. “Did I fucking stutter? Get the men there and stay the fuck out of here. That's a direct order. Over.”

“Roger that.”

Bucky chuckled when Steve crushed the radio in his hand. No alarms rang out. No soldiers ran down the hall to recapture you. There were no lockdowns. Brock knew he was fucked.

And not in the way you would be.

“You know, Rumlow. You truly are a dark soul with a penchant for pain,” the brunette began, nipping your shoulder as his hands roamed your body. “We could’ve worked out some sort of deal with you. Given you true power. But you just had to lock us up.”

Something dark surfaced from the depths of your mind as you listened. You saw yourself curled up, naked and trembling, in the corner of a cell similar to the one they kept your demons in as Brock advanced on you. “Make yourself useful or you’ll die choking on my cock,” he threatened. It was a memory you kept locked away after they captured you and shot you up with the serum. One they thought they erased for good.

The anguish was almost enough to drown yourself in.

“And you just had to hurt our girl,” Steve snarled, swiping his claws across Brock’s cheek when you whined.

“No one hurts our girl,” Bucky growled over his cry as blood sprayed from the open wounds.

You no longer felt like you were drowning as they fed you strength, allowing you to see clearly again. You always wanted someone protective by your side. Someone to fight for you. Now you had two beside you.

“He can’t hurt me anymore,” you said as the blonde grabbed him by his hair and pulled him back down the hall toward you. He may have yanked a few strands out along the way. “Would you like to hear my mission report, Rumlow?”

His chest heaved a bit as he lay on the ground, trying to breath steadily through the pain. “Yes,” he lied, knowing better than to smart off again.

You arched your back when Bucky covered your breast with his hand, squeezing it gently as Steve joined you and began to play with the other. “You tossed me in their cell with the hopes they’d drain my energy, but I came out stronger. You know why? Because I gave myself to them. All of me,” you explained. A gunshot rang out before Brock screamed and grabbed his knee, the pistol you stole from the dead guard now in Steve's hand. “Their power flows through my veins and my soul belongs to them. We’re bound to each other.”

“And her energy is delicious. Just like her cunt,” Bucky smiled as he turned and shoved you into Steve’s arms. He sank to his knees and winked before he tossed your leg over his shoulder, nosing at your slit. “Hold my horns if you need to.”

“I supposed we should thank you,” Steve said, tossing the gun away. He brought a hand back to your breast, pinching your nipple as Bucky licked along your folds. You grabbed his horns and squeezed when his wicked tongue got to work. “Whatever you injected her with helped her survive what would've killed a normal human. And the more we fucked her, the more she needed us.”

“Such a greedy, pretty thing when she takes our cocks,” Bucky spoke against your pussy, the image of him fucking your throat while Steve took you from behind shimmering in your mind. You could feel them inside you, claiming you as theirs. “Didn’t even take much for her to come when we took her ass.”

Your holes clenched, desperate for them to fill you again. “You tried to turn me into a weapon,” you moaned, smiling as blood dripped from Brock’s leg. “I guess, in a way, you succeeded. Because we’re going to destroy Hydra.”

Bucky flicked the tip of his tongue against your clit as you squirmed. It wasn't enough. You needed more. “Three guards down.”

Steve smiled as he kissed along your neck, his lips lingering on your pulse. “And you’re next, Rumlow.”

“No,” Brock breathed, pushing himself up with his elbow. Fire filled your eyes when he met your gaze, his face going pale under your stare. Were your eyes glowing? “I-I can still join you. I can help.”

“I don’t think you can help us,” Steve said, nodding down to Bucky. His tongue stabbed deep with a moan as he swiped his hand along Brock’s thigh, his claws tearing through the tactical pants and skin. More blood splattered as he screamed in agony. “But you can bleed.”

“Beg. I want you to beg for me to save you,” you moaned, grinding against the brunette’s face before your expression twisted with anger. “I was innocent, you piece of shit.”

Where was your innocence now? Gone. Destroyed. But you made a choice. You allowed yourself to slip into darkness by joining forces with the incubi they captured. And you didn't regret it for a second.

“Please,” Brock said above a whisper, trying in vain to cover his wounds. How much had it taken for him to say that single word? “I-I was just following orders. I'm sorry. Save me.”

You regarded Brock with an unsympathetic gaze. You could show him compassion that he never bestowed upon you and let him see that there was still good in you. But where was the fun in that? What kindness did you possibly owe him?

You glanced back at Steve as you considered it, who merely smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You felt Bucky smile, too. They encouraged your fury, fueled it. These demons truly were glorious. Horrifying.

And they were yours.

“You're not sorry and you know the orders were bullshit. So as far as saving you?” You asked, smiling when the realization of his doom crossed his face. “No, I don’t think I will.”

Brock's hands flew to his head as he let out a cry of anguish. It filled the hall, like a song of agony as the lights flickered. The sound almost shook you to your core, but it fed into your growing darkness. You embraced it with a smile.

“Do you know who those screams in your head belong to?” Steve asked evenly as Brock continued to yell and thrash around. “That's the suffering of every person you ever hurt. All the pain you caused.”

Bucky pulled his mouth away to glare at him. “Including our girl.”

How many bodies had Brock and his men left on their path of destruction? How many lives had they ruined? It was only fair to return the favor.

“Stop it! Make it stop!” Brock cried, slamming the back of his head against the ground with enough force to crack it. “Stop!”

You cried out when Bucky shoved two fingers inside you, his claws careful not to cut you as he thrust deep. “You're close, doll. Dripping down my fingers,” he said, the sound of your wetness blending in beautifully with the wail of pain.

“He's close, too,” Steve said in your ear as he reached down to toy with your clit, playing with the sensitive bud with a grunt. You hardly paid any attention to Brock now, even as his body twitched and blood from his skull stained the floor. He was inconsequential to you as the light began to fade from his eyes. He was nothing. “It's the end for him.”

Bucky twisted his fingers with a smirk, your pussy quivering as you were ready to fall apart. “Come while he takes his last breath. Let go. Let it all go.”

Your vision swam as you did as he commanded, your entire body throbbing with pleasure. You felt the air leave Brock's lungs as bliss flooded you, Bucky's groan obscene as he brought his mout back to lick up your essence. Steve held onto you as you lost yourself, every part of you inside and out owned by their touch.

In that moment, you were invincible.

“Good fucking girl,” Bucky said, his mouth and chin wet from your release as he took his fingers out and lowered your shaky limb from his shoulder. “Damn. I thought he'd last a little longer. I wanted to shove his taser rod up his ass.”

“You still can,” Steve said, kissing your shoulder. “You did so well, sweetheart. You okay?”

The praise from both of them made you preen as you looked at the surrounding carnage, slowly coming down from your high. “I'm better than okay,” you exhaled, reaching out with your foot to nudge Brock's body, relief hitting you square in the chest when he didn’t move. Your tormentor was dead. And you wouldn't shed a single tear for him. “He's gone. He's really gone.”

“He is. And we're free, thanks to you, doll,” Bucky spoke, licking his fingers clean before he stroked himself, a cool shade of blue flickering from his red eyes. “Our mate.”

I'm theirs and they're mine.

And as their mate, you had to thank them. Take care of them. Worship their hard and aching cocks the way you were made to.

“Fuck me,” you breathed.

“With pleasure,” Steve smiled, putting you on your hands and knees before he sank down behind you. He shoved his thick cock inside you with no warning, the head of it practically kissing your cervix as you screamed. “This is just the beginning. We have more lives to destroy when we’re done fucking you. For now.”

Bucky tapped his cock against your cheek affectionately before he pushed inside your eager mouth. “Alexander Pierce. Jasper Sitwell. Everyone. We'll kill them all,” he promised, snapping his hips in time with Steve as you moaned, letting them use you like a ragdoll between them. But you didn't feel used in the slightest.

You felt complete.

“You're free,” Steve grunted, bringing his palm down on your ass with a sharp slap. “We're free.”

He was right. You were finally free from the shackles Hydra tried to put on you. And you couldn't wait for the carnage the three of you would continue to spread, once you could form a coherent thought. All you wanted for now was for them to paint every hole of yours until there wasn’t a drop left.

Bucky's head fell back with an excited moan, as if he read your mind. “And we have so much time to make up for. So take our cocks and let us fill your holes before we burn this place to the ground.”

That was a mission you were more than happy to complete.

So, THAT happened and I'm not sorry. Hehe. Love and thanks for reading! 🧡

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Hi!! I love your imagines so much!! And I had a request if possible! Maybe f!reader and Sebastian sneak into the prefect bathroom for a bath together after a long day or something and one thing leaders to another..

My Sleep Remedy

{Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader}

AGED UP CHARACTERS, 18+ SCENARIOS (Characters are nearing the end of their 7th year and are 18+)

Word Count: ~ 5,100 words

Warnings: 18+ smut, (first time having sex, fingering, handjob, oral)

Author’s Note: Just want to say right away that I’m not a lore master on Harry Potter, I’ve only read the first book, seen the movies, and obsessed over Hogwarts Legacy. I think you need a password to get into the prefects’ bathroom but I’m going by HL rules where you can just walk in lmfaooo. Thank you for the request, anon!!! I got really into this one and had so much fun writing it. Hopefully you guys have as much fun reading it ❤ Now kick back and turn off your brain. I cleared your schedule for you, enjoy 🥰

Songs (if interested):

Spiracle - Flower Face

snowfall (Slowed + Reverb) - Øneheart, reidenshi

You’d think, after everything you had to do to catch up having come in late as a 7th year, you’d be out as soon as your head hit the pillow. Yet sleep still found a way to evade you. After tossing and turning with no signs of your eyelids growing heavier, you decided to sneak out of your dorm and wander the halls of Hogwarts once again. Maybe you could stumble upon some demiguise statues for Mr. Moon.

With the disillusionment spell coating you, you walked the halls easily, taking in all the paintings and statues. It was a shame you only had one year here, there was no way you could see the entirety of the castle in such a short time. Turning a corner, you rammed into a solid, invisible object.

The feel of hands steadied you as your rubbed at your nose. The disillusionment spell wore off for both you and Sebastian Sallow.

“Sebastian.” You said in pleasant surprise, smiling up at him. “What are you doing up?”

“Had trouble sleeping. Decided to follow your lead and go on one of these -” He waved his hand dismissively in the air, “night walks you rave so much about.” He chuckled, keeping his voice low. Of everyone he could have had insomnia with, he was happy it was you.

“Same here. Decided I might as well look for more of those demiguise statues. No idea why they bother Mr. Moon so much, I think they’re pretty adorable. Care to join me? Or did you want to be alone?”

He appreciated you asking, especially in such a way that he felt he could say ‘no’ if he needed. But he didn’t need to, or want to. “Count me in.” He smiled. “I think I spotted one in the prefects’ bathroom.”

You quirked a brow at him. “What were you doing in there?”

“Bathing, what else?”

“One of the prefects invited you to join them, did they?” You teased and he rolled his eyes, playfully shoving your shoulder.

“It’s my last year, so I figured ‘why not’? Wanted to try it at least once. And if I was caught, I’m sure people would have been happy I've moved on from the restricted section. Now come on.”

“Lead the way.”

You and Sebastian arrived at the prefects’ bathroom, cloaked in the disillusionment spell. “If I remember right, I think I saw it just over...” His eyes scanned the bathroom.

“Ah, there it is.” You strode up to it, your disillusionment spell fading. You picked it up and twirled it in your hand as you returned to Sebastian’s side. “One more down, Merlin knows how many to go.” You sighed.

He let his disillusionment fade as well, taking the moon from your hand to look it over himself. Really, he just needed a temporary distraction, every now and then he would get this terrible urge to kiss you. You never had to do anything special for the thought to pop into his head, all he could do was suffer in silence until the ache went away.

