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Summary: Short and sweet, with a dash of Alpine.

A/N: I’ve been gone. I know. I’m the worst. But hopefully you guys still love me? Also posted from my phone so it may be messy.

As always, any likes, reblogs, and interactions are deeply appreciated.

*Gifs note mine.

“Don’t be mad…”

Bucky freezes at the words coming from you and raises an eyebrow curiously before setting his duffel bag down and slipping off his shoes by the door. He could never be mad at you, but usually when conversations start that way, it seems he always ends up mildly frustrated one way or another. He slowly strides over to you, reaching out to grasp your hips in his hands and planting a soft kiss to your forehead, before leaning back and narrowing his eyes at you, “What did you do, sweetheart?”

“Well…. You know how I follow all those accounts with animals?” You ask before chewing on your bottom lip and gazing up at him from under your lashes, your eyes widening to hopefully pull off those ‘sad puppy dog eyes.’

Bucky nods and one corner of his mouth curves upwards towards a smile. It was a regular occurance of you sending him pictures of animals, mostly cats. Or even poking him awake in the middle of the night and squealing when you saw a silly video of animals, “I do.”

You continue your assault on your bottom lip a moment longer, gauging his reactions before you turn on your toes, disappearing into the bathroom. Bucky hears you make a soft cooing noise before you reappear with a white fluff ball in your hands, one blue eye one green eye peering at Bucky curiously from the safety of your arms.

Bucky sighs at the floof and looks at you, “What did you do?”

“He was going to be put down, love.” You whine out softly, your bottom lip trembling a bit at the thought of harming a defenseless being.

“Why?” His left eyebrow raises slightly, his eyes returning to the white snowball that’s staring at him. The fluff is cute enough, it would’ve been adopted.

You look at the floof curled in your arms, “Nobody wanted to adopt him… he was too different…” you say softly as you gently place the cat on the floor.

Bucky looked at you confused, knowing you were a softie. He loved it about you. You smoothed out his rough edges. His eyes flickered to the cat on the floor and that’s when he saw it. This white cat was missing a limb, its left arm was gone and it started to slowly walk around on its three paws after doing a stretch.

“You can’t say no to that!” You say, gesturing towards the cat as it rubbed on Bucky’s leg as if to mark him as his new person. You smile and declare proudly, “I already named him Alpine.”

Bucky looks at you with a sigh before scooping up the cat and holding it out in front of him, “Alpine, huh?” His eyes flicker to you to watch you nod enthusiastically, “Well, buddy, my girl is a sucker for damaged goods.” He chuckles, slowly bringing the cat to his chest, his lips twitching to a smile when the cat rubs the top of its head under Bucky’s chin with a soft chirp and a purr, “Alright, Alpine. Welcome home.”

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wicked-mind · 7 months

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Untouchable - Azriel x Reader

Untouchable - Azriel x Rhysand's Sister! Reader ✨

Summary: For as long as you can remember, you have always had feelings for Azriel, your court's spymaster. But after centuries of watching him pine after your own cousin, hoping he'd eventually move on, your wish came true. He moved on-with Elain, your brother's mate's middle sister. Unable to watch him fall in love with someone else again, you flee from Velaris, from him. But things are a lot more complicated than that - more complicated than you ever imagined.

Warnings: angst

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Part I

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Your heart was twisting in your chest, a sick feeling curling in the pit of your stomach, as you hurried down the dimly lit hallways of the River House. You held a hand over your mouth, trying to stifle the sobs that threatened to break loose and the bile that stung the back of your throat. You could do it, you could hold it in. At least until you got back to your room. And then you’d be free to cry and cry and cry as much as you wanted to.

You had spent years trying to bury your feelings for the shadowsinger. What had started out as a harmless crush on your older brother’s friend when you were just a girl had blossomed into true, real feelings since you had come of age. But despite your best efforts, Azriel still never seemed to notice you. Not like that anyways.

Him and Cassian had adored you the moment you had entered their life as just a babe and the sister of their best friend. You had been born during a time of peace, decades after the war. The three of them had been nearing two-hundred. They had watched you grow into the female you were today. Had been there through your toughest years after watching your mother brutally murdered in front of you at the age of thirteen, barely saved before your own life was taken.

