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Someone clarify some things for me please. So I recently stopped reading ACOWAR 25% in because I’m a Nesta hater through and through and am putting off getting to her book. HOWEVER booktok keeps praising Nes saying her,aelin, and Bryce are the queens blah blah blah nestas more powerful that fayre whatever.

BUT do we see feyres full potential? Like I said I stopped reading due to annoyance but she has so many powers and so far they’ve been used in such simple ways. MY QUESTIONNNN is couldn’t she be like Katara in Avatar? She manipulates water so couldn’t she “bloodbend” essentially and freeze it as well? Thus being incredibly deadly and efficient?

Putting aside my hatred for nesta, Feyre is the high lady that saved her family AND the faes as a simple human. She is better than both sisters in many ways and deserves all the things. As an eldest sister I couldn’t imagine doing what nesta does smh. I just can’t finish this series if I have to see nesta get glorified when she’s a pos person that doesn’t deserve it, she never did anything to earn something like that. I’m all for a redemption arc but this witch is STILL so angry and rude and terrible to literally everyone but Elaine. I wanted to read tog and crescent city as well before Jan 30th but is it worth it?

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バッキー・バーンズ

I love Bucky Barnes and Sebastian Stan.

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Secret of the Widow

-part eleven-

Summary: Post Endgame time period. The team is healing, trying to navigate this new normal they’ve found themselves in when Bucky and Sam bring home a stray with an attitude and a secret. Will the broken team take her in? Or is it too much to bare?

Warnings: language, violence, smut, death, fluff, angst, blood

Pairings: Bucky x OC

After Petey returned with pizza and another kiss on the cheek the team watched me eat and discussed plans to pinpoint the Hydra base housing Mr. SunscreenAd. With Buckys knowledge and the few locations I knew of there was a decent list that Sam and Peter decided to do recon on in the meantime.

Once my plate was emptied, a very pushy Fury shoved me into Banners arms and ordered us to the med lab, Bucky trailing beside me.

Sitting me down on a table Banner turned to have Friday pull up some scans around my body. "Barnes, would you mind patching her up? I have a few tests I would like to do if that's okay Ali."

"Go for it Doc." With a shrug I turn to Bucky, his scowl still prominent but his hands are gentle as he begins cleaning my wounds.

"Al I know it's a lot to ask, but do you think you have enough energy to jump a few feet across the room?"

"Banner she doesn't need to strain herself anymore than she al-"

"Of course I can Doc, I'm fine now." With a small smile and shake of my head I try to let Buck know that it's okay. A second later I'm across the room and his forehead is creasing with some unreachable thought.

"Hm that's interesting.... Al have you ever made an object move? Without having to hold it?"

After hopping back onto the table Bucky begins stitching up the cut on my forehead. I'll never understand why stitches are more sucky than the injury itself. "I've tried but haven't been successful. Why?"

"I need to study the scans more, but from what I can tell you're right in saying it is not simply teleportation. When you jump, you seem to be moving at an atomic level."

"I'm moving atoms as in each individual atom?"

"That's what it looks like. Theoretically speaking, this means that not only can you move inanimate objects but you should also be able to rearrange atoms at will, reshaping their structure essentially. This is why you get so drained when jumping. Your brain pinpoints every single atom inside you and transfers them in less than a second. Your body is basically exploding and imploding in the blink of an eye, and the further you jump the longer you are broken down to an atomic level."

Bucky stopped halfway through dressing the last cut to look at Banner, seemingly lost in translation.

"Well that's- that's a lot. It's nice to know finally, can you update me on any other findings?"

"Of course, you get some rest and Barnes, make sure she eats another high calorie meal in the next hour."

With a short nod Bucky is picking me up and strutting out the door, face grim and solid as stone. "Sarge I can walk just fine, you can put me down."

"I don't really trust your sense of self-preservation at the moment Doll, so forgive me if I ensure your safety while I can."

"Buck what's wrong? What did I do to make you so angry?"

Pushing the elevator button he looks down at me and grunts softly. "Not mad at you Doll." With a shake of his head his arms tighten around my body, pressing me further into his warmth. "I'm pissed off at the world, at Hydra, at myself. I just- it's always something isn't it? I'm always clueless and lost, never having memories, and it always leads to someone else's pain."

Putting a hand on his scruffy cheek, I guide his face to look at me. "Buck, nothing that happened to me is your fault and i-"

"It is Doll, I could have saved you or gone with you. You wouldn't have had to be alone and tortured for so long. If I had-"

"James Bucky Barnes if you don't shut the hell up and listen to me I will call Wilson and let him carry me to my room." I arch my brow as my thumb brushes over his cheekbone, laughing softly as his mouth snaps shut. "Sarge, what's past is past, it can't be changed. I don't want it to change. I have these powers for a reason and if I improve more I could really help people Buck. I don't regret what I went through. And yeah it sucks that you don't know who I am, but that's not your fault B. Just like all those things the Winter Soldier did wasn't you. Despite what you believe, you are not to blame. You were tortured and used for far longer than I was in much worse ways. I'd kill every Hydra agent I could get my hands on if it meant you'd understand how important you are to the team, how cared for and wonderful and talented. I know the memories, the nightmares, haunt you, and they probably always will because your heart is so big that it just has to feel the loss that doesn't belong to your hands. But you need to understand that the only person you need forgiveness from is yourself Buck. A little secret? Tony forgave you long ago. He saw that you were a good man forced to do bad things and he understood that on some level. I forgive you for throwing me down so many hallways. While you have nothing to be sorry for, you are still forgiven Bucky."

A large, rough hand was gripping my chin as soft lips crashed onto my open ones.

With a small gasp my hands slid up into soft hair, pulling the broken man further into the kiss. It was desperate and passionate, teeth clashing and noses bumping every so often.

The floor swayed beneath me as Bucky walked us to my room, kicking the door open as his lips never left my own. Careful of my sore body, Bucky gently laid us on the bed, his large frame caging me in as my legs wrapped around his waist.

The kiss slowed, desperation turning into wonder, passion into longing. The kind of longing one has for rain after being trapped in the desert for too long. Strong hands that have once ended lives, that are capable of such violence; caress my body like it is made of the finest porcelain. Like I am a gift he is afraid to break. The metal hand is hesitant, almost scared, of the pressure it pressed into the delicate skin of my neck as he tilts my head to the side, lips trialing down my chest, his brand pressed into my very being.

Only then as I finally take a real breath do I notice the wetness upon my cheeks.

Buckys mouth stops above my heart, forehead resting against my shoulder as he listens to the steady beat within me. My hands run up his back, into his hair, and down his broad shoulders until he finally raises his head.