He handed the moon back to you and looked out to the bathroom. “You know, why don’t you give this bath a go? It could help you fall asleep, now that you got one less moon to worry about.”

He could see you thinking on it, clearly tempted.

“Come on, you came in late as a 7th year and you’ve been working yourself to the bone. I say you’ve earned it. It’s your only year at Hogwarts and we’re almost finished anyway. Go for it.”

“You’re such a bad influence.” You smirked at him, then scanned your eyes over the room. “This place is beautiful though, especially at night.” You thought aloud. “But what about you? If it helps you sleep, you should use it. I can come back for it another night when you’re feeling better.”

Sebastian was tempted too, this place had relaxed him in the way he needed most. It was pure tranquility. After everything that had happened that year, having that little bit of peace this place offered helped greatly. But he shook his head, “All yours tonight.”

You eyed him sadly as he looked down at his feet, shoving his hands in his pockets. You’d much rather he took it. You didn’t want to part ways with him quite yet either, but maybe this was his way of saying he needed to be alone at the moment. “Alright... thank you, Sebastian. Wait, how often do the prefects come to check on this place?”

“If they hear water running, they’re not coming in here.” He reassured you. “Even if they did suspect you weren’t someone who was allowed in here, they’d at least wait until you were clothed to rat you out.”

“Makes sense.” You exhaled, looking upon the immaculate bath the size of a pond. The thought of sitting in this beautiful, moonlit room enveloped in warm water was more enticing by the second.

Sebastian could see your dreamy stare and decided it was time for him to go. “I’ll leave you to it then.” He shot you a grin as he turned to make his way out.

“Seb.” You called softly, speaking before thinking.

“Hmm?” He turned to face you easily.

“I um...” You didn’t want him to leave. Though you spent most of your days stuck together like glue, you wanted even more of him to yourself. You only had a few more weeks at Hogwarts, and then who knew where the two of you would be?

He felt as if his heart skipped a beat when he saw the look on your face, he had never seen it on you before. It wasn’t happy, it wasn’t sad. It was hopeful... and aching. He didn’t know what to make of it as he waited for you to continue. He could see your chest rising and falling, your breathing seeming to get heavier. The sight made the wait for you to speak feel like it took ages.

You cleared your throat, mustering up the courage for your next words. “Please stay.”

His insides constricted in the most volatile way. You couldn’t possibly mean you wanted to bathe together, could you? Maybe you just thought you two could put your feet in the water? Surely no nakedness involved. Oh wonderful, he was thinking of you naked even though you were only a few feet away from him. He swallowed thickly. What do I say? What do I say?

‘Yes’ seemed like the best answer. On one hand, it could be innocent and there was no need for his mind to have taken him to such a risqué place. On the other, if you did want to bathe with him, he’d be the world’s biggest blockhead if he said ‘no’.

He had fallen hard and fast for you his final year at Hogwarts. He wished, more than anything, you came in as a 1st year so you two could have made more memories together. But only one year with you was the hand he was dealt. So he’d take every second he could, no amount of time would have felt like it was enough anyhow.

After everything you had done for him, picking him back up after what happened with Anne and Solomon, keeping his friendship with Ominis in tact, and sticking by his side even though you’ve seen the worst sides of him, how could you possibly want someone like me? You were far, far too good for him.

Who was he fooling? There was no way he would have ever said ‘no’ to you.

“I'll stay.” He answered as he took a step towards you, but that was all he’d let himself do. You needed to make the next move, so he could know what you wanted from him that night. He’d give you everything and more, all you needed to do was ask.

It was hard to keep calm when the flutter in your chest felt so overwhelming. Becoming jumpy, you brought your fingers up to unclasp your robes.

His eyes went dark. Merlin’s sake, he needed to get it together. He had seen you take off your robes countless times before. And for all he knew, you’d only be taking off your shoes and tights as well.

You glanced up at him when you slipped your robes off, then went to put them at the front of the room near the large stack of towels.

Sebastian watched your hips as you passed him. Easy now, still don’t know how far you want to go with this. He darted his gaze away and shrugged off his own robes. After tossing it aside, he went to turn on the faucets to fill up the giant tub. He desperately needed to busy himself to calm his nerves.

He peeked over at you and watched, mesmerized, as you kicked off your shoes and pulled down your tights from under you skirt, slowly revealing the skin of your legs in the most tantalizing way. His breathing started to come out shallow, his lips parting slightly.

You were either stopping there or you were going to keep gong. This was the point where he’d know what you wanted. And if that was how he handled himself getting a look at your legs? He probably wouldn’t be coherent if you took it further.

Tucking your tights and shoes away, you looked back at him over your shoulder. He shot his gaze away and tried to look busy with the faucets. He knew he must have had a dumb, slack-jawed look on his face.

In your head, you were even more of a wreck. You had taken off everything that could be viewed as innocent. You could stop there and spend a relaxing night speaking with Sebastian, or you could try to take him how you’ve always wanted him ever since he smirked at you in your first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

You knew he’d be a gentleman about all of this, so you’d have to make the first move in the direction you wanted to take it. The look on his face when he saw you had taken off your shoes and tights was encouraging. You glanced at him again but his focus was fully back on the faucets, not as encouraging.

You took a steadying breath, thankful the sound of the rushing water would drown it out. You mustered up every ounce of courage you had, locked the door, and turned your body so that you were facing him. This could be your only chance, it was now or never. Looking down at your shirt, you reached up and slowly began unbuttoning it. Once you got down to the button that opened your shirt enough to reveal the top of your bodice, you peeked up at him to check if he was looking.

And oh he was looking, the way he seemed to be watching you with undivided attention had the spark of a fire ignite in your core. You undid a few more buttons until you gradually stilled under the weight of his gaze, temporarily hypnotized by the way he was looking at you.

“Keep going.” He said, hypnotized himself. He could feel the blood draining from his head to go south, leaving it empty with nothing but thoughts of what more you could show him. He wanted all of you displayed before him, all to himself.

Your heartrate sped up, you hadn’t known what words you wanted to hear from him, but those were certainly an electrifying choice. You picked up where you left off and delighted in the way he kept his eyes on you. You got to the last of your buttons and slipped off your shirt, revealing your bodice and the skin of your shoulders.

He stood up straighter and faced you fully as he watched your shirt fall to the floor. Your skirt was less of a slow burn and more of a shock to his senses when it only took one undone button for it to fall as well.

He clenched his jaw and exhaled through his nose like he was being tortured. It wasn’t fair, the effect you had on him. He could see out of the corner of his eye that the tub still had a ways to go filling with water, so he hoped you would help him pass the time by continuing to do what you were doing.

You kept your eyes on him, nervous, excited, and aching to show him what was under your bodice. You began undoing the buttons of your final layer. His eyes fell down to your chest, and you could see his adam's apple bob in his throat. The heat you felt in your abdomen went lower, you felt it throb in the most delicious way. That throb only swelled when you glanced down at Sebastian’s pants, his erection pressing hard against the fabric. The thought of having caused it sent a thrill through you.

When you slipped off your bodice and revealed your breasts, he made his way towards you, not allowing this space between you anymore. Keeping your eyes on him as he approached, you swiftly pulled down your underskirts. His face turned pained seeing you fully naked before him, your most sensitive area exposed to him.

He stood before you, eyes darting all over you, not sure where they wanted to feast upon more. You didn’t mind that you were naked and Sebastian wasn’t. Those hungry looks of his had been more than enough to send you over the edge.

As you witnessed his eyes ardently roaming over you, you reached up and began undoing his tie, the rise and fall of his chest speeding up. You slid his tie off and went for his buttons, undoing them one by one.

It was such an intoxicating contradiction to witness, watching you take control in such a tender way. He narrowed his eyes at you as you slipped his shirt off, fingers brushing along his skin as you did so. You met his gaze and sensed he was wordlessly begging you to release his hard length from his pants.

Your lashes curtained your eyes as you looked down to undo his belt. He dared to touch you then, his fingers grazed your hips and he dragged them lightly up the sides of your torso. He held back, because the way he wanted to grab you, he was sure he’d leave bruises. You were so soft, almost like you were the most delicate thing he had ever touched, even though he knew full well you were far from it.

You undid his pants and looked back up at him. You were still for a moment and he wondered what was going through your head. Keeping your eyes on him, you gingerly grabbed at his length. You watched with delight as he hissed a breath through his teeth and shot his gaze down to your hand on him. You stroked your thumb across his tip and he almost collapsed.

He panicked when you released him and began walking away. He watched in stunned silence as you walked down the steps into the water and then dove in. You resurfaced and swam towards the faucets, turning them all off. His pants were hanging loose on his waist, his hard length teasing out of it.

“Are you coming in?” You asked without looking at him, continuing to turn off the remaining faucets, your nipples peeking out of the water every time you reached up.

His body finally kicked in to gear. He nearly fell over as he hopped on one foot to yank off one shoe, then switched sides, just as unsteady while taking off the other. His hands were shaky and quick pulling off his socks, he threw them to the side, not caring if he ever saw them again. Once he shoved down his pants, he joined you in the water, not nearly as graceful as you and causing much more splashing.

You giggled as you swam to meet him, pulling his face into a kiss. He treaded the water as you held him close to you, relishing the feel of your mouth on his, your breasts pressing against him. The water was slick on your skin, he was half tempted to swim back and just watch you exist, naked and dripping wet. But he didn’t want to leave this position, not yet.

Your hands slid down and rested on his freckled shoulders, reveling at his hard muscles there. He pulled back from the kiss slightly, wanting to look at your face. He cupped your jaw with one hand and dragged his thumb along your skin, watching the water droplets run down. He couldn’t believe this was happening, he had been in love with you for so long, and he had you with him like this. And in the prefects’ bathroom to top it off? If this was a dream, he’d absolutely die if he woke up.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he looked over your features, and you couldn’t help but smile back. Every look he gave you tonight had you melting.

“I want you to touch me.” You told him.

He was sure he was dreaming then, but he’d do everything in his power to not wake up. “I’m so glad.”

He grabbed your hand under the water and pulled you along as he swam towards the tub’s edge. He rested a hand on it to keep himself afloat. “Hold onto me.” He said. You complied, placing your hands back on his shoulders. His free hand remained under water, moving to your inner thigh, his fingers dragged up to your folds. He eyed you for your reaction, you nodded your head. The two of you looked down into the water at his hand, he ran his first finger through you, taking in the feel of it all. You dug your nails into his skin, it kept his member rock hard.

He had read books on sex before, but the boring ones. The ones with lifeless illustrations, education being the main purpose. He wasn’t completely ignorant of what was between your thighs, but he couldn’t truly know until he encountered it himself.

“Right there. Move your fingers on that spot.” Your whispered feedback had his insides reeling, and he threw out his plan to take his time feeling you.

“How should I - what do I -” He was eager to please but he'd be lying if he said he knew how.

You put a hand over his and guided him towards the top of your slit. You moved his fingers in short, up and down, rubbing motions at a quick pace. You already knew how to get yourself off from alone time in the showers, and you were earnest to have him take your place. His rough, warm fingers would feel so much better.

“Like that.” You panted. “Keep touching me like that.”

He furrowed his brows and bit his lip in concentration, all his focus going to his fingers, he was going to get this right if it killed him.

You held onto him for support as he moved against you, your peak was approaching much faster with his fingers instead of yours. His eyes darted up and down, going up to your face and then back down to your need.

You brought your hands up to his head and fisted his hair, he pressed his forehead against yours, keeping up his motions. You held him to you as your climax got closer and closer, wrapping one leg around his waist underneath the water. He was especially thankful being in the water then, it helped make the two of you more weightless. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold this strong other wise.

“I’m gonna - I’m -” He slammed his mouth onto yours to keep you quiet as he finished you off. Your muffled moan against his lips and your body spasming against his hand had him ravenous.