It was a good thing Rhys had become High Lord before the time you reached eighteen or your father would’ve had you married off, no doubt for some political alliance. You had hoped your brother would’ve given you a role in his court once you were of age but after almost losing you, he had become increasingly protective.

So instead of being sent on missions, or used as an emissary, you spent most of your time volunteering in Velaris—helping to build the sanctuary into what it was today. You had eventually stopped arguing with your brother to loosen up his hold on you when he had broken down crying in front of you simply at the thought of you never returning if he was to send you out in the world.

And how could you complain when Velaris had been your cage? So you learned to play your role, for him, for your brother. The pretty little sister of the High Lord. Never known for anything but your beauty. The beauty that had males sending your father marriage propositions since the age of ten.

But there had only ever been one person you wished would see you that way. And he never had. You had to watch him pine after your own cousin for centuries. Never once looking your way. You feared he’d only ever see you as that little girl—the one who used to climb all over them at the cabin, the one who had the three males wrapped around her finger since she had been born.

Only ever just a girl in his eyes.

And you had made peace with that, as much as it hurt to be looked over by the one person you wanted the most. It still bothered you to watch his eyes track Mor all the time, to stare at her in a way he would never look at you. You had made peace with that…until tonight.

You couldn’t lie to yourself and say you hadn’t seen the shift in him when he started looking after the middle Archeron sister. You had once believed he only had eyes for Mor, and it had brought you some solace in knowing that might be the only reason he had never looked your way.

But then Elain showed up and those affections shifted from Mor to her. Suddenly he was always with her, spending hours in the gardens with Elain. Staring at her the way he would stare at Mor. Your heart had started crumbling all over again with the realization that he could move on from Mor, could fall for someone other than her—and it hadn’t been you.

You had left your bed chambers tonight to fetch a glass of water from the kitchens but nothing could’ve prepared you for what you would’ve walked in on. You had smelt them before you opened the doors. Azriel’s cedar and night-chilled mist and Elain’s sweet jasmine and honey.

You should’ve left then but something had compelled you to open the kitchen doors just a hair.

And there they were. Elain seated on the counter, Azriel between her legs. Her skirt has been pushed up to her thighs, his hands tangled in her hair, as they kissed like two starved animals.

You were lucky you had spent years learning how to keep a strong mask like your brother, for it allowed you to slip away without them ever noticing you.

You finally made it to your room, shutting the door and locking it behind you. You were grateful for the sound wards you had put up because the minute you stepped over that threshold you collapsed into a heap on the floor as heart-wrenching sobs erupted from your lips.

It felt like you had been stabbed in the heart with a million knives, like someone had gutted you and twisted your insides. It hurt so much to think that Azriel would never want you the way you wanted him. He didn’t want you. He didn’t crave your presence the way you did his. He didn’t want to touch you the way you wanted to touch him. He just didn’t want you.

And he never would.

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“Send me somewhere,” you said, pressing your palms onto your brother’s desk as you stared at him right in the eyes—the eyes you shared. “Anywhere, I don’t care. Just send me somewhere.”

Rhys frowned, his eyebrows pinching together. “What has gotten into you? Did something happen?”

You let out a sigh, collapsing in one of the armchairs. You couldn’t tell him the real reason you wanted to leave. It was embarrassing. “Nothing happened. I’m just…tired of being cooped up here. Please, Rhys. It doesn’t even have to be far—just please.”

“Where is this coming from, y/n? You haven’t asked this in years. I thought you were happy here.”

“I am happy here. But I want to see the world, Rhys. And we’re finally in a time of peace. So let me, please.”

Rhys’s eyes narrowed, taking in your appearance. The slightly swollen eyes, the dark circles, the haphazard way you had braided your hair this morning. “Did…did someone hurt you? Did someone do something to you?”

“What? No!” A lie of course. But what could you say? Azriel had hurt you but it wasn’t like it was his fault. It wasn’t like he owed you anything.

“You know you can always talk to me about anything. Right, dove?” The use of his nickname for you nearly caused the tears you were fighting back to escape.

