#[ nat voice in this house we punch men and look good doing it ]

[mydarllinglover]

Alone || Shit Happens

Previous

Carl unlocked the gates once T-Dog called out that the food had arrived.

"What you got?" The kid asked.

"Canned beef, canned corn, canned cans, theres' a lot more where this came from." T-Dog said, carrying it through to one of the cells.

Sully jogged towards Natalia, sniffing the stuff she was carrying as he walked by her side.

"Any change?" Rick asked the make shift infirmary cell.

"Bleeding is under control and no fever" Lori said. "But his breath is laboured and his pulse is way down and he hasn't opened his eyes yet."

"Take my cuffs, put them on him." Rick told Glenn. "I'm not taking any chances."

Carl helped T and Natalia whilst Rick talked to Lori, Natalia was still fuming about what had happened in the cafeteria, she should have killed him and let Rick kill her after, least she'd be taking the creep down before he could do anything to anyone else.

"Nat, T, come on, let's go." Rick called out once their conversation was done.

"Stay with Carl, Sul, I'll be back. Be a good boy, will you." She gave the dog a treat as she rubbed his head, scratching behind his ears.

"Hey, I don't blame you" T-Dog told her as they walked back out the door.

"Least someone agrees with me." She scoffed.

Rick could hear them, he didn't say anything for the moment. Once they got back to the prisoners and Daryl, Rick layed the weapons on the table, for them to choose from.

Tomas picked up the crowbar, looking at it.

"Why do I need this, when I got this?" He asked, taking out his gun once again.

"You don't fire guns" Daryl said. "Not unless your backs up against the wall, noise attracts them, it really riles them up."

"We'll go two by two. Daryl will point with T. I'll bring up the rear with you. Stay tight, hold formation, no matter how close the walkers get. Anyone breaks ranks, we could all go down, anyone runs off, they could get mistaken for a walker, end up with an axe in the head."

"And that's where you aim, these things only go down with a head shot." Daryl explained.

"You ain't gotta tell us how to take out a man"

"They ain't men. They're something else."

"Just remember, to go for the brain."

The prisoners picked up their weapons to get ready.

"And what about you little lady, ain't got a partner?" Axel asked.

"She can handle herself just fine." Daryl told him, catching her off guard.

"Nat here was on her own, been surviving like that for a while, hell, she damn near saved our lives and ended it." T joined in.

"You broke into my house and refused to leave." She scoffed, walking after the others.

"Why'd ya call your dog Sully?" Big Tiny asked her, they'd clearly seen her bidding the animal goodbye.

"You ever seen Monsters Inc? One with the monsters who have jobs?"

"Yeah, once." He replied.

"The big blue one, he's called Sully."

"You picked that?" Axel asked.

"No."

"It's a stupid name, who'd you let name your dog that?" Andrew included himself into the conversation.

"What you do to end up in prison, show the world how much of a fucking brainless idiot you are?" Natalia turned on the man, the people in the group slightly thrown off by her sudden aggression.

"Jeez, was just a question, uptight bitch" Andrew grumbled.

"Well mind yer own business." Daryl told him in a low voice.

"Man, it's too damn dark in here." Oscar complained as they walked through the dark hallways.

"Gotta hold it up high out In front of you." Daryl told him, gesturing to raise the flashlight.

"You're gonna hear them before you see 'em." Tomas whispered.

A clanging sound came from behind a corner, unsettling some of the prisoners.

"It's coming!" Axel called out.

"Shh." Rick hissed.

A lone walker trudged past the corner, Daryl raised his hand in the air, counting down, but before he could reach one, the prisoners ran at the dead prisoners yelling and shouting.

The four watched as the prisoners punched, kicked and beat the other walkers that came out.

"These guys are idiots, why are we helping them?" Natalia asked.

"Cause we have a deal." Rick sighed.

"We're wasting time." Natalia scoffed, pulling out two knifes, pushing Axel out of the way so that she could plunge one in the head of a walker that was getting its gut punched in, then handling the one Oscar was kicking, before taking out the third, as the prisoners stared at her. "Are we done? Can we move on now?"

"Let's go" Rick ordered, nodding at T and Daryl to lead the way again.

Once again, a walker by itself walked round the corner.

"It's gotta be the brain" Daryl said, shooting it in the head with his crossbow. "Not the stomach, not the heart, the brain."

"I hear you, the brain." Axel repeated as another one came at them.

Oscar, Axel and Rick took out three as more kept coming.

"Stay in tight formation, no more prison riot crap." Rick told the group. 

Natalia noticed the biggest member of the group step back as everyone took out the walkers, one with long curly hair had followed him, she went to help when a walker that had been handcuffed struggled to get his hand's free, had managed to slip one out, although his hand had slid off the bone.

"Look out!" She called as it reached for Big Tiny's back. She threw a knife at the walker, causing it to drop dead as the knife imbedded itself in the skull of the walking dead prisoner.

Though what she didn't account for, is the walker that had sized her up as a meal, falling into her and sending them both to the ground, She struggled to get it's face away from hers as it snarled and spat at her.

It had ceased when a metal arrows head poked through, almost firing into her.

Natalia pushed the walker off of her, Rick quick to help her get to her feet.

"You alright?" Rick asked.

"Fine." She caught her breath.

"You saved my life." Big Tiny expressed, picking up the woman as he hugged her, almost crushing her bones.

"Don't mention it." She patted his back. "You can put me down now."

"Oh, right, my bad." He smiled shyly, dropping Natalia down so she could stand on her own feet.

As they went to continue, another walker had walked round the corner, Big Tiny hadn't noticed it until it was biting into the mans side.

"Argh!" He screamed out.

Tomas was quicker than everyone else, shooting two bullets into it's skull.

"Oh my God!" Natalia gasped, looking at the bite as Rick stared down Tomas, before coming to his senses and gently nudging Natalia out of the way so he could get a better look with the flashlight.

"I'm telling you man, I don't feel anything, it's just a little bite."

"I'm sorry, man." Rick sighed, knowing what would happen.

"I can keep fighting!" He argued.

"You cut that old guys leg off to save his life." Andrew brought up.

"Look at where the bite is"

"Guys, I'm fine! Just, I'm fine." He repeated, trying to reassure Rick.

"It's slow, you don't always get hit with it so soon." Natalia sighed.

"Look at me... I'm not changing into one of those things."

"Look, man, there has to be something that we can do." Oscar said "We could just lock him up."

"Quarantine him." Axel joined in.

"We gotta do something. Why you just standing there? We gotta save him."

"There's nothing we can do." Rick disagreed.

"You son of a bitch" Andrew cursed.

"I'm all right."

Tomas charged forward, shoving Natalia out of his way and onto the floor, before bashing his weapon into Big Tiny's head, letting the man fall to the ground as well, he looked at the bloody weapon for a moment, bringing it back down onto the mans skull repeatedly, sending blood and brain matter splatting everywhere.

Natalia crawled back as she watched the scene unfold, her eyes wide, she had killed many times before, but never so gruesomely, never like the man had just done, she was a survivalist, he was psychotic.

Two hands gripped her arms, pulling her up, she looked behind her quickly before noticing that it was T-Dog, Daryl beside him.

"You alright, got hurt?" T asked.

"I- I'm." She looked back, letting the rest of her sentence die down in her throat.

Once Tomas was satisfied the job was done, he looked back at Rick before walking ahead once more.

Daryl walked toward the handcuffed walker, pulling out the knife and wiping it on the overalls, passing it back to Natalia as the others headed after Tomas.

"Thanks" She muttered. "And for..."

"Let's go." He grumbled, nodding for her to go first.

Rick, Natalia and Daryl stayed behind the others as they walked down the dark hallways.

"You see the look on his face? How he threw Nat?" Daryl asked Rick.

"He makes one move." Rick told the pair.

"Just give me a signal." Daryl finished his sentence.

"I shouldn't of let you stop me earlier, told you I got a knack for this kinda thing." Natalia gritted.

The group made it to the laundromat, inspecting the empty room, just in case anything jumped out at them.

Snarling and banging came from the double doors in the room.

Daryl chucked his ring of keys at Tomas as they neared it.

"I ain't opening that." Tomas said.

"Yes, you are." Rick told him. "If you want this cell block. You're gonna open that door. Just the one, not both of them. Because we need to control this."

With a sigh, Tomas bent down and picked up the ring of keys, looking at the group before stepping towards the door and unlocking it.

"You bitches ready?" He asked, he struggled to open the door. "I got this."

Tomas pulled one more time, opening both doors before jumping back.

"I said one door!" Rick shouted at him.

"Shit happens."

The group fought off the overloading herd of walkers that followed out from the double doors, spreading everyone out.

Natalia pulled her knife out of one head, dropping it to the floor as she watched Tomas purposely try and take Rick out, who had narrowly missed it, causing her to almost forget about the walker that came straight for her.

Natalia dealt with it before running to Ricks side, who was now on the floor from a walker being thrown at him by the Hispanic.

She plunged the knife through its head, letting the man push it off him as she helped him get to his feet.

"T, mind the gap!" Daryl shouted out, also seeing what had just happened.

"Thanks." Rick said to the woman.

"Just paying you back." She said, fighting against another walker that came at her. "Now deal with our other problem."

He nodded at her in agreement, Rick knew what he had to do.

Soon enough, the laundromat was rid of hungry walkers.

Daryl aimed his crossbow at Tomas who shrugged off Ricks heavy stare as he walked towards him.

"It was coming at me, bro." Tomas said.

"Yeah, yeah. I get it." Rick agreed. "I get it. Shit happens."

The laundromat was silent as Rick and Tomas had a stare off.

Until Rick swung his arm back, the one carrying the machete, before bringing it down onto Tomas's head, pushing it down so that he landed on his knees before dropping to the ground.

"No!" Andrew cried out, attempting to hit Rick with his bat. Natalia tugged out her handgun from her waistband, aiming it at him.

"Easy now" Daryl said, moving the aim of his crossbow.

Andrew looked at the pair before turning back to Rick, realising he had no options here. He spun around, running out of the door.

"I got him" Rick told the three as he chased after the prisoner.

Daryl and Natalia pointed their weapons at the other two prisoners, T-Dog quick to copy with his own gun.

"Man, get down on your knees." Daryl ordered.

"We don't have no affiliation to what just happened!" Axel told the three. "Tell him, Oscar!"

"Stop talking, man" Oscar said, his hands up in surrender.

Rick soon enough came back, raising his own gun at the prisoners.

"We didn't have nothing to do with that." Oscar said.

"You didn't know?" Rick asked him. "You knew, let's end this now." Rick moved to point his gun at Axels head.

"Sir, please, listen to me!" Axel cried. "It was them that was bad, it wasn't us."

"Oh, that's convenient."

"You saw what he did to Tiny! He was my friend. Please, we ain't like that. I like my pharmaceuticals, but I'm no killer." Axel pleaded, Natalia scoffed at him. 

"Oscar here, he's a B and E, and he ain't very good at it neither. We ain't the violent guys, they were! Please, I swear to God! I wanna live!"

Rick turned back around and aimed his gun at Oscar.

"What about you?" Rick asked when he still had said nothing.

"I ain't never pleaded for my life. And I aint about to start now. So you do what you gotta do."

Natalia eventually put her gun back on safety, tucking it back in the waistband of her pyjama bottoms.

Rick took this as a sign, lowering his own gun, letting the pair stand up.

Daryl grabbed a hold of Axels overalls pushing him to walk forward to cell block D, using his keys that he picked back up to unlock the door, throwing the man onto the ground.

The Cell block was full of dead prisoners lying on the ground just outside their cells, their hands zip tied behind their backs and blood coming out from their heads, where they had clearly been shot.

"Oh, man." Oscar sighed.

"I knew these guys." Axel whimpered. "These were good men."

Natalia couldn't help the thought that they were in prison not let her fully believe what he said.

"Let's go." Rick told the three.

"So, you're just gonna leave us in here?" Oscar asked him. "Man, this is sick."

"We're locking down this cell block. From now on, this part of the prison is yours, take it or leave it, that was the deal." Rick shrugged.

"You think this is sick? You don't wanna know what's outside." Daryl offered.

"Consider yourselves the lucky ones."

"Sorry about your friends, man."

Natalia followed after Rick and Daryl.

"A word of advice, take those bodies out and burn them." T-Dog finalised before leaving as well.

"What a day" Natalia sighed, stretching her arms up high.

"Yer lucky yer still breathing." Daryl told her.

"Yeah, well, falling on my ass twice and saving a mans life before his horrific death, all without dying, I would say that's pretty lucky."

"Lets just get back and see how Hershel's doing" Rick told them, scratching at his beard.

"Hey, that was pretty badass, what you did with the machete and the dramatic pause, but I still think my idea was way better." Natalia told Rick.

"It wasn't really for a show. Your way was barbaric"

"I know, but it would of been gratifying, would make me feel a damn lot better." She shrugged.

"Hershel stopped breathing" Carls voice could be heard as the group walked into the cell block. "Mom saved him."

"Its true." Glenn clarified.

Natalia slid down the wall facing outside the cell as everyone filled it, Sully jogging to her side as he nudged his head against her chest, making her raise her hands to hold his face, scruffing up his fur as she kissed the top of his head.

"Daddy?" Maggie called to her father, followed by a more excited Beth as the man opened his eyes.

Hershel had made it, and Rick was to thank for that.

The sun was shining as Natalia walked round the field with Sully, throwing around a ball she found for the dog to catch and bring back as Rick, Daryl, Carol and T-Dog brought in the cars.

"Hey, Nat, you helping out today?" Daryl shouted over to the woman, gesturing for her to come over.

"Come on, boy." She called to her dog, walking over.

"It's gonna be a long day." T-Dog told her. "Collecting and burning bodies."

"How exciting, so glad you asked me to help out." Natalia teased.

"Where's Glenn and Maggie? We could use some help." Carol asked.

"On watch, right?" Natalia asked, looking around for the pair.

"Yeah, up in the guard tower." Daryl pointed up at the tower.

"Guard tower, they were up there just last night." Rick reminded.

"Must've been a lot to scope out."

"Glenn! Maggie!" Daryl called up.

The head of Glenn popped up through the window, unlocking the door and walking out as he was in the middle of getting dressed.

"Hey! What's up, guys?" Glenn called down, doing up the button of his jeans.

"You coming?" Daryl asked him.

"What?"

"You coming?" He repeated.

Glenn looked towards Maggie unsure of the question as everyone stifled laughs.

"Come on, we could use a hand."

"Yeah, we'll be right down." Glenn raised a finger as a dishevelled Maggie looked down unapprovingly.

"Least someone's getting some action." Natalia mused.

"Maybe you can try your luck with one of them" T-Dog pointed from behind them, causing the group to turn around.

Axel and Oscar had walked up to their side of the fence, looking down on the others.

"Come with me" Rick muttered, walking towards the fence, the other four on his heels.

Natalia slipped the gun out from behind her belt, holding it tightly just in case.

"That's close enough." Rick told the prisoners. "We had an agreement."

"Please, mister. We know that." Axel pleaded as Maggie and Glenn came out from the red door behind them. "But you gotta understand  we can't live in that place another minute. You follow me? All the bodies, people we knew, blood, brains, everywhere. There's ghosts."

"Why don't you move the bodies out?" Daryl asked.

"You should be burning them" T added.

"We tried. We did."

"The fence is down on the far side of the prison. Every time we drag a body out, those things just line up. Dropping the body and just running back inside." Oscar explained.

"Look, we had nothing to do with Tomas and Andrew. Nothing. You trying to prove a point. You proved it, bro. We'll do whatever it takes to be part of your group. Just please, please... don't make us live in that place."

"You can always leave" Natalia said.

Axel looked at Natalia before back at Rick.

"Our deal is non negotiable." Rick told the two prisoners. You either live in your cell block, or as Nat said, or you can leave."

"I told you this was a waste of time." Oscar told Axel. "They ain't no different than the pricks who shot up our boys. You know how many friends corpses we had to drag out this week? Just threw them out, like. These were good guys. Good guys who had our backs against the really bad dudes in this joint, like Tomas and Andrew. Now we've all made mistakes to get in here, chief. And I'm not gonna pretend to be a saint, but believe me  we've paid our due enough that we would rather hit that road than to go back into that shithole."

Rick turned around, to where Natalia and Daryl were both stood, his eyes asking their thoughts, at first she thought it was just to Daryl until his eyes shifted to hers, each both shook their heads.

"The road it is then." Rick told them.

Daryl escorted the pair into the outer gate where one of the cars still sat whilst Rick deliberated with everyone else.

"Are you serious, you want them living in a cell next to you? They'll just be waiting for a chance to grab our weapons. You want to go back to sleeping with one eye open?" Rick asked T-Dog.

"I never stopped. We let Nat join us, she could of easily done the same thing, now look at her, locking her cell at night so we can't get in."

"Hey, mind your own business, I let you people in, besides, I've never been in prison, from committing a crime!" Natalia defended herself.

"And we're all grateful for that" T-Dog told her. "But what I'm saying is, I think we should bring them into the fold. If we send them off packing, we might as well execute them ourselves."

"If you think they're that incapable on their own, what use are they to us?" She asked him.

"I don't know, Axel seems a little unstable." Glenn joined in.

"After all we've been through? We've fought so hard for all this, what if they decide to take it?" Carol asked.

"It's just been us for so long. They're strangers. I don't... it feels weird all of a sudden to have these other people around." Maggie sighed.

"You brought us in" T-Dog reminded her.

"Yeah, but you turned up with a shot boy in your arms. Didn't give us a choice."

Natalia looked between the group, she had been with them for around two months, she didn't realise how much she actually closed her self off from the group until finding out that Carl had been shot, just now.

"They can't even kill walkers." Glenn brought up.

"They're convicts, bottom line."

"Yeah, both points I've been making, thank you."

"Those two might actually have less blood on their hands then we do, especially Nat." T-dog said, making Natalia scoff as she bit her lip.

"I get guys like this. Hell, I grew up with them. They're degenerates, but they aint psychos. I could have been in there with them just as easy as I'm out here with you guys." Daryl said, seeming to have swayed his vote.

"So are you with me?" T asked him.

"Hell, no. Let 'em take their chances out on the road like we did." He finished with, bringing back Natalia's hope in him.

"What I'm saying, Daryl-"

"When I was a rookie, I arrested this kid. Nineteen years old, wanted for stabbing his girlfriend." Rick started. "The kid blubbered like a baby during the interrogation, during the trial suckered the jury. He was acquitted due to insufficient evidence, and then two weeks later, shot another girl. We've been through too much. Our deal with them stands." Rick finalised, walking away, the rest following except for T-Dog, who eventually came to his senses and caught up.

"Move the cars to the upper yard. Point 'em facing out. They'll be out of the way but ready to go if we ever need to bail." Rick told Glenn, chucking him the keys, who jogged ahead. "We'll give the prisoners a weeks worth of supplies for the road."

"Might not last a week." T-Dog sighed.

"It's their choice." Rick shrugged.

"Did they really have one?"

Natalia ignored the conversation, leaning against the fence, Sully by her side as the vehicles were being moved.

"Twin cylinder. is that a Triumph?" Axel asked Daryl as he hopped on his motorcycle.

"Don't even look at it." He threatened the prisoner, struggling to start it up.

"Don't want it bored out?" Axel tried again at making conversation. "Sounds like it could use a tune up. I'm pretty handy with a wrench." He shouted over the revs of the bike starting. "Heads are leakin', I know my bikes!"

"Man, will you just stop?" Oscar asked the blond, also watching the pair interact. "Have some balls."

"Just sayin'"

Natalia leaned off the fence as Glenn was closing it, walking back up with the others.

Carol was moving the red truck as Daryl, Rick and Natalia climbed through the hole in the fence, planning on heading for the woods, Glenn caught up after giving food to the prisoners.

"Should I take her out?" Glenn asked, pointing to the walker on the other side of the water.

"No." Rick told him. "If that armoury hadn't been picked clean, we could spare the ammo."

"I'll start making runs" Daryl offered. "The sooner the better."

"We'll throw as much wood as we can in the dog run."

"Won't fire attract more walkers? Maybe we should bury them." Glenn suggested.

"You wanna count how many bodies that is we'd have to bury?" Natalia asked him, looking over her shoulder to see that Daryl was still stood at the gate, looking into the woods.

"Besides, we're behind the fence. It's worth the one-time risk to get rid of the bodies for good. I don't want to be planting crops in walker-rotted soil."

"I don't get why I'm out here collecting fire like a lumberjack, I could've helped with the cars" Natalia sighed as they began making piles.

"Can you even drive?" Glenn asked her.

"Yes, are you old enough?"

"I'm 22."

"I'm 26."

"Liar. There's no way you were walking and talking by the time I was even born." Glenn rejected.

"Believe it, kiddo."

"We've never seen you drive, we've seen them." Rick said. "When was the last time you drove a car?"

"Uhm, probably nearly three years ago?”

"Why so long?" Glenn asked, surprised by her answer.

"That's a personal question." Natalia said. "But I still know how to, besides, I didn't need to, my boyfriend did, but he's dead, so it's up to me again."

"Oh, uh, well I think this is enough firewood, so we should head back." Rick cleared his throat.

The four of them walked back towards the fence, only three of them carrying firewood as Daryl carried his crossbow, helpful.

"Looky here" Daryl said, holding the fence open for the others to get through.

Natalia was the last to climb out, chucking the logs of wood into the pile the other two placed theirs as they all watched Hershel, on crutches, walk around the courtyard.

"He is one tough son of a bitch" Glenn grinned. "Alright Hershel!"

"Shh! Keep your cheers down" Daryl muttered to Glenn, gesturing to the walkers roaming around outside the fences.

"Oh, man, can't we just have one good day?" The Korean sighed.

"Don't go jinxing it." Natalia told him.

The four smiled at the others, happy for Hershel's achievement, until Natalia noticed something behind Carl.

"Shit!" She cursed, instantly reaching for her knifes.

"Walkers!" Carl screamed, turning around. "Look out!"

"No!" Rick shouted, sprinting down the fences, Daryl following and Natalia right in front, Glenn skidded back to tie the fence back up in order to not get outsiders coming in either.

"Get out of there! Now!"

Natalia reached the gate first.

"Keys! I need the keys!" She screamed out.

Glenn chucked the keys to Daryl, who threw them to Rick who then tossed them to Natalia, who unlocked the gate, throwing it open so the others could get through.

"Move!" She shouted at the two prisoners, running for the other gate to unlock it.

"Come on! Come on!" Daryl shouted.

"I'm trying! It's stuck!"

"Out my way" Rick moved in front of Natalia, trying his luck.

"Got it" He eventually said, throwing the gate open.

"Hey, bro, what about us?" Axel cried out as the four ran up to the prison.

He was ignored.

Rick and Natalia shot walkers, landing headshots, Daryl took a few out with his crossbow, whilst Glenn opted for his machete.

"What the hell happened?" Rick shouted at Beth and Hershel, who were safe in a cage, Natalia could thank the lords above that they had brought Sully with them.

"The gate was open!" Beth answered him.

"Where's Lori, Carl... everyone else?"

"Maggie led Lori and Carl into C block." Hershel replied.

"And T was bit." Beth added.

"Anyone else?"

"I couldn't tell."

"Stay put." Rick instructed, turning around to take out another walker.

"Those chains didn't break on their own." Glenn reported back, once they had got all the walkers in the courtyard. "Someone took an axe or cutters to 'em."

Daryl, Rick and Natalia turned around to find Axel and Oscar walking up.

"How convenient they show up now." Natalia commented, aiming her gun at them.

"You think they did it?" Glenn asked.

"Who else?" Rick said.

Just then, an alarm blared around the prison.

"What's that? Oh, you gotta be kidding me!"

Glenn, Natalia and Rick shot at the speakers, but not ceasing the alarms.

"Kill it!" Hershel shouted.

"How the hell can this be happening?" Rick asked the prisoners, pointing his gun in their faces.

"Woah! Woah! Woah! It must be the back up generators." Oscar said.

"Well how do you turn those on?"

"There's three that's connected to a diesel tank, okay? Each one controls a certain part of the prison. The hacks shut 'em all off when the prison was overrun."

"Can someone open up the gates electronically with full power?" Rick pointed at the main gates.

"I only worked in there a few days. I... I guess it might be possible."

"Come with us!" Rick grabbed Oscar by the overalls, running to the cell blocks.

Once they got to it, there were a few bodies on the ground, but Carl, Maggie and Lori were nowhere in sight.

"We just took out five of 'em in there." Daryl said, grabbing one of his arrows.

"There were four in here but no sign of Lori or any of them." Rick reported back.

"Must've been pushed back into the prison."

"Somebody is playing games!" Rick exclaimed. "We'll split up and look for the others."

"We need to shut this alarm off" Natalia said.

"We will, whoever gets to the generators first, shut them down! Lets go!"

They ran back out the cell block, the prisoners accompanying  them.

Glenn and Axel ran off, but before anyone else could they got chased towards the generator room by a large group, forcing them through.

Daryl and Oscar kept the doors closed as Rick and Natalia looked around, guns held high.

"How do you shut these down?" Rick shouted, looking at the machinery.

"Go, help him, Nat, c'mere, switch" Daryl ordered.

Natalia helped hold the door closed as Oscar went to turn off the machines.

"Did you see how many was out there?" She asked, gritting her teeth.

"Was too busy running!" Daryl responded.

"We could take them."

"No!"

A loud cry sounded from the other side, before metal hitting metal.

"What's going on?"

"It's Andrew, he's alive!" She told them as they both struggled with the door, her being able to see slightly better than him.

"Alright, one... two  three!" The two stepped away from the door, Natalia readying her knife whilst Daryl reached for his crossbow.

The door flew open, Walkers entering as the pair took them out.

"Shoot him! We can take back this prison!" The voice of Andrew shouted. "What you waiting for? Do it! It's our house, shoot him!"

No one else said anything as a gunshot went off.

Daryl closed the door back up, both looking at each other before moving to see what had just happened. 

Oscar was holding Ricks gun, pointed straight ahead. then he spun it, handing it back to the man, Andrews dead body on the floor.

Rick took his gun back, holding it as he moved back towards the machines, turning dials and soon enough the alarms stopped.

"Let's go" Rick told them.

They walked down the dark hallways, only finding a few lone walkers, that Natalia was quick to take out, the others holding flashlights. Soon enough, they met back up with Glenn and Axel.

The six halted behind a corner, running past it quickly to be met with two walkers eating an corpse.

Rick took them both out, the bodies dropping, revealed what was left of T-Dog.

He was dead.

Glenn paced back. Natalia covered her mouth, not knowing what to do with herself.

Daryl bent down, picking up a red cloth, Carols headscarf.

Next.

[redribution]

"It isn't easy being this generous."

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“that’s what you call generous? you just broke that guy’s whole face. yeah, sure, he was definitely a pig, but sheesh... remind me not to flirt with you. ever.”

[5-seconds-of-bucky]

The Dock

A/N: So I’m writing for Bucky now...☺️ I wrote this for @wkemeup’s 9k writing challenge but also not? I’ve had the idea in my head for a while now so I thought I’d participate! I included the prompt, but it’s not so much the plot of the story so much as just part of it. Anyways, happy reading!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Avenger!Reader

Summary: After a long time of mutual pinning, a night on the dock helps you and Bucky finally confess your feelings for each other

Word count: 4.5k+

Warnings: Swearing, reader gets catcalled, violence, excessive usage of the middle finger

Prompt: Character A is the target of harassment on the street. Shamed, they pretend it doesn’t bother them. Until it happens in the presence of Character B, who reigns hell on whoever dared to upset [A]

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You awoke to your head bobbing on the car window and the sound of crunching gravel as the car pulled into the driveway of Tony’s lake house. Your neck ached from leaning over in a strange position for so long and you groaned as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

Bucky grinned from the seat beside you. “Sleep well?” he asked, nudging your calf with his foot. “You got a little drool there.”

“Oh, shut up.” You stuck your middle finger up in his direction. “I slept very well, actually. Thank you for asking.”

“I can tell.” You lifted up your other hand to flip him off again, causing him to chuckle. “Ooh, two middle fingers. I’m really scared now.”

The two of you were too busy teasing each other to realize that the car had stopped and Sam and Natasha had already gotten out of it. A knock on the window your head was resting on made you turn around, seeing Sam’s face a little too close for your liking.

“Are you two gonna stop flirting and help us with the bags or should I let you bake in the car?” he asked. With a roll of your eyes, you opened the car door, making sure to bump Sam in the process. Bucky felt heat rise to his cheeks, glad that you weren’t looking over towards him to see it. “I’m taking this silence to mean that you do want to roast in the car.”

“Sam, would you shut up?” you laughed, casually sticking a middle finger up behind your back as you walked past him to the trunk.

“You and these middle fingers today,” Sam muttered.

“I have another one if you’d like to see it.” You grabbed your backpack and slung it over your shoulder.

“I’m good.” He picked up his bag from the ground before heading towards the house, which the rest of the team was already situated in. You went to grab your suitcase but Bucky swatted your hand away, grabbing it himself and closing the trunk.

“I got it,” he insisted like the true gentleman he was. As much as you wanted to argue, you knew it wouldn’t get you anywhere.

“Why thank you, good sir.” You bumped his shoulder with your own and walked ahead, jumping up the three steps to the porch and opening the door.

“All in a day’s work.” He lifted the suitcases up the steps with ease and slipped past you to get inside. The feeling of air conditioning inside the cabin was a major relief from the heat outside.

“Glad to see the lovebirds finally showed up,” Tony said once you and Bucky were completely inside the cabin.

“You better watch out, Tony. Y/N’s got middle fingers for days over there.”

“Shut up, Sam!”