You pulled back from him to catch your breath, and you let your head fall against his shoulder. He held you close to him and rested his cheek against the top of your head. He wanted to make you feel that good all the time, wanted to be the only one who ever did.

You drifted back and put your hands on his chest. “Sit down.” You commanded, your breath still a bit uneven. You pushed him back gently through the water, towards the steps.

“Alright.” He responded, compliant and enamored. He kept his eyes on you as he swam backwards and sat, not wanting to miss a second of you.

He took a steadying breath as you settled your knees on either side of his legs, straddling him. He exhaled sharply when you gripped his length under the water, “Now tell me how to touch you.”

His brain couldn’t process your question. He was eye level with your chest and stared ahead with half-lidded eyes, the water droplets running down you were madness inducing. He couldn’t stop himself from cupping some water into his hand and smearing it across your chest to make you glisten even more in wetness.

“Seb.” You whimpered, gripping him tighter.

His glazed eyes looked up to yours. He was delirious, there was so much of you to look at and you were touching him in a place no one else had. Getting his hand to act since his mouth couldn’t, he followed your lead and guided you on what to do.

You wrapped your fingers around him and stroked up and down in the way he silently instructed. He leaned his elbows back on the steps and watched you, bewitched, as you fixated on his pleasure.

You propped one hand against his chest as your other worked up and down his shaft. “A bit faster.” He groaned. “That’s...” His eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Ah that’s it.” The sound of water sloshing along with your breathing echoed throughout the prefects’ bathroom, and he was nearing his peak faster than he wanted. Quickly, he leaned forward and removed your hand from him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked in a slight panic, he grabbed your face and pulled you into a kiss to put you at ease.

“Nothing.” He reassured once he pulled back. He looked up at you with longing, tortured eyes and stroked your cheek. “Can I be inside you?”

Your insides set ablaze and you nodded your head. He swallowed thickly as you adjusted on top of him, positioning yourself over his length. His hands moved to your hips and he gripped tightly, looking down into the water at you two about to join.

He did everything he could to inwardly steady himself. “Right...” He breathed. “Now... When I’m about to finish, you need to uh...” Focus! He shot a hand through his wet hair quickly then placed it back on your hip. “You need to withdraw from me, alright?”

You nodded your head, just as frantic at the anticipation as he was. “I will.”

Ignoring your jittery nerves, you took him in your hand to guide his tip to your entrance. Slowly, you sunk yourself onto him, taking your time as you felt him stretch you out to fit deeper. You felt his body stiffen under you. With a throaty groan, he wrapped his arms around you and rested his forehead against your chest. You brought your hands up to the back of his head and held him close as you both breathed through it.

He wanted to be stuck in this position forever. The feel of your heat slowly enveloping him was unreal. You whimpered as you took more of him into you. He kissed the spot between your breasts, “Go slow. Go slow.” He whispered against your skin. The words were meant for him just as much as they were you.

His eyes squeezed shut briefly when you had him fully in you.

“I - I think I’m alright now.” You said, and could feel him nod against your chest.

You swallowed the dryness in your throat, and leaned back a bit to look down into the water. Catching your curious gaze at what it looked like being joined together was one of the most arousing things he had ever witnessed.

You thought back to how he wanted your hand to move on him, so you gripped his shoulders and moved your heat up and down his length.

His hands moved down from your hips to your bottom, groping roughly. He leaned back enough so he could watch you bounce on him, quicker and quicker as you became more accustomed to the feel of him inside you.

He was becoming unhinged at it all. The feel of your heat gliding along him, the movement of your dripping wet breasts, your nails digging into his shoulders, and the sound of your panting breaths mixed with his. His climax was coming fast.

“Ah I’m about to - Please don’t stop.” He could hardly speak, and his vision was getting blurry. He leaned forward to bite at your skin, he didn’t care where, anywhere. You arched your back at the feel of his teeth, and you knew he was nearing the edge. You withdrew yourself from him just enough to take him in your hand and he kept his hands on your ass. You stroked him fast to finish him off, but an urge to take him in your mouth took over. You broke away from his grasp and submerged your face under the water, wrapping your mouth around him.

“W - Wait,” He breathed heavily, “What are you - o - oh...” His words melted into grunts as his head fell back and he spilled into your mouth.

When you felt he was done, you swallowed him and went back up for air. Wiping the water from your face, you saw his eyes were wide at you and he was trying to catch his breath. It was the most exhilarating sight.

He didn’t know what possessed you to put your mouth on him, but he needed to figure it out so he could ensure it possessed you next time too.

A dreamy sigh left your lips and you laid back into the water, floating contently as you looked up at the ceiling. He leaned back on his elbows and watched you, his legs too wobbly to move anywhere. It was quite the way to bring seven years at Hogwarts to a close.

“You know I’m in love with you, right?” Despite the lighthearted wording, there was gravity in his delivery.

You went up straight in the water to look at him. Hiding your dopey smile, you submerged yourself until it was just your eyes peeking out at him.

Getting bashful himself, he leaned forward on his knees and rubbed at his face. “Yeah, you know.” He laughed breathily. He was all too proud seeing how flushed your cheeks were and knowing he was the cause.

You swam back to him until you were standing on the steps below him. Placing your hands on his knees, you leaned forward and kissed him. You pulled back, getting a good look at all of his freckles. “I thought it was obvious I'm in love with you too.”

He pulled you back onto his lap. Gripping your thighs, he claimed your mouth with a deeper kiss. You were both tired now. He just needed this last taste of you, this last feel of your wet skin on his before you separated.

He tore himself from you and looked into your sleepy eyes with his. “Bed?”

“Afraid so.” You sighed, getting up off his lap.

You grabbed his hand, pulling him with you out of the tub. Towels were aplenty in the prefect bathroom, and he grabbed one for you and him. As the two of you dried off, the exhaustion really kicked in. You gave each other sleepy smiles as you caught the other’s eye, trying to sneak glances as you put your uniforms back on.

He finished dressing before you did and went to help you with your last few buttons. “Stay with me in Feldcroft this summer. It’d mean the world to me if you did.”

You met his half-lidded eyes with yours, a lazy smile on your lips. “Of course, I will.”

He gave you one more lax kiss, then went to unlock the door. You picked up the demiguise moon and he opened the door for you.

“What in Merlin’s name?!” A younger prefect’s unwelcome voice knocked you two out of your magical haze.

Sebastian rolled his eyes and pushed you defensively behind him, keeping you hidden.

“Were you two in the prefects' bathroom? At the same time?! Don’t tell me you… in our bathroom!”

“I think you’re mistaken, we were just retrieving a demiguise statue for Mr. Moon, that’s all.” Sebastian grabbed the moon from your hand and walked up to the prefect, their height difference becoming very apparent when he came toe to toe and looked down his nose at him.

“B - But your hair’s wet! Both of you -”

“I’ll say it once more since it doesn’t seem like you heard me. You’re mistaken.” Sebastian repeated. “And if I hear any rumors about what you think happened, I’ll know who started them, won’t I? I only have a few weeks left here at Hogwarts, let’s see to it they go by smoothly, yeah?”

“F - Fine. Just get back to Mr. Moon straightaway and go to your dorms.”

He gave the prefect a couple solid pats on the cheek. “Attaboy.”

Grumbling, the prefect turned on his heel and left.

Sebastian returned to your side, wrapping an arm around your waist and practically carrying you out of the faculty tower. “Were you trying to protect my honor back there?” You teased and could see he was biting back a cocky grin.

“I was. I could go back and scare him some more since you seem so pleased about it.”

He cackled when you smacked his arm. Sleepless nights weren’t so bad anymore.

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Captain America: The Winter Soldier Part II

Bucky Barnes x OGcharacter

photo by me.

The events in this chapter are the same as the movie Captain America: The Winter Soldier, but with the character thrust in. 99.9% are the movie.

Destroy HYDRA, and hopefully save millions. That's the only goal here. If Alexandra can accomplish that maybe there is hope for her after all.

Word Count: 1,875

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WARNINGS: Slight swearing, Violence

Chapter 14

“So how are two most wanted super soldiers and a guy with wings walk into a government facility?” I asked. We waited in the tree line by the SHIELD building. “It’s a valid question. We kinda stick out like a sore thumb.”

“Leave it to me.” Agent Hill said over comms. “Thankfully I’m still in their good graces so that I can walk through the front door.”

“Over the security cameras. Agent Hill will guide us through the building without getting seen.” Steve continued.

“Seems easy enough,” Sam said.

On edge, we followed Agent Hill’s directions till we got to the comms room. We knocked out the inner communication throughout the building. That way any HYDRA agents will have a hard time communicating.

The tech opened the door. Sam and I had our guns trained on the man while Cap stood between us.

“Excuse us.” The tech held up his hands and stepped aside for us. Cap walked up to the computers and pushed a button to start to talk. “Attention, all SHIELD agents. This is Steve Rogers. You've heard a lot about me over the last few days, some of you were even ordered to hunt me down. But I think it's time you know the truth. SHIELD is not what we thought it was, it's been taken over by HYDRA. Alexander Pierce is their leader. The STRIKE and Insight crew are HYDRA as well. I don't know how many more, but I know they're in the building. They could be standing right next to you. They almost have what they want: absolute control. They shot Nick Fury and it won't end there. If you launch those Helicarriers today, HYDRA will be able to kill anyone that stands in their way, unless we stop them. I know I'm asking a lot, but the price of freedom is high, it always has been, and it's a price I'm willing to pay. And if I'm the only one, then so be it. But I'm willing to bet I'm not.”

It was impressive how he could give off so much power and respect through his speeches.

“Did you write that down first, or was it off the top of your head?” Sam asked.

“I’m guessing he was rehearsing it in the mirror this morning.” I joked.

He gave us a slight smile. “Come one we need to get on those carriers.”

We follow Cap to the launching platform. They were just starting to take off. I split off towards the one I needed to get onto before it got too high up.

I stuck the landing. I needed to get to the control platform as quickly as I could. One, two, three, four. I took down as many agents as I could.

By the time I got to the platform I only had two knives left. I had to find a way to get those back. I spent too much money on tactical knives each month.

I get to the control platform and switched out the blades. “Charlie lock,” I said into the comms.

“Three down. One to go.” Hill said.

Back on the landing pad, I was able to retrieve a few knives, but I lost them again when I tried to take a jet to the other carrier.

I knew the basics of flying. Take off, and move forward. The landing was still very iffy.

I saw the fourth carrier and a dozen men shooting at me. Why not use my shitty landing skills to my advantage.

I ejected from my seat, and let the jet crash on all of them. I landed with a roll.

“Six minutes,” Hill said.

I stood on the platform watching Sam carry Cap over. “Thanks for dropping by,” I say when they land.

“You know, you’re a lot heavier than you look.”

“I had a big breakfast.”

Before I saw him I heard it. “Lookout,” I called out, but he already kicked Steve. He went flying over the edge. “Steve,” I yelled

As Sam engaged I ran to the edge. I saw he landed on the edge of the carrier. Seeing that he’s okay. I went back to help Sam, but before a knife could leave my hand. The Winter Soldier ripped one of Sam’s wings off and threw him off the edge.

I stood there for a moment.

I was too close to the edge, and his foot connected with my chest. I went flying over. Holy shit I might die. This was it. As I was in free fall I noticed I’m falling towards the water. I straighten out and slice through the water. There was still immense pain in my legs when I connected, but at least I’m alive.

I broke the surface. I heard Steve over the comms trying to get my attention. “Alex.”

“I’m okay,” I said. Swimming over to the bank of the river. My legs were in agonizing pain. I laid there for a moment trying not to move.

“Alexandra, I could use your help,” Hill said.