“Of course, Rhys. But I promise you. No one did anything to me. Please. The war is finally over and I think I’ve spent enough of my life here. I want to see what the rest of the world has to offer.”

Rhys’s head fell in his hands. “I-I don’t think I can let you go, dove. I’m sorry but I can’t bear it…I can’t bear not having you here where I can protect you.”

“It’s not fair!” You shouted, standing up. “I’m not a child anymore—I’m nearly three hundred years old for Gods sake! I’m suffocating here, Rhysie. Please.”

“Rhys,” Feyre said softly, placing a tattooed hand on her mate’s shoulder. “Perhaps it is time you let y/n make her own choices. You promised me you’d always give me a choice—would always let me decide what to do with my life. Why can’t that apply to your sister?”

You shot her a grateful look, hoping she would make him see reason. Rhys stayed silent and you knew he had been struck by her words. “I can go to Mor, on the continent. Then you don’t have to worry about me being alone. I can help her try to form alliances there.”

Still he said nothing but judging by Feyre’s narrowed eyes, you could tell they were having an argument mentally. You wiped your sweaty palms on your dress, wishing that he would listen to his mate about this. If anyone could talk Rhys into something, it was her.

It felt like an eternity went by before your brother finally looked up at you. His eyes were full of sadness and guilt and you knew in that moment, you had won.

“Fine, fine. But you will go to Mor in Vallahan and stay with her the whole time. You will listen to her at all times and never go anywhere alone. And you will write me twice a week,” Rhys growled. “And I swear, y/n, if you even miss one letter, I will come get you myself. Those are my rules—take it or leave it.”

A genuine smile bloomed on your face as you jumped to your feet and ran around the desk to embrace your brother in your arms. “Thank you, Rhys! Thank you! I promise I’ll do as you say. I promise.”

He held you tightly as if he never wanted to let go and you peered at Feyre from over his shoulders to mouth her a small ‘thank you’.

This was it. You’d finally be able to leave this city after three hundred years. Finally see the world! And most importantly: be far, far away from the shadowsinger that had won your heart but fallen for another.

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Three months went by in the blink of an eye. You had spent the entire time traveling with Mor from Vallahan to Montesere, where you two had just settled down when Rhys had contacted you both, asking for your return home. Apparently he had big news to share but he wanted to do it in person. So now you were packing up your things, getting ready to return back to Velaris for the first time since you had left.

It had been annoying how much you thought of Azriel still. But it was getting easier to ignore the longer you were away. You hoped those feelings would eventually disappear entirely—but every time you thought of moving on, something in your chest would ache and ache.

That didn’t mean you hadn’t taken lovers in your time here. It had always been hard to find males to mess around with in Velaris considering they all knew who your brother was. The last thing they wanted was for Rhys to come looking for them after sleeping with you. So you’d only taken a few lovers here and there throughout the years.

But on the continent, no one knew who you were. Had no idea that you were the younger sister of one of Prythian’s High Lords. And Mor had been sure to teach you all the ways to have someone wrapped around your finger. You had never felt so confident in yourself as you did now. Finally becoming the female you wanted to be without your brother or the two other bats watching you over your shoulder. It was exhilarating.

But the thought of returning home had dampened some of your newfound joy. You were worried about slipping into your old role—being that sweet, pretty, little accessory they all expected you to be.

You wouldn’t allow that. You couldn’t. Not after having a taste of what it could be like if you became the female you always dreamed you’d be. Someone who knew she was desired for more than just her looks. Someone interesting. Someone smart and witty. Someone brave. You tried to ignore the part of you that hoped Azriel might see those things in you now.

“Are you ready to go, y/n?” Mor asked, leaning against the doorframe of your room.

You took one last look at yourself in the floor length mirror. You were wearing a dress that was typical of what they wore here in Montesere. If you could even call it a dress. It was white, the bodice dipping into a v-shape and clinging to your body with gold embellishments and blue gems decorating it. It had long sleeves that connected to a hood, stitched in glimmering gold. It cut off right under your breasts, exposing your toned stomach until just slightly passed your belly button.