A chorus of laughter rang out throughout the cabin and you made sure to shoulder check Sam as you passed him to get to the kitchen.  

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“Okay, I have the perfect plan to get you and Barnes together this weekend,’ Natasha said as she pulled out clothes from her suitcase. You two were sharing a room for the week and you weren’t sure if it was a good thing or not. You loved Nat to death but lately she had been trying especially hard to get you to make a move on Bucky and it was only slightly annoying.

“The perfect plan, huh? Even more perfect than the last perfect plan?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I forgot to account for the fact you both have a tendency to wake up at ungodly hours in the morning last time. I promise it’s foolproof this time.”

“Well then, let’s hear it.”

“Alright. Before you got in here--you know, when you were busy flirting with Bucky.” She winked, to which you rolled your eyes. “Well Tony was talking about taking the boat out and going tubing. So what we have to do is get you and Bucky to go on the tube together. Tony’s a crazy driver so you’ll get thrown off pretty fast. Bucky will get so worried he’ll just have to confess his love to you.”

“Two issues.” You pointed a finger at her. “One, how am I going to get Bucky on a tube? It will be hard enough to get him on the boat alone. Two,” You held up another finger. “why would he confess his love at that very moment? That’s insane.”

“One,” She grabbed one of your fingers and put it down. “he’s whipped for you. I guarantee that if you ask, he’ll do it without a second thought.”

“Sure he would,” you scoffed.

“Uh, I know he would.” She gave you a knowing smirk. “Two, he gets worried about you all the time and I’ve seen him get close to confessing every time. We just gotta push him over the edge.”

“Bucky getting protective is just him being my best friend. He used to be just like that with Steve too.” You put your arm down, shuffling over to your own bed to take some clothes out of the blue suitcase on top of it.

“No, it’s definitely more than best friend love.” She moved to sit down on your bed.

“Either way, it usually ends in some kind of fight and I’d like to avoid that this weekend.”

“Who’s he gonna fight? Tony?”

“I mean, you never know.” It wouldn’t be the first time.  

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“I can’t wait to get back and shove these things in my mouth,” you said with a grin as you exited the bakery behind Bucky, a bag of donut holes in your hand.

“Gee, really? It’s almost like you haven’t been talking about it for the past three days,” Bucky chuckled, reaching for the bag.

You pulled the bag away from him with a fake scoff. “Oh, I don’t think so, mister. We have to wait until we get back. The anticipation makes them taste better.”

“You’re insufferable.” He elbowed your side and you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Damn, you looking fine over there, mama!”

You took in a sharp breath. It wasn’t all that uncommon for you to get cat called while out and about. You were in New York City, for fucks sake. That didn’t mean that it made you feel any less uncomfortable, though.  

As much as it stung, you didn’t want to start anything. You stared straight ahead and prayed Bucky didn’t hear it. Much to your dismay though, he stiffened next to you, subtly glancing back to see who was talking to you in such a vulgar way. Damn that supersoldier enhanced hearing.

“Hey, sweetcheeks!” You felt a tug on your shoulder. “Didn’t you hear me?”

You huffed, shaking the harsh grip off your shoulder and picking up the pace. You expected Bucky to keep going with you so you continued walking, frowning when you noticed he wasn’t beside you anymore.

“Listen here, you little shit,” Bucky seethed, stepping in front of the man and blocking you from his sight. “She obviously doesn’t want to talk to you. Leave her, and every other woman you ever lay your beady little eyes on, alone.”

“And what’re you gonna do about it?” the man smirked. “She need her boyfriend to defend her?”

Bucky stepped closer, crossing his arms and giving the famous ‘Bucky stare.’ “Doesn’t matter who I am. You better back the fuck away before I make you life hell.”

A few onlookers started lingering around, some with their phones out and recording the scene, almost as if they wanted to see a fight break out between the two men. ‘Winter Soldier vs Everyday Pedestrian  was sure to be trending somewhere soon enough.

“Buck,” you said quietly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder and ignoring the obvious stares you were receiving, most notably from the man whose face Bucky was ready to punch in. “Let’s just go.”

You could see the gears turning in his head, trying to decide if he should let it go or punch the living daylights out of the guy. He let out a soft sigh after a moment, relaxing into your grip. With one last look at the man, he turned around and placed his hand on the small of your back, gently pushing you forward.

“Aye, it’s all good. I’m sure I’ll see that tight ass ‘round here soon anyways.”

That was the last straw for Bucky. He growled with a ferocity you hadn’t heard before and whipped around, not even hesitating to use his metal arm to punch the guy. The crowd gasped, more bringing their phones out to capture what was sure to be a great fight.

“What the fuck was-” Bucky grabbed him by his collar, pushing him up again the exposed brick of a restaurant.

“There’s plenty more where that came from and, judging by the way you’re looking at me, I bet you don’t want to see it. So do the rest of humanity a favor and fuck off.” He let go of the man’s collar and stepped back, unclenching his fist and pivoting back towards you. “Come on, doll.”

You shook the shock off your face and fell into step next to him. His arm warped around you, pulling you into his side. You could feel the fumes radiating off of him as you walked back to the tower, choosing to stay quiet as you let him cool off.

You paused once you reached the entrance of the tower. Tony probably already knew about what happened and he sure wasn’t going to be happy about it. Bucky’s media presence hadn’t necessarily been bad lately, but it wasn’t perfect either. The public was still wary. To many, the Bucky Barnes and the Winter Soldier were still the same person.  

Things definitely felt off when you entered. You got the side eye from a few people in the elevator and you weren’t sure if it was because of the fight fiasco or because of how tightly Bucky was holding you to his side.

“Want to eat these in my room?” you asked once you stepped off the elevator.

“Sounds good.” His voice was distant as his eyes searched the room.

“Mr. Barnes,” FRIDAY’s voice startled the two of you, making you drop the donut holes. “Mr. Stark has requested to see you in his office.”

Bucky sighed. “I’ll be there in a few.” He picked up the bag and handed it back to you. “Apparently, I have business to attend to.”

You simply nodded. He went in the other direction towards Tony’s office pausing at the door before knocking. You sent him a thumbs up before he went in, but he didn’t look back at you to see it. You retreated to your room, placing your wallet on the dresser and popping a donut hole in your mouth.

“Maybe I should get a plate,” you wondered aloud. You needed to grab your water bottle anyways. Might as well make the trip. You put the donut holes on your bed and started making your way to the kitchen.

“She’s perfectly capable of handling herself, you know.” You couldn’t help but stop as you heard Tony’s voice through the door of his office.

“But she shouldn’t have to.” Bucky sounded stressed and you could only imagine the hell Tony was reigning on him. “Her ignoring him wasn’t going to do anything. I didn’t want to beat the guy up but he was harassing her and it needed to stop.”

“And this doesn’t have anything to do with any particular feelings you have for her, right?” The sarcasm was heavy in his voice.

“Tony-”

“I don’t want to hear it, Barnes. You know how the public sees you. I don’t know how we’re going to fix this.”

“That guy harassed her! I couldn’t stand there and just let it happen!” God, you wanted to give him a hug so bad right now.

“I don’t care what it was, Bucky. Having heart eyes for Y/N doesn’t mean-” You took that as your cue to leave. You grabbed a plate and two water bottles from the kitchen and made sure to take the long way around to your room in order to avoid whatever was going on between the two of them.

Bucky showed up a half hour later, plopping down next to you on your bed with a little more space than usual.

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“I’m just saying, it could work.” Nat got off your bed. “The cookout’s starting soon. Put on something cute.” She was gone before you could respond, leaving you to look for an outfit that would, as Nat liked to say, “knock Bucky off his ass.”

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“Ooh, Y/N, looking to impress someone?” Sam called out as you walked out into the backyard. It seemed that most everyone else was already out there, helping make dinner or sitting on the dock.

You stuck up your middle finger in reply, knowing exactly what he was trying to do.

“Oh stop it, Sam,” Wanda said as she walked towards you. “You look amazing!”

“Aww, thank you! You look absolutely stunning yourself.” Wanda reached out her hand and nodded towards the dock, urging you to come with her and join the group. You grabbed it and let her drag you down there, giving a small wave to Bucky as you passed him near the grill.

Bucky waved back, a grin spanning the expanse of his face at the sight of you. He kept his gaze on you as you made your way down to the dock, not even realizing just how intently he was staring.

“Someone’s staring at you,” Nat said with a suggestive smirk once you were close enough to the dock.

“He has a starting problem. We all know that,” you argued, sitting down across from her.

“I don’t know. He looks like he wants nothing more than to-”

“Nat, I love you, but please shut up.” She raised her hands up in the defense and Wanda giggled.

“I’m just saying.”

“You okay over there?” Steve shifted his focus from the burgers to his 100-year-old friend for a second, of course noticing the sudden silence that ensued the second you entered Bucky’s line of vision. “Buck?”

“Huh?” Bucky’s head turned sharply in Steve’s direction.

“You alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.” A shy smile.

“Are you going to ask her out soon?” He flipped some burgers over and pulled the lid of the grill closed.

“I’m getting to it, yeesh,” Bucky chuckled.

“That’s what you’ve been saying since forever.”

“And it’s what I’ll keep saying every time you pester me about it.”

“Well if you don’t make a move soon, maybe I’ll swoop in-”

“Nope! You will not do that.” He nudged Steve in the shoulder and started making his way to the dock. “You absolutely will not do that.”

Soon. He was going to do it soon.

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“Who’s next?” Tony called from the driver’s seat of the boat. You handed Sam a towel as he got back on the boat, drenched from flying off the tube a second earlier.

“You should go with Bucky.” Wanda nudged you with a teasing smile. You glanced over to the man in question, seeing him sitting next to Steve. He wore a t-shirt and swim shorts with a pair of sunglasses perched on his nose, and he looked damn good.

“I’ll go,” you announced, standing up and taking your t-shirt off, leaving you in your favorite swimsuit and a pair of shorts. You handed Wanda the shirt so it wouldn’t get wet. “Anyone wanna go with me?” Wanda jabbed your leg and gave you a playful glare.

“Go with her,” Steve muttered to Bucky, bumping his shoulder with his own.

“I don’t know, Steve.” Bucky sighed. Steve rolled his eyes, knowing that his best friend just needed a little push. 

“Bucky will go with you,” Steve said a bit louder than necessary. Bucky groaned quietly at his friend, taking off his sunglasses and putting them in his seat. He made sure to give Steve a certain look before making his way towards the back of the boat. You both grabbed your life jackets and started securing them as Sam moved out of your way.

“Cyborg!” Tony called out. “You going to take your shirt off?”

You felt Nat snort as she helped you off of the back of the boat and onto the tube. “Yeah, Bucky. Why don’t you show off your muscles for your girlfriend here.”

“Nat!” You paused for a second to look back at her with fake betrayal.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” He snapped the last clasp on the life vest and checked to make sure you were all the way on the tube so he could start getting on.

“Oh, come on, Buckaroo!” Sam laughed. He started a chant of “take it off” with the rest of the team (even you, though you’d never admit it).

“Fine,” Bucky grumbled, hastily taking off the life jacket and shirt. He threw the shirt to the middle of the boat and resecured the lifevest, ignoring Nat’s hand offered out for help as he climbed on the tube. His famous Bucky glare melted off his face the second he saw your bright smile and he found himself smiling too.

“I don’t know how well this is going to go but it’s gonna be fun,” you said as he grabbed onto the handles.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Tony’s a crazy driver and we’ve never been able to get you on a tube before. I’m betting you’ll fly off in the first three minutes.”

The tube jerked forwards before Bucky could say anything else. You started picking up speed quickly and soon enough, Bucky was holding the handles with a death grip. You ended up being right and about two minutes in, you hit a wave that threw him off.

“Are you okay?” you asked in between laughs as he struggled to get back on.

“Yeah,” he muttered, a hint of annoyance on his face. You threw a thumbs up to Tony, who nodded and started moving again. “It’s like he’s trying to throw us off.”

“Well half the fun is falling off.”

“You people have strange ways of entertaining yourselves on Sunday afternoons.”

“What would you suggest we rather do then?”

“I don’t know. Something that doesn’t involve giving myself whiplash for ‘fun.’”

“You’re such an old man.” You let go of a handle to smack his arm. Of course, at that exact moment, you hit a wave strong enough to throw both of you off. You shrieked as you flew off of the tube before smacking the water. Whether it was the lack of paying attention or a scheme by Nat and Steve, the boat kept going, leaving the two of you floating in the middle of the lake by yourselves.

“Where are they going?” You furrowed your eyebrows, though a grin was still evident on your face.

“Are you okay?” Bucky ignored your question as he swam over to you, worriedly grabbing your face and checking for injury.

“Buck, I’m fine,” you said, though you didn’t do anything to stop his injury check. He sighed and looked towards the direction the boat went. It seemed that they were already long gone.

“That shriek had me worried there for a second, doll.” His hands dropped from your cheeks and you found yourself missing his touch.

“No need to worry. I’m all good over here.”

“Good.”

A lull of conversation fell over the two of you as you treaded water. You slowly moved closer, noses almost touching when Bucky glanced down to your lips. You nodded. I want this too.

His lips brushed over yours: eyes closed and hands dipping under the water to grab your waist.

“There you are!” you heard Sam’s voice shout. You quickly separated, looking awkwardly down at the water as you tried to focus on anything but each other. “Thought we lost you. Didn’t interrupt anything, I hope.” He smirked at Bucky.

This time, it was Bucky flipping him off.

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You tried to be quiet as possible as you tiptoed through the hallway, hoping that you wouldn’t step on any particularly squeaky floorboards in the dark. You started opening drawers once you made it to the kitchen in search of a flashlight. Did Tony even own basic technology like that?

“What are you doing, doll?” A soft voice broke you from your thoughts. A pair of blue eyes stared back at you.

“Did I wake you up?”

“No.” He shook his head.

“Oh, okay.”

“You look like a deer in headlights.” His lips turned into an almost smile. “Are you running away?”

“Just down to the dock. Need to clear my mind.” Nightmares.

He nodded. An unspoken understanding. Maybe that’s what made you such great friends.

“Mind if I join?”

“Sure.” You finally found a flashlight and grabbed it, sliding the drawer shut with your hip. You slid the glass door to the porch open, leaving Bucky to follow you out.  

Warmth surrounded you as you made your way to the dock. The humidity was atrocious during the day but at night, it was somehow comforting. The buzzing of bugs in the surrounding woods brought you a level of peace that the hum of air conditioning inside couldn’t. You sat down at the edge of the dock, dipping your toes in the cool lakewater.

Bucky sat down next to you a moment later. Your silence contrasted with that of the busy summer night, but it was comfortable. Nothing needed to be said; the presence of each other was more than enough.

“You know,” he started, his gaze not leaving the shoreline across the way. “I’m here if you ever want to talk about it.”

You glanced over to him for a second, taking subtle notice of his features when his guard was down. The dark circles under his eyes mirrored yours, yet he looked relaxed.

“And what if I don’t?” The slight stain of your voice didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“I’m not going anywhere.” His head turned to meet you eyes. The soft upturn of your lips and content sigh told him that was the right answer. Your hand inched closer to his, your pinkies brushing on the splintered wood of the dock.

“How do you always know what to say?” Your gaze followed his across the lake, catching sight of a few deer grazing on the grass at the edge of the woods.

“I guess being alive for 106 years has to give me some kind of wisdom, right?”

You snorted, breaking the quiet atmosphere the two of you had created for the first time that night.

“I dunno. You’re still kind of a dumbass.”

“And you're still kind of a smartass, so where does that get us?” A grin spread across his face and there was no sight you loved more.

“God, I love seeing you smile.” A blush coated his cheeks at your words and he prayed you couldn’t see it in the dark of the night.

Your hands inched closer for a second time that night. A metal hand reached across to grab yours, his other arm going around your waist to pull you closer. Your head rested beneath his chin as he rubbed circles into your side.

“Thank you,” you mumbled after a few minutes of quiet.

“For what?”

“Your face.”

His chest rumbled with laughter and he squeezed you just the slightest bit tighter. “Glad I could be of service, doll.”

“Seriously, though . . .Thank you for being around. I know we joke around a lot but it really means a lot that you’re willing to sit out here with me.”

“I mean, technically, it was more of me inviting myself than putting myself through the torture of sitting here with you.”

You pulled away from his chest, shifting yourself so you could look at him better. “For real, Buck.” You put your hands on his cheeks. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Just do it, Bucky. Now’s the time.

He let out a breath as he smiled, looking anywhere but in your eyes as he contemplated what to do next. The hand not holding your waist came to brush back a piece of hair that had fallen in your face.

“Can I kiss you?”

You looked shocked for a moment, leaving him to wonder if he’d been reading it wrong all along. “Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry! I thought that-”

You cut him off, pressing your lips against his. Your hands moved to wrap around his neck as his grabbed your hips. It was everything you needed and yet it still wasn’t enough.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this to happen,” you breathed once you pulled away. This grin on your face mirrored his as he pressed his forehead against yours, wanting to keep you as close as possible.

“Actually . . . I think I might.” He dipped back in for another kiss, this one a bit softer than the first, but just as passionate.

A sudden breeze swept through the night and you shivered. It would have been a relief from the heat if you weren’t already having chills due to the man in front of you.

“Let’s get you back inside, doll.”

You were reluctant to let go of him. The moment you’d been waiting for for so long finally happened and you felt yourself scared to be too far from him.

You shifted your weight back so he could get up, not realizing just how close to the edge of the dock you were. Bucky let go of your hips before you could warm him and you felt yourself falling backwards in slow motion. A small yelp left your lips and Bucky’s attempt to save you was futile as your hands slipped through his.

“Cold, cold, cold!” you chanted once you surfaced, barely hearing yourself over how loud Bucky was laughing.

“Are you okay?” he choked out in between his laughter, kneeling at the edge of the dock and holding his hand out towards you. You grabbed his hand with a glare.

“I have half a mind to yank you in here with me.” His eyes widened at your words.

“Don’t you dare!” You tugged his arm lightly, just enough to get his face closer to yours.

“I guess I can spare you. Just this one time.” You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling yourself up onto the dock. “But I think I deserve a hug for my troubles.”

“Can’t deny my girlfriend that, now can I?” He pulled you into a hug, cradling your head on his chest and pressing his lips to your hairline.

“I’m your girlfriend, huh? Damn, we’re moving fast! Do you have the wedding planned already?”

“Oh please. I think we all know we’ve basically been dating for a while now.”

“Perhaps.” The two of you stayed in that position for a moment longer before another breeze came.  “Should we go in now that we’re both wet and cold?”

“That sounds like a fantastic idea, doll.” Keeping an arm around each other, you slowly made your way back to the cabin, already making plans for a proper date once the trip was over.

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“And the interesting thing about that, mind I add…” the words of your professor falling short because you can’t shake the feeling of his eyes looking at you.

You kept your head low fighting the urge within you not to look back. A couple nights ago you landed yourself in the bed of the infamous frat president Steve Rogers and to make matters worse, you both major in American Studies meaning you share all of your classes.

You didn’t have much experience with guys in high school so it wasn’t surprising when you had the same experience in college. What was surprising was the fact you spent a night in the arms of one of the most handsome men you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Steve Rogers was a huge catch. Teachers loved him, girls chased him,and guys wanted to be him.

You remember that night so vividly.

The way his hands fit so perfectly on your hips. The way his lips felt so hot against your own burning skin; and moved perfectly against yours. The things he whispered in your ear. They way he held you close when you fell asleep in his arms. The way you hated yourself the next morning when you snuck out. The way your tummy flutters simply because he’s looking at you right now.

You breathed out shakily before turning your head to find his eyes with yours; he looked away the moment you did shyly, very unlike him. Fuck he was gonna be the death of you.

“And that should be the end of the lecture. I’m gonna go ahead let you guys go a little early. Have a good weekend everyone and make sure to check your emails,” the professor gathered his things and left.

You packed your things quickly trying your best to avoid his gaze that you knew was still on you. Steve packed quickly too before walking hot on your tail, just about to call your name until…

“Hey, Y/n,” Bucky called out.

“Oh, hey Buck.”

“It’s the weekend and as usual the guys and I want to party tonight. But the dean said one more noise complaint about our house and we get on academic probation so we’re asking a couple of people who might wanna come to the club with us.”

Behind Bucky you could see Steve walking towards you two and your stomach sank. Bucky and Steve were best friends and you don’t know if Steve told him that you guys slept together last weekend. What if something happens again tonight if you say yes. Why are you even thinking that something could happen again? Steve Rogers is way out of your league it was a miracle that you landed a chance to be his bed warmer in the first place.

“I’ll see you for lunch, man,” Steve said to Bucky patting his best friend's shoulders. His eyes lingering with yours until you had to pull away.

“I don’t think I should,” you told him, walking towards the door.

“Come on, Nat told me you're quite the party animal and you left early last week I didn’t get to see you in action,” Bucky chuckled, walking with you. You didn’t leave early…

“Buck,” you looked at him.

“Please?” he asked. You exhaled sharply rolling your eyes before walking away to your next class.

“Is that a yes?” he shouted, making you turn around with a cheeky grin. You got to your next class and noticed Steve sitting in a new seat today, particularly the one next to the seat you usually sit in. None of his housemates or regular friends took this specific lecture so he usually sat in the very back corner alone. But today here he is.

His head snapped up when you entered the room. You hesitantly sat down next to him still avoiding his eyes. You set up your laptop on the small table as did Steve; both your eyes glancing at each other quite awkwardly until Steve finally interrupts the silence.

“You coming tonight?” he whispered.

“What’s in it for me if I do?” you said playfully.

“A repeat of the best night you’ve ever had,” he said cheekily.

“Oh, really,” you chuckled sarcastically as he nodded with an overly proud smirk.

“Probably not,” you answer his question.

“Seriously? Why not? I can pick you up,” he said.

“Steve,” you warned.

“What? Afraid you won’t be able to resist me?”

“You’re so full of it,” you said, making you both laugh.

“You were full of my dick last week,” he whispered.

“Steve!” you punched his side making him laugh hard enough for other students to take notice of your ruckus.

“Welcome class, we’ll begin the lecture in one minute. I’m just gonna pull it up on the projector,” the professor said rushing in.

“Please come tonight,” he whispered.

“Why are you obsessed with me?” you joked.

“Fuck off,” he chuckled.

“If I say ok, will you shut up for the rest of the lecture?”

“Maybe,” he grinned.

“Then maybe I’ll come,” you smirked.

Throughout the lecture Steve paid absolutely no attention whatsoever. Steve had been thinking about that night just as much as you had. The way your neck craned to the side a bit, reminding him of when he littered marks and bruises all over last week. The way you subtly bit your lip in concentration but all that clouded his mind was lust remembering how you looked so pretty from above when he was settled between your legs.

He wanted you again so badly. He wasn't going to lie, it sort of hurt him when he woke up and you weren't there. He thought maybe there was something between you two, god knows the tension was overwhelming that night. You weren't the most frisky woman he'd been with but you were sweet; slight innocence with your intimacy. He craved you.

Steve leaned towards you, his fingers twiddling with yours. You tried your best to ignore his advances despite how much you equally craved him. He ran his nose along your cheek and jaw and your breathing quickened inhumanly.

"What are you doing?" you whispered.

"Nothing, just relax," he responded. As much as he wanted to drag you out of class and fuck you so good, he knew you'd rip him a new one if he did. No matter how he'd make you feel.

"No, we're in the middle of a lecture," you argued.

"I'm not doing anything," he said humorously, you were not humored though.

"Steve," you scolded when he pressed a faint kiss under your ear.

You knew a guy like Steve was horny practically twenty-four seven, but you didn't take him to be quite clingy. Especially with someone like you. His arm wrapped under yours. His other resting on your thigh. His head tucked in the crook of your neck. It wasn't particularly sexual, but it was intimate. Something normal to couples, and you two were not a couple.

"Please come tonight," he whispered, “If not I’ll come over.”

"Ugh fine," you grunted, your voice breaking into a giggle because you did somewhat enjoy this unfamiliar attention.

Steve continued to sit next to you during the rest of your classes for the day absent mindedly teasing you, playing with your fingers, twirling your hair between his fingers, leaning his head on your shoulder while he held your hand. Like geez, take a girl out already.

By the time you got back to your shared apartment with two of your closest friends you felt conflicted. Why the sudden shift in Steve? You two weren't exactly best friends before, just two people who shared classes and accidentally slept with each during a drunken night at a frat party.

"Hey, everything ok?" Wanda asked you noticing your inner battle.

"Uh, yeah. Kinda. No," you said defeatedly making the girls chuckle.

"What happened?" Nat asked.

"That guy, that I… you know."

"Fucked?"

"Nat!" you said embarrassed.

"Go on," Wanda encouraged.

"Well, I never told you guys but the guy was Steve," you said shyly.

"What!" the girls exclaimed simultaneously.

"You're lying," Nat laughed.

"You really went from zero to a hundred," Wanda giggled.

"Guys stop," you whined.

"All day today, he's been like super clingy. Holding my hand and pretending he's like my boyfriend."

"Wait, I thought you liked him?" Nat asked, confused.

"I mean I do, but it's sudden and I'm pretty sure it's only because he wants to get in my pants again, you know?" you rationed.

"Awe, I don't think that's true. I've known Steve for a bit and yeah he sleeps around sometimes but he's not a giant dick. Doing that would be way too shallow, especially for Steve," Nat said.

“Yeah but don’t you think it’s weird?” you asked.

“Look did Bucky ask you about tonight?” Nat asked.

“Yeah, he did- how do you know that?” you asked, confused.

“Oh- Uh,” Nat paused.

“She asked Buck to invite you,” Wanda snickered.

“Why?” you asked.

“Well, you never go out with us and the last time you did we thought you just went home but apparently you were getting laid,” Nat cackled.

“Oh my- shut up,” you huffed before storming off to your room.

“Wait! Can you at least come with us tonight?” Wanda followed you.

“No,” you giggled.

“Please!” both girls said at the same time. As you closed your door with a grin on your face not responding.

Hours later you laid on your bed lowly listening to the soft rumbling chaos from your comedic roommates. You stayed in your not so sexy undergarments and not so sexy sweatpants along with a hoodie you stole from your brother before you moved.

You ate the junk you’ve stocked up on the past few weeks feeling a bit glum. It’s not that you didn’t necessarily want to go, you would love to spend another night in that gorgeous man’s arms but there’s absolutely no way Steve is gonna want you the way you’d like him too. Not sober.

There was a subtle knock on your door and you called out knowing the girls were probably ready to leave.

"How do we look?" Nat asked, walking into your room with Wanda.

"Wow, you guys look hot," you said sitting up.

"You think Vis would like this or is it too much?" Wanda asked sheepishly, she's had a crush on the foreign exchange student Vis for the longest time and had yet to make a move.

"I think someone's gonna have a lucky night," you wiggled your brows suggestively, making her roll her eyes and blush.

"What about you, still chasing Bryce?" you turned to Nat looked extra sexy tonight.

"His name is Bruce," she rolled her eyes.

"And yes, I am," she chuckled.

"You're so weird," you giggled, Bruce didn't seem to particularly be Nat's type but hey, no judgement.

"I heard he's got like a monster cock," you said.

"Shut up," she pushed you playfully.

“It’s always the nerds,” Wanda giggled.

"Anyways, are you sure you don't want to come?" Wanda asked sincerely.

"I'm sure," you smiled.

"Steve's gonna miss you," Nat teased.

"Yeah, I doubt that."

"Well, stay safe, cutie," the girls waved heading to the Uber that waited outside for them.

"You too!"

You sighed before grabbing more snacks to stuff your face with. A couple hours went by of sitting around watching nonsense on TV for a bit. You ate dinner that was far from fine dining but it was available before slouching on your bed until the late hours of the night.

You were practically falling asleep, tired and dry eyes glued to the screen of your small TV when you got a knock at the front door. You check the clock by your bed wondering if maybe either of the girls left their keys, but it wasn’t even midnight yet.

You clutched your phone walking hastily to the front door as quietly as possible creeping up to the peehole to see who would be your unexpected guest.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you swung the door open.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Steve retorted.

“My jamas,” you rolled eyes stepping to side to let him in.

“Seriously what are you doing here?”

“I told you earlier, you didn’t come tonight so I came to you,” he said, taking his jacket off.

“Seriously?” you tried not to smile, but the action gave you butterflies.

“You promised to come. I missed you,” he said walking up to you.

“You’re so full of shit,” you giggled, staring at his devilishly handsome grin.

“Come on, whatcha doing?” he said, grabbing your hand and taking you to the room. You three had a fairly small apartment and your light was obviously the only one on in the whole apartment making it easy for him.

“Well, before you rudely invaded my home, I was stuffing my face with all kinds of junk watching TV,” you said to him making him scowl playfully at you.

“Well, then let’s finish the rest of your junk food then,” he said laying on your bed. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the sudden shift in attention. Steve was a guy who could have anyone and he’s chasing you for some reason.

You weren’t a blonde bombshell with a perfect hourglass figure that made guys want you left and right. You had flaws that drew people away and you don’t think Steve remembers that night like you do. What if he hates your body? What if he thinks you're annoying and suddenly leaves?

“Everything alright?” Steve asked you.

“Uh, sorta,” you answered honestly.

“Come here, talk to me,” he said, opening his arms. You couldn't help your eyes narrowing at him.

“What?”

“Do you even remember anything from that night?” you whispered.

“Where’s this coming from?” he asked.

“Steve, come on,” you chuckled.

“What?”

“Do you just wanna fuck now? Make it quick so you can go back to the party-”

“Woah, who said anything about fucking?” he stood up towering over you making you suddenly feel really small and shy.