“On my way.” I attempted to get up. The pain has gone down a bit, but as I run back into the building. It worsened.

I arrived just in time to fight off the last HYDRA agents that broke into the control room. “Glad you can make it.” She grumbled.

Once they were all unconscious I pulled a large cabinet in front of the door blocking the others to come in. “I fell almost a thousand feet Hill and broke both my legs. Be lucky that I even made it here.”

“Deta lock.” I heard Steve say.

“Okay, Steve, get out of there,” I said.

“Fire now.”

“But Steve-” I interjected “Do it. Do it now.”

“No,” I said but Hill pushed the button. “What the hell.” I shoved her away, but it was too late. The helicarriers started firing on each other. “What did you do?”

“We had to.”

I bashed through the cabinet that blocked the door. There were a couple guys in the hall, but I threw my knives at them before they could get a shot off.

I got outside just to watch the fiery balls of metal fall from the sky. I located the one Steve was on. I found it as I could see his shield fall into the water. I jumped in to retrieve it. If he lost this… I’m not finishing that thought.

Looking back up I could see a body falling into the water in the distance. Then there was a second one jumping in after him. I got to shore just as they did. I watched as The Winter Soldier dragged Steve’s unconscious body out of the water.

I got closer. He was about to walk off. “Hey.” He looked back. Unsure what I was going to say. Instead, I just nodded my head at him. He repeated the gesture back and walked off.

“I need an ambulance on the west side of the river,” I said.

“They’re on their way,” Nat said.

I stayed with Steve till they took his unconscious body to the hospital.

The next day Natasha, and I sat in front of a group of men, and were surrounded by reporters with flashing cameras. I hope they got my good side.

“Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?” The bailiff said.

“I do.” We said at the same time and sat.

“First order of business.” One of the suites said. “Since the disbanding of SHIELD Agent Thomas will be-”

“Assigned to the Avengers Initiative immediately.” Nat interrupted the man. Ha! What?

“You do not have the authority to make that decision, Agent.”

“I didn’t. Before Director Fury was assassinated he declared it.” She handed the paper to the Bailiff that delivered it to the men deciding my fate. “As you can see, it was signed by Fury and Captain Rogers. They believed that she was fit to reenter society.” I take a quick glance around me. Fuck I hope they’re broadcasting this. Roxy would be dying. She's laughing so hard. I just know it.

The document was passed around by each man. My hands are starting to sweat. This was ridiculous. Me. An Avenger?

“The document will be viewed by the President, but in the meantime, Stark can deal with you.”

Holy. Shit. I wanted to jump around, and celebrate, but that would be inappropriate. So instead I just sit straight-faced but celebrating in my head.

“Why haven’t we yet heard from Captain Rogers?” They continued talking.

“I don’t know what there is left for him to say. I think the wreck in the middle of the Potomac made his point fairly eloquently.”

“Well, he could explain how this country’s expected to maintain its national security now that he laid waste to our intelligence apparatus.

“HYDRA was selling you lies, not intelligence.”

“Many of which you seem to have had a personal hand in telling.”

“Agent, you should know that there are some on this committee who feel, given your service record. You and Agent Thomas, both for this country and against it, that you belong in a penitentiary, not mouthing off on Capitol Hill.” “You’re not gonna put me in a prison. You’re not gonna put any of us in a prison. You know why?”

“Do enlighten us.”

“Because you need us. Yes, the world is a vulnerable place, and yes, we helped make it that way. But we’re also the ones best qualified to defend it. So if you want to arrest me, arrest me. You’ll know where to find me.” She strutted off. I went after her, but more in a wobbly manner.

Sam Steve and I were standing in front of the gravestone of Nicholas J. Fury later that day.

“So, you experienced this sort of thing before?” Fury asked, stepping next to us.

“You get used to it,” Steve responded.

“We’ve been data-mining HYDRA’s files. Looks like a lot of rats didn’t go down with the ship. I’m headed to Europe tonight, wanted to ask if you’d come.”

“There’s something I gotta do first.”

“How about you Wilson? Could use a man with your abilities.”

“I’m more of a soldier than a spy.” He looked at me. “I’m not even gonna ask.”

“Smart.”

“Alright then.” He took Steve’s hand to shake. “Anybody asks for me, tell them they can find me right here.”

“You should be honored, that’s about as close as he gets to saying thank you,” Nat called. Steve goes to talk to her. While I stay and talk to Sam.

“How does it feel to be a free woman?” He asked me.

“I don’t know. Ask me when we find him.”

“What is your connection to him?”

“They used my blood to make him the way he is. How deep that connection goes. That’s something I need to find out.”

“Be careful, Steve. You might not want to pull on that thread.” Natasha called out.

“You’re going after him?” Sam asked.

“You don’t have to come with me.”

“Yes, I do.” We may have different reasons for finding him. I needed answers that he might have.

“When do we start?”

Chapter 15

#bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #Bucky Barnes x #Original Character #Sebastain Stan #Winter Soldier #Captain America #Steve Rogers #Chris Evans #Falcon #Sam Wilson #Marvel #MCU #Slowburn

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To all the men criticizing Jen for talking about being catcalled:

Getting catcalled doesn’t just make you feel mildly uncomfortable. It makes you feel unsafe. You never know which of those guys jeering at you is going to follow you and try to rape or kill you.

Sorry, if that offends your sensitivities and doesn’t fit in with your worldview, but that’s how women feel.

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It's 2022 and people still excuse Wanda reading the Darkhold because "she didn't know about how problematic was the book"

She is a fucking adult and can connect concepts. She saw Agatha's past, where her family tried to kill her because she was dealing with dark magic. The book is called the Book of dammed. There is a whole chapter dedicated to how she will destroy the world.

You don't have to be very bringht to reach the conclusion with that information that THE FUCKING BOOK WAS DANGEROUS. If she truly cared, she would had reached Strange inmediatly.

But she didn't care. Or you think she was stupid to not notice it. But this woman was a member of the Avengers, Who had to deal with dangerous situations and dangers. How she has enough of critical thinking to manage that but she is stupid to not notice a diabolic book? you can't have both.

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Captain America: The Winter Soldier Part II

Bucky Barnes x OGcharacter

photo by me

The events in this chapter are the same as the movie Captain America: The Winter Soldier, but with the character thrust in. 99.9% are the movie.

Now with an actual plan Alexandra, Natasha, Steve, and Sam attempt to find out what HYDRA is planning.

Word Count: 1,010

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WARNINGS:

Chapter 13

“It was him. He looked right at me like he didn’t even know me.”

“How is that even possible? It was like seventy years ago.”

“None of that was your fault, Steve,” Nat said.

No, it was mine. “Even when I had nothing I had Bucky.”

He was going to hate me, but I had to tell him. This was too big not to. I couldn’t look at him or I was filled with guilt. So instead I looked over at Nat who was still bleeding. “We need to get her to a doctor or she’s going to bleed out,” I said. My voice was staggering.

Suddenly one of the guards pulled out an electric rod and neutralized the other guard and knocked him out. As Agent Hill took off her helmet.

“That thing was squeezing my brain.” She looks at Sam then at me. “Whose this guy?”

“Sam, Agent Hill. Agent Hill, Sam.” Steve introduced as she unlocked our cuffs.

“You look like you’re going to throw up.” She said to me,

“I think I might.”

Agent Hill took us to a bunker. I’m holding up Nat that’s about to pass out. There was a man running down the hall towards us. “She’s lost at least a pint.” “Maybe two,” I said.

“Let me take her.”

“She’ll want to see him first.” Hill pulled back a curtain revealing a bedridden Nicholas Fury.

“About damn time.”

We were all in shock. “Over here.” The doctor said to me, I sat her in the chair, and he started treating her wound.

“Lacerated spinal column, a cracked sternum, shattered collarbone, perforated liver, and one hell of a headache.”

“Don’t forget your collapsed lung.” The doctor said.

“Let’s not forget that. Otherwise, I’m good.”

“They cut you open. Your heart stopped.” Steve said.

“Tetrodotoxin B. Slows the pulse to one beat per minute. Banner developed it for stress. Didn’t work so great for him, but we found a use for it.”

“Why all the secrecy? Why not just tell us?” Steve asked.

“Any attempt on the director's life had to look successful,” Hill answered.

“Can’t kill you if you’re already dead. Besides, I wasn’t sure who to trust.”

Later we sat around a table. We caught Fury up on everything we have learned so far. He was holding a picture of Pierce, and said, “This man declined a Nobel Peace Prize. He said. Peace wasn’t an achievement, it was a responsibility.” He dropped the photo on the table. “See stuff like this is what gives me trust issues.”

“We have to stop the launch,” Nat said.

“I don’t think the council is accepting my calls anymore.” He opened a briefcase showing us four chips.

“What’s that?” Sam asked.

“Once the Helicarriers reach three thousand feet, they’ll triangulate with Insight satellites becoming fully weaponized,” Hill explained.

“We need to breach those carriers and replace their targeting blades with our own,” Fury added.

“One or two won’t cut it. We need to link all four carriers for this to work because if one of those ships remains operational a whole lot of people are going to die.” Hill continued.

“We have to assume everyone aboard those carriers is HYDRA. We need to get past them, insert the server blades, and maybe, just maybe. We can salvage what's left-”

“We’re not salvaging anything. We’re not just taking down the carriers, Nick. We’re taking down SHIELD.” Steve interrupted.

“SHIELD had nothing to do with it.”

“You gave me this mission, this is how it ends. SHIELD’s been compromised, you said so yourself. HYDRA grew right under your nose and nobody noticed.”

“Why do you think we’re meeting in this cave? I noticed.”

“And how many paid the price before you did?”

“Look, I didn’t know about Barnes.” The sickness came back when he said his name. I’m just going to feel horrible until I tell Steve.

“Even if you had, would you have told me? Or would you compartmentalize that too? SHIELD, HYDRA it all goes.”

“He’s right.” Hill agreed. Fury looked at Nat then me, and then Sam.

“Don’t look at me. I do what he does, just slower.” Sam said.

“Well...Looks like you’re giving the orders now Captain.”

Steve was standing on a bridge looking out at the scenery. He looked deep in thought. I stood next to him, and he said, “What was that back there?” He must’ve noticed my unease.

“It was him. He was the one who saved me.”

“How?”

“I don’t know.” I guess now was the time I finally told him. “Maybe it has something to do with them experimenting on him with my blood.”

“You told me it didn’t work.”

“What would you have done if I did.” He was silent. “See. I was only looking out for myself.”

“Did you know it was Bucky?”

“No, I didn’t know his name till now. If I did, I would’ve told you right away.”

“Would you?”

“Yes. I would’ve. Steve, you believed that I could change, and you helped me. I’d even like to consider you my friend. I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that.”

He finally looked at me. Thankfully with a readable face. I released the tension I was holding onto. “I believe you.”

Sam came up behind me. “He’s gonna be there you know.” He said.

“I know.” Steve looked back out into the distance.

“Look whoever he used to be, the guy he is now. I don’t think he’s the kind you save. He’s the kind you stop.”

“I don’t know if I can do that.”

“Well, he might not give you a choice. He doesn't know you.”

“He might.” I interrupted. “When we fought the first time he could’ve easily killed me, and he let me go. It can’t be a coincidence. If he can recognize me for only knowing me for a few minutes. There is a chance.”

“I’ll take it,” Steve said, walking off.

“You’re gonna wear that?”

“No. If you’re gonna fight a war, you gotta wear a uniform.”

Chapter 14

#bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #Bucky Barnes x #Original Character #Sebastian Stan #Winter Soldier #Captian America #Steve Rogers #Chris Evans #natasha romanov #Black Widow #Falcon #Sam Wilson #Marvel #MCU #Slowburn

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Captain America: The Winter Soldier Part II

Bucky Barnes x OGcharacter

photo by me.