For the first time in years I see the Bucky Barnes I fell in love with. The man running from demons he couldn't see, lost in a time he didn't understand and a mind he no longer owned. His eyes were filled with torment and confusion and anger... and something I'm far too scared to even entertain the thought of just yet.

"I need to remember you Doll. I have to. I know you, I know I do, everything inside of me is screaming at me to remember, to hold you and to protect you. I can't not remember you."

I bring his lips back to mine and press a chaste kiss to them. Giving his nose a little nudge with mine I swipe away the couple tears slowly traveling down his cheeks. "I already told you Sarge, I'll remember for us both. I think you already know I won't tell you any of our stories, just like you know why. I don't want you beating yourself up over things you can't change, agonizing over things you can picture but not remember will make it worse. Plus, I want you to learn to trust me as me, not just who I tell you I am. And if one day you do get those memories back.. well, I hope nothing changes. I hope that we can find our own way even with the missing pieces.."

Pulling him into a deep kiss, I arch into his body and promptly jump to the other side of the room, leaving him sprawled out and confused on the bed.

Turning towards the bathroom I strip off my top and throw it towards the bed. "I think I need to shower this wonderful day off now." After turning on the hot water I poke my head back out the door. "Well Sarge, are you coming?"

My last coherent thought as I run to the shower in a fit of giggles is I have never seen a man so rugged and serious look so much like a kid on Christmas morning in my life.

***

Fucking Barnes. I swear I hate that stupidly attractive, oh-so-chivalrous, Mr. OverProtective assbutt. Waltzing into the shower with a cocky smirk, body on display for my eyes only. That stupid arrogant chuckle when he heard my heart skip at the beauty (and size) of him.

Here I am being oh so kind and lovely, offering him a nice hot shower with a very naked me.

And he has the AUDACITY to actually care about my well-being and say "Doll I just stitched you up myself and as much as I'd like to fuck you until you're a screaming, begging mess, it's going to have to wait until you have the energy for me."

Stupid Barnes with his bubble filled hair and soap slicked body. With his stupid strong hands currently spreading shampoo through my hair, sometimes stopping to massage my neck and run along my shoulders. So so so stupid.

With a groan I lean my head against his chest feeling his body rumble as he lets out a soft chuckle. His beard scratches dangerously against my throat as he leans down to whisper into my ear. “Turn around Draga mea.”

A shiver rolls down my body as I slowly spin around to face him, cursing the man the whole whole of course. Until he tenderly begins to clean around my wounds, blue eyes rarely leaving mine, emotions crashing like tidal waves beneath the surface.

Once he finishes the delicate task, his hand begins to travel along my ribs, a sultry smirk making its way to his face. “That was a dirty trick you played earlier Draga, it’s not nice to tease.”

“The only one teasing here is you Sarge.” I pluck the rag from his hand and take a step back, allowing the hot water to run down my body. My empty hand slides slowly over the mound of a breast, gliding down my stomach only to glide back up to pinch and soothe one of my nipples. The other begins running the soapy rag over my chest and down my stomach, eyes never leaving Buckys darkening ones. “You probably couldn’t make me scream anymore anyways. What do they say about age? And virility? Oh yeah-”

Suddenly I was smashed between the wall and a giant super soldier with lust blown, glaring eyes pressing his body into mine. His hands gripped my hips so hard there would inevitably be bruises in the morning. Not that I minded. At all.

A small squeak escapes my lips as he shoves his (beefy) thigh between my own pressed it flush against my core. My breath reduced to shallow pants within seconds as he trails his lips up my neck only stoping to leave little Bucky Bites until his nose is nuzzling at my ear. “You’ve got quite the mouth Babydoll, I would fuck that attitude out of you but I think you need to learn a lesson don’t you?”

Before I can even open my mouth he is pulling my hips down hard against his thigh, rocking them in an agonizingly slow pace, his muscles tendering every few seconds.

“Buck, Bucky, please.”

“Soaked and begging already? My beautiful girl, you’re just gagging for my cock aren’t you.”

The muscles in my stomach tense as Bucky leans down and captures a nipple in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth and tongue, letting it out with a soft pop, only to repeat the process until I’m a whimpering mess.

Letting out a load groan I press my hip against Buckys hard cock and rock into him. “Bucky, Buck, please, I need you, needed you for so long.”

A startled gasp followed by a loud moan escapes my lips as Buckys fingers press against my clit, metal hand pinching and rolling my nipples as his delicious mouth pressed into mine. His tongue traces my lips, pressing its way into me as his fingers begin circling my clit faster. Breathy moans are captured between his bruising kiss, teeth nipping and pulling at my lips as my hands explore the dip of each muscle, brushing through the trail of hair leading to his impressively rigid cock, trailing over his shoulder and scratching down his strong back.

I lay my hand over his metal one, feeling him immediately tense up as I wrap my fingers around his and nudge his flesh hand away, replacing it with cool metal. With a soft moan I rock my body into his, pressing my heated core against his soothingly cool fingers. I pull my lip between my teeth, biting it nervously as I look up to see Buckys reaction.

My hips jolt when he lets out a dark growl, his eyes predatory yet filled with a warmth meant for me. Once again my back is shoved into the wall, his lips kissing bruises into my own, as his fingers make there way to my entrance, teasing swipes until he finally, finally, pushes one inside. My body clenches he’s around him, begging to be filled but desperate enough to start riding the single digit.

“Look at you Draga, so desperate for release, body practically begging to be fucked by me. Fuck. You’re gonna be the end of me, I just know it.”

Another finger enters and then another, cool metal shifting and vibrating inside me. All I can do is moan in response, breathing out a broken Bucky as my hand wraps around his cock.

His jaw tenses as a low grunt is heaved from his chest. He’s about to protest until I begin to pump his large length, my thumb swilling over the head every few pumps. A growl rumbles through his chest and then he starts to absolutely tail my pussy with his metal fingers. He wraps an arm around my waist and uses it to pull my body down harder onto his hand, my breasts bouncing, his beard leaving burns on the sensitive flesh as he sucks them into his mouth once more.

“Bucky, oh Buck, missed you, this, fuck, you’re so- I jus-”

With a whimper I cut myself off before I say something I shouldn’t. I can feel Buckys abs begin to tense and I know he’s getting close, and suddenly his thumb is rubbing my clit with a fiery passion, his fingers crooked and hitting that spot inside just so.

I’m a screaming mess, Buckys name falling from my lips like honey. The knot is coiling so tight I’m scared of letting it go, of this ending after so long waiting for my rain.