“I mean that’s why you’re here, right?”

“I came because I told you if you didn't go out with us that I was gonna hang with you. I didn’t say anything about sleeping with you. If you really want I can go home but I wanted to hang out with you,” he said sincerely.

“Oh, I- uh,” you stuttered; well now you feel like a dick.

“We can just sit and keep watching TV until you want to go to sleep and I can head out,” he said, sitting back down on your bed. You sat beside him carefully watching his movements. He kept his eyes trained on the TV for a bit before locking his eyes with yours. You turned away quickly hearing him chuckle before sudden movement escalated behind.

Steve grabbed you from behind gently and leaned back so you laid on his chest. You could feel the hard plains of muscles on your back. And the way his strong wrapped perfectly around your waist, it felt heavenly.

Steve’s jaw tightened from the hypnotizing scent of your shampoo. He remembered it from that night not long ago and he couldn’t get it out of his head.

He wasn't going to lie, since that night all he could think about was how smooth your skin was under his fingertips. How pretty you sounded when he was settled between your legs. How good it felt when your fingers carded through his hair. He wanted you so bad.

He wanted to wake you up between your thighs again. Ravish you once more before breakfast, hell eat you for breakfast. But when you weren't there sleeping as peacefully beside him like the night before, his heart tugged. Did he say something wrong? Did he do something wrong? What if he hurt you?

He gave you space, clearly evident you hadn't wanted to talk to him but those few days went by and the same lingering stares and shy glances came back again and he craved you in his arms again.

When Nat asked him and Bucky to invite you again out to party, he really wanted to be with you that night even if you didn't end the night naked in each other's arms, just being around you was enough for him. Fortunately here he is with you, with arms wrapped around your waist and Steve couldn’t be happier.

You looked so fucking adorable to wearing sweats and a hoodie; he wishes it was one of his own. You had fluffy socks on too that had dog faces on them and he swears his heart melted. What you two were watching was making you laugh and each chuckle or giggle that came from you was like music to his ears.

He couldn’t help himself when his lips pressed against the top of your head. Your body momentarily froze before relaxing again in his arms. Your arms laid over his and tightened so you could cuddle into him even more. Your eyes felt heavy and the feeling of Steve’s lips slowly reaching your neck didn’t help you want to sleep.

When his cool lips grazed your burning skin, you could feel your skin burst into chills. You practically shuddered in his arms and your face grew hot when you did. It all becomes suddenly overwhelming and you jump off on his lap turning to him with a distressed expression.

“What happened? Did I do something wrong?” Steve said worriedly.

“You did just want to sleep with me,” you mumbled tears forming in your eyes.

“What! No, that’s not it,” he panicked; using you was the last thing he wanted you to think he was doing, and wanted in general.

“Then what’s going with you? Ever since we fucked you’re suddenly attached to me, putting your hands all over me, pretending like you're my boyfriend! And I don’t understand why,” you said frustrated.

“I feel like your just using me or something-”

“That is the last thing I want,” he interrupted, his voice low.

“Then why are you doing this; Steve you could have anybody and for some fucking sick reason you keeping mocking me. Making me think I have a chance.”

“And you don’t think you do?” he asked, heart broken, making you scoff and turn away.

“Look, fine I’ll admit that maybe before that night I wouldn’t have made a move; but I’m gonna admit that I haven’t not felt something for you before,” he said, getting closer to you.

“What?”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we met. And that night didn’t do shit to help me get over you,” he chuckled.

You crawled to him carefully looking into his eyes for any sign that he was being untruthful; you cupped his face gently.

“Are you drunk?” you whispered.

“Not one bit.”

You pressed your lips to his feverishly and Steve nearly moaned at the feeling. His hands grasped your waist firmly pulling you to sit comfortably on his lap. His hands crept under your hoodie holding you close.

Your hands rested on his broad shoulders holding yourself up as slowly leaned back onto your pillows. Your cold hands cupped his face as you deepened the kiss and his hand went to rest on your bottom.

With this new found position, his chest pressed against yours, his hips grinded up allowing you to feel all of him. Every pushing second you grew needier and whiny, practically clawing at his shirt to feel his skin.

"So needy already. And I've hardly touched you," he chuckled lowly in your ear.

He sat up nonetheless and stripped his shirt revealing his gorgeous physique that kept you up at night and infiltrated your dirtiest dreams. You brushed your hands all over his chest with your bottom lip between your teeth; Steve smirking slightly proud of the effect he had on you simply by having his shirt off.

"Come on, pretty girl. I wanna see you too," he's whispered before kissing you softly.

"Wait, I don't…" you didn't particularly feel very sexy and instantly became insecure about your body compared to Steve's.

"It's ok, we can cuddle," he smiled.

"Well, if I'm being honest I do want you. It's just, I just ate all this junk food and I'm not wearing anything sexy. I didn't shave and-"

"Hey, I don't care. You don't need to impress me or wear anything special for me. I just want you to look pretty sitting on my face and make pretty sounds telling me how I'm gonna make you feel."

Your body trembled at his words, arousal instantly flooding from you. His nose brushed against your cheek dragging along to your jawline before pressing kisses gingerly to your jaw and neck. His hands slowly lifted your hoodie and you raised your hands letting him remove your hoodie.

Your shoulders caved in out of habit, being topless in front of handsome men wasn't normally on your schedule; but the look in Steve's eyes, the look on his face holding a hungry and adorning expression made you more comfortable, reaching out to cup his face kissing him deeply.

You sighed breathlessly into the kiss as Steve's hands rubbed your sides. You pulled away momentarily only to put your lips on Steve's neck. Steve felt himself growing harder and needier to see you, feel you, pleasure you.

"Pretty girl, I need you. Lemme taste you, please," he whined.

He picked you up and laid down on your back to pull your sweatpants down your legs. You lifted your hips for him and he smiled cheekily at you biting his lip. Steve lifted your leg kissing the inside of your calf staring at with those hungry eyes.

"I still wanna see you sitting on my face, pretty girl," Steve said, pulling to him.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna crush you or anything," you whispered, making Steve chuckle.

Steve laid down assuring you that he wanted this and grabbed your hand helping you straddle his face. When you did Steve kissed the inside of your thighs playfully nipping and marking the sensitive skin making you gasp.

Steve wrapped his hands around your thighs bringing your center impossibly close to him, finally licking a long and wet stripe up your slit. Your moans were soft at first but when Steve started circling his tongue around your clit, you could help getting louder and bucking your hips grinding on his face.

Steve’s eyes were close relishing in your sex. You combed your fingers through his hair and Steve moaned loudly against your pussy. He dipped his tongue past your folds and that along with the vibrations from his beautiful moans, you head threw back moaning in pure ecstasy, moaning so loud your neighbors were definitely going to file a complaint.

“Fuck, Steve. Your mouth feels so good; shit!” you whined.

His tongue circled your clit again quicker this time and you bucked your hips, tightening your stomach and squeezing your legs as you approached your high. Steve kneaded the soft flesh of your ass lapping up everything you gave him.

Steve crawled from under you as you held onto the headboard, still standing on your knees, trying to catch your breath. Steve came up behind you rubbing your hips softly, kissing the back of your neck softly. He quickly rid the remaining of his clothes he still wore, his painfully hard cock slapping against his stomach desperate for some sort of attention.

You breathe softly, hyper focused on the cum that slipped down your inner thighs. Your legs lightly trembled from just his mouth you couldn’t wait to feel what his cock would feel like, filling you up like it was only a week ago. Steve sat beside you looking at you with a soft smile on his face, his hand softly rubbing the back of your legs and your bottom too.

He reached around to grab your hip and slowly turned you around settling you between his legs; your back pressed against his chest as it was only moments before, more innocently than now. His lips sucked and kissed your neck as his hands cupped and kneaded the soft flesh of your breasts.

Your hands rested over his own and your hips squirmed a bit for eagerness. The low growl from Steve because your hips grinded against his cock was incredibly arousing.

“Such an eager little slut ain't cha’,” he grabbed your hair.

“Fuck,” you mumbled as he pushed you forward on your hands and knees.

“Want me to fuck you? Remind you how I felt buried so fucking deep inside you? God, I think about you every fucking night; how perfect you were wrapped around me, how beautiful you sounded underneath me,” he whispered huskily in your ear making you shudder.

“Stevie, please,” you whimpered.

His hands rubbed up and down your back as he chuckled darkly.

“Oh, I’ve been waiting to take care of you again, pretty girl,” he kissed your back softly.

He wrapped his hand around his cock slowly and languidly pumping it. He couldn’t help but tease slightly circled his tip along your entrance pulling desperate whines from you. He finally reached his own breaking point, unable to stand not being able to feel you so he pushed his hips forward moaning loudly at how tight you felt around him.

“So good, pretty girl,” he moaned.

“Fuck, Stevie. Filling me up so good; you’re so big,” you sighed.

“Damn right, pretty girl. Taking my cock so well. Fucking made for me,” he grunted.

His snapped in and out increasingly quicker with each thrust; the vulgar sounds of his movements and skin slapping against each other echoed loudly in the room. Harmonizing with both your pleasurable moans.

Chasing both your releases, Steve’s hips jerked rougher and harder in and out of you making you practically shriek at the feeling. He leaned forward wrapping his hand around your throat before pulling you flush against his chest.

“Such pretty baby,” he bit your ear.

“Fuck! Stevie I need to come,” you whined.

“Yeah, you want to come all over my cock? Make a fucking mess?” he growled.

“Please!”

“Hold on, pretty girl. I’m almost there,” he sighed, throwing his head back and closing his eyes in pleasure.

You whined and whimpered, tears brimming your eyes from that overwhelming feeling. You couldn’t help but clench hard around his cock desperately holding back for your release.

“Fuck, do that again, pretty girl,” Steve gasped.

“God, yes. I’m close, pretty girl. You ready to come?” he pulled your head back to look at your face.

Tears fell inelegantly down your cheeks, sweat lined your forehead, your chest moved rapidly up and down; to Steve, you looked ethereal.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Let go, pretty girl. I gotcha,” he whispered against your lips.

Your eyes rolled back as your body shook against Steve’s, releasing onto his dick profoundly. Steve swallowed your louds moans, roughly pressing his lips to yours, moaning himself. You clenched hard around Steve one last time feeling his throbbing cock shoot hot ribbons of cum, coating your walls.

When you eased your way slowly down from your high, Steve laid you down gently pulling out to see his cum mixed with yours spilling from you. You looked so fucked out breathing heavily, whimpering at the loss of Steve inside you. He wanted to, but held back from taking you again. But not wanting to hurt you, he treaded towards the bathroom and turned on the water to run you two a hot bath. He picked you up gently pressing kisses all over your face and neck before planting one delicious kiss on your lips; your hands reaching around his neck to deepen it if that was even possible.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, coating your arms with soap to wash you. You laid against him with your eyes closed desperately trying not to fall asleep in his arms.

“I didn’t hurt you?” he asked softly.

“Mh-m,” you shook your head slightly with a blissful smile on your face.

“Good,” he wrapped his arms around you tightly, kissing you passionately.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, barely audibly.

“For coming to hang out with me tonight,” you chuckled. Your eyes felt too heavy, simply remembering the way he carried you carefully back to your bed and held for the rest of the night.

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White wolf & his omega

Summary: On an endless mission to take out people for Hydra the assets scent’s you, the one thing he never thought he’ll be able to find – his true mate.

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton

Warnings: ABO, ABO dynamics, angst, scenting, comforting, protective alpha, fighting, violence, blood, bad use of Russian language, true mates, mentions of claiming, kidnapping

A/N: Final sequel to: White Wolf - Part 1 & Her White Wolf - Part 2

Wrapped in your alpha’s arms, sleeping peacefully you mumble his name in your sleep. Bucky is still wide awake, not due to nightmares or the guilt he still feels but to look at you. He’s calmer close to you, especially when he can look at the claiming mark he left during your first heat together.

He was still afraid the asset, the dark man inside his head, will show when he gives in to his primal instinct, but you had faith in him, your alpha.

Bucky nuzzles your neck, purring low when you whimper his name, moving closer to his warm body. Winter came fast and you are not used to cold, ice, and snow. You only lived in warm places so far which means experiencing a winter with frost and snow is new to you.

“Cold,” you scoot closer to Bucky, hiding your face in his chest whilst you press your body as close as possible to your mates.

“It’s warm, doll. You’re such a cute little frostbite,” Bucky smirks, watching you narrow your eyes at your mate. “Let me warm you up, Y/N.”

“You should sleep too, alpha. I know you got up to add more wood to the fire and that you cut more wood in the middle of the night,” you wrap your arms around Bucky, nuzzling your cheek into his chest. “I love you for caring about me, but I care about you too.”

“I promise to sleep when you hold me like this a bit longer,” you inhale the warm and calming scent of your mate before you close your eyes, holding the alpha in your arms. “Love you too, Y/N.”

“No, it’s cold outside, Bucky,” you whine, not wanting to leave the cozy house you call your home for almost eight months. “Let’s stay inside and forget about food, please.”

“Doll, we need to get more supplies and boots for you, my cute omega. You can stay here, and I’ll drive to town to get all we will need,” Bucky watches you scrunch up your nose before you shake your head. Since your alpha claimed you six months ago you are glued to his side.

“I don’t want you to go alone. Last time you needed three hours and I was so worried,” you grasp your boots and coat. “I’ll come with you, alpha. Just a minute, I need to get my scarf and hand gloves.”

“I’ll wait at the truck for you, doll. Do not worry, Y/N. I will not leave without you,” Bucky laughs when you run upstairs to get your scarf and hand gloves.

“We’ve got ladies toiletries for my doll, new razor blades for me to shave,” Bucky crosses all the things he found off his list. “Shampoo, toilet paper, shower gel, and a new loofah for my girl.”

You nod, leaning into Bucky’s embrace when he wraps one arm around your waist. “Got you a new base cap too, alpha. One in black and a blue one.”

“That makes two, Y/N,” you nod, pointing toward the shelf with sweets. “Sweets, got it, Y/N.”

“We got canned food, potatoes, and my magazines too. You said something about beer and water.” Bucky smirks, pointing toward the shopping cart. “My alpha already got it.”

“I did, doll. Now let’s check the list before we pay,” looking at the list you hum with every article Bucky crosses out. “We forgot your body lotion and socks. My girl needs warm socks.”

“I’ll get the body lotion, you will grab the socks,” pecking your lips Bucky hums, not wanting to admit he hates to let you out of sight.

“Body lotion, uh-after shave lotion for my alpha, cherry lipgloss and a soft flannel for Bucky and me,” looking at the things in your arms you hear a snarl behind you. A younger alpha looks at you, a dirty grin on his lips.

“What brings you out here, sweetie?” He purrs but you take a step backward, not caring he wants to talk to you. “Don’t be shy.”

“I’m claimed and my alpha is with me,” you try to spare the young alpha’s life, knowing Bucky could kill him if he tries anything. “If you excuse me now, I got to go back to my boyfriend.”

“You did not answer my question, bitch.” The slap the man gives you hits you by surprise, causing you to stumble and fall onto your butt. A grin on his lips the alpha steps closer, towering over your shaking form and you do what your instinct tells you – screaming for your alpha.

“Omega,” it’s a matter of seconds before Bucky is by your side to help you up. He’s shoving you behind his back, giving the smaller boy a warning snarl. “Get out of my sight and away from my omega, boy.”

The soldier would’ve just killed the boy but Bucky, he tries to spare an inexperienced alpha’s life. The problem is – that boy ain’t smart.

“Why don’t you go for tea, gramps. I bet,” the alpha dips his head to look at you behind Bucky’s back, “your omega prefers a younger alpha.”

“Stupid,” the clerk shakes his head, offering to bring you away from your alpha but a deep growl leaves Bucky’s lips, and the kind beta steps away, nodding at your alpha.

The boy still doesn’t get he’s in trouble, even dares to step toward you until he finds himself pressed against the wall, Bucky’s metal fist around his throat.

“I warned you. That’s my omega, my girlfriend. Did your parents do not teach you manners?” Now the boy sniffs, choking on the word ‘sorry’. “I should kill you; rip you apart limb by limb.”

“Alpha,” your soft voice calms Bucky, holds back the anger threatening to let your alpha lash out. “Let’s pay for our things and drive home. It’s getting late and cold,” you place one hand onto Bucky’s arm, hoping he will let go of the boy.

“You’re right, doll,” Bucky drops the now whining alpha to the ground, turning his attention back toward you. “We should head out before it’s too dark to drive back.”

“So much snow,” you watch the snowflakes fall outside the window, looking at every flake with curiosity. “I never thought snow would be that pretty…”

“…and cold,” pecking your neck Bucky snickers when you punch his chest playfully. “I mean it, Y/N. Snow is cold, wet, and will let your tiny toes fall off.”

“You’re awful, Bucky,” you grin when he hands you a pair of fuzzy socks, the ones he bought for you. “I’m sorry that I screamed for you. That guy, he scared me. I…I saw a flashbacks of the men at the room you brought me to that day.”

“Never apologize for seeking my protection, ‘mega,” Bucky nuzzles his face into your neck, smiling as you wrap your arms around him. “I will always protect you.

“I know, I just don’t want…” a loud knock disturbs your intimate moment with your alpha. “Who could come here at that time of the day? No one knows we live up here.”

“Stay in the living room, take the phone from my jacket and if anything happens, call Steve. Simply press the buttons I showed you,” your heart starts to race at Bucky’s words. “Don’t be scared.”

Bucky turns to walk toward the door while you do as he said. Hiding in the living room, you press the phone to your heart.

Scared something could happen to your alpha you glance out of the window to see four cops surround your alpha.

You can hear his gruff voice, he seems to argue with the eldest cop before he shoots Bucky thrice. Gasping you dial Steve’s number, praying he will come in time to help his friend.

“Steve, we need your help. Here are  cops, but they do not act like cops. I’m scared. Bucky told me to call you if anything happens, please…” You sniffle when Steve tells you to hide somewhere safe. “I can’t, Steve. I need to see who they are.”

“Y/N?” Steve storms into the cabin, gasping as the whole house looks like a battleground. “Sam, Nat, look upstairs. Tony, Clint, I need your help downstairs.”

“Does your friend still wear his arm?” Tony smirks, getting his phone out. “If he does we can trace him. Let’s say I let someone put a nice little transponder at his shiny shoulder.”

“I don’t know if I shall punch or kiss you, Tony,” laughing Sam looks at Tony who seems to consider Steve’s offer. “We need to find Y/N first. The last thing she said was that they dragged Bucky away after one of them shoot him.”

“Is there a chance she’s still around? Maybe Y/N hides somewhere?” Natasha looks around the house, shaking her head. “We shouldn’t have left them on their own, Steve.”

“Do you think I don’t know that? I wanted normal for him and her. I had hoped we can keep Bucky and his omega out of this world for a while,” Steve sighs, listening to an odd noise coming from the kitchen.

“Kitchen, Capsicle. Go left, I’ll take the right side,” Tony silently walks into the kitchen, nodding at Steve who tries to find the source of the noise. “Sound like a wail or sob, Steve.”

“Shit,” Steve nods before he opens the supply cabinet to find you curled inside the cramped space. “Y/N, it’s good to see you.”

Whilst Steve helps you out of the cabinet, running one hand soothingly down your back Tony nods at his friend, pointing toward his phone.

“A house in town, Steve?” Confused Steve looks at you not understanding why the police should bring Bucky to a house in town. “Don’t get me wrong, I am glad it’s not Hydra, Rumlow, or the big bad guy hiding in the dark but, I would like to know what’s going on.”

“Y/N, did something happen? Is there a reason for them to take Bucky?” You nod, recalling what happened at the store. “Tell me everything.”

“We drove to town for supplies. Bucky was busy getting warm socks and I wanted to get the rest from the list. There was a young alpha, he scared me. I fell and Bucky wanted that guy to leave me alone, but the boy wasn’t smart. Bucky had his metal hand around his throat, but I calmed him, and we left,” you are shaking now, looking up at Steve. “Do you think that’s the reason they shot Bucky?”

“That’s fishy, Steve. If the fight was the reason to come here, why the destruction and violence. You said Bucky only talked to the men, right?” Nodding you look at Sam, feeling fresh tears well up to your eyes.

“We will find out soon enough. I suggest Steve, Tony and you go to town. Y/N and I will pack the most important things. Clint can check the surroundings and make sure no one sneaks toward the cabin to attack us unprepared,” Natasha holds out her hand, giving you a warm smile. “Steve got this, Y/N. He will bring your alpha back, promised.”

“Tell me where the money is, bastard,” the man barks, punching Bucky’s face but the alpha remains stoic, unmoving. “The money!”

“I know they have a lot of it. Look at the car that bastard drives and the girl he has. No one would live out here in such an expensive house, driving such a car without money.” The boy from the store grins, lying through his teeth.

“Money?” Bucky spats blood onto the floor. He’s twisting his metal fist in the handcuffs, hearing the familiar crack of breaking metal. “Or is it the fact you tried to touch my omega and I had to push you a little,” the boy turns pale, looking scared at the men kidnapping your alpha.

“Omega? This is about some pussy, boy?” The eldest man barks, slapping the back of his sons head. “You said we can make fast money. Hell, I stole a police car and their uniforms from my laundry.”

“They have money, the omega is just a bonus, for me,” before the men can react Bucky rips the handcuffs apart, using the chair he was handcuffed to moments ago to knock the eldest man out.

“No…this can’t…” Bucky smirks when the boy finally realizes whose omega he dared to threaten. “The…the winter soldier?”

“James Buchanan Barnes, to be correct. But my friend prefers Bucky,” Steve bursts through the door, followed by Sam and Tony. “I guess you have this under control, Buck?”

“Is Y/N safe?” Worried Bucky looks at his friend, praying you were able to hide until Steve arrived.

“She’s safe with Natasha and Clint,” Tony answers your alpha’s question. “How about we give you ten and wait outside?” Bucky dips his head, glancing at the three remaining men.

“Give me five…”

“Alpha!” Wrapping your arms around Bucky you sniffle into his chest. “I was so worried about you. I thought it’s Hydra,” you cry now, looking up at your alpha.

“I guess the cat is out,” Tony looks around the cabin, sighing deeply. “That boy, he recognized the winter soldier. We got to get the hell out of here.”

“We have to leave,” Bucky whispers, lifting your chin with his index finger. “It’s not safe here any longer, doll. I promise to protect you.”

“They shoot you,” carefully touching Bucky’s chest you sniffle. “Are you hurt?”

“It was a sedative dart. I think they used three until I felt dizzy. I’m sorry, I got careless, omega. This will never happen again,” Steve clears his throat, pointing at Clint who carries your bags toward one of the cars.

“We will bring you to the headquarters and see where we go from here,” Bucky nods, thankful his friend kept you safe.

“I don’t care where we live as long as I can stay by your side, white wolf,” you peck Bucky’s lips, sighing when he returns the kiss.

“Guys, I’m glad the white wolf found his omega, but we need to get out of here, like yesterday,” Tony insists, smirking when Bucky growls at him.

“We should go, alpha,” holding out your hand you lead Bucky toward one of the cars. “I packed all our things, including the fuzzy socks…”

“My girl needs her fuzzy socks,” you nod, letting your alpha wrap one arm around your shoulder. “I only need my omega, doll.”

“…and I only need you, Bucky…”

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Heyy!! Ok so could I please request something where Bucky and pregnant reader are about to get married. He and the guests are all waiting for her to walk down the aisle but after a little while she still hasn't shown up and it turns out she's nowhere to be seen. Bucky thinks she's left him and is all sad. After a while the others find out she's been kidnapped by Hydra because they want the baby. Cue avenger vs hydra scenes and after finding her she goes into early labour and it's all touch-and-go for her and baby but in the end it's a happy ending (maybe the next request I'll work up the courage for an angsty ending 🙈).

Oh I love this! Hope you like it @lookiamtrying!!

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Wedding Day 

Bucky looks in the mirror one last time, looking over to make sure he looks alright. Today is a day he has been waiting for for over 70 years. Today is the day that the love of his life, finally becomes his forever. When you got pregnant 4 months ago, Bucky didn’t think you would want to continue with plans for the wedding, but you told him nothing was going to stop you from being his wife.

Now being 7 months pregnant, you both decided to make the wedding an intimate gathering of your closest friends and family, which basically is the Avengers, T’Challa and Suri, the Gardians, and Dr. Strange. You both thought it was the perfect amount of people and didn’t need anyone else involved. You both thought the backyard of your new house was the perfect spot for the wedding as well. You have been so excited!

There is a knock on the door, pulling Bucky from his thoughts. Steve walks in with a smile, “You ready pal?” he asks. “More than ready! I just want her to be my wife already!” Bucky says with a laugh as they head out of the door. Steve puts his hand on Bucky’s shoulder to stop him from walking further, “I’m so happy for you Buck. You deserve this and more, and I am so proud to stand beside you both as you do this. I also can’t wait for y God child to be born,” he says. Bucky pulls him in for a quick hug and heads out to the backyard.

You both haven’t moved into the house yet, as it is under construction (Only best from Tony), but you thought the backyard was perfect. You have the chairs set and fairy lights all around, with a white tent behind the ceremony area for the reception. Bucky looks in awe at his surroundings, which make him that much more excited. He walks up in front of his friends and family and looks down the aisle, waiting for you to come to him.

He starts to get jittery as he waits, thinking maybe you were having some difficulty with your pregnant belly. After close to 30 minutes he starts to get nervous that you changed your mind. He decides to head back into the house to where you are supposed to be getting ready. When he opens the door, he sees the room is completely empty. His heart immediately breaks at the thought that you changed your mind.

Steve runs up behind Bucky and looks in the room, “She’s not here?” he asks. Bucky shakes his head sadly as tears rush to his eyes. “I guess she changed her mind,” he says and he slides down the wall to the floor. “I can’t believe Y/N would do that. I mean she is pregnant with your child,” Steve says. Bucky covers his face as tears start to flow down his cheeks. He doesn’t want to believe it either, but you’re not here.

Just then Natasha comes toward them and looks into the room. “I can’t believe she would do this. She was so excited last night! Let me call the driver,” she says pulling out her cell phone. After a brief conversation with the limo company, Natasha learned that the driver is not an employee. She tells this to Steve who immediately pales. You didn’t run out on Bucky, you were taken.

--

You wake up on a metal cot, handcuffed to the post. You look around and realize that you are in a cell underground. You try and control your panic, as you don’t want to risk anything with your unborn baby, but you are terrified. Suddenly the metal door opens and in walks a man in a black uniform, HYDRA. “Ah, you are finally awake,” he says. 

“What to you want?” you ask. “If you think I’m going to let you get Bucky, you have another thing coming!” you scream in anger. The man looks at you and laughs, “First of all, you really think you are tough chained to a bed? Second, it’s not the Winter Soldier we are after... it’s his heir,” he says.

You feel the color disappear from your face. They were after your baby, Bucky’s baby. God you hoped that Bucky figured out what happened to you by now and is on his way. You couldn’t help but be nervous that you would not survive whatever they have planned.

--

Bucky punches a few more times as blood sprays all over. “Tell me where she is!” he yells in the man’s face. “Buck, enough! You’re going to kill him!” Steve says. “He deserves to die for kidnapping Y/N!” Bucky says as Steve pulls him away. “Buck, I know you are concerned, but if you kill him we will have no leads. Just go wait over there or leave the room,” Steve says. “I’m not leaving until I know where my girl and baby are, Steve,” Bucky says.

Steve nods and turns back to the man who is bloody and oddly enough, laughing. “Since when are the Avengers mobsters? Beating a man to a pulp for information! You have watched too many movies,” he says. Steve walks up the man and pulls his head back, “Where is she? You picked her up and dropped her somewhere, now tell me where,” Steve says patiently.

The man spit blood on Steve’s face which caused Bucky to start toward him again,  but Steve stopped him. He wipes off his face and looks at the man, “Well, I tried to be nice. If you think the Winter Soldier was bad, you haven’t met Black Widow,” Steve says. At that the door opens and Natasha walks in with a bunch of different tools, a smirk on her face.

“Hello boys. Heard some information was needed,” she said eyeing the man who was tied up. He looked at her arrogantly, but Bucky heard his heart rate go up. he was nervous. Good.

--

You don’t know how long you have been there. Days and nights seem to have blended into one. They feed you, if what you are given can be considered food, but they have run tests on you, and you heard they are considering taking the baby out of you early. You are starting to lose hope that Bucky will ever find you, but you keep praying he will. Please Bucky, come find me. Please save us.

The door opens and in comes two men in black uniforms. They uncuff you and drag you to your feet. You try to fight them, but you are so weak.They continue to drag you down the hall to the same room you have been in multiple times. You look and you see a tray with different surgical tools. You know now that this might be the end. You have fought, but you don’t know if you will be able to save yourself or your baby.

You are placed on the table and strapped down tightly. You continue to wiggle and try to fight out of the the binds that keep you to the bed. You hear the laughing in the room, “You still haven’t learned that fighting is useless. We are going to get what we want. The assets child, with the serum running through their veins. We will be able to use this child to create more soldiers. HYDRA will win!” he says.

The doctor starts walking your way with the scalpel, and your breathing gets heavy in panic. In no time at all you start to scream as you feel the sharp utensil cut into your pregnant belly. Before he gets too far the door to the room and smashed down and Bucky, Sam, Steve, and Nat all run in fits, guns, and everything else blazing. Wanda runs in later with red floating around her hands.

You feel yourself losing consciousness and your child is moving like crazy in your belly. You try and focus on one thing to keep yourself conscious, but the darkness is winning. You swear you hear Bucky’s voice calling for you, but you can’t react. Your last thought is that your baby is safe.