The events in this chapter are the same as the movie Captain America: The Winter Soldier, but with the character thrust in. 99.9% are the movie.

Now with an actual plan Alexandra, Natasha, Steve, and Sam attempt to find out what HYDRA is planning.

Word Count: 1,604

Series List

WARNINGS: Slight swearing, violence

Chapter 12

I waited on the roof of a building across the street with my rifle. The plan wasn’t to shoot him but to scare him enough to comply. Sam called Sitwell, and I waited for the signal. So I listened to his one-sided conversation. I watched through the scope. Making sure there were no surprises.

“Agent Sitwell, how was lunch? I hear the crab cakes here are delicious.” There was a pause. “The good-looking guy in the glasses, you're ten o’clock. Your other ten o’clock.” Sitwell’s mouth moved, but I couldn’t hear. “You’re gonna go around the corner, to your right. There’s a grey car, two spaces down. We’re going to take a ride.” Silence. “Because that tie looks really expensive.” That was the signal that I turned on the red beam. Aimed right at his chest.

He went white and followed Sam’s instructions.

I followed behind Steve as he pushed Sitwell through the door to the roof.

“Tell me about Zola’s algorithm.”

“Never heard of it.”

“What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?”

“I was throwing up, I get seasick.” Steve forced him to the edge of the rooftop. He smiled. “Is this little display meant to insinuate that you’re gonna throw me off the roof? Not really you’re style, Rogers''

“You’re right. It’s not. It’s hers.” Steve stepped aside letting me kick him off the roof edge. I heard his screams as he fell.

“Oh, wait. What about that girl from accounting, Laura..?”

“Lillian. Lip piercing, right?”

“Yeah, she’s cute.” I wasn't sure why I was so invested in Steve going on a date with someone. I could focus that energy on myself.

“Yeah, I’m not ready for that.” Then Sam in his Falcon suit, flew over the edge holding a very scared man. Sam threw him onto the ground behind us. He held his hands up in fear.

“Zola’s algorithm is a program...for choosing Insight’s targets.” He frantically said.

“What targets?”

“You! A TV anchor in Cairo, the Undersecretary of Defense, a high school valedictorian in Iowa City. Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, anyone who’s a threat to HYDRA! Now or in the future.”

“The future? How could it know?”

He laughed. “How could it not? The 21st century is a digital book. Zola taught HYDRA how to read it. Your bank records, medical histories, voting patterns, e-mails, phone calls, you damn SAT scores. Zola’s algorithm evaluates people’s past to predict their future.”

“And what then?”

“Pierce is going to kill me.”

“What then!” Steve said in a more assertive voice.

“Then the Insight Helicarriers scratch people off the list. A few million at a time.”

Mass genocide was their goal? I thought I was crazy.

We regrouped in Sam’s car. I’m sitting in the middle with a gun on Sitwell so he didn’t do anything stupid.

“HYDRA doesn’t like leaks.” He said.

“So why don’t you try sticking a cork in it.” Sam quipped.

“Insight’s launching in sixteen hours, we’re cutting it a little bit close here,” Nat said.

“I know. We’ll use him to bypass the DNA scans and access the Helicarriers directly.” Steve said.

“What? Are you crazy? That is a terrible idea.”

“Can you just shut up?” I demanded. That’s when it started like clockwork. This time it was different. More defined, clear. I’ve only heard it like this two other times.

“Hurry,” I yelled.

If I would’ve blinked I would’ve missed it. The car window shattered, and I watched as Sitwell was pulled out of the car, and thrown into traffic.

“What the fu-” He was on top of the car and started shooting. Steve pulled the emergency brake. Throwing him forward onto the street.

I lifted my hand to shoot when a car smashed into us throwing me forward. I hit my head on the dash and dropped my gun. The Winter Soldier jumped back onto the car. Smashing his metal hand into the windshield, ripping the steering wheel out.

“Shit,” Sam yelled. I found the gun on the ground and blindly started shooting through the roof.

“Hang on.” Suddenly Steve was grabbing the back of my shirt, and the car started to flip. I grabbed onto Sam, and all four of us skidded down the street on the ripped-off car door.

We came to a stop, and I watched the Winter Soldier joined by HYDRA agents as they started shooting, we scattered. I ran off to find cover behind a car. The others went the other way.

Peaking over the hood of a car. The Winter Soldier shot a grenade at Steve. His shield protected him, but he still went flying over the overpass.

I only had one knife, and half a magazine. The agents are relentlessly shooting. I’m not getting a chance to get off a shot.

Taking a chance I peeked around to see a grenade heading my way. I vaulted over the highway divider just in time my cover was blown up.

I got to get off this bridge. I risked running across the street almost getting run over by a car. I’m about to edge when the car next to me exploded. Hitting me, and knocking me over the edge.

I adjusted myself so I landed on my feet. Not my head. Since I’m down here I could check on Steve. I ran under the overpass.

Because of the sun, I could see the shadow of him. He was looking out not down at me. I sneaked into a position where I could see him perfectly, and I shot. I must’ve hit him since he disappeared behind his barrier.

I moved. Once I was repositioned he reappeared, and started spraying bullets. I really pissed him off. I shot back till I was out, and I ran. Hopefully, I pissed him off enough that he followed me, and the others could get away.

I took a glance back, and he jumped down to the street. I picked up my pace.

I needed a plan. Distract him enough to get close. My combat skills have improved since last time. I hope I’m right.

I recorded an emergency message on my phone and put it on repeat. A little trick Nat taught me.

With it playing behind a car I sat and waited. I didn’t need to watch for him. Since I had a Winter Soldier beacon in my head. I didn’t risk him seeing me. The screaming got louder, and louder till it was deafening. He was right behind me. Then there was an explosion.

I jumped over a car and pinned his upper body between my legs. Taking out my knife I try and stab him in the chest. He grabbed my hand to resist. I tighten my grip with my legs as he tries to buck me off.

Throwing me back against a car my balance faltered, and he was able to throw me off. I went flying across the road. He was about to shoot me when his metal arm went limp.

Nat helped me up, and we ran. Around the corner, there were still so many civilians.

“Get out of the way,” Nat yelled at them. “Run.” A single gunshot rang. Hitting Nat right in the shoulder. She collapsed. Dragging her closer to the car for cover.

“You need to run.” She said.

“No way.”

He stepped around and was about to shoot when Steve came up beside him, and they started to fight. Giving me a chance to check Nat's wound.

“The bullet went straight through.” It wasn’t anywhere life-threatening at the moment, but she was still losing a lot of blood.

“We need to get you out of here. I’m going to distract him. You need to go.” I said.

With my knife in hand, I went out. Steve and I weren’t landing any attacks. Each punch was deflected. Every swipe of the knife dodged.

I got some good kicks, but I got in reach of his metal arm. He grabbed my neck and threw me into a van. I rolled over the hood and landed on the concrete. My head bounced on the ground.

I could only watch Steve fight this guy alone. My head was fuzzy, and I had a hard time moving.

I’m finally getting movement in my arms. Sitting up I saw The Winter Soldier losing his mask. Revealing his face. Then Steve just stood there, mouth wide open.

“Bucky?” Steve stood in the middle of the street dumbfounded.

Bucky? The Bucky Barnes? When Steve brought me to the Smithsonian to teach me his history he told me about his best friend. I even saw pictures. How could I not put this together? I’m smarter than that. Well, I thought.

When I saw the photos I felt peace and calm. Not this roaring rage when I see the man in front of me now. I thought there were similarities, but it didn’t connect. It was the eyes. Even the photos I've seen reminded me of the man in the lab next to me.

We all stood there for a moment. Steve was stunned, I was floored, and The Winter… Bucky was confused.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” He raised his hand to shoot at Steve. He was still standing there frozen. I tackled Steve to the ground just as Bucky shot.

Then there was an explosion. I looked over to see Nat holding a grenade launcher. I turned back ready for another attack, but he was gone. Replaced by police and SHIELD agents.

“Get your hands up. On the ground.” I do as they said.

Chapter 13

#bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #Bucky Barnes x #Original Character #Sebastian Stan #Winter Soldier #Captain America #Steve Rogers #Chris Evans #natasha romanov #Black Widow #Sam Wilson #Falcon #Marvel #MCU #Slowburn

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big thank you to eddie munson and steve harrington living in our minds rent free.

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total mystery

summary: The new mystery on the block isn’t a new supernatural entity or government scientists. But rather the fact that somehow, the preppy, popular, cheer co-captain and class president of Hawkins High is dating Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson: repeat senior and leader of the Hellfire Club.

tags: Eddie x fem!reader, everyone at Hawkins High (1) simps for you and (2) cannot believe their eyes and ears lol, pure fluff, typical opposites attract romance, Steve and Robin banter, Jason slander, humor, one OC named Carl, Eddie just being really goddamn in love to the point it's sickening

word count: 3.8K+

a/n: the chokehold this man has over all of us... I get it now. Also I changed some stuff from the show to fit the story so please overlook any discrepancies!!! also i feel like i wrote too many kisses i'm sorry if that's annoying haha

“Did you hear?” Robin doesn’t even bother to greet Steve, seemingly out of breath and frazzled as she slides behind the counter of Family Video. Raising his eyebrow in confusion, Steve frowns and shakes his head sideways.

“Hear what?”

Robin grins mischeviously, looking side to side before leaning over to whisper.

“Apparently, (Y/n) (L/n) is dating Eddie Munson.”

Steve almost chokes on the can of diet coke he’s drinking, the carbonated liquid burning his throat as he coughs repeatedly to catch his breath. Robin looks way too amused for her own good, simply swinging her legs off of the counter as she adjusts her name tag onto her shirt. He has no idea how she can be so casual about it all, when Steve's eyes are almost bugging out of their sockets.

“THE (Y/n)? Like, co-captain of the cheer team, student president for two years in a row, only wears dresses and skirts to school every day (Y/n)?”

Robins rolls her eyes at her best friend’s dramatic reaction.

“Obviously. Do you know any other girls at Hawkins High with her exact name?”

Steve was suddenly grateful that today was a slow day - there was an eldery couple at the back looking through the historical fiction section and a young son and his mother lazily flicking through the new arrivals section, but otherwise the store was quite empty. Giving him a perfect excuse to press Robin for more information on this salacious rumor.

“Where did you even hear this?"

Robin shrugs, sliding off the counter to begin sorting through the cash register.

“Had to take a bus here and a group of juniors happened to be sitting in front of me. It’s all they could talk about for the entire twenty minute ride.”

Steve suppresses an eye roll at her response, turning sideways to glare at the busy brunette.

“Oh come on, then you CAN’T take the rumor seriously. People gossip all the time at Hawkins High! Most likely, someone saw them interacting in a very innocent manner - like running into each other in the hallway - and spun a romantic story out of it to fill their boredom.”

Robin clicks her tongue, shrugging her shoulders once more before closing the register and looking up at him with a sigh.

“Don’t shoot the messenger, Steve. It’s just what I heard. And…” she pauses, chuckling. “In a weird way, I can kind of see it happening.”

“You’re completely out of your mind, Buckley.” Steve counters, confident that she's wrong.

“Yeah? How much you willing to bet for it?” Robin has a gut feeling that she’s right, and she’ll never pass up a chance to (a) prove Steve Harrington wrong and (b) make some money from it. Luckily, Steve seems to take the bait, straightening up at her proposal.

“Please, I’m confident enough to bet you $20 out the gate.”

“$20?! You’re-”

Then as fate would have it, the front door swings open and you enter the store, your white tweed jacket and matching skirt a sore contrast to the bright blue and red neon color palette of the store. Clutching a small leather handbag over your left shoulder, you seem a bit lost on where to start, before you make your way over to the new arrivals section. Steve hasn’t really seen you since his graduation a year ago - he was always aware of you, and the two of you did share some mutual friends - but he’d never really taken the time to get to know you.