The skirt was held up by two thin gold straps that criss-crossed over the sides of your hips to connect it to the top part of the dress. The skirt itself traveled to the floor and had two long slits on either side to show off your legs. The white color complimented your tanned skin and the kohl you had lined your eyes with made the violet color of your eyes glimmer even brighter.

You had left your hair down in soft curls, only pinning back two strands on either side of your face with some gold pins. More than happy with the way you looked, you turned back to Mor with a grin.

“I’m ready to go home.”

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wicked-mind · 2 years

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Guess who gets married today?!

Me! This bitch!

This is the reason I’ve been gone for so long. Planning is stressful, but it’s finally here! Send me luck that I don’t face plant💕

#tays getting married #tay talks #wicked mind speaks

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wicked-mind · 2 years

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hello beloveds ☺️

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wicked-mind · 2 years

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weird asks because i’m bored

if you have a lighter, what color is it?

pepsi box blue or cheetos bag orange?

do you like pasta?

how often are you on tumblr?

are you only doing this because you’re bored?

what blogs do you mostly interact with?

can you swim?

have you had water today?

which do you prefer, cotton candy or funnel cake?

have you ever [insert question]?

bass or drums?

favorite tv commercial?

can we be friends?

do you admire the clouds and color of the sky?

what’s the weirdest thing that’s happened to you?

a netflix series that’s your favorite?

an earliest obsession you remember?

do you play video games?

zombies or vampires?

have you listened to [insert musician/band]?

your first celebrity crush?

do you have a collection of cool rocks?

five words that describe you?

what have you learned about yourself?

can you tie a cherry stem with your tongue?

do you believe in aliens?

books or films?

an unusual song that’s your favorite?

the last thing you ate?

do you have a favorite [insert question]?

have you gotten bit by a dog?

do you write better with a pen or a pencil?

a song that gets stuck in your head?

when you hear “ peace ” what do you think of?

a school subject your good with?

how many alarms do you have set?

do you shop at thrift stores?

what’s the meaning behind your url?

is there wise words you live by?

what’s your favorite [insert question]?

you gotta have a favorite beatles song, what is it?

earphones or a speaker?

what do you remember from your childhood?

do you collect anything?

favorite tea?

a christmas song you secretly like?

book stores or record stores?

how weird were these questions?

what scents do you like?

is there [insert question]?

send me some!

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wicked-mind · 2 years

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Just putting it out there…

How do we feel about Viking Bucky?

(I couldn’t find the artist who made this, but if it was you or you know who, let me know so I can give credit to this amazing artist and this gift they have bestowed upon us!)

#viking!bucky #thoughts?#Bucky Barnes

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wicked-mind · 2 years

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Hello! I’m alive and well! Just took a break, but I’ve been working on some stories.

I missed all of you, as well as sharing my stories with you.

That being said, I have four teasers from stories I’ve written listed below. It’s up to you, my readers and friends, to choose which one you’d like to read first.

Let me know which you’d like to be released first!

Warning: Some of these are angsty. There’s swearing, because swearing like a sailor is my jam. Mention of blood/wounds/guns as well as viruses and quarantining.

It Ain’t Me

You stare at Bucky for a moment before walking up to him and repeatedly slapping his chest with both your hands as you started to cry, “You idiot!” You scream, “You absolute, complete dumbass!”

Bucky let you slap him a few times, you were much weaker and lacked training so it felt like nothing against him, so he took it. He knew the pain he caused you but after a moment of letting you scream at him, he grabbed onto your wrists and looks down at you, “I know, I’m sorry,” he says to you.

“No! Fuck you, Barnes!” You wail at him, your vision blurry as you stare at him, trying to pull your wrists from his grasp and eventually he let go so you could step away from him, “You died! Do you know I felt that too?! I felt each gasp for air only to feel water in my lungs!” You shook your head, trembling in front of him, “And then you were gone and it felt like a piece of me died. Then I had to bring you back…”

“I’m sorry… I’m really sorry,” Bucky says softly, reaching out to pull you into a hug but froze when he watched you step away from him shaking your head. It made his heart sting. When he was drowning, his only regret was not letting you in or letting you close. The worst part wasn’t even the fact that his throat and lungs burned as they filled with water, it was that he could feel your anguish and devastation. You were his soulmate and he had pushed you away repeatedly. Bucky thought you bringing him back was a second chance, but from the look on your face now, he felt like this was the end and it made a pit of despair in his stomach that made him actually scared of your next words, “I’m so sorry for what I put you through… I’m sorry.”