--

You wake up to beeping, which is very annoying. You slowly open your eyes and see a bright white room with the sun shining in. You see Bucky slouched in a chair next to your bed, sleeping. You admire him for a moment before you quietly call out for him. “Bucky,” you say in a raspy voice. Bucky startles awake at the sound of your voice and looks at you. 

“Oh thank God,” he says and he leans into the bed holding your hand. You see tears flow freely down his cheeks as he looks at you with relief. “How long was I out?” you asked. “Um.. 4 days. You were malnourished and dehydrated, but Dr. Cho and Bruce took great care of you,” he says inching closer to you. “And the baby?” you ask, putting your free hand on your bump.

“The baby is just fine. Still cooking,” he says with a watery chuckle. You pull on his hand and bring him into your bed where he wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he says, kissing your head and when you look at him, your forehead. 

“Bucky, it’s not your fault--” “You were taken because of me. They were going to hurt you both because of me,” he says. You take his face in your hands, “They wanted our baby, Bucky. If anything I should thank you and the rest of the team for saving us. You saved me and our baby. I’m sorry I missed the wedding,” you say looking into his eyes.

“I... I got scared you changed your mind. That you didn’t want me and my baggage. That you didn’t want to marry me,” he says. You lean in and kiss his lips softly. You pull away quickly to say, “I love you more than anything, Buck. I want to marry you so bad, I would do it in this bed!” you say.

Bucky kisses you again, passionately. “Let’s do it! I can have the pastor here, have our team here. Let’s get married right now,” he says with hope in his eyes. You give him a wide smile, “Let’s do it! Let’s get married!” you say before kissing him again.

In a short time your friends and pastor arrived and you and Bucky married from your hospital bed. The whole “ceremony” Bucky had his metal arm wrapped around you, and his flesh hand rubbing your baby bump. It wasn’t the wedding you imagined, but all that mattered was the man sitting next to you, pledging his life to you and you to his. 

It was the happiest day of your life, as least until another month when your son Steve James Barnes was born. Happy and healthy!

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Hope you liked it!!

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Reckless

Part Twelve 

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“You’re here doll.” Bucky reached out and grabbed your hand. You looked between his face and your hands. Suddenly the words he said to you before cause your anger boiled over. You yanked your hand out of his.

“Yep. Steve wanted me to be here when you woke up. So here I am.” You pressed the button to the Shuri know Bucky was awake, then turned toward the door.

“Yn please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.” He was trying to get out of bed but was getting tangled in the cords.

“That’s fine.” You turned back to him once you reached the door. Shuri had just come in the room. “Steve said he wished he could be here. He hopes to stop through soon.” Before Bucky could say anything else you were out the door. Walking quickly to the elevator and back to your apartment.

The streets outside were busy as you rushed home. People going about their day unaware of the battle going on in your head. Part of you wanted nothing more than to crawl in that bed with him and just lay there. The other part wants to punch him right in the face. It felt like the last three months hadn’t even happened. Just as you reached your door, the kimoyo beads on your wrist chirped.

“Well that was dramatic.” She didn’t even give you a chance to say hello.

“Shuri. Please don’t.” You flopped down on the couch.

“You weren’t the one trying to keep a super solider from tearing out every lead and chasing after you.”

“I’m sorry.” He tried to chase after you? Shit.

“You can make it up to me tonight.”

“Oh?”

“Nakia is coming home and we haven’t been to a club in a while.”

“Shuri, it’s been like one week.”

“And that’s too long! We will be at your place about 8. Wear something hot!” She gave you a wink and hung up. Maybe going out was just what you needed. Keep yourself distracted.  

You sent a text off to Steve that Bucky was awake and everything went smoothly. You then switched your phone off and set it at your desk. Spending the rest of the day puttering around your apartment cleaning and reorganizing things.

Finally, it was time to get ready for the club. You choose a deep red satin dress. It was strapless and came to rest just above your knees. It also had a slit up the right side to your hip. This dress was probably the most daring one you had bought. One that Natasha was proud of when you sent her a picture of you in it for the first time. You kept your makeup light. Doing your brows, mascara and a clear gloss. Your favorite necklace to wear with it was a black snake choker. Nat said it made you look sexy and scary at the same time. That is exactly what you wanted to feel tonight. Your hair was in a loose bun at the nape of your neck and you let pieces fall around your face. You were getting your shoes from the hall closest when there was a knock at your door.

“Come on in!” You shouted at the door from the hall.

“Yn?” You froze. What the hell was Bucky doing here? You shut the hall closest and walked to the living room.

“What are you doing here Bucky?” You didn’t even look at him as you walked through the room to the kitchen. Tossing your shoes down, you grabbed one of the liquor bottle from the counter.

“I was told to pick you up.” You looked up at him. He was dressed all in black. His dress shirt was unbuttoned just enough to tease his body underneath it. His left sleeve was tucked in on itself.

“What do you mean pick me up?” You forced yourself to keep your eye on his but you noticed his wondering.

“Shuri invited me out with you guys.” His eyes were still everywhere but where they should be.

“Wonderful.” You poured yourself a shot and then another. All the while Bucky was just staring at you and you let him. Thanking yourself for choosing the outfit you did. Your kimoyo beads chirped.

“Shuri mind telling me why Bucky is in my apartment.” She gave you a big smile.

“I thought it would be good for him. Now get over here!” She hung up.

“Well let’s go then.” Bucky held his arm out for you to take but you just brushed past him out the door.

“Well ok then.” You heard him mumble behind you. You were not about to let some 100-year-old super solider dampen your night.

  One of the perks of being friends with the princess is that you never had to wait in the lines at clubs. The music greeted you as you walked through the door. Bucky’s hand came to rest on your lower back protectively. You groaned to yourself as you scanned the room quickly. Finding Shuri and Nakia at the bar. You danced your way to them trying to stay just far enough from Bucky so he couldn’t touch you. Once at the bar you chose to wedge yourself between Shuri and a man, not allowing any room for Bucky who reluctantly took a place one the other side of Nakia.

“Yn!” She shouted and came around Shuri to give you a big hug. “You look sexy as always girl!”

“You look great to Nakia. How was the mission?” The bar tender had made her way over to you. You ordered a round of shots for the group.

“You know no work talk on girls’ night!”

“Well it’s not really girls’ night is it?” You raised your eye brows and looked at Shuri.

“You’re right.” Nakia turned to also look at Shuri.

“Oh come on!” She raised her hands and took the shot placed in front of her. The two of you followed.

After a few more drinks the three of you made your way to the dance floor. Bucky thankfully stayed at the bar but you could feel his eyes on you all night.  

“He really does stare a lot.” Nakia whispered to you under the loud music.

“You have no idea.”

“It probably doesn’t help you wore THAT outfit.” She gestured at your dress.

“Well I had no idea until he just showed up at my house.” Just then a man grabbed your waist and spun you to him.

“Hello.” He gave you a flirty smirk.

“Hello.” You returned it and danced against him. You ignored Nakia’s protest that you were dancing with her. Instead you just focused on his hands. They found their way across your body in an intoxicating way. The liquor that flowed though you gave you the courage to dance even closer.

“You look stunning in that dress.” He whispered in your ear. His voice sent goosebumps racing down your body.

“Thank-” A strong hand on your upper arm cut you off. You looked at your arm only to be jerked away from the man you had been dancing with.

“What the hell Bucky.” You tried your best to shake his grip.

“It’s time to go.” He spoke low and was staring now at the man. He opened his mouth to say something but just shook his head and walked away.

“Fuck you. I’m not going anywhere.” You tried and failed again to break free. This time though you lost your balance a bit thanks to the alcohol. Bucky just held on tighter. You looked around for Shuri and Nakia, they were both standing at the door. The lights in the club had started to filter on.

“I said it’s time to go.” He nearly growled it out between his clenched teeth. He started to pull you toward the door.

“Let me go you fucking ass.” You struggled the whole way to the door. Trying everything short of starting a full fight with him. He didn’t let you go until everyone was outside.

“What the hell was that?!” Bucky shouted at you.

“I could ask you the same fucking this ass hole!” You shouted back. “I was dancing and having fun.” You bent down and started taking off your shoes to make it easier to walk home. “You’re the one that got all possessive.”

“Is that what you call what you were doing?” Bucky was still seething with anger but help to keep you steady while you worked at your shoes. “And I was not being possessive.”

“Dancing isn’t like it was in the 40s buck. Get over it.” You walked back over to the girls. “Thanks for a great night ladies see you.”

“Yn are you ok?”

“I’ll be fine Shuri. I’ll see you tomorrow.” As much as you wanted to be mad at her you couldn’t. You knew she meant well inviting Bucky out. You gave her and Nakia a hug then headed off to your apartment. Bucky was following close behind you.

“Bucky what are you doing?”

“I’m making sure you get home safe.” You stopped but didn’t turn around. You hung your head and sighed.

“Whatever.” You started walking again. “But that’s kind of possessive.”

“It is not. Now come on.” He caught up to you pace and placed his hand back on your lower back.

A few minutes later you both stood at the door to your apartment. Bucky insisted on walking you all the way to your door not just the door of the building.

“Home safe.” You said as you turned you key and the door opened. Bucky gently grabbed your arm and turned you to face him. You gave a slight wince as he grabbed the same spot he had a death grip on not too long ago. When he saw that he dropped his hand and head.

“I’m sorry about that Yn. I’m sorry about a lot.”

“I’ll forget it if you spar with me. I owe you a few punches.”

“Deal.” He lifted his head and smiled at you. It was genuine. It showed in his eyes too. They were brighter than you had ever seen before. Shit. That was the alcohol.

“Right. Good night Bucky.”

“Good night doll.”

Before you could think his hand was on your face and he placed a kiss on your forehead. It was simple but it was probably the most Intimate moment you had with a man in almost a year. It damn near made you knees buckle. If Bucky noticed he didn’t let on, just give you another smile and watched as you went into your apartment.

 Once in your apartment, you made your way back to the bedroom. Struggling with the zipper on you dress as you went. Finally getting it of you changed into you pj’s and head to your desk. Even though you were fairly drunk you had a nightly routine of checking all your sources for Steve. Before sitting down you grabbed a glass of water and took some meds for the headache you knew would be coming in soon. You mind wasn’t quite focused on the screen in front of you. Your computer was running a facial recognition program. Instead you were thinking about what happened at the club.

Part of you knew exactly why you did what you did. You made Bucky jealous. But why did you want to make him jealous? Sure you liked to dance with men at the club but you never got that bold with how you danced. Mindlessly you rub the spot on your arm where Bucky grabbed you. It was still tender. For sure there would be bruises there by morning. In the back of your mind that excited you a bit. Bucky marked you.

What the FUCK Yn. You propped you elbows up on your desk and rested your head in your hands. Your computer chimed letting you know that the program was done running. Trying to pull your mind from Bucky, you clicked though any possible hits. There was only one that was even close. It was of Wanda. She was spotted in Finland. You decided to check you phone. Only to realize that you had turned it off earlier in the day. Once it was on, there was a title wave of notifications. A few calls from Steve, even more text messages, even some calls from Nat and Sam. You didn’t bother to read all the messages and called Steve back.

“Yn, where the hell have you been?”

“Well hi to you too Steve.”

“Sorry. We have just been trying to reach you all day. I was getting worried.”

“I mean same Steve. But I’m ok. Just had my phone off and got busy. Shuri took us out to the club.”

“Ok. Well how is Bucky doing? Did he do ok coming out of cryo?”

“Bucky is fine. Shuri drug him out to the club with us. So that was fun.” You tried to make your tone light. You really didn’t want to tell Steve everything that happened tonight.

“Bucky went to a club?” You could hear Sam say something and Steve laughed.

“Yea. It was interesting to say the least. But he came out of cryo just fine.”

“Good. Any other updates?”

“Not really. I haven’t really talked to Shuri about what’s next. All I know is that whenever he is ready they will get the rest of that old metal arm removed. Shuri has a whole plan for a new arm if he wants it.”

“That’s awesome. I’m glad.”

“Yea.” You couldn’t help but let you voice slip.

“What else Yn?” Steve always knew when something was wrong.

“Uh, I got a new tac suit ready to go. It’s got all kinds of goodies. So whenever you need me I am more than ready.”

“Sweetheart, I know you want to be out here, but please just stay there.”

“Right.” Both of you paused in conversation.

“Oh, also, you might want to let Wanda know to be a little more careful.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well I run a facial recognition program every now and then. She popped up tonight. It may not be her but it was a pretty high match.”

“Where was it?” He sounded concerned.

“Central Finland. Is that where you guys are at now?”

“Yea it is. I’ll let her know. Thanks Yn.”

“Anytime Steve. Also if you need anything tech wise you can still use me. I’ve been helping Nakia.”

“I know. We are just kind of laying low right now.” You heard more voices over the phone. “I got to go Yn.”

“Alright. Tell everyone I said hi and that I miss them.”

“I will sweetheart. Stay out of trouble.”

“Always.”

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Folklore [song series]

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Modern Day AU! Bucky Barnes x OC!Reader; Steve Rogers x OC!Reader

Plot: Inspired by Taylor Swift’s new album Folklore. The story follows the timeline of Bucky and Elizabeth’s life throughout the years

word count: 4197

warnings: language, angst, some fluff

[a/n: sorry it’s taken me so long to get this new chapter out. we got a new cat a couple of weeks ago and within 24 hours of having the cat we had to rush him to the vet a couple of times, thankfully now he’s doing so much better. I hope you all had a great holiday weekend. and hope you enjoy this part]

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Age: 19/20

Location: NY & CA

Year: 2013-2014

Elizabeth was frozen in place just staring at Bucky emotionless. She didn't know what to feel. Looking at the scene in front of her it was obvious what had happened between them. There was no denying. To even deny would be to think

Elizabeth is an idiot.

And an idiot she is not.

Bucky didn't know what to do. Even he knew there was no coming back from this. He was racking his brain, trying to think of what to say.

Nothing.

His mind was completely blank.

Natasha had never felt more awkward in her life. At least when in high school Elizabeth had never physically caught them red handed. She was face-to-face with the consequences of her actions. Immediately regretting even asking Bucky the proposition.

Elizabeth was broken out of her gaze. She stared between the two guilty parties, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Can't believe I was so stupid to think I was the only one. To think he actually changed," she thought.

Bucky opened his mouth about to say something, but he was cut off by

Elizabeth's hand.

"It's whatever Bucky," she shakes her head speaking first, "We weren't even exclusive. You can do whatever you want, with whomever you want. Single or not. You're good at that."

Elizabeth glanced back at Natasha, looking her up and down. She could never compete with someone like her, so she was done. Taking herself out of the equation.

"Excuse me," she politely says to Natasha who moves out of the way.

All Elizabeth wanted to do was go to her temporary room and be done for the day, for the weekend.

"Elizabeth," Bucky finally spoke up, his voice cracking, "Please let me explain."

Elizabeth didn't dare to make a move to turn around. She couldn't. Bucky didn't deserve that.

"I can't do this with you," she says, trying to control the tremble in her voice.

"Not again. This is it," she lastly said before walking to her room and closing the door.

"Bucky, I'm so sorry," Natasha apologized.

Bucky got a sense of Dejavú. Nothing really has changed the past year and a half.

"It's not your fault Natasha," he tells her, "This is all me. It never was and never will be your fault. I knew what I was doing, both times. This is all me and I have to deal with the consequences."

Before Natasha could speak they heard someone walking up the stairs. They looked over to see Steve come into view.

Bucky sighed. The last person he would want to see this, is the one that walks up. He already knew what Steve was going to say about it all. Steve won't admit it to Bucky, he knows how disappointed Steve is of him. In another way he didn't want to prove Steve right.

"Oh, hi Natasha," Steve surprisingly says.

"Hi," she awkwardly waved.

"Didn't know you would be here," he said, not giving Bucky his full attention.

"Yeah, I came with some of my sorority sisters."

"Oh, so you weren't invited," he side-eyed Bucky.

"No, just a coincidence," she cleared her throat.

"How perfect," Steve mumbled finally making eye contact with Bucky.

"Steve-"

"Where's Elizabeth?" Steve cut off Bucky.

"She went to her room," Bucky tells him.

"I'm assuming she saw this as well," Steve says waving his hand in between Natasha and Bucky. Natasha looked down and Bucky just nodded his head.

"You should go," Steve says looking first at Nat, then at Bucky, "Both of you." Natasha nodded her head, before slipping by Steve and down the stairs.

"If I could just explain what happened," Bucky pleaded.

"It's pretty clear as day what happened Buck," Steve harshly says, trying not to raise his voice, "Your hair, Nat's inside out shirt, an empty house. Come on Bucky, we're not fucking idiots."

"And with Natasha, again," Steve shakes his head, "There's nothing you could say that could fix all of this. Elizabeth gave you another chance, and you had sworn you weren't going to mess it up like last time. You had continuously said you were a changed man. Yet here we are in the exact same situation, we were in a year and a half ago."

"I didn't mean for this to happen," Bucky defended, "I had even ended it all with Nat. I swear. I was just as surprised as you were to see her here."

"Yeah, so surprised you decided to greet her with a fuck," Steve scoffed.

"Hey," Bucky raised his voice, pointing his finger at Steve, "That's not what that was. Natasha is not a 'fuck'. I care about her okay. I truly do."

"You sure have a great way of showing the women you love that you do."

"This wasn't supposed to happen," Bucky yelled, "You think I like doing this? You think I like treating Elizabeth or Nat like this? Fuck no. Do they deserve so much better than me. Yes. A million times yes. I don't know why I can't just fucking decide between the two of them."

"You really need to figure your shit out Buck, “Steve sighed, realizing arguing with Bucky isn't going to get anybody anywhere.

"We aren't kids anymore. You can't just keep going between Nat and Liz. You need to figure out what, who, you truly want to be. You can't keep being this person. I know you and I know you don't want to hurt anybody, but you are man."

"I just don't know what I want," Bucky confessed, shoulder slouching over defeated by all the pain and trouble he's caused those around him.

"Then take some time to figure it out," Steve says, "Work on yourself. More than just a year. Go see a therapist. There's only so much I can do to help. Once summer ends I'll be back in California. You also can't rely on others to get you out of your shit.

"You," Steve pokes Bucky's chest, "have got to want it. For yourself. Not for me. Not for your mom. Not for Natasha. Not even for Elizabeth."

Bucky nods his head, agreeing with everything Steve is saying. Really listening to his best friend.

"Buck, you do have to go though," Steve says softly placing his hand on Bucky's shoulder.

"I know," he sighs, "I'll be gone in the next hour."

Both men hug before parting ways.

Steve softly knocks on Elizabeth's door. He doesn't hear an answer, he carefully opens the door peering in.

"Liz, it's Steve, can I come in?" He says looking over to where she was sat on a bed, her back facing him.

She nods her head, hoping he sees not trusting her own voice.

Steve quietly enters the room and closes the door behind him, before going to sit next to Liz.

He quietly sat next to her, slowly putting his arm around her, bringing her close.

He knew that she was silently crying, and that all she wanted was silence.

All they could hear were the sounds of the fireworks going off outside. Steve looked up at the balcony doors facing them, and could see the sight of the colorful lights filling the darkening sky.

"Thanks," Elizabeth sniffled, lifter her head up, yet still avoiding eye contact with Steve.

Elizabeth couldn't help but feel embarrassed about the whole situation. She didn't want to bring any drama to this weekend, yet it some how followed her there.

"Anytime," Steve says, rubbing her back hoping she'll look at him, so he could get another confirmation that she was really okay.

"I'm such an idiot," she said, still focused on the balcony doors.

"No you're not," Steve says eyebrows furrowed from her response, "Bucky's the idiot. Not you."

"I am though," she finally turned her head towards him, making eye contact. Steve could see how her eyes were still glossy. He hated seeing her like this. It just made him want to go and punch Bucky in the face.

"Why did I think this time would be any different from last time?"

"Because Bucky swore to you that it was going to be," Steve tells her.

"Yeah, and like an idiot I believed him."

"If believing makes you an idiot then I must be one too, because I believed him as well," Steve tries to tell her, "We all thought things were different, even he did, but some people need more than a year to figure their shit out. And clearly Bucky needs that.

"And I'm not trying to defend him. That's the last thing I want to do. These are his own mistakes that he needs to fix himself. I just don't want you blaming yourself for something that had absolutely nothing to do with you."

"This is a reflection on James, not you," he tells her.

"Why did he have to do this again, with her of all people," Elizabeth's voice cracked, the tears beginning to fall down her face again.

There was no use in hiding the pain she was feeling. Bucky had once again broken her the only way he knew how.

"Honestly who the fuck knows," Steve says continuing to rub Elizabeth's back, "He doesn't even know, so that should be a clear indication that Bucky shouldn't be with anyone but himself."

"I will never be able to compete with someone like Natasha," she numbly says, staring back out the balcony doors, "I can't just take whatever I want with no care who gets hurt along the way. If that's who he really wants to be with, then we were never going to work. And I was still living in some damn fairytale to think everything would've been better this time around."

"And I think I'm more mad at myself," she says, "For allowing myself to fall back in love with him. When there were clearly so many signs that showed that he was hiding something the entire time. Like how could I be so naive to let this happen again. To let him break me again.

"I had been so happy before I came back home. I had felt like I was discovering who I'm supposed to be, and then I allow Bucky into this new chapter of my life. And he just goes and destroys that. And I let him. I let him affect me in such a way that I shouldn't have allowed him to. But yet here we are again, in the same position we were in a year and a half ago. But this time I have myself to blame. Fool me once shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me."

"Liz," Steve sympathetically says, unsure of what he could say.

"I know, I know, it's not my fault," she sighs, "Just let me wallow in my self pity for now."

"Okay," Steve said turning his head back towards the balcony doors to watch the fireworks.

They continued to watch the fireworks in silence.

"Shit," Elizabeth gasped startling Steve.

"What?" Steve asked grasping his chest from the slight jump scare.

"It's your birthday," she said.

"Yeah, you've already wished me a happy birthday," Steve said confused why she was bringing it up.

"No, I mean you're spending your birthday dealing with my shit, instead of out there, having fun, maybe on your way of getting laid," she rambled getting off of the bed.

"Liz calm down," Steve laughs staying seated on the bed reaching up and grabbing her hand to pull her back down to sit next to him.

"I'm ruining your birthday," she insists sitting back down.

"No you're not," he grins shaking his head, "Trust me. There's no place I'd rather be than here with one of my best friends."

He playfully nudged her shoulder with his. Elizabeth was confused why he was choosing her over actually having a good time. But one look at that beautiful smile of his showed her he was telling the truth.

"You're really going to choose me," Elizabeth said pointing at herself, "over birthday sex?"

Steve laughed out loud causing Elizabeth to join in.

"Trust me Liz, I was not planning on having any birthday sex this weekend," he assures her, "There's just too many people in the house for my comfort."

"Ah Stevie likes to be loud," she playfully joked.

"Wouldn't you like to know," he joked back, not able to control the blush creeping on his cheeks.

"Well since you won't be getting laid, how about you open the present I got you," she says getting up to grab the gift bag.

"Liz, you really didn't have to," he says as she hands him the bag.

"Hush, it's your birthday, now open it," she sat back down next to him, giddy with anticipation.

Steve smiled back at Elizabeth, feeding off of her energy. He opened the bag to pull out a new leather bound sketchbook and a brand new set of pencils.

"The guy at the store said those were the best ones," she says, "If they're not what you want the gift receipt is in the bag."

"No, these are perfect," he looked back at her in awe of the thoughtful gift.

"Thank-you," he reached over to hug her.

"You're welcome," she said into his shoulder.

Elizabeth didn't mean to but she took a whiff and caught the amazing smell that is Steve Rogers, cedarwood with a hint of lavender. She closed her eyes tightening the embrace a little more.

Steve was doing the same thing, taking in Elizabeth's classic Daisy by Marc Jacobs perfume. Her signature scent since freshman year of high school.

They slowly pulled apart, their faces inches from each other's, while they gazed into each other's eyes, as the fireworks went off in the background.

Steve's eyes flickered between Elizabeth's eyes and lips. He doesn't know what possessed him, but the next thing he knew was his lips on Elizabeth's.

Elizabeth was taken back at first, but then felt herself relaxing and kissing back.

It was almost like it was magnetic. Like they were destined to be kissing one another.

Steve quickly pulled away once the realization of what he was doing kicked in.

"I'm so sorry," he jumped off the bed, "I don't know what came over me. I definitely shouldn't have done that."

"Steve it's okay," Elizabeth stood up, trying to calm him down.

"No, it's not," he stressed pacing back and forth.

"Steve, I kissed you back," she tries to reason with him, "If I didn't want to kiss you, I would've pulled away."

"But I still kissed you. After all you've been through today, I should not have done that."

"Steve, if you're insinuating that you took advantage of the situation, you didn't," she tells him, "We were both caught up in the moment. If you hadn't kissed me first, I'm sure I would've done it."

"This was not how I wanted this to happen," Steve mumbled quietly.

"Have what happen like this?" Elizabeth asked, confused,

"I-," Steve paused, unsure of how he should say what he's been feeling these last couple of months.

"Steve?" Elizabeth quietly calls out.

"I-," Steve takes a deep breath and release, "Please don't let what I say ruin our friendship. Please know that this wasn't something I ever expected to happen."

"Okay," she nodded her head letting him continue.

"For the last couple of months, I might've started developing feelings for you," he tells her.

"Oh," she said not expecting him to say that.

"Believe me, I never planned on saying anything," he tells her, "Not when you and Buck had all this history. And most importantly not when you two decided to try again. This was a secret I was going to take to the grave with me."

"Why?" Elizabeth curiously asked.

"Because it's you, and there's Bucky."

"Not anymore," she says.

"What?" He asked taken back.

"There was Bucky. Emphasis on the was," she says grabbing his hands, "Bucky and I are done. For good. We shouldn't have even tried again."

Steve looked down at their entwined hands.

"I'm not saying we have to do anything now," she says causing Steve to snap his head back to her face, "I'm going to need some time to get over all this mess."

"Wait, what are you saying?" Steve asked confused out of his mind.

"I'm saying that I've kind of had a secret crush on you as well," she confessed,

"Since Loki's party to be more precise."

"Oh," Steve says stunned by the revelation.

"Yeah, but for the same reason you kept your's a secret, I kept mine. But he's not in the picture anymore."

"But I can't jump into this," she says, "Now with you of all people, because I don't want you to think you're just some second place prize. Cause you're not.

"You're my best friend. First and foremost. And I can't ruin that by rushing this. My heart still needs to mend from the damage Bucky has done. My mind needs to mend."

"I wouldn't want us to rush it as well," Steve agrees.

"I 100% understand it wouldn't feel right when you're not mentally into it. Not when your mind is elsewhere."

"I also don't want you to feel like you have to wait for me as well," she says, "because I don't know how long I'm going to need."

"Also I don't want you to feel like you have to be with me," Steve adds, "If you decide whenever you're ready to be with someone you won't hurt my feelings if you decide it's not with me. I'm a grown up, I can handle the truth."

"Okay," she let go on his hands and took a step back.

She held out her right hand, "You've got a deal."

Steve lets out a soft laugh and shook Elizabeth's hand, "Deal." ________________

The next morning everyone was lounging around. Tired from last night's festivities. Wanda and Elizabeth were lounging in the back drinking their coffee waiting for brunch to be ready.

"So are you going to tell me what really happened last night?" Wanda asked taking a sip from her mug.

"I did tell you the truth."

"Bull," Wanda said, "Did Bucky really have a family emergency?"

"That's what he said," Elizabeth shrugged.

"You're really not going to tell me what happened?"

"No, not yet," Elizabeth says, "All you need to know is that Bucky and I are officially done. And he had to leave early."

"Are you okay?'

"Currently?" Elizabeth ponders, "No. I just want to put it in the back of my mind for the rest of the weekend. I just want to enjoy this. Once I'm back to reality I'm sure I'll have another good cry.

"Then I'm sure I'll be ready to tell you everything that happened las tonight. But for now let's not even think about that."

"Whatever you say," Wanda said, taking another sip of her coffee watching Elizabeth closely.

Wanda wanted to keep asking questions but she knew Elizabeth's plan was probably for the better let her have her last two days of peace, because come Monday once Elizabeth is back in Brooklyn that'll all be out the window. And Wanda will be there to help pick up the pieces. __________________

Wanda was right. That Monday afternoon as they got back to the Sanchez house, Elizabeth let all her built up emotions out. She told Wanda everything that happened, even the kiss with Steve. Elizabeth expressed her confusion over everything. Wanda assured her that she didn't have to worry about anything or anybody but herself.

So that's what Elizabeth did.

A week after everything had happened Bucky tried to talk to Elizabeth.

"Bucky, I get that you're sorry about what had happened," Elizabeth said as they stood outside on her front porch.

"But as much as I love you and as much as I want to try and put this behind us, I can't," she told him, "You've done this to me two times already, and I can't do this with you again."

"No matter what you say, nothing is going to change my mind," she explained to him, "As much as I want to forgive you again and try and get pass this, I just can't put myself through all this again.

"I loved you with all of me and you destroyed that, twice. I won't let that happen again. I can't go through this again. All you know how to do is hurt me more than anyone else has ever done. I need to protect myself and to do that I can't be with you."

Bucky stared at the broken girl in front of him and nodded his head admitting defeat. He knew what she was saying all true, and there was no coming back from it. He made their kingdom fall apart and he had to live with the consequences from that.

That summer she spent most of her free time to herself. She would also see Steve once a week, they didn't classify those hangouts as dates since they were not going to rush anything.

At the beginning of August, Elizabeth went to go spend a week in Boston with Wanda and her family. It was a nice getaway from Brooklyn.

