#2. buckys named after bucky barnes from marvel. they didn't know that. they said they were just watching a marvel movie before we got there

[florida3exclamationpoints]

:'( :') they were nice. They're prepared for a husky. They like him. He likes them. He's really gonna be leaving soon.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

My Sweetheart: Part 2

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You purchase a vintage sweetheart bracelet from an antique store and with it, comes the spirit of the woman who owned it. Through her, you go on an interesting journey to find out what happened to her old lover.

Part 1

It's been two days since you've basically taken a ghost back home with you. Said ghost named Dot who was attached to the sweetheart bracelet you bought. In the few days since discovering her, you've discovered that she can be pretty powerful. She'll open doors, knock things over, stuff to grab your attention. While she does have a lot of energy, communicating with you can take a lot out of her sometimes. Now it's day three and you're at your computer with a pen and paper beside you to see if she can give you the name of this Jamie person.

You watch as the pen moves a bit but doesn't lift. You're sure she's trying her best, but it kind of frustrates you. You want to help Dot so she can move on and so that you can get back to living your regular life, completely alone without your newfound ghost roommate.

Ways to talk to ghosts

You type the words into google and click on the first link you see: ouija board, a spiritual medium, pendulums, rods, voice recorder, or a spirit box.

Out of all the options, you felt like the ouija board would be the best bet to communicate with Dot. So later that day you go to your local Target and purchase a ouija board, because, yes, they do sell those there. The board being considered as a game.

Later that night, after you've had dinner, you sit in your living room. You have the ouiji board set on your coffee table. The lights are off in the room except for a few candles you lit. You place the sweetheart bracelet beside the board, hoping it'll bring as much of Dot's energy as possible. Beside that, is a pad and paper for you to jot notes

You take the planchette, sliding it over to HELLO.

You take a deep breath, "Dot, are you here?"

With your fingers lightly touching the planchette, they slide towards YES on their own.

"Alright. What is your full name?"

You watch at the device slides over each letter to spell out D-O-L-O-R-E-S-M-I-L-L-A-R-D.

"Dolores Millard. Okay. Nice to meet you, Dolores. But I'm assuming you prefer Dot?"

YES, she says as it slides to the upper left of the board.

"Alright, Dot. Who is this Jamie you want me to look for him? Why do you want me to look for him?"

J-A-M-E-S-B-A-R-N-E-S

"James Barnes? Uuuhh, is there anything else you can give me? Does he have a middle name? It'll make things easier to looking him up."

B-U-C-H-A-N-A-N.

"James Buchanan Barnes. Alright. Give me a second," you pull out your phone and type in James Buchanan Barnes as well as 1940s.

You went through a list of men, Dot either telling you YES or NO. Then it hit you, "Wait. Hold on."

You type in BUCKY BARNES to google and tap on a picture captured of him and Sam Wilson, "Is this your Jamie? Is Bucky Barnes your Jamie?"

YES.

"...well shit!"

_______________________________

Bucky didn't expect things to go this way. He didn't think he'd find himself working beside Captain America again. However, he did find it therapeutic in a way. Sure, he still went to therapy, just not with Dr. Raynor anymore, but this was a different kind of therapeutic. This was him doing good, to make up for all the bad he's done as the Winter Soldier.

The newly renovated Avengers Compound in upstate New York was where Bucky stayed a majority of his time. He still had his place in Brooklyn when he needed to get away from Sam and the newbies, but, for the most part, this was where he can be found.

"Uh, hey, Mister Barnes?"

Bucky looks away from the tv to see Kamala looking at him confused, "What is it, kid?" He asks the young Avenger.

"So there's this lady in the main lobby asking for you. She said it's important?"

"Define important."

Kamala shrugs, "I don't know. Something about a bracelet and a lady named Dot."

Bucky's brows raise in interest, "Dot?"

"FRIDAY?"

"Yes, Bucky?"

"Bring up the CCTV footage of the lobby?"

"Got it," a holoscreen appears and you're seen sitting in a waiting area. Your leg is bouncing, your fingers are tapping on your lap.

"Is she someone you know?" Kamala asks.

Bucky shakes his head, "Nope, but she's mentioned someone that from my past. So I guess I'm gonna talk to her."

Kamala excitedly asks, "Need backup?!"