“Say it again Draga, scream my name so pretty, let them hear.”

The coil fucking shatters. My back arches from the wall as my hand twists, Buckys name ripped from my lungs like a gasp for air until I feel his mouth connect with mine again. His kiss is soft and warm as his fingers slow inside me, his cum coating our stomachs.

“What was that about virility and not making you scream? I think my old age is affecting my hearing Doll.”

A tired giggle tumbles from my mouth as I lightly hit his shoulder. “I was just humoring you Sarge, can’t let your poor ego get hurt now can we.”

With his face pressed into my neck he left a smattering of soft kisses and bites, his smile pressed into my skin the whole time.

“How kind of you Doll, I’ll be sure to avoid touching this pretty pussy again so you won’t have to go through the pure torture of humoring me and my ego though. Will that make you happy?”

Pressing a kiss to his lips I nuzzle my nose along his throat until I reach the spot behind his ear, nipping and sucking until a beautiful red mark starts to form.

Pulling away I look up at him, slowly bringing my cum cover hand to my lips, tongue capturing every drop, Buckys jaw tensing and his hands giving my hips a warning squeeze. “If that was torture, I’d be happy to let you do whatever you want with me for however long you’ll have me Sarge.”

In a blink I’m outside the tub wrapping a fluffy towel around my dripping body. “You were right about my energy levels too, I’m starving, you gonna come eat dinner with me Handsome?”

I love this stupid man.

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•Credit to @viviNeko23 on Twitter & Anthony Mackie for this iconic line•

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Imagine having sex in a gym with Lance

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Secret of the Widow

-part eleven-

Summary: Post Endgame time period. The team is healing, trying to navigate this new normal they’ve found themselves in when Bucky and Sam bring home a stray with an attitude and a secret. Will the broken team take her in? Or is it too much to bare?

Warnings: language, violence, smut, death, fluff, angst, blood

Pairings: Bucky x OC

After Petey returned with pizza and another kiss on the cheek the team watched me eat and discussed plans to pinpoint the Hydra base housing Mr. SunscreenAd. With Buckys knowledge and the few locations I knew of there was a decent list that Sam and Peter decided to do recon on in the meantime.

Once my plate was emptied, a very pushy Fury shoved me into Banners arms and ordered us to the med lab, Bucky trailing beside me.

Sitting me down on a table Banner turned to have Friday pull up some scans around my body. "Barnes, would you mind patching her up? I have a few tests I would like to do if that's okay Ali."

"Go for it Doc." With a shrug I turn to Bucky, his scowl still prominent but his hands are gentle as he begins cleaning my wounds.

"Al I know it's a lot to ask, but do you think you have enough energy to jump a few feet across the room?"

"Banner she doesn't need to strain herself anymore than she al-"

"Of course I can Doc, I'm fine now." With a small smile and shake of my head I try to let Buck know that it's okay. A second later I'm across the room and his forehead is creasing with some unreachable thought.

"Hm that's interesting.... Al have you ever made an object move? Without having to hold it?"

After hopping back onto the table Bucky begins stitching up the cut on my forehead. I'll never understand why stitches are more sucky than the injury itself. "I've tried but haven't been successful. Why?"

"I need to study the scans more, but from what I can tell you're right in saying it is not simply teleportation. When you jump, you seem to be moving at an atomic level."

"I'm moving atoms as in each individual atom?"

"That's what it looks like. Theoretically speaking, this means that not only can you move inanimate objects but you should also be able to rearrange atoms at will, reshaping their structure essentially. This is why you get so drained when jumping. Your brain pinpoints every single atom inside you and transfers them in less than a second. Your body is basically exploding and imploding in the blink of an eye, and the further you jump the longer you are broken down to an atomic level."

Bucky stopped halfway through dressing the last cut to look at Banner, seemingly lost in translation.

"Well that's- that's a lot. It's nice to know finally, can you update me on any other findings?"

"Of course, you get some rest and Barnes, make sure she eats another high calorie meal in the next hour."

With a short nod Bucky is picking me up and strutting out the door, face grim and solid as stone. "Sarge I can walk just fine, you can put me down."

"I don't really trust your sense of self-preservation at the moment Doll, so forgive me if I ensure your safety while I can."

"Buck what's wrong? What did I do to make you so angry?"

Pushing the elevator button he looks down at me and grunts softly. "Not mad at you Doll." With a shake of his head his arms tighten around my body, pressing me further into his warmth. "I'm pissed off at the world, at Hydra, at myself. I just- it's always something isn't it? I'm always clueless and lost, never having memories, and it always leads to someone else's pain."

Putting a hand on his scruffy cheek, I guide his face to look at me. "Buck, nothing that happened to me is your fault and i-"

"It is Doll, I could have saved you or gone with you. You wouldn't have had to be alone and tortured for so long. If I had-"

"James Bucky Barnes if you don't shut the hell up and listen to me I will call Wilson and let him carry me to my room." I arch my brow as my thumb brushes over his cheekbone, laughing softly as his mouth snaps shut. "Sarge, what's past is past, it can't be changed. I don't want it to change. I have these powers for a reason and if I improve more I could really help people Buck. I don't regret what I went through. And yeah it sucks that you don't know who I am, but that's not your fault B. Just like all those things the Winter Soldier did wasn't you. Despite what you believe, you are not to blame. You were tortured and used for far longer than I was in much worse ways. I'd kill every Hydra agent I could get my hands on if it meant you'd understand how important you are to the team, how cared for and wonderful and talented. I know the memories, the nightmares, haunt you, and they probably always will because your heart is so big that it just has to feel the loss that doesn't belong to your hands. But you need to understand that the only person you need forgiveness from is yourself Buck. A little secret? Tony forgave you long ago. He saw that you were a good man forced to do bad things and he understood that on some level. I forgive you for throwing me down so many hallways. While you have nothing to be sorry for, you are still forgiven Bucky."

A large, rough hand was gripping my chin as soft lips crashed onto my open ones.

With a small gasp my hands slid up into soft hair, pulling the broken man further into the kiss. It was desperate and passionate, teeth clashing and noses bumping every so often.

The floor swayed beneath me as Bucky walked us to my room, kicking the door open as his lips never left my own. Careful of my sore body, Bucky gently laid us on the bed, his large frame caging me in as my legs wrapped around his waist.

The kiss slowed, desperation turning into wonder, passion into longing. The kind of longing one has for rain after being trapped in the desert for too long. Strong hands that have once ended lives, that are capable of such violence; caress my body like it is made of the finest porcelain. Like I am a gift he is afraid to break. The metal hand is hesitant, almost scared, of the pressure it pressed into the delicate skin of my neck as he tilts my head to the side, lips trialing down my chest, his brand pressed into my very being.