Once she was back she had two weeks before she moved back to California for the new school year. She was very excited to get back to her life there.

New York had officially destroyed her.

Elizabeth and Wanda got back to California a week before class had officially started. They spent that week unpacking and setting up their new apartment.

Once school had begun any chance of a social life kind of went out the window. Elizabeth threw herself into her school books. She would occasionally find herself being a third wheel now that Wanda and Thor were official. Loki also wasn't throwing as many parties as he used to because he was focused on graduating top of his class that year. On top of applying to the most prestigious law schools in the country.

Elizabeth did find herself lonely sometimes. Those around her had all mysteriously been paired off.

One three day weekend Elizabeth had the apartment to herself Wanda had gone off to Malibu with Thor, who had found a job in LA.

The dread of loneliness was overwhelming. So she found herself inviting Steve to stay the weekend, as friends of course. Steve did not hesitate to accept the offer. That Friday night he was sitting in Elizabeth's living room.

"What do you feel like eating?" Elizabeth asked Steve handing him some takeout menus.

"Lets go for this Italian place you're always raving about," he says handing her the takeout menu for the little mom and pop eatery.

"You're going to love this!" Elizabeth grinned with giddy.

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After dinner Elizabeth and Steve were sat on the floor of the living room, laughing and just enjoying each other's company.

"Remember in the seventh grad that horrible haircut you got the day before picture day," Elizabeth laughed leaning into Steve's left side.

"No, lets not remember that!" he laughed, "I can't believe my dad did that to me. My mom was so mad he did that."

"The fact that that's the photo your dad keeps in his wallet makes it even funnier."

"Hey at least you weren't brace face," she tells him.

There was a pregnant pause of comfortable silence.

"Thanks," Elizabeth quietly said.

"For?" Steve asked confused.

"Coming this weekend," she says, "And for being patient."

"Patient?"

"You know with everything," she awkwardly says playing with her fingers.

It clicked in Steve's head what Elizabeth meant.

"You definitely don't need to thank me for that," he tells her, "Plus like I said three months ago, it wouldn't have felt right, not after what had happened."

"I know," she says suddenly feeling insecure about herself, "I just don't understand why you would even want to wait for me."

"What do you mean?" Steve asked confused why she would even say that.

"I mean look at me," she says signaling to herself causing Steve to shake his head.

"I'm no Natasha," she timidly says, "I'm not bold like her. Or confident, or sexy."

"Stop," Steve sternly said, grabbing her face to look at his, "Do not and I repeat, do not compare yourself to Natasha Romanoff. Because you would win in a landslide."

"Please," she scoffed, trying to turn her head away but Steve wouldn't let her.

"Elizabeth Sanchez, you are the most smartest, kindest, sexiest person I have ever known. And the fact that you have no clue that you are just makes you even that more amazing. You don't think you're better than anyone else.

"You have never once looked down on others. You are the first person to reach out to someone in need, never expecting anything in return. You're right, you are no Natasha Romanoff, because you're a million times better."

Elizabeth had tears streaming down her face, completely stunned by Steve's words. she's never heard anyone speak about her in that light. She did the only thing she could think of to do. She closed the space between them, pressing her lips against his.

Steve was taken back at first, but quickly reciprocated the kiss.

They both slowly pulled apart.

"You didn't have to do that," Steve whispered.

"I know, but I wanted to. I've wanted to since your birthday, after we first kissed," Elizabeth confessed, "And it's the best way I could think of to thank you for those kind words. Over the last few months, you've just been my rock.

"I didn't think I would ever feel that way again. Not after everything. My self esteem really took a massive hit. And you've helped me rebuild that, just by being my friend. Listening whenever I I needed someone to vent to.

"You've never made me feel foolish about my feelings. You always make me see the good things in myself, as crazy as that might sound."

"So what does this exactly mean for us?" Steve askes pointing in between them.

"It means," she says reaching for his hands, "I'm ready to give us a try."

"Are you sure?" Steve asks her, trying to maintain his excitement.

"Incredibly sure," she smiles.

"Then I guess we're really doing this thing," he smiled, leaning in closer.

"I guess we are," she leaned in, closing the gap between them.

[demonsandmischief]

Love Times Three Pt. 1

A Marvel Two-Shot - Tony, Steve, OC

Captain America, Iron Man One-Shot, 1750 words

-Love Times Three (Part 1)-

Summary: Allie's life becomes entangled with those of the Avengers, and the power couple Steve and Tony both want her.

Note: This is an AU where everything is happy. Steve and Tony are in a relationship. Also, this will be a poly couple, mostly fluff. Please read at your own risk.

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"Steve, I told you to wrap your hands when you use a punching bag," Tony said when the captain had walked through the door of their home.

"I'm fine honey," Steve soothed, wrapping his arms around the smaller man. "I did wrap them at first, but the bandages kept getting in the way."

"I'm happy you're home. I missed you," Tony softly whispered. The couple only acted like this around each other. To the world, they had a tough exterior and a role to play, but together, they could finally be themselves.

"You know I always miss you, Tony," Steve said into his ear, rubbing his back in a loving manner.

Tony's cell phone ringing disrupted their moment, and the man gave an annoyed sigh before answering, "Stark."

"Tony, listen, there's been a situation," the voice of Rhodey comes through, concerning Tony who flashed a look to Steve.

"Cap's here. You're on speaker. Tell us what is going on," he said.

"Sam and I just freed a bunch of hostages for that mission I was telling you about."

The mission Rhodey was talking about was pretty simple. A terrorist group had kidnapped a coach bus travelling cross country, holding them all for ransom. That was pretty much the gist.

"I know the one," Stark said, his blue eyes meeting those of Captain's.

"Well, the place they went to, they found a girl who didn't belong and apparently has been kidnapped for a much longer time period."

"How is that an us problem?" Tony asked, dropping the attitude when Steve placed a warning hand on his shoulder.

"Nobody has claimed her. We don't know where she's from and she has not spoken one word. This one's in bad shape, guys, and we're a little unsure what to do," Rhodey said.

Steve spoke next, "Take her to the compound with you. Stark and I will be there in the morning for an update."

"Thanks, Cap," he said before ending the call.

Tony gave a huff, "You know, I really just wanted this to be an us weekend." He spun around, wrapping his arms around his man once more.

"I know," Steve bent his head to give Tony a soft kiss. "But maybe this is a bigger issue then we thought, and this girl might know something."

"Or we completely waste our time when there are plenty of things for us to do here."

"What kind of things?" Steve asked with a smirk, knowing exactly what he was referring to.

Tony stood up, pulling Steve's head down so he could reach the tall man's lips. The kiss was fiery and wet, and they both gave moans of approval.

"I'd give you more, but that was supposed to be a tomorrow thing," Tony said, trying to remain unaffected but his voice came out in pants.

"You're a damn tease, Stark," Cap said, swatting at his butt.

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The following morning, the pair headed out together. Tony griped the entire drive.

"Honey, after we check in and make sure everything is good here, we have the rest of the weekend together. I promise. I just can't ignore this feeling." Steve said, grabbing his man's hand and lacing their fingers.

They were greeted by Rhodey and Sam, who guided them to the room that the girl was staying in.

"We can't get her to eat, sleep, talk. Nothing," Sam said, as they looked at her through the one way glass.

She was a small girl, with long brown hair and doe-like eyes that were staring at the wall. Her shoulders were tense like she was prepping for an attack.

"Did you figure out her name?" Cap asked. Something was wrong here.

"No she hasn't said one word. Not even to Nat."

Tony shrugged, "Nat is terrifyingly intimidating though. What about Wanda?"

"We can't even bring her food. She freaks out when someone opens or closes the door. We thought she was going to pass out or have to be put on oxygen," Rhodey said.

"Let me go in," Steve said. For some reason, the pitiful girl was pulling at his heart strings.

"Cap, you're the biggest dude here."

Tony eyed him carefully, but didn't protest. Steve was soft-hearted and kind. He might actually be the perfect person for the job.

"This environment we're creating for her is obviously too similar to what she was in before. I want her to know she's not a caged animal," Steve said, clearing the way so he could open the door.

The girl noticed him immediately, pushing herself as far up against the headboard she could get, unable to move in sheer terror.

Steve was honestly at loss. How could he make himself look smaller and not scary?

He took a seat on the edge of the bed. "My name is Steve. I want to help you go home. You don't need to be afraid of me," he said as softly and sincerely as he could muster.

The girl was beautiful. She had soft features and big eyes. Her long hair accentuated the shape of her face. These thoughts were odd to the man that had only found his boyfriend attractive since he had been in the ice.

He sat there with her until she slowly calmed down. She relaxed from where she was pressed tensely against the bed.

"Can you tell me your name?" he asked, but received no response.

He asked her a few more questions, but she never said one word, she didn't even look at him.

"I won't ask anything else since you don't feel like talking," he murmured, standing to leave.

"Please," a faint, broken voice whispered, "please don't go."

"You don't want me to leave?" asked Steve.

The girl shook her head. "I don't like this room. I'm scared." The way she was acting broke his heart.

All of the rooms were the same. They were basically hospital rooms with the sterile, white look and feel.

"I can find you a new room. Let me talk to the others. I'll be right back, okay?"

She nodded once more.

Tony was the only one in the hallway watching through the glass. He had an odd look on his face.

"She's scared of the room," Steve said to him.

He took Tony's hand, walking them to some place empty, locking the door behind them.

"There's something about her, Steve," Tony whispered. "I hope you feel it too, or I am just making a fool of myself."

"No, honey," Steve comforted. He was relieved that he wasn't the only one combatting strange feelings. "I'm drawn to her and I don't know why."

"Maybe we were missing a piece of the puzzle all along," the smaller man said. They had given some thought to adding a third person to their relationship, but neither of them every felt comfortable enough to let their guard down. However, they were still two very dominant men that clashed often.

"Let's not get too ahead of ourselves here. We don't know who she is yet."

Tony nodded his head, "I do love you, Steve."

"I love you with all my heart," Steve murmured, nuzzling his face in Tony's neck, leaving little kisses.

"Let's get her to stay with us. It won't be as overwhelming for her and she might open up more," Tony said.

"Are you sure that's what you want?"

"I wouldn't suggest it if I didn't want it."

They'd have to get her comfortable with Tony first, so when the captain entered the girl's room a second time, he told her all about his boyfriend.

The sound of his voice alone comforted the girl, relaxing her immensely. He was the only one that stayed when she panicked.

"Would you like to meet him?" Steve asked gently, and the girl nodded, almost eagerly.

When Tony entered, she surprisingly didn't freak out.

Tony took a seat on the edge of the bed by Steve and introduced himself.

"I'm Allie," the girl whispered, gaining two blinding smiles.

"Allie, is somebody missing you?" Tony asked very gently, a tone he rarely used.

She frowned, shaking her head no. She reached up to rub her eyes and sniffled slightly.

Steve could sense her distress and longed to comfort her. He patted the bed closest to him and opened his arms. "Come here," he said.

She obeyed, moving to curl up close to the warm man who wrapped his arms around her protectively.

"It was my dad," she whispered. "He worked for the group that kidnapped those people. He knew I would say something so he locked me up."

"He locked you up?" Tony asked with disbelief. "For how long?"

"A long time. Years," Allie hid her face in Steve's side. Tony rubbed her back.

Steve and Tony shared a look. They were pissed that someone would do such a thing to a girl that was calm and kind.

"Did they do something to you other than lock you up?" Steve asked.

Allie made a distressed cry that gave them the answer they needed. Only time would tell what she had been truly been through, and it was safe to say that the two men were beyond upset.

There was something about Allie that drew them in. She was adorable first off, but she was also strong. No ordinary person would have made it through what she did.

"Allie, you told me you didn't like this room," Steve started.

"So Steve and I were thinking you could come stay with us at our house. What do you think?" Tony finished.

"Yes please," she whispered. Allie had always been alone, but with these two men giving her attention and being so caring, it felt like she finally had someone in her corner. They both were very attractive, but more importantly, they were patient and didn't look at her like she was a ticking bomb.

"I'll tell the others the news so we can get out of here," said Steve.

----

"What were the both of you doing in there with her and why wasn't she freaking out? Did you send Wanda in?" Natasha asked immediately, where she had been observing from the window.

"No, it was just us. Her name is Allie and she's going to go home with us. Can you tell the others so they aren't looking for her?"

"Are you sure that's a good idea, Steve? Maybe she needs to go to the hospital instead," Nat argued.

"It's what she wants. Stark and I both agree with her," Captain said with his no argumentment tone.

Nat nodded, "I'll tell the others."

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A/N: I'm so excited for Part 2. The story is set up so the fluff can come now. :) Please don't plagiarize or post elsewhere. I hope you enjoyed! Stay tuned!

[maevemarethyu]

Unexpected (2/?)

You weren’t expecting it. Neither of you were.

That didn’t mean you weren’t happy with how it ended.

Warnings: Cheating, Threats, Sad Boi Hour, Heatbreak, I’m not quite sure what else.

Steve and Sam are waiting for Bucky when he walks into the shared living room; looking every part of a pair of worried parents. The familiarity of it lifts a weight from his shoulders. Meeting you hadn’t been what he expected, then again, he didn’t know what he was expecting in the first place.

He only knew that you weren’t it and he was glad.

“How’d it go? You rushed outta here before either of us could stop you.” Steve worries, resting a hand on his best friend’s shoulder. Steve had been there for him for as long as Barnes could remember and Sam had been a rock keeping the two old men above water in the new age.

“Y/N is something.” He mutters cryptically as he crashes onto the couch, mind swirling as he tries to make sense of everything that had happened. The lack of elaboration has his friends looking at him for an explanation.

“Something as in good or something as in she threw something at you and called you a liar before chasing your ass away from her house.” Sam asks, taking the seat next to Barnes and earning a glare.

Good. You were definitely good despite your very bad situation. He had run to you half cocked with no plan and laid what was probably the worst news possible on you while your kid was asleep in the other room.

“She- They- a kid. She has a daughter named Laysa. Four weeks old.” Disbelief laces his voice. He could understand why Claire would cheat on him; he was a broken weapon made by HYDRA with more issues than Time Magazine. But, you?

He couldn’t understand why anyone would cheat on you. You were beautiful and thoughtful and the brief glimpse he’d caught of the fire in your eyes made his stomach twist in a way he didn’t want to elaborate on for a long while.

And you had a child. Patrick had a family with you; a domestic life Claire had snubbed Bucky for desiring.

“What?” Steve says through grit teeth. The Captain was like his friend; he too wanted to eventually settle down and start a family. When they were younger, the two Brooklyn boys had it all planned out. They’d marry the loves of their lives and get houses side by side; their kids would grow up together and they’d take turns having Sunday brunches at each other’s houses till they were old and gray.

The dream may have been postponed a few decades but, when Bucky told Steve about proposing to his long-time girlfriend, he was happier than he could ever remember being. After all the shit HYDRA put him through, he was glad Buck had found a nice girl like Claire.

How wrong he had been.

“You did the right thing telling her. She deserved to know.” Sam adds but, Bucky just shakes his head.

“I could have worded it better.” He admits, twisting the ring on his finger. “She opened the door and I blanked. Then I basically yelled it in her face: Your husband is fucking my wife.”

He watches Steve’s face go red from secondhand embarrassment and Sam fails in holding back a laugh but, they all fall silent when someone clears their throat. Barnes feels the hairs on the back of his neck raise as he reluctantly turns to face the new person in the room. A person he had purposefully left out of this because A. She was on a mission and B. He thought she would raise hell when she found out.

“Hey Nat…” Steve coughs awkwardly.

Fresh off a hard mission, covered in scrapes and bruises, and scowl on her face; Natasha Romanoff looked ready to raise all seven layers of hell.

“Someone. Explain.” She asks calmly… too calmly. It unnerves the three men in the worst way possible and Bucky’s explaining the situation before his brain can catch up. Once he’s finished, the woman simply mutters an okay before walking out of the room and leaving the trio speechless.

She returns a minute later in a fresh change of clothes and is stuffing knives in different pockets of her pants.

“What are you doing?” Sam asks, curious and worried at the same time.

“I’m going to fucking kill them.” She announces, making her way to the door. If it were anyone else, Barnes would have thought it was a joke but, he knew Natasha. He knew what happened to people that hurt her family and, even thought he loathed himself for it, he still cared about Claire.

“Natalia.” She stops with a huff when Bucky calls her name. “Please, don’t.”

For once, she doesn’t fight him and she instead takes a seat on the armchair across from him.

“If I ever see her again, I will not hesitate. I mean it Bucky.”

“She doesn’t even know I know yet. Neither of them do. Y/N wants to wait until her divorce papers are ready.” Her green eyes soften at his obvious pain. In all the years they’d known each other, she’d never seen him like this. “Her friends are lawyers and she asked if I wanted to meet them with her tomorrow.”

“I hope you said yes.” To his surprise, its Steve that says it. Out of everyone in this room, he’d have thought Steve would be the one handing out second chances. In a messed-up way, he was glad the courtesy didn’t extend to cheating spouses.

“I did. We’re meeting for breakfast.” He nods, and the three Avengers let out a collective sigh of relief.

“Mr. Barnes.” FRIDAY’s voice echoes in the silent room. “There is a Miss Y/N Voight calling for you. Should I take a message?”

As soon as the AI says your name, his breath catches in his throat and his mind goes straight to the worst-case scenario: Patrick came home and something happened to either you or Laysa.

“No, you can patch her through Fri.”

There’s a shuffle over the speakers before your voice is heard.

“Hello? James?” To his relief, you didn’t sound any more distressed than you were when he left.

“I’m here Y/N. I’ve got Steve, Sam, and Nat here with me. Is everything alright?”

“Oh, hi other Avengers. Yeah, it’s just that I called Matt’s secretary and explained the situation. She told me to bring any official pre-nuptial documents with us tomorrow and figured I should let you know but, I didn’t have your number. Had to call the station to get this one.”

He didn’t like the idea of you calling your husband’s place of work but, you didn’t sound bothered by it and he hopes its because you managed to avoid talking to him directly.

“Секретарь? Я думал, вы сказали, что юристы - ее друзья.” The secretary? I thought you said the lawyers are her friends. Natasha asks in her mother tongue, a habit she and Barnes had gotten into whenever they needed to have a private conversation, and the man shrugs.

“Они мои лучшие друзья и заботятся обо мне.” They're my best friends and, they care about me. You reply without missing a beat, catching everyone in the room off guard. “If I tell them before tomorrow, nothing is stopping them from finding and maiming Pat… my soon-to-be ex-husband. You aren’t the only one with scary friends Barnes.”

Your words were so brazen that Bucky could picture you sitting on the phone with a smirk on your face as clear as day and a grin finds its way onto his face; earning a curious glance from Steve.

“Anyways, I’ve gotta go. Laysa’s fussing.” Sure enough, a sharp cry comes from the speaker. “I’ll see you tomorrow James and, I guess goodnight everyone else? Keep up the good work? Bye.”

When the call ends, everyone’s eyes turn to Bucky and he keeps his head down. It was kind of you to risk a confrontation with your husband to help him get prepared for tomorrow. He couldn’t imagine being kind in a situation like yours. You had a child to worry about through this; you had every right to be bitter.

“Fri. Can you print out-“

“Already on it Mr. Barnes.” The AI announces and, not for the first time, Bucky is grateful for Tony’s stubbornness. If it weren’t for Stark there wouldn’t be any pre-nuptial documents. James had thought it a waste of time when it was first brought up but, it looks like he’d need to thank the billionaire once more for forcing him to sign the papers.

“She sounded oddly cheery for someone who just found out their husband was cheating on them.” Sam frowns, causing Bucky to look at him in confusion.

Did Sam not hear the way your voice cracked when you mentioned calling the station? Could he not tell you had just cried your voice hoarse? Was he oblivious to you attempt of covering up your pain with thinly veiled humor?

No, you were not cheery. You were shattered, just like him but, you were trying your best to seem put together. He could see right through you. His friends though, they didn’t seem as attuned to your sorrow.

“We all process grief differently. For all we know, she’s still in shock.” Steve reasons, ever the mediator.

“She sounds like she has her hands full.” Natasha hums in agreement. “She’s probably focused all of her attention on the baby. I know it helped Laura whenever Clint was away on missions.”

You were coping, in your own way. Barnes decided to take your lead, standing from his seat.

“Heading to bed Buck?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you all in the morning.” He lies before leaving in the direction of his room. He wouldn’t be able to sleep, not with the images of Claire and Patrick burned into his eyelids so, he bypasses his bedroom and makes his way to the gym a floor below. He hated lying to his friends but, they were like yours, they cared about him almost too much. They were always so eager to help and he was grateful for it, really, but sometimes he needed to be alone in order to work through whatever problem he was having. The man liked his solitude.

When Bucky had told Steve he wanted his own apartment, the blonde nearly had a conniption but, he eventually relented and together they had found a place not too far from the compound. Right now, he was missing his little slice of solitude.

Thankfully, the gym is deserted when he arrives and, as he sets up a punching bag, his mind wanders; remembering times when his life wasn’t so damn complicated. Back when he’d spend the afternoon looking down alleys to make sure Steve wasn’t getting his ass handed to him. Back when the most he had to worry about was whether to take Sally or Jane dancing that evening.

He can only stay in that headspace for so long before he’s back to reliving the worst moment of his new life. He had thought he finally got it right with Claire; he used to think she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, she was smart, a kick-ass agent, she made him feel like he was able to put himself together again with her help. She was too good for him and he used to think it was only him who thought it.

After years of being together, she’d finally thought it too.

A hard jab to the bag slices it open, pouring sand into his sneaker and he almost yells in frustration. Then he remembers you and the way you chucked your phone past his head without so much as a sound. His anger was explosive but, yours? Your anger was silent and seething; dare he say calculating.

He wondered if you’d look as lovely screaming as you did seething before shaking the thought from his head with wide eyes. Whenever he and Claire argued; whether or not she was pretty was the last thing on his mind.

Comparing you to his wife should have been the last thing on his mind but, no matter how hard he tried, your face was the one to pop up when he lost focus. He wasn’t upset by it thought, he’d much rather remember your face instead of Patrick and Claire’s in the throes of passion.

Yeah, he’d much rather remember how nice your smile was as you got your daughter’s bottle ready.

[othersideoftheparadise]

Tampered [3/?]

Sam Wilson x cis fem! reader

Warnings: Spoilers for TFAWS. Mentions of blood, alcohol poisoning, graphic mentions of violence. This is the first time I'm ever writing something like this, so I'm open to constructive criticism.

Word count: 4.3 k ish.

Read Part 1 and Part 2 here.

2000

Dull pain thrummed between your eyes as the butt of the gun connected your forehead, almost making your vision black. It felt like needles pricking the skin all at once. You had to finish the mission. Your recovered, maintaining your balance back again, ignoring the pulsing pain, gripping the knife tucked in behind the belt, you dodged the punch aimed at your gut. You kicked your feet off the wall behind, as the boost gave you enough height to strike down the enemy, slashing his neck open right by the artery. Killing the very last attacker in the room. He slumps down with a thud, with blood splaying everywhere.

As the adrenaline rush wearied off, you were hungry now rather than being nervous about your mission. It was your duty to clear off the path for the Soldat and always look behind his back, just in case. More like a worm pierced onto the fishing hook for fishing. It was more like being assigned to be a bait for clearing the path.

You had to report back to the assigned rendezvous point, as you were told to be, but hunger made your ears ring. You did not have time to dwell upon in the middle of the mission, but the sweet aroma of freshly baked, warm bread and the sight of a boy around your age licking his fingers as he gobbled down plum pie definitely wanted you to think twice. Searing waves of hunger pangs hit, subconsciously leading your feet towards the boy. Hearing another set of footsteps approaching, you tried to shimmy behind the garbage bin behind, only to be yanked out by the man you never wanted to deal with.

The Soldat.

He looked down at you with his eyes reflecting no expression behind the mask. He dragged you by your hand as you protested.

“Let me go!” you trashed in, kicking and grunting against his firm grip.

‘Салдат, принеси с собой цечку, немедленно.,’ You heard the voice on the other side through the earpiece.

“N-No, No, I don’t want to go, it is so dark and p—please.” Blood was rushing to your head all at once, pulsing every beat. You didn’t want to go back. You wanted to stall as the feeling of fear overwhelmed sank into the gut.

Confusion was written all over his face; you could sense his hesitation. Previous mission with the Soldat ended up with him screaming for minutes in pain and agony when he had disobeyed. The people in the base never threatened but always made sure that you were present during the electroconvulsive therapy and when he was kept in cryo till the next session.

Shifting weight from one leg to another, your heart lurched, and your stomach tugged as you were closer to the destination. He was bruised and was limping by the time he had found you, but now he was straight up rigid, listening to the command. You remembered his gut-wrenching screams piercing in, and he took you back to the rendezvous point before the cleaning crew showed up.

“I’m sorry. I was just fascinated by this. I don’t know what to call it, but this part seems to be important. Who is Nakajima?” where he was pressing all the wrong buttons. Zemo was one of those only men; you were eager to know what was going on in his head.

Here he was playing the role of sugar-daddy, prodding over. What was more important was how Bucky never told you that your neighbour Nakajima was one of the people on the list of his amends. It was on you that you had expected him to tell you; he had no obligation that he had to.

“If you touch that again, I’ll kill you.” Bucky let-go of Zemo’s neck.

Sam visibly tensed up, looking at them, “I’m sorry. I understand that list of names. People you’ve wronged as the Winter Soldier.”

So, this was the reason why he wanted to move in.

Part of you was disappointed, but you had no right to have expectations. It was his own decision, and you had to respect it.

On the other hand, it was Zemo. It made you wondering for a while about how he was able to sit in the same room as you did. He should be angry, angry for rotting in prison after avenging his family’s death. This guy was surely a good spy and was very skilled; this was another reason you had to keep an eye on him.

Zemo devised a plan, laying out different people to meet in and around, starting from Madripoor. The city that had loose laws hence had better leverage for things to go according to him.

“It’s kept its lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.” Zemo let Bucky know.

“That is not going to work.”, this plan was going to fail; Bucky can become the Winter Soldier but cannot act like one.

“And why would you say that?” his interest piqued. He obviously knew this better than anyone else. If this was one of his mind-games to rile you up, it was not happening anymore.

“Well, it was something that he was conditioned to do in his subconscious. Not in his real-time. He does not know to pretend like one.”

“Alas, we do not have a better plan, do we?” he replied back.

Knives, Check.

Guns, Check.

You found yourself scrolling aimlessly through the local television, making sure that your eyes did not skitter over to the suit that was draped over him, fitting neat and tight.

Holy fucking shit.

You had to physically make sure that you were not watching him, straining your vision onto the screen. He looked like a mafia drug lord. You knew that you would be floored if he had opted to wear the shirt with his sleeves rolled up. You wanted to have more of the Sambal and rice that was served in the morning. The appetite had appeared out of nowhere.

“Alright, I’ll be leaving now. Ping me when you’re done with your business or in case of an emergency. I’ll be looking over from the second floor, from the lodge opposite to the pub.” Part of you did not trust Zemo, but you were sure that Sam and Bucky would be able to handle themselves.

Mentally slapped yourself, ignoring the looks thrown at you. All of this would be over for once and all if the plan had worked out, and you would tell Sam that you would be leaving.

Putting the food on the plate you waited, you made sure that table was all set up before Sam came back from his jog. Things were awkward, to say the least, and tiring as well. You couldn’t care less about how people showed false compassion at Nat’s funeral, making you roll your eyes. One thing that always made you regret that you did not have anything that belonged to Nat other than her memories. Everything had burned down once Bruce snapped, even before the team could comprehend her death. It was so unfair that everything that belonged to her had been destroyed, wiping out her entire existence as if she had never existed in the first place.

Another headache was pulsing in, beating in the hollow space with every heartbeat. You heard the door slam shut, reminding you that Sam had indeed returned from the run. Here you were, preparing breakfast, soaking in the domesticity in the world where she was already forgotten. She deserved to live, live a good life after all of this with Steve. Sunlight shimmying into the house made it look like the future that you had always wanted. This was too good to be true; the team was still recovering from the loss.

Sam and you both were still managing to barely keep the relationship tied together as the honeymoon phase after the blip had ended. The real world was settling in. You had seen him struggling to set into the new world, where people had moved on without him. You tried your best to ignore it because it always ended with ‘let me handle it’ ending the conversation.

“Hey, are you listening to me?”, He asked digging in, looking over for a response. “I said that the food is delicious. It is terrific.”, He reassured after seeing you cock an eyebrow.

“I appreciate it, Sammy.”, you smiled, remembering how Nat opened up to you saying that she always wanted a family with Steve, wanted a life, a life that you were living now.

“Hey, look at me.”, he hooked your chin with his finger, lifting up. “Thinking about her is not going to bring her back alright, but you can talk to me. I’m right here. It is okay, not to be okay.”, He looked at you with all sincerity that he could muster.

All you wanted was to scoff, scoff at how he was always ready to help others but dealt with his problems all by himself.

“They were supposed to get married!”, This was when the heaviness in chest grew heavy. He was physically taken back by the new information. Maybe he didn’t know about it yet.

Shit.

“And really, Sammy? I could say the same to you. I get it, alright. I get it that we both are going through a tough phase, but I have wanted to say the same to you. All you say is ‘I can do this and shut me out.” You emphasize with your fingers, seeing his tense shoulders.

“You are so careful around me all the time that you physically look like you’re embracing yourself for shit to collapse.”, This was it; you had been waiting for weeks to say this. You saw his jaw tick with all the tension that he had been gritting in and holding back.