He chuckles at her eagerness. Even after working with Carol and Monica, Kamala is always wanting to jump in to help, "I think I'll be okay. You can watch the live footage if you want, just in case."

"OKAY!" Kamala plops herself onto the couch where Bucky previously sat and watched the holoscreen eagerly.

It takes a few minutes for Bucky to get to the lobby. The new Avengers Compound is much bigger now after Thanos destroyed the first one.

His brows furrow as he thinks about Dot. It's been literal decades since he's seen her. He knows she's long passed away after looking her and several other of his loved ones up on the internet. She ended up marrying another guy, had a few kids, and a few grandkids. She died about a decade ago.

When Bucky entered the lobby, you spotted him immediately. One of the security guards rushed to stop you, but Bucky held his hand up, "It's okay."

He then looks at you, "Do I know you?"

You shake your head, "No, sorry, um...can we go somewhere private?"

It's Bucky's turn to shake his head, "Sorry. Since I don't necessarily if you're a threat or not, this is the best we can do."

"Alright," you sigh and pull up your sleeve to reveal a bracelet, "Does this look familiar to you?"

Bucky looks down at your wrist and gestures, "May I?" You slip it off and place it into his metal hand. He looks at it and suddenly remembers, "Dot. I gave this to her before I was shipped out for the war."

"Right. Okay, so, um...do you believe in ghosts, Mr. Barnes?"

He snorts, "Call me Bucky, and, I mean, I've fought aliens, super soldiers, died and came back a few times now, so, sure, I guess ghosts are real. Why?"

"Soooo it seems that Dot's spirit is still connected to this...realm...? Anyway, she's attached to this bracelet and her spirit asked me to find you. I think, maybe, for some closure?"

"Is Dot here now?" Bucky asks, a bit, weirded out by this whole thing.

You shrug, "I don't know. I can't see her."

"Then how'd you communicate with her?"

"She wrote on my steamed up mirror the first time and then it's been primarily through ouija board."

"Those things actually work?"

"Seems so. Anyway, I'd really appreciate it if you helped me give her spirit closure so I can start living a normal life again, sans my new ghost roommate."

Bucky snorts. You're very interesting. It seems you're also very determined and a little desperate to solve this Dot situation out. Bucky's not busy. Sam's away on his own mission, so that leaves Bucky to some free time.

"Yeah. Sure, I guess I'll help."

"Thank you!" you fist bump the air, "Should we start now?"

"What exactly should we do first?"

You slip off your tote bag that you've been carrying and pull out the ouija board you've been using, "We can make contact with Dot?"

"You're...efficient," you shrug and Bucky chuckles, "Yeah. Sure. Okay. Um, we need to get you clearance first so, uh, come with me." You follow him to the desk and watch as he discusses your clearance badge to one of the security. You never thought buying a pretty vintage bracelet from an antique store would lead you to meeting an Avenger.

[inneedofsupervision]

Masterlist

Here you can find all the fanfics I have written. Feel free to reblog, like and comment on whatever you enjoyed reading. You can find all of the fics on Ao3 too.

Short Info: All relationships in my fics are strongly platonic and without romantic or sexual themes unless explicitly stated otherwise. Fandoms I'm not writing for are marked with (*)

Spider-Man & The Avengers

Movie Night? No, thank you. - Lee! Peter Parker / Ler! Bucky Barnes, Ler! Sam Wilson (Read on Ao3)

This Thing about Blankets and Second Chances - Lee! Peter Parker / Ler! Bucky Barnes, Ler! Sam Wilson (Read on Ao3)

So, you got Detention - Lee! Peter Parker / Ler! Steve Rogers (Read on Ao3)

The Big Bad Wolf And The Itsy Bitsy Spider - Lee! Peter Parker / Ler! Bucky (Read on Ao3)

Suit Up - Lee! Peter Parker / Ler! Ned (Read on Ao3)

An eventfull Tuesday Afternoon - Series (completed)

Part 1: No Spilling Secrets - Lee! Peter Parker / Ler! Clint Barton, Ler! Sam Wilson, Ler! Bucky Barnes (Read on Ao3)

Part 2: Hey Mister Villain - Lee! Peter Parker / Ler! Tony Stark (Read on Ao3)

Venom

Sweet Tooth - Lee! Eddie / Ler! Venom (Read on Ao3)