But now, staring at you from the counter, Steven wishes he had made the effort to at least befriend you. He's watching in awe as your perfectly manicured nails tap alongside the cover of a random action movie, your bright eyes squinting at the title before turning it over to examine another tape. The neon glow from the signs above seem to illuminate your face perfectly, exposing your soft blush and sticky lipgloss, your lips parting ever so slightly to sound out the movie titles.

“Oy.” Robin then elbows him on the side, causing Steve to wince in mock pain. “Stop ogling at her. I know she’s hot, but she’s taken, remember?”

Steve glares at her response, before rolling up his sleeves and stretching his neck.

“Yeah right. Anyways. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go help our new… customer.”

Robin attempts to stop him but now there’s a line of previous customers at the checkout counter, effectively pinning her to behind the cash register. But then she spots Eddie’s van pull up in the parking lot outside, and suddenly that didn't seem so bad. Oh, this was going to be so interesting for her to watch.

You’re stuck trying to decide between two movies - Footloose and Sixteen Candles - when Steve casually strolls up next to you, flipping on his boyish charm. You sense someone else’s presence behind you and turn around to see Steve Harrington, pointing at the two selections you’re holding with a smile on his face.

“They’re both really good picks, but I prefer Footloose. It’s the perfect mix of comedy and drama. Plus you can’t go wrong with Kevin Bacon dancing to rock music in a town where it’s illegal.”

His comment makes you giggle - a light, melodic sound that makes Steve's whole body buzz with warmth.

“Thanks, Steve. Good to see you here, I haven’t seen you around since-”

“Since graduation, yeah. You’re almost there too, huh?” he teases, and you shift nervously on your feet.

“Oh yeah, senior year and all! I can’t believe my four years are coming to an end. It feels like just yesterday that I was a freshman, starting out in Hawkins as the new kid with zero friends. I’m so glad I’m not a freshman anymore.” you laugh nervously.

“I’m glad you’re not a freshman anymore, either.” Steve offers, stepping closer to you.

“Why’s that?” you hum, amused. Steve's grin widens as he prepares his next sentence.

“Cause now that you’re no longer a freshman, I can ask you-”

But Steve doesn't get to finish his sentence when two strong arms suddenly wrap around your waist, accompanied by a voice whispering “boo” into your ears. You jump at the sudden contact and noise, before realization dawns on you and you turn around to face Eddie, a semi-frown etched on your face.

“You jerk! You almost gave me a heart attack.” you smack him in the chest with your bag lightly, causing him to double over in laughter.

“I’m sorry, princess. But you’re just too fun to tease.”

Princess.

Steve’s blood runs ice cold at the nickname, as his eyes do a double take at the sight of you two together. His gaze follows as Eddie wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you right up against him as the metalhead takes out one of the movies from your hands and inspects it in the light.

“Sixteen Candles, huh? I know I said you could pick the movie this time but you’re really killing me with these choices, angel.”

“Oh actually, Steve recommended Footloose so I think we should rent that one!” you excitedly respond, linking your fingers with his.

“Sounds good to me. Can we check this one out?” Eddie asks politely, as Steve blinks wordlessly for a few moments. He’s shell shocked, embarrassed and confused as he forces himself to nod, trodding up to the counter and practically shoving Robin to the side to scan the damn VHS.

“Hi Robin!” you greet the girl at the counter with a wide smile, as her eyes light up.

“You know who I am?”

“Of course I do! One of my big campaigns last year was to increase the budget for our school’s band. You're amazing, by the way."

The two of you engage in light dialogue, but it all falls on deaf ears for Steve. Quickly completing the transaction and giving Eddie a forced grin, he watches as Eddie links his fingers with yours again, walking you away from the counter.

“Oh, wait!” you pause in your tracks, turning around to look at Steve. “Steve, you wanted to ask me something?”

The silence in the store is almost painful, with you looking at Steve with such innocence and wonder, Robin (badly) stifling her laugh behind Steve, and Steve’s ears going pink with embarrassment.

“No, it’s uh, it’s nothing! It was about student government but I can just ask someone else in the committee.”

You frown at his response, concerned.

“Are you sure? You can ask me right now!”

God, Steve wishes there was a hole he could dive under right now because the embarrassment is becoming almost unbearable.

“Yeah I’m sure.”

You give him another dazzling smile, bidding him and Robin goodbye, before the door closes behind you and Eddie, your laughter ringing in Steve's ears as Eddie impatiently pulls you towards his car. Steve can basically feel Robin’s gaze burning into his back as he turns around, dejected and mortified. Robin opens her mouth to tease him, but Steve quickly holds his hand up to stop his best friend from speaking.

“I know, I know. That was pathetic.”

“And I was right.” Robin smugly adds. “About (Y/n) and Eddie.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

Robin lets a few moments of silence pass before she pokes him on the side.

“So, about the $20….”

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“The two of them together? No fucking way.” Jason put out the lit cigarette dangling from his mouth as he leanged against the metal railings of the Starcourt Mall, glaring at his teammate, Carl, who had just said that he had seen you and Eddie making out behind the bleachers last Friday. “(Y/n) is like, one of the hottest girls in school. Why the hell would she settle for a freak like him?”

“Beats me, man. Maybe it was just a one time thing?” Carl weakly offers, shrugging his shoulders. Jason doesn’t seem very satisfied at his friend’s answer, craning his neck and looking over the side of the railings. The mall is as busy as it gets on a Saturday like today, with families, couples and friend groups pushing against each other from store to store.

“I’ll see it when I believe it.” Jason puffs out his chest in annoyance, his tone laced with a twinge of anger and animosity that intrigues Carl.

“You have something against her or something?”

As soon as the question leaves Carl’s mouth, he remembers - last week’s party, by Chrissy’s pool house. Jason had strolled up to you with a drink in hand before asking you out, which you had flat out declined in front of basically the whole basketball team. It seemed as if the memory is also suddenly in Jason’s mind as the blonde rolls his eyes and shoves past his friend, swearing under his breath.

“You know damn well I don’t. Just shut the fuck up, okay? Let's just get some food."

His tone is decisive and Carl knows better than to push the blonde's temper any further.

“Sure.”

The two of them don’t speak whilst walking towards the food court, the distant sound of muffled conversations and music from stores filling the air. Jason is taking his time to look around, comparing his options, when he hears your unmistakable laughter from the end of the hall. He tears his gaze away from the booth, only to see you perched on Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson’s lap, feeding him spoonfuls of ice cream as his ring clad fingers brush against your exposed knees.

The sight makes the jock feel sick with anger and jealousy, and suddenly he’s glad that the mall is bustling with people. Through the crowds and crowds of strangers, the two of you seem blissfully unaware of the star basketball player’s envious gaze, too caught up in each other’s presence to notice anything else but each other. Then you kiss Eddie’s cheek, whispering something in his ears before leaving the ice cream cup in his hands to walk off somewhere.

Ignoring Carl’s protests to just “leave them alone”, Jason finds himself strolling up to his enemy, Jason's steps forceful and hurried. Eddie’s smile falters ever so slightly when he looks up at who’s suddenly standing in front of him, before an amused smirk appears on his face.

“Jason. What a pleasant surprise. To what do I owe the honor, my good sir?” his voice is dripping with sarcasm and more than ever, Jason wants to smack the damn expression off of his face.

“Cut the shit, Munson. What the fuck are you doing with (Y/n)?” Jason aggressively questions.

“I was kissing her, duh.” Eddie responds as a matter-of-factedly, enjoying being able to tease the jock. It’s not often that Eddie has the true upper hand, actual power over someone like Jason - so he’s relishing in it now, watching the basketball player’s confident facade crumble like chalk as his chest heaves in angry breaths.

“I know that, jackass. I’m asking what the fuck you’re doing kissing HER.” the blonde presses, but Eddie simply leans back against the table nonchalantly, totally unbothered.

“She’s my girlfriend, buddy. What else would we be doing? Because if you’re worried that's all we do-” Eddie pauses, before leaning forward with a dangerous glint in his eyes. “No need. We do a lot more, if you get what I mean.”

Jason’s hands flare upwards to land a punch on Eddie's face but Carl beats the blonde to it, wrapping a hand on Jason’s wrist and tugging his friend backwards.

“He’s not worth it, dude. Besides, your mom said you’d be grounded if you got arrested for assault one more time.”

Jason stares straightforward at Eddie Munson with nothing but hatred in his heart, whilst the metalhead looks proud and relaxed, amused at how everything has played out. Shoving his teammate off, Jason straightens up, brushing his varsity jacket sleeves with his hands before pointing a finger in Eddie’s face.

“This is far from over, Munson.”

“Cool.”

Eddie’s more than aware that Jason is still staring at the two of you from across the dining hall, ignoring Carl’s attempts at conversation, and it’s what propels Eddie to do what he does when you return from the bathroom.

“I’m back!” you sing, sitting back down onto Eddie’s lap. You notice that Eddie's expression is now different, still sweet but something a bit sinister in his eyes, and it makes you tilt your head in confusion. “Anything happen while I’m gone?”

Eddie looks at your face, brushing your cheeks with his left hand, whilst his right hand rests on your upper thigh. He thanks whatever gods are up there that you’ve chosen to wear his favorite black dress today, cinched in at the waist with a belt, the fabric soft and the length just above your knees. Placing the ice cream to the side, he brings your face down for a hungry kiss, the taste of chocolate and raspberry still lingering on your lips. The knowledge that the smug blonde asshole - Jason Carver - is watching with seething jealousy across the hall makes it all the more satisfying when you eagerly return the kiss, Eddie’s left hand raising to pull you in closer by your neck.

After a few heated moments Eddie leans back and you let out a few breaths, frazzled and dazed at your boyfriend’s sudden affection.

“I’m definitely not complaining but… what was that for, Eds?”

Eddie decides not to give Jason the satisfaction of looking over at him, instead opting to lace his fingers with yours and gaze at you lovingly.

“Can’t I just kiss my beautiful girlfriend because I want to?”

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“And now, we have entered into the mystical lands of fa- Hello? Are any of you listening?” Eddie waves a hand in front of the freshmen boys' faces, noticing that their minds seem to be somewhere else. They sit there, unmoving, before Mike whispers something to Lucas, who in turn elbows Dustin.

“Right. Uh, we have a question for you. That's non D&D related.” he awkwardly starts to ask, causing Eddie to sigh.

“We’re in the middle of a campaign.” Eddie pouts, crossing his arms over his chest.

“We know, we know, but it’s important.” Dustin insists, and Eddie can’t help but comply: he does have a soft spot for these kids, after all.

“Alright then.” Eddie sits himself down on a spare plastic chair facing the kids. “What is it?”

A moment of silence passes before Dustin blurts out the question that's been plaguging his and his friends' minds for the past few days.

“Can you give us tips on how to pick up girls?”

The question makes Eddie laugh, his head thrown backwards as a loud laugh rips through his throat, before his smile is wiped off by the serious looks on the kids’ faces.

“Oh, you’re being serious? Seriously? Why the hell would you ask me of all people that?”

“Because we heard-” Mike starts, only to be shot a warning glare by Lucas that makes him shut up. That catches Eddie’s attention, pointing the end of his ruler to Mike.

“No. What is it? Speak.”

“We heard that you’re dating (Y/n). Like, cheer co-captain and class president (Y/n).”

The mention of your name makes his heart warm and it’s hard to fight off the smile from rising onto his face.

“You heard right, Wheeler.”

The boys’ eyes light up at the admission before they all start speaking at once, clearly excited.

“Wait, really? I thought it was just Hawkins gossip.” “I knew it! I called it beforehand, honestly.” “So that’s why we want to know how you did it!”