“N-no, No, I don’t want to go in there. Do you understand? I get what you are trying to say, but it is just that I need some time to open up about everything. The world did not wait for anyone and has been running even in all those five years.”, He said, pointing at the window.

“I need some time, m’kay? I need some time to adjust to all of this.”, He was ambiguous.

“This is how our relationship is, Sammy. We don’t talk. This-this is why you are always on alert mode whenever you are with me because you think you have to keep reasoning every time anything happens. Y-You also think that you’re better off without telling anyone about your problems.”, Emphasising the conversation, you sat looking dead in his eyes. This flared anger in him, flickering like a spark staring out a fire.

“Why does every conversation we have, has to end up about our relationship? And no, you’re wrong this time; it is not that I don’t want to talk to you about it. It is just that I need some time.”, He reasoned, trying to explain, taking deep breaths.

You both had arguments almost every single day. It was emotionally exhausting. You could not imagine what he must be going through now that everything had resumed.

“This is what I am talking about. We both have grown out of this relationship, and we have different opinions, which is absolutely fine.”, He was positive, scrapping the chair away. “But I need a break; I need a break from all of this. It is just that you and I are dealing with different things, and I’m tired of explaining this to you every time.”, He said with certainty.

It really did take some time for his words to sink in, but he was crystal clear. He approached you, instantly regretting his words.

“You’re right, Sam.”, You stared aimlessly, getting up.

“H-Hey, I did not mean it.”, his voice dropped, lacing with sadness, looking at you.

“Stay there and sit down; this is your house.”, you emphasized, motioning him. He looked distraught as seriousness stetted in.

“No, Wilson. I understand; you are right. We need a break, and this is not working out because we both need time. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I was selfish and insensitive about what you are going through right now.”, Sighing you carried yourself to pack up, ignoring the headache pounding in. He didn’t deserve any of it. He deserved someone better than this.

“It is just that I’m not in the right headspace right now. I’m sorry.” You repeated again, walking out. You were too afraid to think how different life would have been if the snap had never happened. Simultaneously, you imagined how Nat would have cussed you back and forth for ruining your relationship.

“Hey James, do you have a spare room to crash in for few days?”, You whispered into the phone, hearing the beep sound.

Before you knew, you saw Zemo, Sam, and Bucky scrambling around, confused. You sighed, loading your gun, firing off people who were attacking them right away. Another line of fire came out of the window beside yours, halting immediately after the attackers were down.

What the hell?

“Wow, look at you all dressed down to take out the bad guys.”, you had sensed her but not this close. Maybe you were getting slow.

You looked up at the women, who had saved Steve and Sam back in the day. To be honest, you had forgotten about her and knew why she was ignorant about the whole situation, “I know why you’re all bitter. I’m sorry that we did not come back.”, you signified, raising up for hands, surrendering.

“Oh please, there is a difference. It is always easy for people like you to say ‘sorry’ not knowing what someone else had to go through.”, Sharon scoffed, pointing the gun.

You were also curious about what she was going to do further, as she pressed the gun to for back, guiding you to lead the way. The whole situation turned around when Sharon agreed to help in for the next lead.

Sam looked far by uncomfortable as he tugged his collar out for more air. He was sweltering down as he reached the condo.

“What’s wrong, Sam?”, You asked as he looked like he was going to collapse, unable to walk. He huffed, struggling to take out the phone that was buzzing in his pant pocket.

“Wait, let me take it out for you.”, You knew that something was wrong, but you did not want to use your powers to find out without his consent. You heard his breath hitch as you moved closer to him.

This was definitely weird.

“Just do it soon.”, His voice turned hoarse, gritting his teeth. He visibly shivered as you skimmed your fingers into the pocket to take out his phone. It was Sarah. You saw his eyes glistening as he grabbed his phone, walking straight into the room, shutting the door with a loud bang.

You almost heard Bucky snort, making you sharply turn around in his direction. What had happened down there, pushing Sam into a situation like this?

“Bucky, what did you do?” you marched as Sharon huffed, settling down to look at the show you all were putting up.

“I-I didn’t do anything. It was not me, okay.”, He stammered, with his eyes wide. He was practically pressing himself into the sofa.

“It was wine. The snake wine he drank.”, Zemo quipped in, shifting your attention.

“What? What on the fresh hell is a snake wine?” you were bewildered, to say in the least.

You heard, Oh-s and Aah-s, as Sharon spoke up, “Snake wine is assumed to be an aphrodisiac and is believed to make people strong.”, She said, gesturing at her biceps.

“It is a what?!”

“Hey, calm down, listen to me; I’ll arrange someone to buy sex toys with lots of food and hydration. It can go on for hours, but who knows.”, She nodded looking at you.

“Okay”

“No wonder he couldn’t run in those heels.”, Bucky muttered, looking around, shifting around.

You all discussed your next lead that was tipped off in the bar, hearing Sam throw up. This was not a good sign.

“Bucky, please hand me over the medicine kit. I’ll take care of him.”, You rushed in, locking the door.

The whole room was a mess, with everything strewn all over the place. The acrid smell of vomit filled in your lungs as you saw a tired Sam collapsed on the floor.

Oh my god.

“Sammy, hey, look at me.”, you were trying to shake him into consciousness. His eyes were rimmed red as he looked at you. Wiping him down with a warm washcloth, you could feel pain rattle his lungs, and somehow, it had only become worse.

“Come on, Sammy.”, You helped him lay down on the bed, ignoring his burning skin. You knew what you had to do; he was just at the brink of passing out and threw up almost everything you tried to make him drink.

This was not a good sign; with the mind racing with endless possibilities, you did not want to be terrified. You had seen what death was, but looking at Sam right now, did make you remember when he was dusted away during the snap. Living through all the madness, running from one place to another, it was Sam who made you feel human.

“Sam, do you trust me?”, You knew that this was not entirely consensual, but he was only a human after all.

“I—I do. I do.”, he was dazed by all the alcohol and the dehydration.

Removing the wristwatch, you concentrated on the energy from the center, carmine red flickers spasmed through your palms. Pressing them to his warm chest, you imagined him healing from inside as you felt the energy radiating off his body.

He had visibly calmed down, looking down at you. “Is this how you saved Pietro?.,” He looked at you incredulously.

“What?” you were the one staring back in shock, moving away.

Oh no.

“Don’t worry, Wanda accidentally slipped when she was talking about Ultron, but I didn’t know you it was going to be something like this.”, he huffed. The furrow of his eyebrow explained for itself. He did not push it further as he got up to clean the mess, not looking back.

“Sam, I can explain,” “No Y/N, you don’t have to. You don’t owe one.”, He said, not looking up.

“Talk to me Sam, I know that look on your face. You’re angry.”, You tried talking to him, rushing on your feet, closer to him.

“I’m angry because I’m an idiot. Just like I said, you don’t owe me an explanation. I had my doubts after the blip when things were quickly found and how everything is always rearranged like the clappers. You look more alive than ever but older at the same time, and I don’t understand a damn thing.”, he said, chucking the sheets into the laundry basket.

“I did not want to tell it to anyone because I’m already an outcast for not being normal. People look at me in fear and disgust after knowing who I am.”, You tried explaining to him. This was wrong; finding out something like this made the situation worse.

“Look, I get it; I’m really thankful that you saved my life today.”, You signaled him to be quiet as you scanned around. Flares shimmered away from you throughout the room, creating dark midnight hues, with a glint of yellow flaring over them.

He looked more confused than ever.

“Ah, it keeps happening all the time. I don’t know why the colors keep changing, but this one is always prominent.”, you explained, gesturing at the blue orb.

“How long have you been doing this?”, he asked putting on his clothes.

“It was in 2012. I acquired them when I was trying to get Loki off from smuggling the tesseract. I don’t know how but I understood that he was possessed. I tried negotiating, talking sense into him. I told him that I knew what was going on and was trying to help him out. He told me that he would kill me, so I threatened to destroy the tesseract out of stupidity. One thing led to another, and I crushed it with his scepter. The next thing that I knew, that was I was in a hospital bed out for almost a month.” You summarized.

“Wait, and no one knew about it?” Sam was surprised processing in. “No signs of any radiation, damage, or anything?”

“No, it turned out that Loki had used his powers and transferred the blow to the other side of the portal. On the other hand, I did not show any remains of radiation. I don’t know how.”, he was more concerned.

“So, you’re saying that Loki’s intentions were not to destroy New York.”, He sat down, rubbing his palms together.

“No, it was Thanos. He had caught Loki wandering off in space when he committed suicide jumping off the rainbow bridge in Asgard. He made a negotiation by torturing Loki to bring Tesseract and the Septer to him.”

“Which is around two stones, right? Then why would he send Loki, when he could do the job himself?”, he was trying to come out with a possible explanation.

“I don’t know what his true intentions were, but when we’re doing our research on stones during the time heist, we came to a conclusion that he had done the same with the power stone as well. He negotiated with Ronan to wipe out half of Xandar in exchange for the power stone. He did the same thing with Loki too. Give him an army to invade and rule the earth in exchange for the stones.”

“So, this was more like killing two birds in a stone.”, he completed your sentence looking up at you.

“It was also another reason why I never initiated any interest, even though I really liked you a lot when you let us into your home for the first time.”, you confessed, picking upon the fabric of your pants.

“What?” he was letting the new information sink in.

“Technically, it was in the closet when we were trying to set up Steve and Nat together.”, You were feeling guilty that you did not give him any time to process the information.

“Do you regret it?”, He had an unreadable expression on his face.

“I regret a lot of things, Sam. You have to be more specific.”, From what life had thrown you into different situations, one thing that you were sure about having a life with normalcy was that you liked Sam. As a person, a friend, and someone you could rely upon.

“You know what I mean.”, the hardness in his stare threw you off. It was something that was never directed at you.

“I do, Sam. I do. Call it fate or whatever you want; I had hope before the blast had happened. Retire one day and have a normal life. I was convinced that I would not use my powers because I was tired of people exploiting me.”, There were times when blood samples were taken, right before and after having meals. It mostly ended up you hearing gossip about how the blood work always turned out to be normal as guards walked down the narrow corridor, assuming you were asleep.

“From H.Y.D.R.A.to SHEILD, I do not want anyone come after me, and then I met you.”, pinching out splinters from the window, you give yourself a second to continue. “I almost convinced myself that I would always avenge and fight for the rest of my life. This is going to sound really cheesy, you know?”

“It is all kinds of normal; that is what makes us human.” He was looking at the wool rug spread across the floor, nodding at you to continue.

Well then.

“When I met you, I started liking you throughout the years after we met. For who you are, you’re your maturity, goofiness with a pinch of cockiness that comes out every now and then, but you are also respectful at the same time.”

He was looking up at you with a calm look on his face. On the other hand, you were almost shaking because it was always him before the snap who initiated everything. Initiated talks, initiated to join into conversations when Steve and Nat bickered around, initiated to go out for a date in Wakanda and the night you two had before the battle. This was new, but the burden of carrying all of these secrets alleviated your shoulders; maybe this could give you closure. Closure on how you can never change what had happened but only move on.

‘One step at a time,’ like Steve said.

“It is just- I was so scared, I guess. I was not decisive, and my feelings just grew stronger.” You sat down, with eyes swimming all over the room, landing at Sam, who was now sitting down across you. It was like he had heard your thoughts, now that you noticed him in a black turtle neck cotton shirt. This was your Sam sitting close to you, but not close enough. You wanted to be confused as to why you longed for his presence, but it was crystal clear. With realization seeping into bones, you had to accept that you deserved an ordinary life, but Sam deserved better. Better than all of this mess. What if someone had come looking out for him because of you?

“I need some time away from you, Y/N, so that I can decide when we both sort out about this because I don’t want to swing back and forth if I’m honest with you. This is about me, deciding for myself.”, dissolving the encased power that had kept you both from prying ears, Sam jumped when he heard strings of notifications pinging in.

You heard the sound of your ringtone to see Sarah calling in.

“Do you want to talk to her? I, uh—meant that she called you hours ago.”,

“Nah, just talk to her. She might be calling you for a reason.”

Next part

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Come Back: Chris

CW: Police brutality/violence, references to past noncon/violence and conditioning, blood, stimming, head banging, self-injury (largely accidental), references to murder (none occurs). 

Chris wakes up to the sound of pounding on the front door.

It’s warm in the bed, curled between Jake and the wall, and at first Chris thinks the sound is part of a dream or just someone running down the stairs, but then Jake goes very still next to him, every muscle tense, and Chris understands that the sound, whatever it is, is bad. 

BAM-BAM-BAM. 

“Open up!”

Loud voice, deep, slightly muffled through the front door.

“Shit,” Jake whispers, a nearly-silent breath of sound, and that’s wrong, too. Jake makes bear noises when he wakes up, wordless little grunts and angry sounds as consciousness filters back in. Jake makes sleepy sounds, because he doesn’t sleep enough, and when he wakes up he has to fight off his brain from dragging him back asleep.

Chris knows everybody’s wake-up sounds, they tell him what his day will be like. Leila yawns, high-pitched, arms over her head with stretch. Antoni mumbles to himself, talks his way through his routine. Nat hums little songs she calls hymns and says have something to do with redemption. Chris knows all the sounds of good days.

Jake without bear noises means a bad day, except it’s not even day, because it’s still pitch-black outside and Chris’s head feels fuzzy with sleep. He looks at Jake’s clock - he can read numbers, if he’s careful and doesn’t think of them as words - and sees 3:45.

For a second Chris wonders, surreally, if Sir had a party run late again, if he’s woken up beside someone else’s pet and there’ll be explanations again-

“J-Jake?” That’s Leila, calling out from her room down the hall, and Jake pushes himself up on his elbows, the mattress shifting with his weight. “Jake, is everything okay?”

“What’s that sound, Jake?” Antoni, his accent slipping back in from sleepiness and worry. Chris can picture him, his fuzzy curly hair a mess of blondish-brown around his head. “What’s that sound mean?”

The pounding on the door again. BAM-BAM-BAM. BAM-BAM-BAM.

“Shit,” Jake says again, louder this time. His eyes are wide in the darkness, owl-eyes. “Fuck, this is it, isn’t it? Nine’s intel was right, we just got the date wrong.”

“Wh-what’s, what’s, what’s, um, what’s it, Jake?” Chris’s voice is weak, and small. Jake slowly turns to look down at him, the owl eyes right on his, and there’s an owl that calls outside the window sometimes, plus a mourning dove. A woman he doesn’t remember used to tell him, mourning doves are like pigeons with prettier names, baby, but he doesn’t remember her and he doesn’t remember that moment and he can’t get the parts of his brain back on the track, they’re all derailed and smoking wrecks stuck on owls and hoo-hoo-hoo and what does Jake mean, this is it?

Nat comes flying down the hall from the attic, stopping in Jake’s doorway with her housecoat thrown over her sleeping clothes, her brown hair loosely fanning around her, sweeping to the side and then falling down her shoulders again. Chris thinks about mermaids, swimming in water. 

“Jake, we talked about this,” Nat says, her voice flat. Her face is calm but her eyes are wide and frightened. “We knew this could happen.” She looks over her shoulder, back down the hall. “Antoni, Leila, get out. Use the basement tunnel, it’ll bring you up by the bus stop. Take the first bus you see. I’ve called Nine, he’ll pick you up at the next stop after that. Chris will be right behind you in just a second, wait for Chris.”

Red and blue lights flash against the window in Jake’s room, and Chris stares at them, momentarily fixated. They’re not here to help us.

“Got it, Nat!” Leila calls it out and Chris can hear rustling, probably them getting dressed. Leila is throwing her long hair into a ponytail as they run down the stairs past Jake’s door, just flashes of people, barely visible in the dark. The basement door opens and shuts.

“Nat, Chris-” Jake says, softly. “He… he can’t-”

“I know he can’t,” Nat replies, slightly flat. She closes her eyes. “Leila and Antoni will help him. He’ll be fine once they get to the next shelter. We’ll be fine, Jake. As long as they don’t find the rescues, we’ll be fine, I don’t keep the records here.”

“How did they-”

BAM-BAM-BAM. A deep voice, muffled, carries right up the stairs. “This is the police, open the door!”

“Jesus fuck,” Jake whispers. “Do you think someone my classes turned us in after I brought Chris?” Guilt twists Jake’s expression into something ugly and dark. “Or, fuck, what if it was that guy I gave the literature to, I swear to God, Nat, he seemed really fucking sincere-… I, fuck, what if-… if I find out it was him, I swear to God-”

“What ifs won’t make any of us any safer,” Nat snaps. “You know our story. You know how we get them off our back. Get Chris to safety-”

BAM-BAM-BAM-CRASH.

The front door slams open, smacking into the opposite wall so loudly Chris can hear part of the wall crack with the impact.

“Too late,” Nat says, and the color drains all out of her face, blueish in the pale early-morning light. She doesn’t say anything else, just disappears. Her feet thump down the stairs, and they must be so cold on the wooden stairs, Chris’s feet are cold every day.

Jake rolls out of bed, pulling the jeans puddled on the floor up over his boxers, fumbling at the zipper and button, mumbling, “Shit shit shit shit shit shit…” to himself in a low, nearly emotionless voice.

Chris stays right where he is. Eyes wide, heart pounding, he curls his knees up to his chest and puts his arms around them, pressing against the wall of Jake’s room. Police mean go back, police mean being good in the dark again, police mean barcode scans and being called Baldur and they mean his Sir will give him the smug pleased smile that only barely curves his lips and and and- 

His head drops against the wall, and he feels better, for just a second. He does it again.

Jake turns to look at him, heartbroken face grieving face did my face look like that when- but the rest is static, headaches and pain. “Chris, man, I’m sorry, but we can’t do that right now,” Jake says, keeping his voice low. Nat downstairs is talking to the police officers, barking words and answers to their questions. Chris can see her in his mind, her arms crossed in front of her, talking to them with her eyes narrowed. 

Something crashes downstairs. Nat yells out, “That’s damaging my fucking property!” 

There’s a sound Chris knows, then, one he knows deep in his bones, deeper than thought. The sound of an open palm against a face. Nat cries out.

Jake moves, then. He grabs Chris by both arms, grip tight enough to hurt, and drags him out of the bed trailing blankets and sheets all tangled with his legs. Chris whimpers but bites down on his lip, hearing the sounds of more things being destroyed below. Nat’s yelling means nothing, Chris can’t differentiate words from sounds any longer, it’s all just the same noise of bad panic bad wrong bad going to be hurt bad bad bad.

Jake flings open his closet door, dragging Chris into the small space after him, his hand pressing against the smooth old wood along the back wall, searchingly, his eyes scanning up and down, looking for something in nearly total darkness.

“Jake-… Jake, Jake, Jake, what are we-… what’s, what’s happening to to to to Nat, what’s, what’s happening to Nat, Jake, what’s-”

“Sssshhhh, I need you to be quiet right now, Chris,” Jake says, and his voice is low and false-calm, the way you talk to children when you tell them there’s nothing to be scared of, the way you talk to them when there are angry men with guns in the house and someone has to talk to them but it doesn’t work and the guns go off-

Chris lets out a strangled little cry at the sudden flash of pain, sparking in him along with the image of a dark-haired woman’s in a rictus of terrible fear, mouth an O, and inside the O Chris falls down into the darkness again. 

“Sssshhhh, you have to be quiet, you have to be, Chris, you have to be, I’m so sorry. We, we had intel, but they… they lied on the intel, Nine thought it’d be next week, we were going to get you ready but-… shit, where is it, come on come on come on-” 

Jake’s and finds a loose board, and he makes a fist and lightly punches it, knocking the board out on one side from the wall just enough for him to slip his hand underneath. He pulls on something under there and Chris flinches back as the bottom half of the closet wall swings open, inside, like a door. 

Chris’s fingers twist, tap against his own side, rhythmically, a push of sensation, a hint of control. Something he can keep despite the sound of the house being destroyed downstairs. 

“Chris, I need you to crawl in here and be totally silent, okay?” The whites of Jake’s eyes show all around, and Chris nods frantically, heart pounding too hard in his chest, he can’t breathe around it, gasping in jerky, shallow little breaths. Tears prick at his eyes. This is supposed to be a safe place, safer than Sir’s, where no one wants him to be good. Where he doesn’t have to be silent. 

“J-Jake, Jake, I, I’m scared, I’m scared of-of-of, of, I’m scared of them, I’m scared-”

“I know, man. I know. Get on in.” Jake all but forces Chris into the closet, shoving him into a small dark space just big enough on three sides for Chris to sit with his knees bent, but it’s tall and he can stand if he wants to. “I’m scared, too.”

Jake gets scared?

“Stay in here. Do not come out, no matter what you hear.” Jake puts both hands on him, on either side of his face, and Chris nods jerkily, the tears running down. “If they don’t see you, or hear you, they can’t take you. They can’t hurt you. They can’t give you back. Just stay in here, and be as quiet as you can. When I can… when I can come back-” Jake’s voice catches, and Chris sees that his eyes are glittering, too. “Wait until it’s totally quiet out here, count to four hundred, and then come back out. We’ll-… I’ll, I’ll call somebody to come help you, okay? I, I swear. We’ll… we’ll call someone. Maybe Addie… fuck, Addie’s gonna find out about you, I just… no, it doesn’t matter now. Okay, you have to wait, Chris.”

Chris nods. “Yes, Jake, I-I-I, I can, can wait, Jake, I can wait for you-you to come back, but-but, but, but but but do you swear, do you-” His head still pounds, a woman’s voice speaking with the same urgency somewhere inside his mind. 

Baby, stay right here and don’t move, they’re not here for you. They won’t hurt you.

Mom, come back!

Don’t move, honey. Just stay here. Don’t move.

M-Mom-

Don’t make a sound.

“I will come back for you,” Jake says, meeting Chris’s eyes. His jaw is set, his eyes are blazing blue fire in the dark. “Listen to me, Chris. I’m coming back.” He pulls his own shirt off over his head and shoves it at Chris, who clutches gratefully onto it, breathing in the smell of strong soap, lavender fabric softener, and Jake’s skin. “It might take a couple days, but-… but I won’t leave you here.”

“Please, Jake, I’m, I’m, I’m scared, I can’t-”

“Yeah you can, buddy. You can.” Jake grabs him into a crushing hug, holds him close, and then pushes him until his back is against the real closet wall, hidden a couple feet behind the fake one. “You’ll be okay. What did I say?”

More crashing downstairs. Jake winces, glances over his shoulder. Nat is yelling again. “Attagirl,” Jake whispers. “Buy us time, Nat, come on, buy us a little more time. Okay, Chris, what do you need to do? Tell me what you need to do now.”

“W-wait, wait, wait wait wait til, um, until it’s silent, and then count-… count to, to-to-to, can’t, m-my words are b-bad, Jake, I’m sorry-”

“It’s fine, man, your words are fine. Just tell me how high you need to count.”

“To, to, to four-four hundred, four hundred and then come out, and, and, and what then, Jake?”

“Then you wait for me. I’m coming back for you.”

“Jake-”

“Listen.” Jake whispers the words, he doesn’t sing them. “I will send out an army to find you in the middle of the darkest night, it’s true…”

“I will rescue you,” Chris half-whispers, half-hums the words.

“That’s right. I’m coming back, Chris. I’ll come back for you. Wait for me.” Jake closes the hidden door, leaving Chris in total darkness, curled up, tapping on his own skin. But the fear is bigger than his body, it fills him up and leaks out in tears and whimpers, and he has to be silent. Chris jams Jake’s shirt up against his mouth, tries to focus on the smell, comfort, home. 

He can hear, outside his hiding spot Jake’s voice raised loud and deep, his scary voice he uses when people frighten Chris. He hears other voices yelling back, and crashing. It’s all too muffled to understand. But he knows what it sounds like when they throw Jake against the wall. He can feel the thud rattle through the walls of the old house. Knows what it sounds like when a body drops to the floor.

Chris holds his breath. No no no no no-

Jake yells again, and Chris exhales. Jake yelling is good, it means Jake is breathing, it means he still has a voice to yell with. Nat shouts this is fucking brutality you shits, and Chris gnaws on his lower lip, nervous. Nat doesn’t like to swear very much, but now she curses up a storm, unafraid, her voice strong. More crashing, it sounds like the house is coming down around his ears, like the walls will collapse, too, and bring Chris down to the first floor to drown in the drywall and plaster. 

The tapping isn’t enough, and neither is rocking, and finally Chris bunches up Jake’s shirt and puts it up against the wall to his right and knocks his head into it, into the wall through the shirt so the sound is muffled. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. 

Little rushes, adrenaline-soothe, reassurance. Thump. Better now. Thump. Calmer now. Thump. He can breathe now. Thump. Tears dry on his face, dried-up riverbeds down pale skin. Someone told him once that if a mourning dove calls outside the window, someone you love is going to die.

Heard a mourning dove the day before-

His head hurts too much, he can’t think about that.

Thump. Don’t die, Jake. Thump. Come back, Jake. Thump. Don’t leave, Jake. Thump. I’m scared, Jake. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Boots stomp loud up the stairs, and Chris keeps hitting his head to keep himself from making any other noises, biting down on his lower lip until he tastes copper-salt-sweet blood in his mouth, sucking on the busted spot on his lip to draw out more. Thump, thump, thump, goes his head against the wall, but the sound of the boots and the crashing is louder, and they don’t hear him at all.

He flinches back at the sudden crash of something against the wall in Jake’s room, glass breaks in a high-pitched scatter-sound. The bed is overturned, a deafening sound that makes Chris squeak and cower back, waiting and waiting for one of them to find the secret way to open the little door in the closet wall, to find him here.

Thump. Be silent. Thump. Don’t make a sound. Thump. Don’t move, Chris. Thump. Don’t move.

He doesn’t know how long they are in the house.

There are sounds that draw out forever. Crashing and destruction noises, in Jake’s room - closest to the stairs. Methodical, they search room by room, destroying everything in their path, talking to each other about the nothing they find. Chris is very good - he stays silent, he keeps Jake’s shirt between his head and the wall. He doesn’t move, just like his mom Jake says. 

He understands, without knowing why, that there was a time once that he didn’t listen, that he moved, and it made everything worse.

At some point the sounds of Nat and Jake yelling fade out, and then are gone. At some point the stomping up and down the stairs stops, and there’s some talking, low voices angry that they didn’t find what they were looking for. Chris wonders if they were looking for him.

At some point, the sounds stop, and it is silent in the house, except for the creaking noises the house always makes in the wind that’s kicked up outside. Once he is sure, totally and absolutely sure, that it is silent, Chris starts counting along with the thumps of his head on the wall.

Thump. One. Thump. Two. Thump. Three. Thump. Four…

He counts to four hundred slowly, starting over and over again as his brain stutter-skips on sixty or twenty-two or one hundred and eight. He doesn’t know if he really makes it to four hundred, all he knows is that he tries, and tries, and tries again, and eventually he thinks it has been long enough.

He pushes out on the little wood door that hides him in the false-backed closet, keeping Jake’s shirt clutched in one hand. He blinks against the sudden burst of bright sunlight through the window - how long was he hidden? - and stares at Jake’s room.

They cut the mattress down the middle, the stuff from the center is spread out everywhere and box springs are poking through the slice. Jake’s lamp was the sound of broken glass, and Chris’s bare toes curl in on themselves as he slowly stands, stepping out of the closet, whining in his throat like a small dog - like Arjun, he thinks, like Addie’s dog - and looks at the clothes strewn along the floor, too. Jake’s textbooks are bashed, some of their spines broken, lying open to spots he’s marked with highlighters. 

Outside the window, a bird trills. Chris looks up to stare through the slightly scratched-up old glass. There’s a red cardinal outside, sitting on the branch of the white birch tree.

Chris moves carefully, slowly, placing each step in hopes he won’t walk into glass. The hallway is a mess, too, the towels have all been pulled down from the linen closet, all the stuff from the bathroom is spread around on the floor. The other bedrooms look the same - Antoni and Leila’s tiny amount of personal things are all shattered, mashed-up, destroyed. Their clothes are in piles on the cut-up remains of their beds. 

Leila’s romance novels are dumped in a corner of her room, the other bed where Krista used to sleep is all broken, too, and Chris is suddenly glad Krista moved out, that she was somewhere safe before they came.

Chris tongues at the still-sensitive open bit on his lip, staring at the way they’ve left the staircase to the attic pulled down. He climbs up it slowly, the wood cold as ice against his bare feet, and finds that Nat’s room has been destroyed, too.

Chris taps himself as he walks, twist-fingers-tap-skin, again and again, letting the little darts of touch soothe him, help him hold out against the panic that is trying to break his heart right out of his chest. He heads all the way downstairs to the first floor. He has been silent. He has been good. He stayed in the closet and he didn’t move and he didn’t make a sound.

Just like he should have the first time, when his mom told him to be quiet-

But he doesn’t have a mom. They don’t have those, anymore, after. Just owners.

Except you, you have friends.

The dishes are all broken, bits of ceramic shards spread around the kitchen floor. The coffeemaker is inexplicably intact, brewing the automatic morning pot that Jake had set up the night before, a cheery sound that draws the first sob from Chris’s throat, holding Jake’s shirt against himself, twist-fingers-tap-skin.

The door to the basement is open, and he goes down the stairs, but Antoni and Leila aren’t there. He didn’t think they would be. They had to go before they were found, too. They couldn’t wait for him. He knows where the secret door in the basement is but he doesn’t dare try it.

What if the cops are just waiting at the bus stop? What if they took Antoni and Leila and they’re scanning their barcodes now, and they’ll be sent back, and if Chris tries to get on a bus they just scan his, too?

Sir would welcome him home. But that’s not home, and Chris doesn’t want his Sir. He wants Nat, he wants Jake.