Kuroshitsuji / Black Butler T-Fics (*)

(All Black Butler fanfics are based on the manga, not the anime)

Prince Soma's Remedy for Boredom - Lee! Ciel / Ler! Soma (Read on Ao3)

Sore Loser - Lee! Ciel / Ler! Soma

Past Your Bedtime - Lee! Ciel / Ler! Sebastian (Read on Ao3)

Sleepless Nights / Lee! Ciel / Ler! Sebastian (Read on Ao3)

Nanbaka T-Fics (*)

Poker & Punishments - Lee! Jyugo / Ler! Uno, Ler! Rock, Ler! Nico (Read on Ao3)

Roll Call - Lee! Jyugo / Ler! Hajime (Read on Ao3)

Supernatural T-Fics (*)

An Angels Helping Hands (2024 Squealing Santa) - Lee! Dean / Ler! Castiel (Read on Ao3)

Non-Tickle Fics!

Marvel

An Enemy? A Friend? No, just your friendly neighborhood Spiderman.

Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Summary:

"Come on, Parker, say something. But don't make it embarrassing," thinks Peter. "Those are your childhood heroes, and they want something from you. Just say hi like a normal person." "Good evening, Mr. Barton, Sir. Mr. Wilson, Sir." "How do you know our names," asks Clint, sounding genuinely curious. "You have a Wikipedia page!" blurts Peter out before wincing inwardly. There goes his plan for a non-embarrassing first impression. "You've read our Wikipedia pages?" asks Sam slowly, as if saying the words slowly would let them make more sense. "Twice, actually." ________________________________ Are the Avengers a Team? Yes. Are they on good terms? Not necessarily. Has the public caught up on that? Maybe a little. When Fury sends the team on the mission to investigate the identity of New York's favorite vigilante, they have to learn to work as a team and not damage their already battered image. Or, the story of how the Avengers have to earn the public's trust back with the help of a certain crime fighting Spider.

(Read on Ao3)

I didn't ask, did I?

Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

Summary:

Happy begrudgingly steps aside and walks after Tony into the diner. The billionaire skillfully ignores the gasps of surprise and the poor attempt to take pictures of him secretly as he strides straight up to the counter. "Two cheeseburgers and a large fry. To go." "Please get in line and wait for your turn, Sir." "Excuse me?" Tony slowly pulls his sunglasses down and glances at the skinny teen behind the register. "Bad hearing comes with age, huh?" mutters the teen under his breath. Happy makes a choking sound behind him. ___________________ Or, how Tony Stark gets sassed by some high schooler working part-time and makes it his mission to figure out what he did to make this kid he'd never seen hate him. If that means annoying the hell out of said high schooler, that's not his problem.

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Seventeen (Kpop)

Intoxicated

One Shot

Summary:

There Jihoon goes, throwing over his rules for the year, to go with Soonyoung's whim and go drinking only to get a hangover. But worse than the hangover were these weird dreams he had that night. Who would believe that he met that guy out of a math lecture on his way home, inviting him over to "eat ramen" at his place, only for the dude to turn out to be a vampire and get his blood sucked?

Read on Ao3

[springdandelixn]

Hello, My Lovely Spring Rolls!

To celebrate such milestones in my personal (birthday! woot woot!) and tumblr (500 followers!) life, I will be hosting my first-ever (and hopefully the beginning of more) sleepover for all of us to enjoy!

I've only been actively posting my stories on this site since October 2022 and truthfully, you guys have been such a blast and I cannot thank you enough for the support and love you continuously give.

With that being said, I hope you would join me in this sleepover and make more memories together!

For this sleepover, we will be having 2 events; 1) Writing Challenge, and 2) Fic Requests.

🌻This challenge is only open to 18+. Minors, please DNI.

🌻The theme for this challenge is, you guessed it, SPRING! Not only is it on my tumblr name but it's my favorite season of all time. I know we are still far away from it but oh well.

🌻The sleepover will start on January 31st and end on March 31st (though my birthday is on the 7th of March huehue) No late submissions, please.

🌻This challenge is open to all genres BUT (and it's a big one) if you've been hanging around me for a while, you know what my preferences are—angst, smut, and dark.

🌻All tropes are allowed—Mafia, A/B/O, enemies to lovers, lovers to enemies, even step-cest if that's your vibe.