Only then as I finally take a real breath do I notice the wetness upon my cheeks.

Buckys mouth stops above my heart, forehead resting against my shoulder as he listens to the steady beat within me. My hands run up his back, into his hair, and down his broad shoulders until he finally raises his head.

For the first time in years I see the Bucky Barnes I fell in love with. The man running from demons he couldn't see, lost in a time he didn't understand and a mind he no longer owned. His eyes were filled with torment and confusion and anger... and something I'm far too scared to even entertain the thought of just yet.

"I need to remember you Doll. I have to. I know you, I know I do, everything inside of me is screaming at me to remember, to hold you and to protect you. I can't not remember you."

I bring his lips back to mine and press a chaste kiss to them. Giving his nose a little nudge with mine I swipe away the couple tears slowly traveling down his cheeks. "I already told you Sarge, I'll remember for us both. I think you already know I won't tell you any of our stories, just like you know why. I don't want you beating yourself up over things you can't change, agonizing over things you can picture but not remember will make it worse. Plus, I want you to learn to trust me as me, not just who I tell you I am. And if one day you do get those memories back.. well, I hope nothing changes. I hope that we can find our own way even with the missing pieces.."

Pulling him into a deep kiss, I arch into his body and promptly jump to the other side of the room, leaving him sprawled out and confused on the bed.

Turning towards the bathroom I strip off my top and throw it towards the bed. "I think I need to shower this wonderful day off now." After turning on the hot water I poke my head back out the door. "Well Sarge, are you coming?"

My last coherent thought as I run to the shower in a fit of giggles is I have never seen a man so rugged and serious look so much like a kid on Christmas morning in my life.

***

Fucking Barnes. I swear I hate that stupidly attractive, oh-so-chivalrous, Mr. OverProtective assbutt. Waltzing into the shower with a cocky smirk, body on display for my eyes only. That stupid arrogant chuckle when he heard my heart skip at the beauty (and size) of him.

Here I am being oh so kind and lovely, offering him a nice hot shower with a very naked me.

And he has the AUDACITY to actually care about my well-being and say "Doll I just stitched you up myself and as much as I'd like to fuck you until you're a screaming, begging mess, it's going to have to wait until you have the energy for me."

Stupid Barnes with his bubble filled hair and soap slicked body. With his stupid strong hands currently spreading shampoo through my hair, sometimes stopping to massage my neck and run along my shoulders. So so so stupid.

With a groan I lean my head against his chest feeling his body rumble as he lets out a soft chuckle. His beard scratches dangerously against my throat as he leans down to whisper into my ear. “Turn around Draga mea.”

A shiver rolls down my body as I slowly spin around to face him, cursing the man the whole whole of course. Until he tenderly begins to clean around my wounds, blue eyes rarely leaving mine, emotions crashing like tidal waves beneath the surface.

Once he finishes the delicate task, his hand begins to travel along my ribs, a sultry smirk making its way to his face. “That was a dirty trick you played earlier Draga, it’s not nice to tease.”

“The only one teasing here is you Sarge.” I pluck the rag from his hand and take a step back, allowing the hot water to run down my body. My empty hand slides slowly over the mound of a breast, gliding down my stomach only to glide back up to pinch and soothe one of my nipples. The other begins running the soapy rag over my chest and down my stomach, eyes never leaving Buckys darkening ones. “You probably couldn’t make me scream anymore anyways. What do they say about age? And virility? Oh yeah-”

Suddenly I was smashed between the wall and a giant super soldier with lust blown, glaring eyes pressing his body into mine. His hands gripped my hips so hard there would inevitably be bruises in the morning. Not that I minded. At all.

A small squeak escapes my lips as he shoves his (beefy) thigh between my own pressed it flush against my core. My breath reduced to shallow pants within seconds as he trails his lips up my neck only stoping to leave little Bucky Bites until his nose is nuzzling at my ear. “You’ve got quite the mouth Babydoll, I would fuck that attitude out of you but I think you need to learn a lesson don’t you?”

Before I can even open my mouth he is pulling my hips down hard against his thigh, rocking them in an agonizingly slow pace, his muscles tendering every few seconds.

“Buck, Bucky, please.”

“Soaked and begging already? My beautiful girl, you’re just gagging for my cock aren’t you.”

The muscles in my stomach tense as Bucky leans down and captures a nipple in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth and tongue, letting it out with a soft pop, only to repeat the process until I’m a whimpering mess.

Letting out a load groan I press my hip against Buckys hard cock and rock into him. “Bucky, Buck, please, I need you, needed you for so long.”

A startled gasp followed by a loud moan escapes my lips as Buckys fingers press against my clit, metal hand pinching and rolling my nipples as his delicious mouth pressed into mine. His tongue traces my lips, pressing its way into me as his fingers begin circling my clit faster. Breathy moans are captured between his bruising kiss, teeth nipping and pulling at my lips as my hands explore the dip of each muscle, brushing through the trail of hair leading to his impressively rigid cock, trailing over his shoulder and scratching down his strong back.

I lay my hand over his metal one, feeling him immediately tense up as I wrap my fingers around his and nudge his flesh hand away, replacing it with cool metal. With a soft moan I rock my body into his, pressing my heated core against his soothingly cool fingers. I pull my lip between my teeth, biting it nervously as I look up to see Buckys reaction.

My hips jolt when he lets out a dark growl, his eyes predatory yet filled with a warmth meant for me. Once again my back is shoved into the wall, his lips kissing bruises into my own, as his fingers make there way to my entrance, teasing swipes until he finally, finally, pushes one inside. My body clenches he’s around him, begging to be filled but desperate enough to start riding the single digit.

“Look at you Draga, so desperate for release, body practically begging to be fucked by me. Fuck. You’re gonna be the end of me, I just know it.”

Another finger enters and then another, cool metal shifting and vibrating inside me. All I can do is moan in response, breathing out a broken Bucky as my hand wraps around his cock.

His jaw tenses as a low grunt is heaved from his chest. He’s about to protest until I begin to pump his large length, my thumb swilling over the head every few pumps. A growl rumbles through his chest and then he starts to absolutely tail my pussy with his metal fingers. He wraps an arm around my waist and uses it to pull my body down harder onto his hand, my breasts bouncing, his beard leaving burns on the sensitive flesh as he sucks them into his mouth once more.

“Bucky, oh Buck, missed you, this, fuck, you’re so- I jus-”

With a whimper I cut myself off before I say something I shouldn’t. I can feel Buckys abs begin to tense and I know he’s getting close, and suddenly his thumb is rubbing my clit with a fiery passion, his fingers crooked and hitting that spot inside just so.