No. He has to stay here. The shelter is safe. But… he’s all alone in the house. That’s not safe at all. He’s not safe. The safe place isn’t safe anymore.

Chris moves back up the basement stairs, whimpering. 

A car drives past on the road outside and Chris lets out a frightened little cry, flattening himself against the wall, until it goes past. It wasn’t here for him at all. His eyes are drawn by something wrong, on the wall, and Chris stares at the spot until he remembers Jake hitting the wall, the way it rattled up through the frame up the house until Chris could feel it in his hiding place.

There’s blood on the wall.

Jake’s blood.

Chris begins to wail, then, sliding slowly down to the floor, rocking back and forth as he cries, heaving sobs that choke and catch in his throat because he’s not supposed to be loud, now, they’ll come back and they’ll find him, they’ll take him back. He doesn’t want to be Baldur anymore, he doesn’t want to be a numbered boy, he wants to be Chris, he picked Chris for himself, Jake says he gets to make Chris but they made Jake bleed and Jake is never coming back-

“What’s that sound? Is that someone cryin’? Is somebody still inside?” 

Chris’s heart stops.

No. No no no no.

There’s a face peering in through the front door, a hand held up over the eyes, squinting, looking right at him. Chris made too much noise. He was too loud, but now that he’s started he can’t stop, and he keeps bubbling up tears and sobs and snot even as he tries desperately to be silent again.

“Y’okay, darlin’?” The voice is a woman’s voice, older, getting the creaky edges along the sides that come with advanced age. “Can you let me in, sweet boy? I live right next door. Are you all alone here?”

Chris whimpers and curls up tighter, closes his eyes. Maybe if he’s very, very still, they’ll go away.

“You’re scarin’ him, Grandma,” A much younger boy’s voice says, high-pitched. “What d’you think Miss Yoder did?”

“Y’know damn well what she did, baby,” The old woman says, not quite snapping. “She did a good turn, and in our world that don’t go unpunished. Honey can you let us in? We just want to help you.”

Chris shakes his head frantically. He’s not supposed to talk to anyone, he’s not supposed to let anyone in. He wasn’t supposed to make any sounds and everyone dies when he’s not silent, everyone dies and bleeds and they take them away, they take him away.

“Pl-please,” He whispers, thumping his head on the wall, trying to calm his fluttering panic. “Please, please go away, please, please please please go away, please-”

“He’s real scared, Grandma.”

“I have eyes, baby, I can see that. Not blind yet, and I’m not deaf either. He’s prob’ly been scared a real long time. Come on, honey-… oh, the door’s not even locked.” The old woman turns the doorknob and pushes the door open. It screams along the floor, bashed right off its hinges, and Chris bangs his head even harder, trying to drown it out.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

“What’s he doin’?”

“Heck if I know, Jaden. Hey, sweetheart, you don’t need to be scared of us. We saw them come in here and wreck th’ place. Is there anything we can do for you?”

“Go away,” Chris whispers. “Please, please go away, pl-please, please don’t-… please just go away…”

“Okay, baby. But we’re right next door, right here on your right side.” The woman’s voice is soft, soothing. He wants to trust her but he’s not supposed to talk to anyone without Jake or Nat and they’re not here, because they’re gone, because they made Jake bleed. “Listen, honey, y’hungry?”

Chris cracks open his eyes and watches her, but he doesn’t move. He doesn’t nod. He doesn’t do anything but look. His stomach growls, audible in the silence.

The old woman’s got a face that’s a mess of kind wrinkles and sparkling black eyes, textured black-and-silver hair pulled into a bun at the back of her neck. The boy next to her gives Chris a tiny smile and waves - he looks ten or eleven.

Chris whimpers and curls up tighter.

“Okay. Look, I’m about to go make breakfast for my grandbabies. If you want I can bring you by a plate?” The woman’s eyes move past him, take in the bit of the kitchen mess she can see through the open-framed doorway. “And a fork or two?”

The coffeemaker beeps. Coffee’s done, Jake will want a mug-

Chris chokes back another sob.

Jake’s not here to drink the coffee.

“I’ll bring you a plate, you decide if you want to eat it,” The old woman says, gently. “My husband got in a few of these scrapes back in the 70’s, sweetheart, it’s a lot of cleaning up but they can’t hold ‘em ‘less they found something. D’you know if they did? Was there anything to find here?”

“What did Grandpa do?” The boy blinks, tilting his head back.

“He was all in on the lib thing back then. He’d be crushed to know they’re still fightin’ for it. Come on, honey. D’you know if they found anything they can charge Natalie Yoder with?”

Chris blinks once, twice. Then, in a hoarse voice, he answers, “She, she, she, she doesn’t keep records here, um, she-she said.”

The old woman lets out a breath of relief, closing her eyes “Praise the Lord for small mercies. They got nothin’ to charge her with, then, I bet, or her young man.”

The idea that Jake is Nat’s young man makes Chris twitch the tiniest little smile, thinking of the face Jake would make if he heard that.

“It’ll be okay, darlin’,” The old woman says, then steps back out of the doorway, onto the big concrete front porch. Chris relaxes, just a little, as she puts distance between. “I’ll have my Jaden here leave the plate on the front porch for you in just a bit, how’s that sound?”

Chris opens his mouth, swallows, then says, softly, “It, it, it sounds oh-okay, thank you, ma’am, thank-thank-thank, thank you.”

“Grandma?” Jaden looks up at his grandmother, although not by much - he’ll be taller than she is when he grows up by a lot. “Why does-”

“Hush up. We’ll be back to leave the food. You take care of yourself. I’ll ask around and see if some folks can’t help you clean up this mess before your people get back for you.”

My people.

They say goodbye, and leave Chris right where they found him, curled up against the wall, close to the red spot where Jake’s head hit, he thinks, must have hit so hard…

Outside there are birds calling and the wind in the trees. Jake’s textbooks are a mess and he’s going to miss class and Chris can’t go to yoga by himself can he? And the chipmunk starts chirping outside, going a mile a minute, and Chris shudders and wonders if chipmunks are bad omens, too.

It’s deja vu, he thinks, when you think you’ve lived through something before. He feels like he’s done this before, sit on the ground next to a red spot on the wall. But the spot was bigger the first time. And it was on the floor, too.

He can’t remember why, or how.

Chris lets his head tilt back into the wall, pulls Jake’s shirt up to his nose, takes a deep, deep breath.

Soap-lavender-skin-Jake. 

“Please, please, please come back,” Chris whispers, now that he is alone again. “Please come back, Jake, please, please come back, Jake-Jake, come back, come back, come, come back…” The morning is chilly and his toes feel like ice and his fingers are frozen in the fabric of Jake’s shirt. 

The blood on the wall is drying brownish, now.

A bird calls.The food shows up, just like the old woman said, her grandson leaving it on the porch in a covered plate to keep it warm. Chris shovels the eggs and bacon into his mouth still curled up on the floor in a destroyed house, staring outside through the window in the living room, ducking his head below the windowsill whenever a car drives by.

Chris waits, and waits, and waits.

More food comes at lunch and then at dinner, left in silence by the boy, who waves at him through the door but doesn’t say a word.

Chris puts the dishes in the sink, and then he returns to the window, to watch.

Jake is coming back.

He promised.

So Chris waits, watching the sun go down, hoping his people will come back.

[nev3rfound]

why him? : b.b

brief summary: in a world where soulmates exist, you’ve always wondered where yours might be hiding. until you meet him and wish you never had

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“You’ve not met him yet, have you?” A voice question from over your shoulder, peering at the book you’re currently reading.

A small sigh leaves your lips as you Mark the page before closing it. “Is it that obvious?” You laugh lightly, turning to see Natasha smiling softly to you.

Moving around the sofas, Natasha sits down opposite you, her ring catching the sunlight through the floor to ceiling windows. “Most don’t read romance novels once they’ve found their soulmate.” She admits, looking out as rain beginnings to line the windows, dulling the golden band that she fiddles with. 

Soulmates weren’t exactly discussed within the compound, either you knew you had one or you didn’t. Names weren’t provided, it was just a matter of fact. You knew Steve lost his when he went into the ice, Clint has his family, and Natasha, well, that’s complicated. 

“Do you mind if I ask how you met?” You turn to face her, placing your book on the table in front of you as a smile crosses her lips. 

“He was definitely unexpected.” She chuckles, looking down at the wedding ring. “We met when I was on a mission, nearly shot him for intel.” 

Your eyes widen at the thought, but this was Natasha after all. “Not your typical story then,” You speak up, seeing her shake her head. “I’m sorry about what happened to him.” Your voice trails off, seeing her nod to you. 

“Thank you.” She mutters. “Maybe life might give me another go, but, I don’t think I’ll ever love someone the same way.” Her voice remains soft, but hollow. 

“I wonder if mines out there somewhere, anywhere.” You sigh, bringing your legs close to your chest. 

Out of the Avengers, you were their newest recruit. And unlike others, you wore the words on your forearm. 

Within the realm of soulmates, the means of finding them vary from person to person. Some have markings on their bodies, others see through their soulmates eyes once a year or like you, have their first words etched into your skin. 

It meant you were potentially vulnerable, especially within your line of work. But it didn’t stop you, you’d managed this long without your destined other half and they haven’t made the effort to find you so there’s no harm in waiting a little longer. 

“Don’t let it get you down, kid.” Natasha pats your shoulder. “They’ll be somewhere, most likely where you least suspect.” She tells you, watching as you chuckle to yourself.

“So, my bathroom then? Or, on a mission?” You joke, and Natasha laughs, shrugging her shoulders.

“Weirder things have happened.” She admits, her gaze wandering past you to see Steve walking in. “Speaking of which,” She mutters, rising to her feet and you quickly follow suit as Steve holds out a file for you both, panting lightly as blood lines his lip. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask, noting the concern lining Steve’s expression as Natasha opens the file. 

Your eyes scan over the details and you look up to Steve who simply nods. “We’re not safe here, SHIELDS been comprimised.” 

*

Within less than an hour, you had vanished from the compound you considered your home. Steve drove to a friends house, a place to hide out for you all. He assured you it would be safe, and that you must be hidden away. 

But like every Avenger, you weren’t taking that statement lightly. 

Sitting in between Natasha and Sitwell, you knew time was running out if you wanted to stop the Insight from happening. “We’re cutting it a bit fine here.” Natasha speaks up and Sitwell remains silent, looking out of the window at the passing traffic. 

“We’ll use him to bypass the DNA scans to go directly to the hellicarriers.” Steve explains, only for Sitwell to scoff in response.

“HYDRA doesn’t like leaks, I mean, are you crazy?” He exclaims, only for you to punch him in the nose. 

“That ought to shut him up.” You coldly state, focusing dead ahead as Natasha smiles to herself. 

“It’s a terrible terrible id-” Before Sitwell can finish his sentence, you watch as a fist breaks through the glass, grabbing Sitwell and throwing him across the traffic. 

Natasha quickly moves to sit in the front seat, “Y/n, shield yourself.” She yells as shots are being fired through the roof. 

Obliging, you create a shield around yourself, blocking the the bullets as they land beside you. “I can’t hold it much longer.” You tell them as Sam begins to swerve through traffic, trying to rid you all of the unwanted company. 

Quickly, the car comes to a holt and you watch as the person is thrown off the car, but rises back to their feet. “That, that’s not good.” You mutter under your breath, reaching for your gun before a force hits the car from behind, resulting in you slamming your head and passing out.

“Y/n?” Steve yells, looking behind to see you lying unconscious as the car behind continues to push forward, nearing you all to the man in all black. “She’s out cold, Nat.” 

In a blink of an eye, the man rises to his feet, jumping back onto the roof as he clings on, breaking the glass from the back before moving to the front, tearing the wheel from Sam. 

“Shit!” He blurts out as Natasha reaches for your gun, firing it upwards. “We gotta get out.” Sam looks through the remainder of the side mirrors, seeing there’s no way out as he rams along the wall. 

“Grab Y/n.” Steve yells, and Sam obliges, bringing you onto his lap as Steve grips onto all three of you, breaking through the car door as you all land on the road. 

“Her heads bleeding.” Natasha mutters as blood trickles down your forehead. 

“Hide her!” Sam runs towards your unconscious body, just as an explosion is fired toward Steve, sending him flying down from the bridge.

With you in his arms, Sam hides you behind a row of traffic, shaking you lightly. “Come on, kid.” He knows time is running out, but you begin to stir in his arms. 

“What, what happened?” You ask, wincing as you sit upright. 

Sam looks over the cars to see the man looking across the bridge whilst other men near the pair of you. “There’s no time, just, just shield yourself okay. Stay hidden.” He instructs you, watching as you force a shield around yourself as he runs after Steve. 

The winter soldier begins to focus his shots onto Natasha whilst Sam dodges bullets behind another car, glancing over to ensure you’re safe. 

“There’s a fourth one.” A soldier speaks up as he passes the Winter Soldier a bigger gun, watching as his focus shifts from Natasha to the row of smashed cars where he can see an outline of a glow. 

You can hear the footsteps nearing you and the panic in Sam’s eyes as you focus on him. 

“Now.” He mouths to you, and you release your shield, forcing it outwards as you run through the temporary silence as the soldiers remain on the ground, but the Winter Soldier watches as you and Sam jump from the bridge. 

The Winter Soldier looks over his soldier as the soldiers rise to their feet. “идти!” They demand, and the soldier obliges, jumping from the bridge as he lands on a car with a thud. 

Hiding with Sam, you watch as gunfire is illuminating the crashed bus as civilans run away with urgency, screaming and crying as they go. “Where’s Nat?” You ask him, watching as he pulls out a knife from his pocket. 

You follow his gaze as he looks past the bridge, seeing the soldier with his goggles gone, eyes scanning the area for Natasha. 

“I’ve gotta get back up there.” He mutters under his breath, looking back at you. “Think you can get me up?” 

A smile ghosts your lips as you nod. “Could give it a try.” Powering up a shield in your hands, you force it onto Sam before lifting him up, sending him to the bridge as Steve’s eyes follow. 

Sam reaches for a gun and starts to fire. “Go! I’ve got this!” He yells down to Steve who shifts his focus back onto finding the Winter Soldier, wherever he may have wandered to. 

Looking down between the cars, you can see black boots tracing the area. “Okay.” You whisper under your breath, putting aside everything else including the throbbing of your forehead. 

The boots turn to face your direction, and you can feel your heart dropping. That is, until you hear Natasha’s voice loudly and his attention is diverted, saving you for a matter of minutes as you move away, finding somewhere else to hide out. 

As you run, a series of bullets follows you, some narrowly missing you as you duck down beside Steve to hides you with his shield. “You alright?” He mutters, watching as you nod. 

“Who is that guy?” You question, but Steve simply shakes his head and opens his mouth to respond, but his eyes widen as the car you’re hiding behind is torn apart, his metal arm illuminated as the man before you fixates his dark blue eyes onto you. 

You both rise to your feet and Steve pushes you behind him, throwing you back as he begins to fight against the soldier. 

When you see an opportunity, you fire your energy at the man, watching as he weakens momentarily before continuing his fight. But then you pause, letting yourself recharge before firing everything at him, knocking him down long enough for Steve to punch his shield into his face, removing his mask. 

The man rises back to his feet and you emerge from the sidelines, but Steve pauses. “Bucky?” He speaks up, focusing on the man in front of you both, but he continues to walk toward you. 

“Who the hell is Bucky?” He questions coldly, reaching out as he throws Steve aside, grabbing a hold of you by the neck. 

Fighting against his hold, you begin to feel limp. Your arms continue to grab his metal one, punching with all your might as his grip tightens. “You don’t have to do this,” You gasp for air, locking eyes with the soldier. “he, he’s your friend, Bucky.” Your eyes grow heavy, but something in the soldier snaps and he drops you to the ground. 

Chocking on air, you watch as he steps back. “I’m no one.” He tells you before turning away, disappearing into the smoke leaving you stunned. 

Steve rushes to your side and helps you up. “You alright?” He asks, watching as you try to form words, but it’s no use. “Y/n, can you hear me?” 

“It’s him.” You force the words out as you reach for your sleeve, forcing it down. 

Looking down, Steve can see the words on your arm glowing. “Bucky?” He questions, seeing you nod before Natasha appears with one of the guns. 

“And he knows.” You mutter, watching as fear crosses Steve’s eyes as he focuses on Nat. “I’m a dead woman walking.”

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Grief.

Summary: y/n’s grieving the lost of her mom and knowing her best friend watched her mother die, she was going through a lot until he came back.

Warnings ⛔️: DEATH, a lot of grief, pain, anger, hurt, anxiety, BLOOD, wounds, Afterlife. If you can’t deal with grief or death please do not read this! you’re reading at your own risk of being sad or feelings of anxiety

Friend!Bucky x Reader

Evil!Steve x Reader

Based off this quote

“and it wasn’t until i looked around and saw everyone with someone that i realized i never had anyone”

and you were good to me by Jeremy Zucker, Chelsea Cutler

I look around this room, at all these people... grieving for my mother at the wake we buried her earlier it was an attack that the avengers should’ve stopped it was suppose to end she got in a line of fire I watched her die in the middle of the street she worked for shield for years the avengers were suppose to prevent this. She sat next to her brother and her father greeting the guests as they gave their condolences, and she seen Steve Rogers walk in, her rage filling her whole body she kissed her teenage brother’s forehead he just lost his mother she felt so sorry for him

“Get out” she walked up to him quietly to not make a scene “y/n I knew your mother” he said “you could’ve fucking stopped it and I don’t want you here Steve leave!” she said in a whisper “just know that I love you like a sister and I wish this would’ve never happened okay” she walked away and steve felt defeated leaving she hugged her brother very tightly “why don’t you go to bed I’ll take care of everything” “I don’t wanna leave you alone” he said she let go of him hugging her again “I’m really sorry” she said crying a little “me and dad we’ll be okay, I wanna see you some days though maybe stay the night if it’s okay with you”

“I think she’ll budge” a very familiar voice was heard, she turned around “bucky” her breath skipping to see how was there she hugged him so tightly “hey buttercup” he smiled smelling her hair and engulfing himself in her “you’re back?” she said he shook his head yes “I heard what happened, I wasn’t gonna stay in wakanda while you two were grieving” he pulled her brother into a hug “hey buddy” he squeezed the younger boy almost as tall as him just a few inches shorter than bucky, time passed as bucky stood by her as she walked people out and he smiled at her every once & awhile or touched her hand to tell her he was there for her, and when the day came to an end her father sent her brother to bed and her father went to bed as well, She and Bucky cleaned the house in silence with a few words here and there

“buttercup” her eyes perked up as she cleaned the last of the dishes and he wiped the tables down “let’s go somewhere” he put the towel on the handle of oven just like her mother did, she shook her head at the moment “where?” “a place where you can scream” she laughed for the first time in a week “you think I need to scream” she asked and he nodded yes “I know you want to scream I’m watching it on your face” he laughed leaning on the counter she finished washing the dishes and held onto him “you know buck I’m glad you’re here...” shook his head like “I know” he hugged her tight kissing her hair, he put his leather jacket on and grabbed her hand they walked out

“I wonder what it like to be loved” she saw a man and women holding hands at night passing by a car with two men one kissing the other as they stopped at a red light

“but I love you?” he says she shakes her head no, he gives her a confused look “not like that, you love nat.. you’ve always loved nat” he understood what she meant “I looked around a room today filled with people who were married, engaged, who had someone they loved next to them I never had anyone like that buck I feel like I never will and it kills me” she said swallowing the ball in her throat she fixed her long boots trying to stop her from crying

“You will find someone who loves you, I promise” he said putting his hand on her thigh squeezing it for a second “I wonder if anyone’s ever looked at me and said I love her I wish I could be with her” , it was like a sign from her mom she heard a song on the radio and both her and Bucky looked at each other... “you did this you put it on!” She yelled at bucky “I didn’t look change the station” and she did...bucky didn’t do it it was an actual sign from her mother.. her mother loved Stevie Wonder the song isn’t she lovely played so loudly in the car she felt like crying “she always thought you were wonderful buttercup” he smiled rubbing her cheek. Tears fell from her eyes his sympathetic look as he kissed the back of her hand “come on sing, she would’ve wanted this” and finally rage filled her again knowing she didn’t have to die if it wasn’t for the avengers, if they fucking did their job she stopped talking looking out the window as the song played it was already twilight “we’re in mountain territory” he said, “mount marcy?” she was a bit suspicious..

they walked up, “okay do it” he said “like right now”

“yeah” he put his sunglasses on rubbing his hands together, he screamed so loudly it echoed it literally took everything in him not to cry, and she joined in with him crying.. she broke down falling down and he held onto her as she broke, the grief the guilt everything finally hitting her at once the crying felt like it wouldn’t stop. “It’s okay buttercup” she was hiccuping at point tears streaming down her face she couldn’t stop she was so tired. “I hate him I fucking hate him” she cried out “he watched her, Steve watched the light go out of her eyes and knew it was over and he walked away HE LEFT ME ALONE WITH HER” she cried into his arms a few tears falling from his eyes “I’ll never talk to him again.” Her mouth becoming so dry her face was red bloodshot eyes and drippy nose it wasn’t just she’s dead it was that Steve left, he didn’t even try to help her he just got up and left.

“I don’t think I can go-go on, knowing the things Steve did to me-me... my family it’s like I saw something in his eyes that changed-changed he-he had a switch that was turned-d off... he wasn’t human” he cradled her in his arms, listening to her word vomit everything she’s had in her head for the past week.

“It’s okay, we’re gonna figure it out.” He kissed her head. after another hour of silence they sat on the mountain top crying with each other and they got in the car it was comfortable silence but it was silent... “your place or home?” “home” he nodded taking her back, he got out the car and opening her car door she hugged him “thank you for tonight, go back to her and love her until your heart gives out bucky” he smiled “I love you too.” She walked up to her door walking in, she did love bucky but never like that. when she walked into the home a single light was on someone sitting on the couch

“dad?” “not even close” ... “steve” she was taken aback “why are you here” “she got in my way” she couldn’t believe the words she was hearing “excuse me?” her anger radiating off of her “you and your family always get in my way” he was angry “Steve whatever this is we can fix this” she started to get scared.. “you killed your mother, because you came with her you aren’t suppose to come with her you were suppose to come alone” she was getting waves of anxiety she felt sick “Steve, please don’t do this”

“it was suppose to be you” he grabbed her swiftly by the throat her breathing wavering as he choked her “Steve” she breathed out gasping for air “you always get in the way and make me look like the bad guy, well it’s over for you” there was a knocking at the door “it’s Bucky” she said gasping “answer the fucking door and make him go away” he let her go she fell to the floor not being able to breathe, “it’s Bucky? You left your sweater in the car” she tried getting up she looked at Steve with a devilish look “you even think about alerting him I’ll fucking kill you” what did she have to lose at this point she thought...her brother her father.

“hey” she smiled rubbing her neck “you okay?” He asked she nodded he handed her the sweater “I’ll call you tomorrow okay?” “yeah, uh and James can you do me favor close the lid for the trash the possums keep getting in” she laughed, he gave her a look, he knew something was wrong. “Yeah I’ll do it now, see you y/n” he said her name instead of buttercup he knew and he gave her a signal. she closed the door and just as she closed the door she pushed back up against the wall “open your eyes I wanna watch the light go out just like your mother” “Steve what happened to you” she choked as her body was shoved up against the wall “wouldn’t you like to know? Ha” he laughed devilishly “this isn’t you” she cried “it’s me don’t worry” and at that moment she felt herself passing out she blacked out when she heard a lot noise break the door alerting her brother and father she woke up a little watching Bucky and Steve start fighting each other “go” she screamed at her father and her brother to leave the house “go now” Bucky’s mouth was bleeding and Steve picked up y/n off the floor “Stevie this isn’t you” bucky screamed

“It’s always been me, I’ve always been a monster” and just then he stabs her in the stomach “fuck” Bucky’s whole body goes into shock watching Steve stab her he grabs him and punches him until he knocks out “help is on the way” he took off his flannel putting pressure on the big wound he left the knife sticking out he didn’t remove it of course “I called Tony and he’s calling the police we’ll be okay come on, stay awake” he yelled holding her body “you were so good to me, you’ve always been so good to me” she coughed “all these years I wanted someone to love me for there to be someone in a room who truly loved me and it was you, all this time” she touched his face and he leaned into “you’re okay you’re gonna make it through this don’t say shit like that to me” Tony bursted in the door with shield swat and an ambulance “TONY SHE HAS TO GET TO A HOSPITAL NOW FLY HER THERE” “bucky” “PLEASE TONY” Tony nodded his head carrying her “hey buttercup let’s get you out of here” she smiled at him “hi tony” tears escaped her eyes he walked out the house and flew up into the air taking her to the nearest hospital, “doctor cho it’s y/n” as they got to the front doors she nodded as they got her on a gurney sending her in the back he called shield swat “what the fuck happened” he said “mr Rogers killed Martha Nelson and tried to kill y/n tonight” he said, he rubbed his face in annoyance “why how when?”

“Hey y/n ” he smiled at her “bucky...where am I” she asked “ICU” “this doesn’t seem right” “I knew you were gonna question it” he laughed “what?” “you’re dead y/n” he got up “so am dead? you’re dead too?” She started to worry “Bucky’s fine, he doesn’t even know you’re dead yet, do you wanna stay” the man who looked like Bucky but wasn’t Bucky sat down on a chair “I..I can’t go back I need to know if my families okay” “that won’t be necessary” he crossed his legs “what?” “you’re brother dies in” he looks at his watch “12 hours? And you’re father dies of a heart attack in...3 days” her eyes open wide “what” she was panicked and in shock “if you let yourself go right now, that’s the outcome. If you go back your brother lives and so does your father” she couldn’t let them die not because of her, I have to go home even tho I’m grieving I can’t lose them too. “Wake me up get me out of here” she said her eyes opened Bucky on her left side and her father and brother on the right.. “you’re all okay?” She said as the first words of her waking up they nodded their heads crying all hugging her “I can’t believe you died and you’re asking everyone if their okay?, you’re not allowed to die” Her brother said crying “I’m not going anywhere bud, I am not.” She cried holding onto him.

She never felt loved in a relationship but she surely was loved by bucky her brother and her father, that’s all she needed.

[valeriethepussycats]

Assemble

Chapter 3

Pairing- Loki x Reader x Steve (one side)

Warning- cursing 

Your thoughts and other characters are in italics.

Flashback Bold

The next day.  Y/n  is standing outside a gym trying to keep her powers under control but but it’s hard when your surrounded by people.

What’s in my fridge right now?....Do I have any milk?

I think I’m pregnant with my brother in-law baby’s

How come you never read about a psychic

winning the lottery?

Am I Ashy? I hope I’m not Ashy.

Why is  Batman a superhero when he brutally Beats up bad guys for saying hello.

When I get home I’m watching A Bug’s Life.

Calming down the voices she finally walks inside the gym and see Captain America. He’s beats the punching bag harder, like physically hurting it will repress the memories.

Hydra base, Captain America is running through a forest, didging mortar shells, gunfire and Tesseract energy blasts.

“There's not enough time! I gotta put her in the water!” Steve’s Voice echoed.

In the present, Steve's punches become harder and more violent.

Steve places the compass he has, featuring a picture of Peggy Carter, on the dash as the plane plummets towards the ice.

The present, punches become voilent and agressive.

“You won't be alone.” Peggy declared.

Red skull picked up the Tesseract, and vanishes.

In the present, Steve is beathing the bag with everything he has, destroying it and beating his fists.

“Oh my god!”

Steve is lying on a table, half frozen, and still partially trapped in a slab of ice. Two SHIELD scientists run equipment over him, checking for his vitals. Something flickers...

“This guy is still alive!”

Y/n  gets pulled out of Steve’s mind. “Wow. That one way to come backwards to the world.

“You punch any harder your fist is gonna go though it.“

Steve stops punching the bag and turns around and see Y/n. “Agent Munroe ma’am. Phil told me that you were coming.”

“Y/n. Just call me Y/n.” She said with a smile.

Steve starts to punch the bag again. “It's nice to meet.”

“Likewise. So how do you feel?” Y/n asked showing concern for a man she just met.

Y/n walks up to a punching bag next to Steve and, starts playfully punching it.

“Like I belong in a different time.....all of this is so strange. Flat screen TVs, cars that run on electricity.....” Steve trailed off.

“It’s understandable but look at the bright side you can have food deliver to your house.” Y/n said with a fond look.

Steve looks at Y/n confused.

“Pizza. Chinese food... Oh men we have to make some stops before we go to Shield.” Y/n  proclaimed.

“We don’t have time to make stops. They need us this is important.” Steve protested.”You’re right they do. But you need to experience this first and I know you're hungry.” Y/n insisted.

Steve sigh defeat. “Ok fine but only for an hour two at it’s tops.”

“Yes! You dont know it yet but This the start of an beautiful friendship.” Y/n said With a sincere smile as her and Steve walk out the gym.

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Inside the Quinjet, Steve is sitting down with a tablet, watching the footage of the Hulk's attack on the Army at Culver University.

“We're about forty minutes out from base, sir.” One of the pilots said

Agent Coulson stands up from his seat and wipe his face with a napkin.

Francis’s pizza is so good.

Y/n chuckles as Coulson and walks over to her and Steve.

“So, this Doctor Banner was trying to replicate the serum that was used on me?” Steve asked.

“A lot of people were. I was assign to stop some of them. You were the world's first superhero.” Y/n  replied.

“Banner thought gamma radiation might hold the key to unlocking Erskine's original formula.” Coulson informed Steve.

The Hulk roars with fury as he slams a jeep apart.

“Didn't really go his way, did it?” Steve queried.