🌻Characters must ONLY be from the following fandom:

Game of Thrones - Jorah Mormont, Petyr Baelish or Jaime Lannister

MCU/Marvel - Vision, Loki, Thor, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner or Logan Howlett

DCU - Clark Kent or Bruce Wayne

Sebastian Stan Characters - Lee Bodecker or Steve Kemp

Chris Evans Characters - Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett, Andy Barber, Jake Jensen or Ari Levinson

Tom Hiddleston Characters - Jonathan Pine, James Conrad or Thomas Sharpe

Miscellaneous - Joel Miller (The Last of Us - Either Pedro Pascal or the video game character) or Samuel Drake (Uncharted)

🌻Reader insert only, no OFCs or ships. Sorry.

🌻Entries must be new and original. I will not allow any entries that are part of an ongoing series. If it is, make sure that it can be read as a stand-alone piece.

🌻There is no word limit but do make sure to add the Keep Reading line after 500 words.

🌻Please use the tag #rolling into spring writing challenge when posting your work and tag me in it. If I haven't reblogged it or given a comment within 24 hours after you've posted, shoot me a message.

🌻No Underage, Beastiality, Incest, Monster(??) and Water Sports.

🌻A prompt list will be provided for this challenge but it is not mandatory to use them. You can use them as a guide to help you kickstart your work. The most important thing is that your story has the element of Spring in it.

🌻I reserve the right to not read or interact with your work if it makes me uncomfortable or if you didn't abide by the rules. Warnings are a MUST and should be written appropriately.

🌻Any questions that you may have, my DMs are open. You can also join my discord server to engage with others and bounce off ideas with one another.

🌻Rules of the writing challenge pretty much apply here as well.

🌻I will be providing a dialogue prompt list for you to choose from. You can also suggest a trope or give me a brief description of your request.

🌻Please use this form when requesting a fic. Just so as not to crowd my ask box.

🌻Fics will only be written with dark themes. (sorrynotsorry)

Now that the ground rules have been laid, all that's left to do is to have fun! And I look forward to your requests as well as what you'll come up with for this event! Make me squirm and gimme hay fever! (okno) haha

Writing Challenge Prompts

Fic Request Prompts

[braveclementine]

Chapter 11

Warnings: 18+ readers only, teasing, slight stimulation, pet names

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs: Elizabeth Silvertongue and Clementine Greenleaf. I also own Clementines' brother Donavan. The following OCs are owned by other Wattpad writers as this is a collaboration project. Their OCs are on the face claim page. I do not condone any copying of this.

For many weeks leading up to October, I would join Bucky and Steve for lunch after working on Sundays, while we slowly went through the Jurassic park movies. They loved hearing my tidbits as we went through Jurassic Park 2 and 3. When we reached Jurassic World however, Steve and Bucky had straightened up in shock. 

"Is that Peter?" Steve asked. 

"Maybe. . ." Bucky said slowly as though in doubt. 

"Peter Quil?" I asked confused. "He's done a handful of movies, why?" 

"He's a teacher we work with, that's all." Steve answered quickly. "Although he's more of a substitute so he's not here most of the time." 

 "Hmm so billionaires and movie stars work at this school. Interesting." I replied lightly, settling in as we watched Owen Grady train the raptors. 

"Stars? As in plural?" Bucky asked. 

"Oh yeah." I said. "Uh Dean Fury was in a couple of star wars movies, he was in the very first Jurassic park movie, he's been in quite a few movies. It's just a little bit of a surprise that people with so much money and could retire become teachers." Then I grinned, "Or maybe. . . maybe it's a cover. The school is a cover." 

Steve looked like a deer in headlights but Bucky chuckled, pulling me closer in a teasing way. "Oh yeah? What sort of cover doll?" 

Every single time he called me this nickname I needed to try and get space because I became so aroused. My cheeks burned too, so I knew he had to know he was making me flustered. 

"Hmmm," I said thoughtfully. "The mafia?" 

Steve chuckled softly and Bucky grinned, "The mafia hmm? You like bad boys like that?" 

I was suddenly very confused and flustered, deciding it was better just to ignore him and watch the movies. 

I wasn't sure why I had become so comfortable with my teachers, or when it had become so. It felt like it had been instantaneous before I remembered I spent a few weeks thinking Professor Barnes hated me. But that felt like a lifetime ago, not two months. 