I’m a screaming mess, Buckys name falling from my lips like honey. The knot is coiling so tight I’m scared of letting it go, of this ending after so long waiting for my rain.

“Say it again Draga, scream my name so pretty, let them hear.”

The coil fucking shatters. My back arches from the wall as my hand twists, Buckys name ripped from my lungs like a gasp for air until I feel his mouth connect with mine again. His kiss is soft and warm as his fingers slow inside me, his cum coating our stomachs.

“What was that about virility and not making you scream? I think my old age is affecting my hearing Doll.”

A tired giggle tumbles from my mouth as I lightly hit his shoulder. “I was just humoring you Sarge, can’t let your poor ego get hurt now can we.”

With his face pressed into my neck he left a smattering of soft kisses and bites, his smile pressed into my skin the whole time.

“How kind of you Doll, I’ll be sure to avoid touching this pretty pussy again so you won’t have to go through the pure torture of humoring me and my ego though. Will that make you happy?”

Pressing a kiss to his lips I nuzzle my nose along his throat until I reach the spot behind his ear, nipping and sucking until a beautiful red mark starts to form.

Pulling away I look up at him, slowly bringing my cum cover hand to my lips, tongue capturing every drop, Buckys jaw tensing and his hands giving my hips a warning squeeze. “If that was torture, I’d be happy to let you do whatever you want with me for however long you’ll have me Sarge.”

In a blink I’m outside the tub wrapping a fluffy towel around my dripping body. “You were right about my energy levels too, I’m starving, you gonna come eat dinner with me Handsome?”

I love this stupid man.

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Not once in my LIFE have I found it even slightly attractive for a man to smoke until Sebastian f-ing Stan waltzed in to the tune of Hungry Eyes and ruined my sanity.

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Look... I’m not gonna lie, this man could tell me to run through Times Square naked while screaming like a moo cow and I’d say Yes Sir and DROP THOSE PANTIES.

I just-

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🎶Mama I’m in love with🎶

——-Sebastian stan——-

•L’Officiel Hommes 2018•

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Secret of the Widow

———Masterlist———

Summary:The battle with Thanos left the world, and more directly the Avengers, with deep cracks within their hearts. Civilians had to adjust to five years lost, governments had to rebuild. And the hero's of our world had to come to terms with their loss, figuring out how to regroup and find the will to protect this healing civilization. And they were doing okay. That is, until Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson bring back a sharp tounged woman with a lot of secrets to the tower.

(Set a year after Tony’s snap, by his orders the compound was rebuilt and used for the Avengers to have a home, obviously not all cannon compliant but is set after Wandavision and TFATWS)

Pairings: Bucky x OC

Warnings: language, violence, smut, death, fluff, angst, blood

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Part 3

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Part 5

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Part 9

Part 10

Ongoing

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I was assuming the same regarding Bucky, especially considering they reference White Wolf one time and never again, I just didn’t get why they put so much emphasis into the line “I am no longer the Winter Soldier” lol. With Sam I really hope he stays normal with or without the shield. I never liked Cap (team iron man sorry not sorry 😂)

Sam is a normal man that excels without enhanced abilities and I think it shows kids that watch the movies that you don’t HAVE to have powers to make a difference in the world and I love that you know?

Just like Bucky proves that your past does not nor will it ever define you or hold you back, everyday you are given a new chance to make a change and overcome traumas and pain and learn from yours, or others, mistakes. (Sorry this turned existential 😬)

Can someone please explain why the show is titled The Falcon and The Winter Soldier when literally the first episode establishes the fact that Bucky is not the Winter Soldier anymore?

Like I love the WS as a hero name for him but for Bucky it’s the epitome of his dark days. So why is that the title when he’s quite literally going to a therapist that is telling him he isn’t the WS anymore?

[mrsbarnes107]

Dearest Marvel,

If you kill off bucky barnes, i will never speak to you again.

Sincerely,

The entire platform of tumblr

[mrsbarnes107]

Can someone please explain why the show is titled The Falcon and The Winter Soldier when literally the first episode establishes the fact that Bucky is not the Winter Soldier anymore?

Like I love the WS as a hero name for him but for Bucky it’s the epitome of his dark days. So why is that the title when he’s quite literally going to a therapist that is telling him he isn’t the WS anymore?

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Secret of the Widow

-part ten-

Summary: Post Endgame time period. The team is healing, trying to navigate this new normal they’ve found themselves in when Bucky and Sam bring home a stray with an attitude and a secret. Will the broken team take her in? Or is it too much to bare?

Warnings: language, violence, smut, death, fluff, angst, blood

Pairings: Bucky x OC

Our footsteps thundered down the halls, narrowly ducking corners and vaulting stairs as we make our way to the containment unit.

"Do you have your suit?"

"No I didn't think I'd need it!"

"Shit. Okay. You stay back and find the one straggling okay? I know you're good hand to hand but without the suit your vulnerable and significantly weaker."

Luckily I always keep two knives strapped to my belt, so I toss one to Peter as we near the hallway leading to the prisoners.

"Aim between the ribs or the center of the throat. Don't stab yourself."

Just as we burst through the doors, the room shakes, pieces of the ceiling crashing to the floor, throwing us against the wall.

Immediately one of the bombers is on top of me, fist connecting sharply with my jaw. From the corner of my eye I can see Peter handling himself decently. With a swift knee to the gut I have the man under me, one knee pressing into his throat.

Before I can react, his fist slams into my stomach, sending my body further down his own. Taking advantage of my pause to get air back into my lungs, the man hauls us up and slams my skull against the wall then shoves me away.

Hot, thick blood crept slowly down over my brow, dripping into my eye, and flowing down my cheekbone.

With a sigh I plant my foot on his leg while hooking the other around his neck, throwing my body forwards. Bitches belong on their back, he seems to have not gotten the message.

Peter let's out a pained yell from across the room that has me leaping up, pausing to throw my knife straight into the piece of scums heart.

Before I can get to Peter the building is shaking again, a loud roar coming from the adjoining room. With a glance in the kids direction I can see Clint pushing him back while jackknifing the other bomber.

Heavy stomps make there way into the large room. A man well over six feet tall, covered in a billowing cloak, stalks towards me.

His face is obscured by a hood, but from what is exposed, it looks like a decomposing skull.

Black eyes meet my own, a low chuckle reverberating from his chest. "After a year of searching, here you are beautiful."

Not breaking eye contact I bend down to pull the blade from the dead mans chest, standing upright with my head cocked and a brow raised.