You shook your head again and took another step away from him, “No, I’m done. No more apologies. No more excuses.” You tell him softly, your voice shaking as you held back sobs, “I’m done.”

Bucky was frozen. His body ached as he watched you turn away from him and walk out the door of your medical lab, practically jogging away from him until you were out of sight.

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Resurrection

“How is she?” Natasha asks as Bucky walks back into the kitchen, a mug of coffee in her hands. She had kept her distance from you, not wanting to add pain to what parts of you were already damaged and processing. She had sent some roses to you as a small thank you, but hadn’t heard anything from you about them.

Tony, who was also drinking some of the fresh brewed coffee, perked up at the question too. He owed you everything. You had brought him back to Pepper and Morgan, giving him another chance to be the father he always wanted to be.

Bucky sighs and leans against the wall, “She’s… She’s been better. I’ve never seen her so distraught.”

“What can we do?” Tony asks, standing up. He was ready to do whatever he possibly could, “I could get her a seeing guide dog… But then you wouldn’t have anything to do.”

“Ha ha, very funny, Stark,” Bucky said with a sigh. He had been your eyes since the incident happened, making sure you were safe and trying to help you cope with figuring out life around you without your sight, “She wants to go home.”

“Living alone in the Alps isn’t a good idea for her, what if something happens and nobody’s there to help?” Natasha says with furrowed brows.

Bucky looks over at Natasha, folding his arms against his chest, “I would go with her if she let me. I’d help her.”

Natasha sighs softly and sets her coffee on the counter, staring at the dark liquid before her eyes flickered over to Bucky, “She has the power of the soul stone, unimaginable power. When word gets out that Tony and I are somehow back from the dead… There may be a target on her back. The safest place for her is here with us.”

“That we can agree on,” Tony says with a nod, “Wanda has the power from the mind stone, and I heard about the whole West View thing when she had a break down. Plus, Y/N is one of us now,” He stood up and looked around for a moment before his eyes snapped to Bucky, “What if we bring all her stuff here?”

Bucky thought about it for a moment, staring at the floor before shrugging, “That could help her feel more comfortable, I guess,” He says softly then looks to Tony, “Can you fit a tree in the jet?”

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Quarantined

“Hey, pretty girl,” Bucky grins, “You almost home?”

“Yeah… I’m almost home…” You say softly, smiling a little to yourself at the sound of his voice.

Bucky frowns at your tone and stands up from the couch, walking towards the landing bay, “What’s going on? What happened?” He asks as he noticed a hazmat team taping off the landing zone, creating a barrier.

“John may have been exposed to the virus, Buck.” You tell him, “We’re on quarantine in the jet.” You look out the window as you landed, seeing Bucky standing there behind the quarantine zone with the phone pressed to his ear, “I’m okay, Buck. Please stop looking at me like that.”

“Let me in,” Bucky says sternly.

“I can’t…” You tell him, “This can’t get out. It’s far too easy to spread.”

Bucky clenches his jaw, staring straight at you through the window of the jet, silently just watching you for a moment before opening his mouth to speak when he heard John coughing on your end of the line.

You turn away from Bucky’s gaze, going over to make sure John is alright. He was coughing like a maniac into his arm before standing up to grab some water. A particularly hard cough wasn’t caught by his arm and saliva mixed with blood hit your face, splattering across your chin, lips, and nose. You were frozen in place in shock, if you didn’t have the virus before you sure did now.

John looked at you with wide eyes, suddenly stammering over his words trying to form an apologetic sentence.

You slowly snap out of your trance and walk over to grab one of the towels kept in a cabinet on the jet, wiping off your face after dampening it with warm water and some soap. You walk over and give John the towel to clean himself up also.