Bucky chuckled, "She does like bad boys." 

"Shut up." I mumbled, biting my bottom lip, focusing solely on the boys arriving to the amusement park. "You'll miss the movie." 

But I could feel his smug silence throughout the rest of the movie and when he drove me back to the campus. 

I had also started hanging out in a very strange group which consisted of Helen, Ivy, Venus, and Destiny. Most of them had tragic pasts and Venus didn't talk much but whatever had happened to her had rendered her half-human, half-robot/cyborg and always looked like she was hiding something. The other three hadn't really shared their pasts, but from the way they constantly seemed to look around warily, there was definitely trauma. 

I had also taken up therapy, which I attended every Friday after classes. I wasn't really sure if the classes were working, but it also felt just a little bit good opening up about some of the things I was feeling. 

I had been wrong to an extent. Professor Wilson- or Sam as he was getting me to call him while we were in session- did not tell me things I wanted to hear. His advice was sometimes unappealing, but when followed through, I found it helpful. 

And then there was John. After hanging out with him once or twice, despite my bad feelings, I found that he wasn't really bad company. He could even be funny, sometimes making me laugh. 

But with all of this, I was barely seeing Clementine. We were both working, studying, and trying to balance social lives. . . but we weren't including each other in our social lives. I had tried to hang out with her friends and she had tried to hang out with mine. But her friends were all science nerds who seemed to go out of their way to make me feel stupid. And my friends were just not the right fit her. 

I missed her though and I wondered if now that we were adults, we would grow apart completely. 

Halloween started to roll around the corner, and the campus was hosting an outdoor movie night. I'm not sure if they just wanted us to freeze to death since the high was going to be sixty-three, but regardless, it was something the entire campus was talking about. 

"Hey." Clementine said as she came into the dorm. I had just finished making a delicious salad with all the meats and stuff, putting it out on the table. I had leftover chicken that Bucky and I had cooked together one of my Saturdays over and had been able to bring home. 

"Hey." I said, setting two plates down on the table. "How was class?" 

"Good. I was thinking, we should go to the movie thing together. Dress up, ya know?" Clem asked, dropping her bag on the couch, sitting down as we started to eat. 

"Any costume ideas?" I asked slowly, knowing that we usually paired outfits, but I wasn't sure if she was going to dress up with her new friend group. 

"I was thinking Hololive characters?" Clementine said hesitantly. "What do you think?" 

"Sounds adorable." I said slowly, trying to picture a costume in my mind. Gawr Gura would be pretty cute, but I wasn't sure I could pull her off. "Just us or are we including our friends too?" 

"Up to you, but I'd like to do just us if you like that." Clementine said. 

"Yeah." I smiled, popping a piece of sliced pepperoni into my mouth. 

"Great!" Clementine said enthusiastically. "Can't wait to see which character you pick." 

Yes, that was the question, wasn't it? 

ꨄ︎

I finished braiding my newly dyed hair together, letting the dark strands layer in with the light gray, almost silver strands. Then I stood up, slowly and carefully getting into my outfit. It was a red plaid skirt with a gray sort've corset. It also came with a matching gray. . . almost collar sort've thing with gold edging and red string to tie it together. Clementine had helped me stitch together a slide on jacket with large, frilly sleeves that hid my hands and I had fashioned a hat to match everything. I even popped light red contacts in my eyes to finish the whole thing off. 

I wore black stockings that ended above my knees, fitted with black lace, and then wore small school girl shoes. Finally, I stood in the mirror looking like Sakamata Chloe from Hololive. 

I smiled and then exited the room to see that Clementine was waiting in the dorm for me. She had debated between Amelia Watson and Sakura Miko, before finally settling in as Houshou Marine. 

She hadn't dyed her hair like I had, instead wearing a pink and white wig, with amber contacts in her eyes. She wore a neat little black dress that finished in a tight white collar around her neck. She wore black gloves that traveled mid-way up her arm. I wasn't quite sure what she was wearing around her legs, but she was also wearing school girl shoes.

I grinned, watching her twirl a butterfly knife in her hands. "You look great." 

Clementine looked up, eyes lighting up as she saw me, "Oh you look amazing! The hair came out great!" 

"Thanks." I said, grinning. "Ready to go?" 