Raising his hands in mock surrender, Eddie shakes his head sideways at the freshmen boys’ antics.

“Look kiddos, I’m flattered that you’d want my advice on dating but I really don’t have much to tell you.”

Lucas groans at that.

“Oh, come on! There has to be something you said or did to land a girlfriend like (Y/n)! Tell us, please?”

The conversation is then interrupted by the sound of someone knocking at the door, before the door swings open to reveal you smiling sheepishly behind it. On your left hand you’re holding what looks to be Eddie’s beloved roleplaying notebook as you walk over and kiss Eddie on the cheek. You quickly realize that you’ve walked in on a fully active campaign, turning to look at three young freshman boys practically gawking at the sight of you being affectionate with Eddie.

“Oh. Hi there. I’m-”

“(Y/n) (L/n).” Dustin finishes for you, and you laugh. Eddie squints his eyes at the boys, clearly noticing the infatuation glazing over their eyes. It makes him pull you down onto his lap, resting his head on your shoulder as you laugh - you know that’s code for ‘I’m jealous, please give me attention.’

“That’s right. And you three must be-”

“Dustin.”

“Lucas.”

“Mike.”

The three of them seem to be really good friends, you note, almost in sync with the way they introduce themselves and fumble to straighten up their posture in your presence. It’s incredibly adorable, and you can easily see why Eddie is so protective and taken with them.

“Nice to meet you all. I’m so sorry for interrupting your game, I just noticed that Eddie left this behind in PreCalc and wanted to return it to him-”

“It’s fine, princess. Actually you have impeccable timing, because these three boys wanted to know how I managed to land myself a girl like you.” Eddie says, rubbing circles into your left palm.

You laugh at Eddie's comment, before you see that Dustin, Lucas and Mike have leaned over to hear your response, completely serious expression on their faces.

“Oh. You guys genuinely want to know?” you're surprised.

The young boys all nod empathetically, and you casually look over at your boyfriend, who is smiling down at you mischievously.

“Well go on, baby. Tell them how I won a girl like you over.”

“Okay. Um… Eddie didn’t really have to do anything to win me over. I fell for him because he's... him. He’s charming, kind and funny. He’s passionate about music and protecting his friends. He’s wholly and unapologetically himself in an environment that tries to sap any kind of authenticity from you. If anything, I don’t know how I was so lucky enough to land a boyfriend like Eddie.” you finish, looking back at the senior with a soft smile on your face. Eddie's secretly getting choked up at your kind words but masking it behind a boyish smirk, shifting you on his lap.

“Aw, all those nice things and you didn’t even mention my devilishly handsome looks!” he complains.

You roll your eyes at his antics before looking back at the three boys.

“Yes, that too. It helped that Eddie is a good looking man. There. You happy?”

Eddie swears he can see the whole universe in your eyes. He never wants to stop looking into them.

“With you? Always.”

The boys collectively groan in disgust when Eddie pulls you down for a swift kiss, with Lucas loudly yelling that he was going to throw up. Eddie tells them to shut up as you stifle a laugh, quickly getting up and re-adjusting the varsity jacket on your shoulder.

“I should get going. I slipped out of a student council meeting to come down here to give Eddie the notebook. Are we still on for tonight?” you ask Eddie, who nods in response.

“Of course.”

The room’s still masked in stunned silence when you wave the boys goodbye and disappear into the hallway, the rest of the D&D game long forgotten in their minds. Eddie waves his hands in front of their faces again, exasperated at their lack of focus.

“Oi, freshmen! Can we get back to the game now?”

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Eddie swears the only quiet moments with you in this bustling, nosy town is in his bedroom. You’re laying against his chest, your body laying between his legs as he gently attempts you teach you the first few notes of his new song. Your skirt’s bunched up to your thighs and your frilly socks are rubbing against his bare legs, your cute giggles escaping every so often when he compliments you on getting a note right by kissing your face.

The sun’s started to set, bathing the trailer in red and orange glow, and he swears you look practically angelic in this light. Hair frayed around your face, your lower teeth biting your lips in concentration, your delicate fingers thrumming lightly against the guitar. With every shift against Eddie, your cardigan falls down to expose your shoulder and Eddie resists the urge to mark you up right then and there.

Noticing that he’s stopped instructing you on what to do, you stop playing, looking up at him with curiosity.

“Is something wrong?”

God, Eddie thinks, the kids were right. He has no idea how he has landed someone like you.

“Everything’s perfect, princess. Just… a lot of thoughts are in my head at the moment.”

You frown at his response, setting the guitar to the side before pulling back to face Eddie.

“Is it about all the Hawkins students getting on your ass about us dating? I’m really sorry, I tried to do some gossip patrol today but people really like talking and drama and-”

“No, no, it’s fine.” he assures you, placing two warm hands on your face. “I get why people talk. I mean me, Eddie Munson. Freak of the school, best known for supposedly devil worshipping and not being able to pass senior year. Getting to kiss and hold hands with you, miss co-captain and class president? Of course people would wanna talk."

Your expression softens at his admission.

“Well… you know what they say, opposites attract.” you tease, leaning forward to kiss him lightly. This time, your lips taste like cherry - he figures you must’ve been applying cherry chapstick whilst he was in the bathroom a few minutes ago. He’s hungry for more, never satisfied with just one kiss as he pulls you back onto him once more.

“I guess they do.”

The entire school doesn’t understand how you two are dating. Eddie isn’t quite sure why either. But he’s more than happy to let it be a mystery - so long as he gets to continue to hold onto you like this.

-> a/n: I hope we get to see a lot more from him in the show in vol 2 and onwards! Anyways, I really hope y'all enjoyed it: please let me know if you did and if you'd like me to write more in this fandom by liking/commenting/reblogging and what not.

❤️ Drink water, nourish your body and be kind to yourself today ❤️

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To Find You Again

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 & KO / @thirteenisles

Relationship: Pre-Established; Anthony Bridgerton x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your father hated the Bridgertons so much he’d put an ocean between you and Anthony. But, three years after going to America, you’re back in the Ton and hoping Anthony hadn’t married while you were gone.

Word Count: 11.5k

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex. Loss of virginity. Period typical misogyny and gender roles. Shitty fathers. Men are dicks. Major character injury. Drowning.

Comments: We had a lot of fun writing this one so we hope it as much as the first one! xx

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THE DUCHESS || masterlist

➺ pairing; Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

➺ warnings; 18+ ONLY, sexual scenes, adultery, ex-lovers turned enemies

➺ summary; Two years before Daphne's entrance into society, the Duke of Somerset and his new Duchess hastily fled from the ton as soon as their nuptials were completed. Their abrupt departure and extended absence left the entire ton bewildered; speculations of an unearthed scandal infiltrated the conversations of many young misses and mamas.

Their arrival is met with welcome and intrusion- people asking why they'd left, why they had come back, why haven't they produced an heir yet; but there is one Viscount who would do everything in his power to evade the returning Duchess. In a society where every morsel of gossip was published for the entire ton to rip apart, Anthony Bridgerton could not afford to be in her presence.

Because he knows his heart couldn't take it to see her with someone else.

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lust 01 / anthony bridgerton

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: the man you despise so much is suddenly in the arms of someone else and that makes you realize you actually have real strong feelings for him

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 1.3k

a/n: hii everyone! long time no see, a lot has been going on. but i have missed writing so much because it is my special place where i get to write and escape reality for a moment. and so i have finished watching bridgerton season 2 and... i was SHOOK. had to write something about mr anthony, hope you like it!

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Anthony Bridgerton. One if not the only person that has been irking you and continues to mendel with your life. It’s like everytime you think you got rid of him… there he is again. Although it is not entirely his fault. Your Mama has been eager to get you married this season even though you were not picked as the Diamond this year. Which was unexpected as everyone and their mother thought it would be you. But to you it was great, as you did not wish to marry someone just so you can get a title or have someone to sponsor you. You wanted something real, real love which seemed impossible. But that brings us to the person mentioned in the beginning,

Anthony.

Pretty much everytime there is some kind of ball or perhaps another event, you are met with him. It doesn’t help the fact that your Mama and his have been really good friends for years. Naturally both of them have started hatching up a plan to make the two of you one happy couple, icing on the cake - marriage.

But you could not stand it. Everytime they tried to have you two talk or dance, you would make up an excuse or grab someone else to dance. Both you and Anthony know why you did not wish to be around him. That talk he had with other men outside, not wanting to marry for love, did not sit right with you. Because you were looking for someone that loved you and would protect you. You would not feel safe around someone like that knowing that they do not love you.

Anthony kept trying to court you, he saw a potential in you, something he hadn’t seen in any other girl thus far. Even the Diamond of this season did not turn his eyes, no matter how hard the poor girl tried. He was fixated on you and he loved a challenge.

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It was a lovely night and her Majesty was hosting a ball. She did not like that nobody was really paying any attention to her Diamond this year and feared what Lady Whisteldown might write next. But she knew that if she managed to get Anthony Bridgerton to ask her Diamond to dance, other suitors may follow and the actions would prove her decision was right.

‘’Mama, I really wish not to go,’’ you sighed, looking at your pastel blue dress in the mirror ‘’I want to have at least one night for myself, away from that clownery.’’

‘’My dear, it is her Majesty’s ball. You have to go, otherwise it will not be a good look for any of us. Plus I’m afraid she is really only doing this for her Diamond.’’ your Mama says, placing her hands on your shoulders, giving you a soft smile.

‘’But that is wonderful! All the attention will be on her, why would anyone notice I am not present?’’ but you knew someone would notice you are not there and perhaps even try to come to your home, looking for you.

Your Mama tried saying something but you quickly interrupted her ‘’Nevermind, I’m going.’’ with a half smile as you turn around and bolt past her, down the stairs where your carriage was already waiting.

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Arriving at the ball a little late, you walk into a very glamorous place. You have been to every single ball, hosted by the Queen but it would seem as if she exceeds herself each time. Each ball there is more bling, more flowers, more food… She never fails to impress. And if there is one thing you would have to pick that you liked out of these ball’s is the music. It was absolutely stunning and you liked to close your eyes, listen to the instruments and how they’d play at their own pace. The Queen would always find the best orchestra to play, her music choice was never poorless and that is something that you quite liked from her. She always knew how to take care of her guests.

The dancing had already begun but that did not bother you as much. The card on your wrist would soon be filled with fake names you were making up in your head, as you really did not wish to dance with anyone tonight. Sure enough it was filled with many familiar faces. Some already busy on the dancefloor, turning in circles with their dancing partners for the night.

Your Mama walks behind you and in no time she is standing beside Lady Bridgerton. They greet each other and soon are having a very heated chat. But what was odd is that you did not see a sign of Anthony. He would usually accompany his Mama, wait until you would appear and then swiftly come towards you. Tonight he was not there.

A really weird feeling passed through your stomach and you did not know why that was. As your eyes searched across the room, looking at different faces, gowns and more bling that stung your eyes, you noticed that the Queen was smiling rather… happy. Following her eyes you finally land on a strong muscular back with delicate hands wrapped around his waist.

It was Anthony, dancing with this season’s Diamond.

And suddenly it was as if the entire world had turned upside down. For a moment there, the room got quiet. The chatter among the guests died down, the music went silent and the lights around dimmed. Your eyes were glued to Anthony and the Diamond, dancing, holding each other so gracefully. His hands went up to her hands, catching and moving them to his chest. He stared deep into her eyes, as she did back to his.

‘Why am I feeling like this?’ you think to yourself, a high pitch sound going off in your head. Anthony dancing with another girl should not be a problem to you. It should’ve made you feel good, finally getting him off of your back but then again… why in this very moment does that make him something else to you? Why do you in this very moment wish that it was you instead of her? Why do you wish to be held like that by him?