"I'm certain I would remember meeting you. Might I suggest a better moisturizer? You seem a little dry."

To the left Clint has disposed of the other prisoner, bow aimed at the beast before us.

The room is filled with black shadows, lit only momentarily as the red alarms flash in sequence.

As the man takes a slow step towards me Clint releases the arrow piercing the beasts arm. With a pause the arrow is snapped in half, point still embedded in the muscle.

Suddenly Clint is running at him, ducking into a slid between his legs while slicing the ankles. The large man grunts and turns as Clint swings a fist towards him. Immediately the man begins mirroring Clints every move. Matching each punch and kick, never once allowing the archer to land a blow. The avenger however was growing weaker with every hit.

With his back facing me, I jump onto his narrow hips, stabbing the blade into his shoulder, dragging it as far down his muscled back as possible. The gash is flowing with blood, covering my hands as the man throws my body to the floor, launching Clint into a wall across the room to land with a thud.

The beast of a man turns back to me, pure rage written across his dead face. "You're incredibly lucky I was ordered to bring you back alive, otherwise that pretty face of yours would be carved to pieces."

A second too late I see Peter sneaking up behind the man. His knife plunging into the mans ribs, likely grazing the heart. With a roar he falls to a knee, ripping the knife from his side. As he turns towards the boy I launch myself at him. Throwing my body weight into my punch, his head snaps to the side, his face glitching for a split second before I drag my knife up his abdomen. His large fist meets my ribs, sending me back a few yards.

He looks into my eyes and laughs as he turns to Peter, the kid stares up at him with doe eyes, terrified but standing his ground. I wish the idiot would run.

"However beautiful, him I can enjoy killing."

He launches his body at Peter, blood flowing down his back and chest, movements stuttering and slowed from his injuries.

A scream is ripped from my throat as I launch my knife into his open side wound and close my eyes.

I appear at the kids side within a blink, yanking him to me.

The last thing I see is the beastly man walking from the room slowly, his body red and weakening.

"I'll be back beautiful."

My eyes close again, opening to see Peter and I back in the lab.

***

Hours later we're sitting in the medical unit, me stitching up the boys as Peter looks at me with confused concern.

"Ali... did you know him?"

I press an alcohol cloth to Clints head, ignoring the dried blood sticking to my face.

"No, not in the technical sense. I'm pretty sure I know of him though. I called the team while you were helping Clint, they're on their way back, as is Nicky."

"O-okay, are we gonna talk about what happened earlier? In the lab?"

"Yeah Petey, we'll look at the video after the meeting. They'll be here in a couple minutes." With that I finish the last stitch and head out of the room.

Rounding the hallway I stop and fall against the doorway, a shuddering breath finally heaving from my lungs, tears welling in my eyes.

I was so fucking close to loosing them. And I'm so fucking tired.

"Ms. Romanoff, the quinjet has landed."

Letting out a deep breath I wipe my eyes and drag my body upright, forcing my legs to walk steadily to the conference room. Only faltering as I fall into the chair I sat in just yesterday.

After a few minutes Peter comes in, Clint hanging off his shoulder. They sit in the chairs to my right as I take a deep sip of my water, hopping it revives the little energy I have left.

"Hey Red, couldn't handle a few lowlifes without-" Sam playfully said as he waltzed into the room, pausing as he took a look at the beat up members in front of him, face becoming livid. "What the hell happened?"

Behind him stood Wanda and Banner, neither saying a word as they silently sit at the end of the table. Wanda eyeing me with curiosity, so I let her see the events herself.

She lets out a small gasp just as Bucky rounds the door, coming to a halt as his eyes meet mine.

Flashing a small smile I shrug, "At least you didn't do anything stupid."

That was definitely not what he wanted to hear it seems. His jaw looks like it's about to break from clenching so hard, his blue eyes cutting into me like steal as he slowly stalks forward.

He stops once his feet meet my own, bending down as his hand cups my chin, raising my eyes to meet his.

His gaze is terrifying. He looks murderous.

But his hand is gentle as he moves my head, eyes scanning my injuries. He growls from deep in his throat, "How the fuck did this happen."

***

After finally getting Bucky to sit down, albeit practically pressed against my side as his leg is hooked underneath my own, Nicky walks in demanding to know how a non-mission went to shit so hard.

I have Friday pull up the video footage of the containment room in the center of the table. All of us watching as Clint walked in and opened the cell, ordering the men out. All eyes glanced his way, but before anyone could speak the Clint in the video shimmered and turned into the beastly man.

Peter looked from the footage to me."He shapeshifts?"

"No. He projects a hologram. He likely walked past the guards straight through the front door."

I hold in a breath as I lean forward to move the footage to our arrival.

Bucky feels me tense in pain, his large hand coming to rest on my knee as his thumb rubs circles against the muscle.

Nicky stands to my right, his hand resting on the chair above my shoulder. Knuckles cracking as he watches me and the boys getting thrown around.

Bucks hand squeezes my thigh as if holding himself in place as he watches the fresh blood run down my skull.

The footage stops after I disappear with Peter from the room.

The team sits in silence for a moment, everyone staring at the paused hologram.

I take a sip of water and clear my throat. Jeez, I think Nicky is infecting me with his throat problem. "Well today wasn't boring am I right."

Nicky let's out a very burdened sigh as he shakes his head. I don't know why he seems fed up with me.

"Okay. We're going to ignore that little disappearing act for the moment while you tell me why the hell that guy seemed to want you so bad."

Buckys hand clenches tighter. Reaching down I lay my palm over is unwavering fingers and give them a soft squeeze.

"Friday, bring up a frame of Skelator please."

A grainy image of the decomposing man hovers in the center of the team. I nod at the photo as I take another drink, trying to keep from collapsing.

"To answer that very snarky comment I'm gonna have to also explain the uh the little 'disappearing act' as well."

I sit up a little straighter and push a clump of blood soaked hair from my face with a sigh.

"Having to go dark is a part of the job, we all know this. There's been a few instances where I've had to go underground for a month or so, like I said it's common in our line of work." I have to pause for a moment, trying to figure out how to best word my story. "You see, while the avengers were all tearing at each others throats after the accords, I was dealing with a group of terrorists in the mountains of Siberia. I suspected they were old Hydra members, however I did not expect getting trapped in a very well functioning base."

I glance up at Nicky, "You remember a few months ago when you asked why I went dark for six months before the snap?" A weak chuckle escapes my lips. "I was kind of taken by Hydra. The only reason I even escaped was because the snap."