“Not so much. When he's not that thing though, guy's like a Stephen Hawking” Coulson explained.

Steve looks confused.

Y/n leans over and whispers. “He's a smart person.”

“I gotta say, it’s an honor to meet you, officially.” Steve smiles at Coulson as he continues. “I sort of met you, I mean, I watched you while you were sleeping.”  Steve looks down then a Y/n. He stands up, closes his laptop and walks to the side with Coulson following. “I mean, I was... I was present while you were unconscious from the ice. You know, it's really, it's just a... just a huge honor to have you on board.”

“Smooth. Real smooth Coulson.” Y/n lied.

“Well, I hope I'm the man for the job.” Steve remarked.

“Of course you are you’ve done amazing things in the past. You’re the perfect person for this job.” Y/n said sincerely and with a small smile.

“Ya Absolutely. Uh... we've made some modifications to the uniform. I had a little design input.”  Coulson told Steve.

“The uniform? Aren't the stars and stripes a little... old fashioned?” Steve supposed.

“With everything that's happening, the things that are about to come to light, people might just need a little old fashioned.” Coulson stated.

As Steve takes in Coulson's sentiment. The Quinjet lands down a massive battleship known as the Helicarrier. It has two runways. One with direct access to a hangar at the rear is aligned along the spine of the vessel.  Y/n walks up to Phill.

“Does the name Ororo Munroe mean anything to you?” Y/n questioned.

“No. Does it suppose to.” Coulson lied.

“No I guess not.” Y/n remarked not hiding her disappointment.

Agent Coulson, Y/n, and  Steve walk down the ramp, meeting up with Natasha.

“Agent Romanoff, Captain Rogers.” Coulson said introducing the two.

“Ma’am?” Steve replied.

“Hi.” She looks at Coulson. “They need you on the bridge. They're starting the face-trace.”

“Nat” Y/n said happily. “I didn’t know you were going to be here Coulson doesn’t tell me anything.” Y/n hugs Natasha then they both look at Coulson like ‘explain.’

“See you there.” Coulson said walks away, leaving Steve and Y/n with Natasha, the pair walking towards the railing of the Helicarrier.

“It was quite the buzz around here, finding you in the ice. I thought Coulson was gonna swoon. Did he ask you to sign his Captain America trading cards yet?” Natasha wondered.

“Trading cards?” Steve asked confused.

“They’re vintage, he's very proud.” Y/n disclosed.

Bruce Banner is seen walking around the ship, trying to stay out of the way while people walk in his way.

“Dr. Banner.” Steve called out.

The three walk up to each other and shake hands.

“Oh, yeah. Hi. They told me you'd be coming.” Bruce began. “You must be agent  Munroe.”

“You can call me Y/n it’s nice to finally meet you.” Y/n replied.

“Thanks.” Bruce said in a casual tone.

“Word is you can find the cube.” Steve Inclined.

“Is that the only word on me?” Bruce questioned.

“Only word I care about.” Steve answered.

Bruce takes in the sentiment. “It must be strange for you, all of this.”

Steve looks off to where a group of men in training are running, remembering his days in the army. “Well, this is actually kind of familiar.”

“Gentlemen, you might want to step inside in a minute. It's gonna get a little hard to breath.” Natasha disclosed.

The Helicarrier starts to shake as it prepares to take "sail". Others abord strap down planes and Quinjets in preparation.

“Is this a submarine?” Steve asked Y/n.

“Really? They wanted me in a submerged, pressurized metal container?” Bruce Said with sarcasm.

“No no it not a submerged.” Y/n answered.

The two both move closer to the edge of the Helicarrier. Four huge lift fans mounted on the sides starts to lift into the air as the ship takes flight. Steve watches in awe while Bruce just smiles.

“Oh, no. This is much worse.”  Bruce said with mock astonishment.

The doors part and we enter the bridge of the ship. A flurry of activity, dozens of agents sit in front of their viewscreens. Agent Hill shouts instructions to leave. The camera turns to Nick Fury who is at the command chair.

“We're at lock, sir.”  Agent Hill disclosed.

“Good. Let's vanish.” Nick answered.

The Helicarrier rises high into the heavens. Suddenly the entire ship is covered in reflecting mirrors, which then camouflages in the sky. Steve, Y/n and Banner walk through the glorious, gleaming bridge

“Gentlemen.” Nick started.

Steve gives Fury 10 bucks, referring to his earlier statement about never being surprised again. “And agent Munroe what a Surprise I thought you were in Sydney.”

“Well I got tired of helping Umm Marlin look for Nemo.” Y/n said with fire.

Fury walks over Banner and extends his hand. Banner, reluctantly shakes it.] Doctor, thank you for coming.

“Thanks for asking nicely. So, uh... how long am I staying?” Bruce asked.

“Once we get our hands on the Tesseract, you're in the clear.” Nick replied.

“Where are you with that?” Bruce asked.

Nick Fury turns to Agent Coulson to explain, while Natasha eyes an image of Clint Barton on a computer screen.

“We're sweeping every wirelessly accessible camera on the planet. Cellphones, laptops. If it's connected to a satellite, it's eyes and ears for us.” Agent Coulson explained.

“That's still not gonna find them in time.”  Natasha mumbled.

“Couldn’t we use spectrometers to speed up the process?” Y/n said pondering out loud.

“Yes that could work. How many spectrometers do you have access to?” Bruce voiced.

“How many are there?” Nick asked Bruce.

“Call every lab you know, tell them to put the spectrometers on the roof and calibrate them for gamma rays. I'll rough out a tracking algorithm based on cluster recognition. At least we could rule out a few places. Do you have somewhere for me to work?” Bruce said with determination

“Agent Romanoff, would you show Dr. Banner to his laboratory, please.” Nick order.

Natasha nods and walks off, leading Banner down the hall. “You're gonna love it, Doc. We got all the toys.”

Y/n goes to leave as well but gets stop by the sound of Nick Fury.

“Agent Munroe my office.” Nick announced.

“No offense but I don’t think you want that right now.” Y/n said fire.

“My office now.” Nick hissed ordered

Y/n and Nick walks to his office in silence. Y/n is barely holding back her anger and this Conversation with Director Fury is not going to help but she needs to get this off her chest or she’ll explode.  Director Fury opens the door to his office and Motion for Y/n to walk in. She walks past him into the room and sit down in the chair in front of his desk. Director Fury closes the door and looks at Y/n.

“What are you doing here?” Nick asked.

“I’m here to help.” Y/n declared.

“You were supposed to be in Sydney.” Nick pointed out

“How do you know I was supposed to be in Sydney I haven’t called to do a check in.” Y/n teased.

I wonder if he’s going to tell me that he has a Tracking Device on me.

“Agent Coulson told me of your whereabouts.” Nick answered.

“Hmm I bet he did.” Y/n replied.

”Your assistance is no longer required we can we can handle it from here head home.” Nick ordered.

“Are you kidding me.” Y/n shouted. As she shot up from her seat. “I’m the only one here that knows anything remotely about Loki and you’re gonna bench me.”

”And how would you know that.” Nick questioned.

“re.....search.” Y/n lied.

Nick gives Y/n ‘the I’m not believing you’ look.

“Ok fine I was there ok I fought The Destroyer.” Y/n  confessed.

“I already knew I was just waiting on you to tell me.” Nick replied.

“Of course you knew why wouldn’t you know.” Y/n said dryly.

“I’m not saying you’re not best the person for the job I’m saying  it’s not safe with your condition.” Nick remarked.

“My cond- what is my condition?”

“It is not....it’s not safe for the people on this Helicarrier if you don’t have control your powers.”

“You want to talk about safety of the people, was you trying to keep me safe by not telling me my mother is alive or keeping me away from Gambit.” Y/n Stated.

The anger she felt roll off of her like a wave which made the room begin to shake.

“Y/n I didn’t tell you because-“

“You are afraid another November 18 is gonna happen.....ye have little faith. I want Gambit here now and if you can’t get him here I want a number. I’m not talking those stupid pills anymore.” Y/n declared as she throws the pill bottle in trash. “And I’m going to stay here and help and you’re going to allow it.”  Y/n finished as she walks out of the room not waiting for his response.

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Back in the underground lab, Loki is looking Looking through all the Shield Agent portfolios until he comes across one in particular. Agent Munroe’s portfolio. As Loki opens portfolios to read it he finds every page in there to be blank.

“Agent Barton a word.” Loki called.

Clint walks over to Loki like a puppet with strings.

“What do you know of Agent Munroe?” Loki asked.

“She is a powerful mutant that can control the weather and read minds.” Clint answered.

“Read minds hmm that will be all.”  Loki said smirking.

Erik and several scientists work around the CMS device. Clint walks in, holding a tablet.

“Put it over there!” Erik told Clint. “Where did you find all these people?”

“Shield has not shortage of enemies, Doctor.” Clint Stated as he holds up a screen showing information on Iridium. “Is this the stuff you need?”

“Yeah, iridium. It's found in meteorites, it forms anti-protons. It's very hard to get hold of.” Erik explained.

“Especially if Shield knows you need it.” Clint Mumbled

“Well, I didn't know!” Erik said gruffly. Then he Sees Loki walking in. “Hey! The Tesseract is showing me so much. It's more than just knowledge, it's... truth.”

“I know. What did it show you, Agent Barton?” Loki wondered.

“My next target.” Clint voiced

“Tell me what you need.” Loki replied.

“I'll need a distraction.” Clint said grabbing his bow. “And an eyeball.”

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That night in the Helicarrier bridge. As they are waiting to locate Loki using satellite facial recognition, Coulson is standing with Steve.

“I mean, if it's not too much trouble.”Coulson suggested

“No, no. It's fine.” Steve reassured Coulson.

“It's a vintage set. It took me a couple of years to collect them all. Near mint, slight foxing around the edges, but...”

“We got a hit. Sixty-seven percent match. Weight, cross match, seventy-nine percent.” Agent Jasper Sitwell announced.

“Location?” Coulson asked.

“Stuttgart, Germany. 28, Konigstrasse. He's not exactly hiding.” Agent Jasper Sitwell answered.

“Captain, you're up.” Nick disclosed.

Steve nods and walks off the bridge. Walking down the hallway he passes Y/n.

“We found Loki he’s In Germany.” Steve informed Y/n as he’s walking down the hallway.

“Radio silence  and now he’s making appearance that’s not strange at all.....You got this Cap now go show him who’s he’s Messing with.”  Y/n sincerely with a smile.

“Yes ma’am.”  Steve said with a fond look and a head nod.

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Outside the Stuttgart Museum, it’s night. Loki is standing in front of the museum, dressed in 21st Century attire with his scepter disguised as a cane. He walks up to the entrance of the gala.

A lavished gala with an orchestra playing is interrupted as the head doctor walks up to the mic.

Inside Helicarrier where Steve's locker is. Steve walks into the locker room. As he approaches to the steel cabinet, the doors already reveal the updated Captain America uniform, along with the famous shield. He stands in silence.

Outside the museum. German guards stand in their positions. One of them is standing on tip of the roof, scoping. He then hears a sound. He looks down. One of his guards is shot with an arrow. He raises his gun. He is shot dead by an arrow. Falls down. Barton and his crew arrive at the doors of the locked science building. Barton looks at the retinal scanner.

He pulls out a Shield eye scanner instrument. Inside the gala, Loki looks from above the museum and descends down to where the head doctor is. As he makes it down and near the stage, he flips his cane the other end. The guard there notices him, pulls out his gun, but Loki clubs his head in. Chaos erupts. Guests begin to leave the museum. Loki grabs the doctor and flips him over onto a marble table of the mythological creatures bilchsteim. Loki pulls out an optical torture device. He plunges down the doctor's eye. The doctor twists in pain.

Outside the museum.

Suddenly from Barton's instrument, a holographic eye of the head doctor appears and the image of the doctor appears on screen. The doors to the facility open. Barton walks in and finds in a cabinet, a glass thermos with a cylinder of iridium. As the crowd runs away, Loki slowly walks out and materializes in his gold armor and helmet. The police arrive and with no hesitation, he blasts the cars, flipping them over and over.

“Kneel before me.” Loki voiced but  crowd ignores him. Three more Loki's appear, surrounding and blocking the crowd from escaping. “I said KNEEL!” Loki yelled. While the crowd quietly kneels, Loki embraces out his arms with a wide smile

“Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state? It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel.” Loki declared.

As the words resonate to the kneeling crowd, an elder German man refuses to kneel and stands, heroic. “Not to men like you.”

“There are no men like me.” Loki specified.

“There are always men like you.” Elder German Man remarked.

“Look to your elder, people. Let him be an example.” As Loki is about to execute the man with his scepter as the light glows blue. Right as the energy beam shoots out, Captain America arrives, diving in just in time to block the blast with his shield, and knocking down Loki.

“You know, the last time I was in Germany and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing.” Captain America explained

Loki Standing up. “The soldier. A man out of time.”

“I'm not the one who's out of time.” Captain America replied.

From above Captain America, the Quinjet arrives. A machine gun is pointed towards Loki, while Natasha speaks from inside the aircraft.

“Loki, drop the weapon and stand down.”

Like greased lightning, Loki sends a blast of blue at the Quinjet. Natasha maneuvers it just in time, giving Cap the time to throw his shield at Loki. They both began to duke it out. Loki flings Cap to the ground, and then Cap throws his shield, but Loki swats it away. As Cap is knocked down by Loki, the scepter is pointed to Cap's helmet.

“Kneel.” Loki ordered.

“Not today!” Cap flips and knocks him out with his leg. Loki grabs him and flips him over]

“This guy's all over the place.” Natasha mumbled.

Suddenly AC/DC's "Shoot to Thrill" overdrives to the Quinjets speakers.

“Agent Romanoff, did you miss me?” Tony Stark wondered. Both Cap and Loki look up at the sky. Tony flies over in his Iron Man suit and blasts Loki right back to the ground. Iron Man touches down. He stands up and pulls out every piece of weaponry the suit has. “Make your move, Reindeer Games.”

Loki puts up his hands and surrenders. His armour materializes away

“Good move.” Tony said in a level tone.

“Mr. Stark.”

“Captain.”

Part 4

[lazyangeltreemoney]

The Sweetest Baker in Brooklyn 3/???

Description: Bucky Barnes is one of the most feared mobsters in all of NYC, however he finds himself falling for the sweetest Baker in Brooklyn who has her own secrets and troubled past.

Word Count: 3330

Pairing(s): Mob! Bucky x Parent!Reader

Warnings: violence, organised crime, alcoholism, abuse, angst, mentions of rape

A/N: there’s a lot in this chapter, nothing too graphic but warning there is a fair bit of violence in this one. Sorry this part took so long to finally be posted. 

Cautiously he pulled the phone out of his pocket 

“Hello?” 

“Hewwo Mister Bucky Sir, I think my Mom needs your help.” 

An hour earlier 

Y/N held onto Benny’s hand as she walked into the house trying to mentally prepare herself for what was to come. Benny wasn’t clueless, he might have been a kid but not clueless. Benny had always been a perspective child which often got him into trouble, being able to see and work out things he shouldn’t. With that Benny could hardly remember the last time he saw his Father. He had also worked out that his mother probably kept him away from his Father for some reason. 

Y/N walked into the house with her biggest fake smile on. Benny noted how it was the same one she used with annoying customers she would silently pray to leave with in the next second. 

“Benny you had an amazing day at school by the sounds of things.” Y/N called into the house taking off her coat and apron. 

Benny went to do the same when suddenly, 

“Y/N get in here with that imbecile.” Brock called back from the kitchen. 

His voice wasn’t the usual mumbling and slurring from when he was drunk, no this was so much worse. Brock sounded stone cold sober and pissed off. 

“Benny get upstairs, Now!” Y/N ordered. 

Benny did as he was told. He waited upstairs for it to start, he knew the routine. His Mom and Dad would argue, there would be yelling maybe the sound of something being thrown or smashed. It could last hours and at the end of it chances are his Mom would be crying. 

So Benny grabbed one of his teddies and a book to try and block out the sound. The yelling started he heard words like ‘Whore’ and ‘Slut’. He tried to focus on his book some more but the sounds just got louder until 

WHACK

It was followed by the sound of his mother screaming. Benny couldn’t help himself any longer, he needed to help his Mom. Grabbing his teddy he ran downstairs. He peered his head and threw the bannister to see a sight no child should have to see.  

On the kitchen table there were photos of Y/N and Benny with the nice man, Bucky. His Father looked furious, calling her a traitor and Benny a bastard. His mother was trying to shield herself from the punches. The scene made Benny feel sick to his stomach. He wasn’t stupid, Benny knew this wasn’t like the school bullies. Feeling helpless was like being sucked into a black hole to the small child.

However there was a saving grace, looking to the coat rack at the bottom of the stairs Benny grabbed the name card out of his mother apron and ran back upstairs to his parents room. He grabbed the phone and hid under the bed. Using his little hands he failed the number and put one finger in his ear to block out the sounds from downstairs.

Ring, Ring, Ring

“Hello.” 

Back at Steve’s House.

“Benny! Benny what’s wrong?” 

“It’s my Dad, he’s hurting my Mom really badly and I can’t get him to stop.” Benny pleaded down the phone. 

In the background of the phone call he could hear Y/N screaming. His blood was boiling, fuck whatever Y/N’s past was she didn’t deserve this. 

“Benny just stay where you are, I’m on my way.” Bucky ordered and hung up the phone. 

Bucky went to walk out the door when he felt a hand on his shoulder. 

“Her house is outside my territory, if it goes sideways I can’t protect you.” Steve warned him with a deep tone in his voice. 

“A kid just cried down the phone to me asking for my help to stop his piece of shit Father hitting his Mom and you’re trying to get me to walk away… You’ve changed Rogers.” Bucky retorted, storming out of the mansion. 

He ran to his car and ordered Sam to give him his fucking gun back. 

“What’s wrong man?” Sam came running handing Bucky his gun.

“Y/N’s in trouble, so is Benny.” Bucky seethed. 

“Shit.” Sam sighed and hopped into the car. 

He wasn’t going to let his best friend go into something like this alone. The car journey there was silent. Bucky was silently cursing that his car won’t go any faster. Sam was trying to get his head around Y/N being the daughter of Pierce and that pig Rumlow being her husband. The stories he’d heard about Rumlow, the man who would do anything for a price. It took knowing Y/N for all of two minutes for Sam to know the marriage must have been nothing more than tatic. 

They finally reached the house. The second they got out they heard the screams, it was a surprise that no one had called the cops. Bucky and Sam both instantly took their guns out and readied themselves. 

“I’ll get the kid, you get Y/N.” Sam ordered. 

The two ran into the house, knocking down the door. Y/N was on the floor, she looked bloodied and bruised. She was whimpering, begging Brock to stop. 

“Oh I’m nowhere near finished with you-” He was cut short from the sound of bullet going into his knee. 

“ARGH!” Brock fell to the floor in agony, screaming. 

Y/N looked up to see Bucky had fired the bullet. He had a dark look in his eyes, something Y/N had only seen a few times before in her life. The glassy eye star of a man who had to restrain himself from shooting to kill. Without a moment passing by Y/N pulled herself and ran toward Bucky. Brock called out for her, calling her a bitch and whore. He could call her anything he liked from now on Y/N told herself she would never have power over her again. Sam had gone upstairs to grab Benny. That left just the three of them left in the room. Bucky seemed to soften a little when Y/N was in her arms. Brock’s calls are almost forgotten about… almost. 

“Oh I see, run into his arms slut, how long do you think he’ll keep me away from my wife and child.” Brock seethed out from the pain. 

That was it. Silently Y/N grabbed the gun from Bucky and marched over to Brock. For the first time in her life she saw fear in Brock’s eyes and it made her smile. Bucky thought the worst,

“Y/N think about this for a second, Benny is just upstairs you don’t want him seeing-” 

BANG

He was cut off by the sound of the bullet being shot into Brocks other knee. 

“I am not your wife anymore and Benny sure as hell is no longer your son, we are going to leave this house and one way or another you will never see us again…understand?” Y/N clicked the safety off the gun and pointed it at Brock’s head. 

Brock defeatily nodded and with that Y/N walked out of the house. Benny quickly followed behind about jumped up into Y/N’s arms. The two held each other tightly as a sense of freedom washing over both of them. A few tears escaped Y/N’s eyes, finally she could have the life she wanted. All four of them went into the car and Bucky drove as carefully as he could so Benny would drift asleep. All the adrenaline leaving his body and suddenly leaving him exhausted. Bucky fiddled with the dials on the radio to help Benny sleep. His head was on Y/N’s lap, Sam kept glancing at the two in the back. Especially Y/N’s face, the bruises were already a deep dark purple and the scabs along her face, it was a hard sight to see. 

“Take her back to Steve’s she needs to see the Doc.” Sam said to Bucky. 

As pissed as Bucky still was with Steve, Sam was right. Also just incase Brock was going to pull some shit, Steve’s house was the safest place. To be honest he didn’t think Brock was going to pull anything within the next century after what Y/N did. It was clear that she had suffered abuse for how many years, silently taking its toll but despite all that, no one, no one messed with her son. 

Y/N herself felt in a haze, she mindlessly played with her sons hair to bring some peace in her mind. Yes, Brock was now in the past but what now? Bucky had come to save her but was he expecting something in return. Her opinion on most men was that they never did anything out of the good of their own heart, especially ones from the mob. Then there was Benny, she brought in just enough money from the bakery but could she even go back there, was it safe. Her mind was spiralling again when suddenly

“Doll, we’re here.” Bucky spoke softly to her. 

She looked out the car window to the most lavish mansion, it was practically a castle. Almost straight out of a story book. All it was missing was a tower with a lonely princess and a dragon. Y/N carried Benny, who was still fast asleep, Bucky placed a hand around the shoulder and then suddenly all the worry she had before seemed to wash away. It was the look in Bucky’s eyes that said ‘There’s no need to be scared from now on.’ 

The four of them all walked in, a blonde man stood in the entrance hall with a red head next to him. He looked stern and the red head… well she seemed to give nothing away. 

“Glad to see you alive, now tell me, is this going to come and bite me on the ass?” The blonde man arched a brow at Bucky. 

“Brock Rumlow won't be a problem however I suggest you call the Doc.” Bucky answered. 

Just as he did Benny began to stir and wake. 

Steve watched quietly as the child stirred and looked around the hallway. It looked like his eyes were about to pop out of his head. 

“Momma are we in a castle?” Benny yawned. 

Steve couldn’t help but chuckle at the little one. Benny grabbed onto his mother a little tighter when he noticed Steve and Natasha. Steve then studied the two a little closer, Benny seemed fine but Y/N, she looked like she had been through hell, it reminded Steve of his Mom… 

“Nat call Banner down here.” Steve ordered. 

Natasha nodded and headed further into the house. Just as she left Sam offered to take Benny to bed. Y/N went to argue saying how she doesn’t want Benny alone. 

“He’s not alone, he’s with the best bodyguard he could ever ask for.” Sam joked taking Benny out of her arms. 

Y/N watched him go, blowing him a small kiss. Clumsily the kid caught it just before he disappeared upstairs. That just left the three of them in a somewhat awkward silence. Mainly it was the hard stare Bucky was giving Steve that made Y/N uncomfortable. It was clear that something had happened between the two of them but it wasn’t Y/N’s place to pry. 

Then a saving grace appeared coming down the hall. 

“I believe I have a patient, what’s Clint done this time?” The man joked approaching the trio. 

He then saw Y/N’s face and his cheery attitude dropped. The man sighed and softly smiled at Y/N. 

“I take it you’re the patient, right this way Miss.” He pointed to a side door next to the corridor. 

Y/N followed, limping a little as she did. Bucky’s heart dropped a little when he noticed she’d properly been hiding it from the adrenaline. He went to follow her into the side room when Steve called him back. He debated not listening to him, disobeying him and following his heart to Y/N but he had toed the line enough tonight. Banner was more of a gentleman than any of them, he could be trusted with Y/N. 

“What is it Boss?” Bucky grimaced. 

Steve sighed and walked over to his friend, putting a hand on his shoulder. 

“You were right, I was being an ass.” Steve admitted, hanging his head. 

Bucky was stunned, only a total of 5 times had Steve ever admitted he was in the wrong. A small laugh escaped him as he processed it. 

“What made you realise that?” 

“Y/N’s face, it reminded me of Mom.” Steve said solemnly. 

Bucky sighed, he remembered the bruises on Sarah’s face and how Steve would come running to him saying how he didn’t know what to do. How when they were barely strong enough they stood up to Steve’s Dad, he remembered Steve pulling the trigger. Long story short, Sarah had lived in a fancy Suburban house with chickens to look after until she passed 2 years ago. 

“Listen, Rumlow won’t be a problem.” Bucky tried to reassure Steve. 

“Is he dead?” Steve asked. 

“No but Y/N shot him in the kneecap and then held the gun to his head threatening to kill him if she ever saw him again, never seen a fucker so scared in my life.” Bucky explained to Steve with a hint of pride in his voice. 

“Your girl did that, wow.” Steve whistled at the thought of it. 

“She’s not my girl.” Yet

“Sure Punk, go see how she’s getting on with Banner then I suggest you all stay here tonight just in case.” Steve said walking away before Bucky could argue. 

Bucky simply shook his head in annoyance and headed to Y/N and Banner. Banner was the on sight Doctor, being in his line of work meant there was a chance of things always ending up with a bullet being somewhere it shouldn’t. Banner had always been a kind man but god help the poor soul who pissed him off. 

Bucky walked into the room, Y/N was sat on the hospital style bed and Banner was sat on the seat next to her making some notes. Y/N now had a gauze of her cheek and a plaster over a scrape on her forehead. Most of the blood had been cleaned away from her arms and face. Her clothes still looked bloody, have to sort that later. 

Y/N’s head turned to Bucky as he walked in the room and a soft smile formed on her face. 

“Ah Barnes, I was just explaining to Y/N here that the swelling should go down with the next few days, for now she can take two of these after some food for the pain.” Banner explained. 

Y/N noted how even his voice was soft, he didn’t look like your typical rough and ready criminal. Maybe she would pick his brains about how he got involved with this another time. Right now she just wanted her son and some sleep. Bucky told her how she would be sleeping here tonight. He had to guide her through the house, she figured that she would have to ask for a map another time. He led her up some stairs and down a corridor until they reached a room. 

Y/N walked it, it was surprisingly homely. Tan carpet along with mustard silk curtains. The big was nearly as big as her whole room back at the house… The house, shit! All of her stuff was still there and she sure as hell couldn’t go back there. 

“Fuck.” She sighed. 

“What is it, Doll?” there was more worry in Bucky’s voice than he was happy to admit. 

“Am I an idiot if I only just now realise that everything I own except for the clothes on my back is still at that house?” She sighed lying on the bed.

As she did she saw the mirror staring back at her.

“ha and even these clothes are bloody and ruined.” She groaned putting her hands in her head. 

Bucky walked over to her and carefully held her hands. Part of him wanted to scold himself for how much he enjoyed holding them. 

“Doll you did the right thing leaving then and there, on top of that you haven’t got to worry about nicknacks you left there, I promise you that here you’re every need will be taken care of.” Bucky spoke softly to her. 

“Yes but how long can I stay here?” There was no hope in her voice. 

“As long as you need.” Bucky reassured her. 

Y/N looked up into Bucky’s eyes. Every word he spoke was so sincere when he talked to her. It was having a constant star in a storm… and yet she still had to ask,

“Why would you do all of this for me?” 

At that moment Bucky couldn’t put it into words, so he decided not to. Instead he leaned forward and caught her lips. He was gentle and held the none bandaged side of her face. After the first few seconds of shock went away Y/N slowly kissed back. It felt so perfect, Y/N had never been kissed like that in her life. It was nothing like the kisses from Brock, they were hard and rough and almost painful. This, this was sweet and soft and caring. When they finally parted Y/N was almost breathless. Bucky couldn’t help but smirk a little at that. Y/N was still gathering her thoughts when nonchalant Bucky got up and walked to the drawer. He pulled out a large t-shirt and handed it to Y/N before walking out of the room. 

It took Y/N a few moments to even realise he’d left. Taking a breath she took off the bloody dress and undergarments and replaced it with the t-shirt. Assuming Bucky had left her alone for the night she began to explore the room. The bed had about a thousand pillows on it and all the ornaments seemed to be made from solid oak. Even when lying on the mattress it felt as if she was sleeping on air. Letting out a content sigh she was about to go to sleep when there was a knock at the door. 

“Hello?” Y/N called out cautiously. 

“It’s me Doll, you dressed?” It was Bucky. 

Y/N let out a small sigh of relief and opened the door to see him in his pajamas. Okay now she was confused. She must have clearly shown it on her face. 

“Doll this is my room, why do you think my shirts are in here?” Bucky explained heading to the bed. 

“Oh, right… well let’s head to bed then.” Y/N mumbled trying to hide her worry. 

However it didn’t get past Bucky. 

“Doll what is it?” Bucky’s caring tone was nearly enough to break down all her walls, but

“Just stay on your side of the bed.” She muttered getting into the covers. 

“Doll.” Bucky sighed, he clearly wasn’t going to let it drop. 

“Fine, the last time I shared a bed with a man was when Benny was conceived and at the time I didn’t particularly want to… you know.” She couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence. 

Instead she rolled herself so as not to face Bucky.

“Just stay on your side of the bed, please.” Her voice seemed so weak. 

With that Bucky got out of the bed. 

“Where are you going?” Y/N asked. 

“From now on your body is your own, nobody can do anything to it without your permission, Y/N.” Bucky spoke to her. 

With that he bid her goodnight. As he left Y/N closed her eyes and for the first time in a long time drifted away to sleep happily.