The liveness comes back, of course only to you as all of that was just in your head. Your mind was going crazy, many different thoughts went through your head. Not being able to focus at one not even for a mere second, as you glance back at Anthony.

He spins the Diamond around, having her back touching his chest, as his hands grab her waist once the music’s beat changes. And you find yourself searching among his face, for any sign of happiness. Anything at all that would make it seem as if he is enjoying this. How did he even end up dancing with her? But most importantly why does this scene cause you so much pain?

Anthony’s eyes travel beyond the guests and land to yours.

There was no time to compose yourself, you were shaking in your place, your eyes getting bigger, slowly filling with tears. A dance like this to make you this upset?

You realized standing there, exchanging gazes with him made you look like a fool. So you pick up your gown and sprint your way out of the room. Soon you were met with cold air, that yet was pleasant to feel on your skin, as a way of getting your thoughts straight. Moon shined down on the garden, in front of the house. All sorts of different flowers were inviting you to take a walk down the grassy path and clear your mind.

But it wasn’t even a mere second, when you stepped into it a deep voice echoed behind you.

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Hidden Romance-b.b.

a/n: definitely not the first piece I’ve written, but my first post on here! please like, comment, reblog, basically just boost this story for others to see <3 i’m currently taking requests, so please don’t be shy and let me hear your amazing ideas!

pairing(s): dom!bucky barnes x f!sub!reader

story summary: warned by your father-like-figure to stay away from his war buddy, James Buchanan Barnes, but you find him in your bed after a few too many drinks. Is it just a drunken mistake or something more? (a series in the making)

warnings: 18+, smoking/drinking, soft mentions of trauma, obvious age gap, dom/sub dynamic, unprotected sex, size kink, daddy kink, praise kink, BDSM, soft degradation, soft exhibitionism, choking, creampie, pussy slapping, petnames (peach, doll, princess, toy), fingering, sexual tension (please lmk if i missed any!)

word count: 5.6k+

It was an average Friday for you, having found yourself at Kate’s bar, loudly chatting with the almost deaf Clint - who was a few beers too deep for how early it was in the night - and your bubbly sister Wanda who matched Clint’s energy perfectly. You laughed at the two lightweights though you couldn’t quite complain, fore it would be total hypocrisy after how many shots Kate laid in front of you, thankfully placing a cup of water next to each one. You smiled graciously at your friend as she decided to forego the next shot and replaced it with soda. You took a sip of the cool drink, sighing at the relief it gives your burning throat, causing Clint to chuckle.

You turned to look at the clock that hung above the entrance of the bar, smirking to yourself when you see the time. You pulled out your pocket mirror from your purse, checking your lipstick and smoothing down some stray hairs before you notice both Kate and Clint widely grinning at you.

“Getting dolled up for Mr. Barnes, aye?” Clint slurred, his attempt at a whisper loud enough to pull a snort from your friend on the opposite side of the bar. You punched his arm with a playful smile tugging at your lips. “’m not judging, just be careful of Daddy Rogers.”

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Captain America: The Winter Soldier Part II

Bucky Barnes x OGcharacter

photo by me.

The events in this chapter are the same as the movie Captain America: The Winter Soldier, but with the character thrust in. 99.9% are the movie.

This chapter is basically a copy-paste from the movie. I know it's not really creative or original, but I left it for the flow of the story.

Alexandra, Natasha, and Steve are in search of answers. What they find is the last thing they expected.

Word Count: 1,685

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WARNINGS: Little swearing

Chapter 11

The three of us pulled up outside an abandoned military base.

“This is it,” Steve said matter of factly.

“The file came from these coordinates,” Nat said as she scanned the area.

“So did I.”

“Changed much?” I asked.

“A little.”

“This is a dead-end. Zero heat signature, zero waves, not even a radio. Whoever wrote this file must have used a router to throw people off.” Steve stalked over to a building ahead. “What’s that?”

“Army regulations forbid storing ammunition within five hundred yards of the barracks. This building is in the wrong place.” Steve opened the lock with his shield. As we walked in I turned on the lights revealing a SHIELD office.

“This is SHIELD,” Nat said.

“Maybe where it started.” We entered the room where we found old framed portraits of three people.

“There’s Stark's father.” Nat pointed at one of the portraits.

“Howard.”

I looked over at Steve. He’s staring at the woman's photo. “Who’s the girl?” I asked. He didn't reply and walked further down the room, and stopped at a massive bookshelf.

“If you’re already working in a secret office…” He pushed the shelf and slid it open to reveal an elevator behind it. “Why do you need to hide the elevator?” Nat scanned the elevator pad and it showed her the passcode. What a convenient device. After this, I might take it.

It took us down to a large room with old-looking computers, and mounds of dust.

“This can’t be the data-point that this technology is ancient.”

“60’s at the latest,” I said.

Nat went to the main computers in the middle of the room. She placed the flash drive in it which then activated the ancient computer in the room.

Initiate System? Pops up on the screen.

Nat types in yes into the computer. “Shall we play a game?” She said, Turning to Steve.”It’s from a movie that…”

“Yeah, I saw it.” Rude, without me?

Then an accented voice started speaking. “Rogers, Steven born 1918. Erskine, Erika born 1937. Alianovna, Natalia born 1984.” That voice. I knew that voice.

“It’s some kind of recording,” I said.

“I’m not a recording, I may not be the man I was when the Captain took me, prisoner, in 1945, but I am.” The computer screen showed an old picture of the doctor.

“Zola.” I spit out. A horrible man. I didn't remember a whole lot of my past, but most of it he was there. Hearing his voice now made my body shake.

“Arnim Zola was a German scientist who worked for the Red Skull. He’s been dead for years.”

“First correction, I am Swiss. Second, look around you. I have never been more alive. In 1972 I received a terminal diagnosis. Science could not save my body, my mind, however. That was worth saving on two hundred thousand feet of data banks. You are standing in my brain.” This guy was fucking crazy.

“How did you get here?” Steve asked.

“Invited.”

“It was Operation Paperclip after World War II. SHIELD recruited German scientists with strategic value.” Nat explained.

“They thought I could help their cause. I also helped my own.”

“HYDRA died with the Red Skull.”

“Cut off one head, two more shall take its place.”

“Prove it.”

“Accessing archive.” The computer shows us old footage. “HYDRA was founded on the belief that humanity could not be trusted with its own freedom. What we did not realize, was that if you try to take that freedom, they resist. The war taught us much. Humanity needed to surrender its freedom willingly. After the war, SHIELD was founded and I was recruited. The new HYDRA grew. A beautiful parasite inside SHIELD. For seventy years HYDRA has been secretly feeding crisis, reaping war. And when history did not cooperate, history was changed.”

Just his voice triggered memories. I was back in the cold, dark lab. I’ve been screaming for my father for hours.

“Will you be quiet?” Zola shouted, smacking the table next to my head. “Your father is dead. So he will not be saving you anytime soon. So will you shut up?”

“That's impossible, SHIELD would have stopped you,” Nat said.

“Accidents happen. HYDRA created a world so chaotic that humanity is finally ready to sacrifice its freedom to gain its security. Once the purification process is complete, HYDRA's new world order will arise. We won, Captain. Your death amounts to the same as your Life, a zero-sum.” In anger, Steve smashed the computer screen. “As I was saying…” He appeared on a different screen.

“What's on this drive?"

“Project Insight requires insight. So I wrote an algorithm.”

“What kind of algorithm? What does it do?” Nat said.

“The answer to your question is fascinating. Unfortunately, you shall be too dead to hear it.” The doors to the elevator started to close, Steve tried to stop it by throwing his shield in between it but he's too late.

“We got a bogey. Short-range ballistic. 30 seconds tops.”

“Who fired it?”

“SHIELD”

I am afraid I have been stalling, Captain. Admit it, it's better this way. We're both...out of time.”

We needed cover. I looked around thinking of a way out of this. I noticed a small opening on the ground, I threw the metal door aside and just as the place exploded we threw ourselves into the hole. Steve held up his shield as the building fell down on us. I help with my strength to hold up his shield. With thousand pounds of rubble falling down with us under it.

It was luck that we were alive. Nat was passed out. I had a couple cuts. Pure luck.

“Help me with this.” We both used all our strength to move a large slab of concrete to the side. He picked up Nat, and as fast as we could we sneak away as the STRIKE team scanned the area.

“We need a place to lay low,” I said once we are back on the road.

“I have an idea.”

We are back in DC. Steve knocked on the door. Sam Wilson opened the door.

“Hey man.” He said.

“I’m sorry about this. We need a place to lay low.”

“Everyone we know is trying to kill us.”

Sam paused for a moment before replying. “Not everyone.” He lets us in. “The bathroom is down the hall. There are towels, and I can find some new clothes since...”

“Since ours smell like sweat and blood.” I finished.

“Pretty much.”

I got to shower first. As I’m drying my hair Steve checked up on me. “You okay?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

“What’s going on?”

“When you gave me the ultimatum, prison or SHIELD. I thought I was done with the agendas and the secret organizations. It was over. I guess I was wrong. Evil follows me no matter how hard I try to change it. I just wanted to be good.”

“Just you saying that you know it's changed.” He sat next to me on the bed.

“I owe you. Again.”

“It’s okay.”

“If it was the other way around, and it was down to me to save your life, and you be honest with me. Would you trust me to do it?”

“Yes.” He said instantly “and I’m always honest.”

“I know.” He put a hand on my shoulder and gave me a squeeze.

“Well, you seem pretty chipper for someone who just found out they died for nothing.

“Well, I guess I just like to know who I’m fighting. Instead of wondering why anyone was going through all of this.”

Sam knocked on the side of the door. “I made breakfast. If you guys...eat that sort of thing.”

At Sam’s kitchen table we all sat around and talked about our next move. “So the question is: Who in SHIELD could launch a domestic missile strike? Nat asked.

“Pierce.”

“Who happens to be sitting on the top of the most secure building in the world.” I quipped.

“But he’s not working alone. Zola’s algorithm was on the Lemurian Star.”

“So was Jasper Sitwell.”

“So the real question is: How do the three most wanted people in Washington kidnap a SHIELD officer in broad daylight?” I pondered.

“The answer is: You don’t.” Sam dropped a file in front of Steve.

“What’s this?” He asked.

“Call it a resume.”

Nat looked through it. “You didn’t say he was a pararescue.” She said to Steve.

“Is this Riley?”

“Yeah.” He said with sadness in his voice.

“I heard they couldn’t bring in the choppers because of the RPGs. What did you use, a stealth chute?’

“No these.” He handed Steve a file. I watched over his shoulder as he opened it.

Oh shit, that’s cool. There was a picture of Sam flying with mechanical wings.

“I thought you said you were a pilot.”

“I never said pilot.”

“I can’t ask you to do this Sam. You got out for good reason.”

“If he doesn’t I will,” I said.

“I thought you hated heights,” Nat said.

“No, I hate falling. There’s a difference.”

“Dude, Captain America needs my help. There’s no better reason to get back in.” Sam and Steve continued their conversation.

“Where can we get our hands on one of these things?”

“The last one is at Fort Meade, behind three guarded gates and a twelve-inch steel wall.” Steve looked over at me and Nat.

Nat shrugged her shoulders, and I said “Easy.”

I wasn’t allowed to help break into the government facility. After my protesting, Steve agreed for me to be the getaway driver. Sam and I sat in the car down the street. My job was to sit and wait.

“So,” Sam said, breaking the silence. “You’re born in the 1930s?” I heard shouting in the distance.

“Yep.”

“How did you...survive? Were you on ice like Steve?” There was an explosion.

“Pretty much.”

“Cool...cool.” We sat in silence for a little longer. Then Steve and Nat came racing down the road. Once they were in the car I sped away.

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