Living up to his name, Nicky is looking at me with pure fury in his eye as he calmly berates me. "And you never thought to mention this?"

"There was a lot going on okay. Anyways, there were a couple others like me being kept there. Hydra was running experiments again-" Buckys body has been rigid since I mentioned being taken, but now his hand turns to weave his fingers in mine "-dozens of injections and tests, torture meant to stimulate a reaction to the serums. I was the only one to survive. And well, you saw what I can do."

"You teleport?" Sam asked with interest, concern hidden beneath the words.

"Um kind of I guess. I don't do it much, which is why I've never mentioned it. It takes a lot of energy. Like a lot. Just moving myself a few miles away requires a Barnes size serving of food and a short nap. Moving myself to another continent? I'm out within a couple hours. Moving another person? Well.." I shrug. "It's hard and it takes a lot. I can only jump to places I can visualize: my room, Tower of London, I can't just jump unless I've been there or have seen a photo."

"Have you practiced much?" Banner looked like he was running equations behind those glasses, trying to piece together an explanation.

"Not really, besides my time at Hydra I haven't used it much this past year. I think that's why today wiped me out so much."

I take another drink of water, draining the glass.

"Anyways, during my stay at the base I heard the doctors talking about a hired assassin a couple times. A man they have train new recruits and take out certain hits."

Bucky gives my hand a squeeze, his eyes never leaving my face.

"They call him Taskmaster. He has photographic reflexes, meaning he can mimic anyone's fighting styles, sometimes even their powers. I never got to see him and they never described him, but based off of what we saw with Clint and the fact that he's so adamant on finding me, I'm gonna guess he was sent by Hydra. And I think it's safe to also guess that the bombing from yesterday was to lure me out, while today's separated and weakened the team."

Peter gets up and pulls me into a soft, firm hug. Pulling away he looks into my tired eyes as I give him a smile. "Oh Petey-" "Shush and accept my thank you while I go get you some food." With a kiss to my check he jogs from the room.

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Repost @dina_litovsky

‘Outtakes from a remote portrait session with Sebastian Stan (aka Winter Soldier). @nytimes #sebastianstan’

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Secret of the Widow Update

Okay so wow a double post today, who is she?

Anyways I hope y’all are enjoying the fic! I absolutely love feedback and am open to any suggestions and comments you may have!

So like most writers I had an idea for the story, I planned it out to be 15 chapters/parts, and have now veered in a completely different direction and have thought of a lot of new scenes to pop between major events. So I’m either going to be writing longer parts or more shorter parts than I had intended.

Have a wonderful night loves!

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Secret of the Widow

-part ten-

Summary: Post Endgame time period. The team is healing, trying to navigate this new normal they’ve found themselves in when Bucky and Sam bring home a stray with an attitude and a secret. Will the broken team take her in? Or is it too much to bare?

Warnings: language, violence, smut, death, fluff, angst, blood

Pairings: Bucky x OC

Our footsteps thundered down the halls, narrowly ducking corners and vaulting stairs as we make our way to the containment unit.

"Do you have your suit?"

"No I didn't think I'd need it!"

"Shit. Okay. You stay back and find the one straggling okay? I know you're good hand to hand but without the suit your vulnerable and significantly weaker."

Luckily I always keep two knives strapped to my belt, so I toss one to Peter as we near the hallway leading to the prisoners.

"Aim between the ribs or the center of the throat. Don't stab yourself."

Just as we burst through the doors, the room shakes, pieces of the ceiling crashing to the floor, throwing us against the wall.

Immediately one of the bombers is on top of me, fist connecting sharply with my jaw. From the corner of my eye I can see Peter handling himself decently. With a swift knee to the gut I have the man under me, one knee pressing into his throat.

Before I can react, his fist slams into my stomach, sending my body further down his own. Taking advantage of my pause to get air back into my lungs, the man hauls us up and slams my skull against the wall then shoves me away.

Hot, thick blood crept slowly down over my brow, dripping into my eye, and flowing down my cheekbone.

With a sigh I plant my foot on his leg while hooking the other around his neck, throwing my body forwards. Bitches belong on their back, he seems to have not gotten the message.

Peter let's out a pained yell from across the room that has me leaping up, pausing to throw my knife straight into the piece of scums heart.

Before I can get to Peter the building is shaking again, a loud roar coming from the adjoining room. With a glance in the kids direction I can see Clint pushing him back while jackknifing the other bomber.

Heavy stomps make there way into the large room. A man well over six feet tall, covered in a billowing cloak, stalks towards me.

His face is obscured by a hood, but from what is exposed, it looks like a decomposing skull.

Black eyes meet my own, a low chuckle reverberating from his chest. "After a year of searching, here you are beautiful."

Not breaking eye contact I bend down to pull the blade from the dead mans chest, standing upright with my head cocked and a brow raised.

"I'm certain I would remember meeting you. Might I suggest a better moisturizer? You seem a little dry."

To the left Clint has disposed of the other prisoner, bow aimed at the beast before us.

The room is filled with black shadows, lit only momentarily as the red alarms flash in sequence.

As the man takes a slow step towards me Clint releases the arrow piercing the beasts arm. With a pause the arrow is snapped in half, point still embedded in the muscle.

Suddenly Clint is running at him, ducking into a slid between his legs while slicing the ankles. The large man grunts and turns as Clint swings a fist towards him. Immediately the man begins mirroring Clints every move. Matching each punch and kick, never once allowing the archer to land a blow. The avenger however was growing weaker with every hit.

With his back facing me, I jump onto his narrow hips, stabbing the blade into his shoulder, dragging it as far down his muscled back as possible. The gash is flowing with blood, covering my hands as the man throws my body to the floor, launching Clint into a wall across the room to land with a thud.

The beast of a man turns back to me, pure rage written across his dead face. "You're incredibly lucky I was ordered to bring you back alive, otherwise that pretty face of yours would be carved to pieces."

A second too late I see Peter sneaking up behind the man. His knife plunging into the mans ribs, likely grazing the heart. With a roar he falls to a knee, ripping the knife from his side. As he turns towards the boy I launch myself at him. Throwing my body weight into my punch, his head snaps to the side, his face glitching for a split second before I drag my knife up his abdomen. His large fist meets my ribs, sending me back a few yards.

He looks into my eyes and laughs as he turns to Peter, the kid stares up at him with doe eyes, terrified but standing his ground. I wish the idiot would run.

"However beautiful, him I can enjoy killing."

He launches his body at Peter, blood flowing down his back and chest, movements stuttering and slowed from his injuries.

A scream is ripped from my throat as I launch my knife into his open side wound and close my eyes.