Bucky had watched the whole thing from his position outside the jet. His blood ran cold and he also was frozen in place as he studied the scene unfolding in front of him like he was stuck in one of his nightmares. He tried yelling at you on the phone, trying to get you back to the headset to talk to him. He growled when he saw you not coming to answer his pleas, dropping the phone and starting to head towards the jet.

Steve come out of the elevator to see Bucky on a dead set path to break the quarantine barrier in place and quickly runs over, grabbing onto Bucky and pushing him back, “Buck, wait. You can’t go in there.”

Bucky tears his eyes away from the jet to look at Steve, pushing him back a little bit, “She needs to get out of there!” He yells, pointing at the jet, “I need her out of there!”

Sam came into the room watching everything unfold. He looks to the jet to see you with the headset on, pointing to Bucky’s phone on the ground. He walks over and picks it up, putting it on speaker and walking over to Steve and Bucky.

“James Buchanan Barnes!” You yell through the phone, making Bucky freeze and look at the phone in Sam’s hand. You only called him by his full name when you were angry, “You can’t come in here and don’t you dare think about breaking the barrier.”

Bucky grabs the phone from Sam, turning to look back at you staring at him with fire in your eyes, “Baby… you need to get out of there. Or I need to come in there… I need to make sure you’re okay.”

“Don’t.” You tell him, “Stark is going through the information we have and Bruce is in contact with the CDC and medical team to try to get a vaccine figured out.” You went silent for a moment the continued, “Besides… There’s a good chance I’m infected. You saw…”

“Yeah,” Bucky says so softly it’s barely audible. He realized he couldn’t be the one to panic, not when he could hear the fear in your voice. He puts the phone off speaker mode and presses it to his ear, looking up at you through the front of the jet, “I’m going to go to one of the briefing rooms call you through the system there… That way I can see everything.”

You scrunch your nose and look down at your hands, “I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” You say softly, “I don’t want you to see whatever happens.”

“Hey,” Bucky says, bringing your eyes back to meet his through the windshield, “Everything is going to be okay. I’ll be with you through everything. You’re gonna be alright, doll.”

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Amended

Bucky knocks on your door gently, waiting to hear any response. When he didn’t get one, he slowly opened your door which he had disabled the locks on, just in case, “Snips, everything okay?” He asks, setting down the tray of food on your dresser. You weren’t in your room and he could see the light pouring out of the bathroom door connected to your room, he could hear your strained breathing and that made panic course through his veins. He walks over to the bathroom door and knocks softly, causing the door to swing open a little more until he could see you. You were only wearing a sports bra and had a white towel stained in red pressed to your side.

Your eyes snapped up from the towel you held against your side to Bucky as the door moved. You reached under the counter of the bathroom, grabbing the hidden gun and pointing it at him, your body trembling as you stare at him with wide eyes.

Bucky immediately put his hands up, not wanting to seem threatening to you. He thought he had cleaned out all your weapons, but he might have missed a few, “I made you dinner,” he quickly said, pointing one thumb behind his shoulder to your dresser where the tray sat, “Your favorite, spaghetti.”

You stay still for a moment, staring at him as the gun shook in your hands due to you not knowing what to do. Should you shoot him? Lower your weapon? You took a deep breath and put the gun down on the counter before returning to tending to the wound to your right side, pressing the towel harder against your skin with a soft hiss. The shower you had taken caused the fresh wound to open up, bleeding profusely.

Bucky frowned when he heard your breath hitch when pressing the towel firmer to whatever wound you had. He looked to the towel before back to you, “I can help…” he says softly, taking a step closer to you followed by another, “I’ll help you clean it and stop the bleeding.”

Your eyes moved up to look at him again, searching his features for any hostility before you slowly nodded at him, relaxing a bit but keeping your eyes trained on every move he made.

Bucky let out a soft sigh of relief at your willingness to let him help, stepping closer slowly until he was standing over you, “Okay, let’s see what we have,” he murmured out, wanting to give you some type of warning that he was going to touch you. He took the towel from your grip and pulls it away slowly, but then froze, his eyes widening at the word carved into the side of your body.

Amended.

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