I appear at the kids side within a blink, yanking him to me.

The last thing I see is the beastly man walking from the room slowly, his body red and weakening.

"I'll be back beautiful."

My eyes close again, opening to see Peter and I back in the lab.

***

Hours later we're sitting in the medical unit, me stitching up the boys as Peter looks at me with confused concern.

"Ali... did you know him?"

I press an alcohol cloth to Clints head, ignoring the dried blood sticking to my face.

"No, not in the technical sense. I'm pretty sure I know of him though. I called the team while you were helping Clint, they're on their way back, as is Nicky."

"O-okay, are we gonna talk about what happened earlier? In the lab?"

"Yeah Petey, we'll look at the video after the meeting. They'll be here in a couple minutes." With that I finish the last stitch and head out of the room.

Rounding the hallway I stop and fall against the doorway, a shuddering breath finally heaving from my lungs, tears welling in my eyes.

I was so fucking close to loosing them. And I'm so fucking tired.

"Ms. Romanoff, the quinjet has landed."

Letting out a deep breath I wipe my eyes and drag my body upright, forcing my legs to walk steadily to the conference room. Only faltering as I fall into the chair I sat in just yesterday.

After a few minutes Peter comes in, Clint hanging off his shoulder. They sit in the chairs to my right as I take a deep sip of my water, hopping it revives the little energy I have left.

"Hey Red, couldn't handle a few lowlifes without-" Sam playfully said as he waltzed into the room, pausing as he took a look at the beat up members in front of him, face becoming livid. "What the hell happened?"

Behind him stood Wanda and Banner, neither saying a word as they silently sit at the end of the table. Wanda eyeing me with curiosity, so I let her see the events herself.

She lets out a small gasp just as Bucky rounds the door, coming to a halt as his eyes meet mine.

Flashing a small smile I shrug, "At least you didn't do anything stupid."

That was definitely not what he wanted to hear it seems. His jaw looks like it's about to break from clenching so hard, his blue eyes cutting into me like steal as he slowly stalks forward.

He stops once his feet meet my own, bending down as his hand cups my chin, raising my eyes to meet his.

His gaze is terrifying. He looks murderous.

But his hand is gentle as he moves my head, eyes scanning my injuries. He growls from deep in his throat, "How the fuck did this happen."

***

After finally getting Bucky to sit down, albeit practically pressed against my side as his leg is hooked underneath my own, Nicky walks in demanding to know how a non-mission went to shit so hard.

I have Friday pull up the video footage of the containment room in the center of the table. All of us watching as Clint walked in and opened the cell, ordering the men out. All eyes glanced his way, but before anyone could speak the Clint in the video shimmered and turned into the beastly man.

Peter looked from the footage to me."He shapeshifts?"

"No. He projects a hologram. He likely walked past the guards straight through the front door."

I hold in a breath as I lean forward to move the footage to our arrival.

Bucky feels me tense in pain, his large hand coming to rest on my knee as his thumb rubs circles against the muscle.

Nicky stands to my right, his hand resting on the chair above my shoulder. Knuckles cracking as he watches me and the boys getting thrown around.

Bucks hand squeezes my thigh as if holding himself in place as he watches the fresh blood run down my skull.

The footage stops after I disappear with Peter from the room.

The team sits in silence for a moment, everyone staring at the paused hologram.

I take a sip of water and clear my throat. Jeez, I think Nicky is infecting me with his throat problem. "Well today wasn't boring am I right."

Nicky let's out a very burdened sigh as he shakes his head. I don't know why he seems fed up with me.

"Okay. We're going to ignore that little disappearing act for the moment while you tell me why the hell that guy seemed to want you so bad."

Buckys hand clenches tighter. Reaching down I lay my palm over is unwavering fingers and give them a soft squeeze.

"Friday, bring up a frame of Skelator please."

A grainy image of the decomposing man hovers in the center of the team. I nod at the photo as I take another drink, trying to keep from collapsing.

"To answer that very snarky comment I'm gonna have to also explain the uh the little 'disappearing act' as well."

I sit up a little straighter and push a clump of blood soaked hair from my face with a sigh.

"Having to go dark is a part of the job, we all know this. There's been a few instances where I've had to go underground for a month or so, like I said it's common in our line of work." I have to pause for a moment, trying to figure out how to best word my story. "You see, while the avengers were all tearing at each others throats after the accords, I was dealing with a group of terrorists in the mountains of Siberia. I suspected they were old Hydra members, however I did not expect getting trapped in a very well functioning base."

I glance up at Nicky, "You remember a few months ago when you asked why I went dark for six months before the snap?" A weak chuckle escapes my lips. "I was kind of taken by Hydra. The only reason I even escaped was because the snap."

Living up to his name, Nicky is looking at me with pure fury in his eye as he calmly berates me. "And you never thought to mention this?"

"There was a lot going on okay. Anyways, there were a couple others like me being kept there. Hydra was running experiments again-" Buckys body has been rigid since I mentioned being taken, but now his hand turns to weave his fingers in mine "-dozens of injections and tests, torture meant to stimulate a reaction to the serums. I was the only one to survive. And well, you saw what I can do."

"You teleport?" Sam asked with interest, concern hidden beneath the words.

"Um kind of I guess. I don't do it much, which is why I've never mentioned it. It takes a lot of energy. Like a lot. Just moving myself a few miles away requires a Barnes size serving of food and a short nap. Moving myself to another continent? I'm out within a couple hours. Moving another person? Well.." I shrug. "It's hard and it takes a lot. I can only jump to places I can visualize: my room, Tower of London, I can't just jump unless I've been there or have seen a photo."

"Have you practiced much?" Banner looked like he was running equations behind those glasses, trying to piece together an explanation.

"Not really, besides my time at Hydra I haven't used it much this past year. I think that's why today wiped me out so much."

I take another drink of water, draining the glass.

"Anyways, during my stay at the base I heard the doctors talking about a hired assassin a couple times. A man they have train new recruits and take out certain hits."

Bucky gives my hand a squeeze, his eyes never leaving my face.

"They call him Taskmaster. He has photographic reflexes, meaning he can mimic anyone's fighting styles, sometimes even their powers. I never got to see him and they never described him, but based off of what we saw with Clint and the fact that he's so adamant on finding me, I'm gonna guess he was sent by Hydra. And I think it's safe to also guess that the bombing from yesterday was to lure me out, while today's separated and weakened the team."

Peter gets up and pulls me into a soft, firm hug. Pulling away he looks into my tired eyes as I give him a smile. "Oh Petey-" "Shush and accept my thank you while I go get you some food." With a kiss to my check he jogs from the room.