"Yes." She said, grabbing the bag of candy to stuff into her purse. I giggled, grabbing the pumpkin candy corns that for me and solely me. 

We headed out of the dorm and I immediately felt giddy, seeing everyone else dressed up for Halloween. I had been a little worried that Clem and I might stand out as being too sexy, despite both of us covering up well enough. But my worries were unwarranted. Compared to half of the other girls here, Clem and I were practically the epitome of modesty. 

"Let's sit near the back." Clementine suggested as we reached Central Park, the place that the College had set the outdoor movies at. "We can sit near the speakers, and we won't have to crane our necks to see the screen." 

"Excellent." I said and we did just that, spreading the blanket out on the ground, making ourselves comfortable. We had even packed a small picnic and Clementine decided to set that up at the moment, pulling out the thermos of hot chocolate. 

I pulled out the marshmallows and we made our cups and settled in as the first movie started, which was Nightmare Before Christmas. Then there was The Shining, then Hocus Pocus, which I absolutely loved. 

"Hey girls." I heard a voice behind me as Coraline started to play. I looked up to see Professors Rogers, Barnes, and Wilson there. 

"Hello Professors." We said together. I couldn't help but rake my eyes over them. 

Professor Rogers was dressed as a cowboy, his brown leather vest sleeveless, showing off his rippling muscles. His blue jeans were skin tight, nearly painted on his legs, which showed off his firm thighs and fine ass. 

Professor Barnes was dressed as a police officer, his blue cap perched jauntily on his head. The outfit did his thighs wonders, the muscles bulging against the fabric. His fingers played with the handcuffs that were sitting on his belt and as I met his eyes, he raised an eyebrow, lifting them, which just made me redder. 

Professor Wilson didn't look half bad either, dressed as Dr. Facilier from the Princess and the Frog. 

"You girls look great." Professor Rogers added and I suddenly realized that he'd been looking Clem and I over just as much as I had been looking him over. His cheeks were fairly pink and he quickly sat down next to me. Bucky sat behind the two of us, Professor Wilson taking the other side of Clem. 

"Thanks." I mumbled. 

"Good enough to eat." Bucky whispered so softly in my ear that I wasn't even sure I'd heard him say anything at all. 

"You ever seen this movie before?" Steve asked, motioning to the movie screen. I had forgotten that we were even watching movies. 

"A handful of times. Coraline is pretty good." I said. "Want some?" I asked, offering my bag of pumpkin candy corn.

He looked it blankly. "What is it?" 

I gasped, "You haven't had candy corn before?" 

"Good, don't, it's disgusting." Clementine called over to him, "It's literally just pure sugar and gelatin." 

I huffed. "They're delicious. I don't know what you're problem is." 

"Disgusting." Clementine muttered. 

"You're the one who eats nuts in her candy." I muttered darkly, watching her bite into a snickers. I pretended to hold back vomit and Clementine punched me in the arm. 

I placed a pumpkin in Steve's hand and Bucky reached over to pluck one out, both of them popping it into their mouths at the same time. Both of them made puzzled faces as they slowly chewed them over before Steve quickly swallowed his, reaching for his water. Bucky on the other hand, plucked a second one away from me to eat it again. 

Just like with the Jurassic Park movies, I found myself getting far to comfortable, leaning against Steve's arm as the movie progressed. I could also feel Bucky moving in behind the two of us, his fingers grazing against my hip lightly. 

I completely forgot that it wasn't just the three of us until Clementine coughed next to me. I jumped a little, my body jerking away from both of my Professors. I glanced over discretely to see if she had noticed, and received a shock. 

Her head was rested against Professor Wilsons' shoulder, their fingers laced behind their backs on the blanket. I flushed, quickly looking away, placing my own hands in my lap. 

I was feeling rather conflicted as Coraline ended and the last movie of the night came on: Pet Semetary. I had read the book and was quite confident that the movie wouldn't be as scary. . . I was wrong. They built the tension just perfectly in the movie and I had to hide my face into Steve's shoulder a fair number of times. And when the old man walked down the stairs slowly, I pressed back into Bucky and then flinched as the girl stabbed him in the ankle with the scissors, a muffled scream against my lips. 

Bucky had just chuckled, pulling me into his arms, holding me tightly. I looked around, but no one was near us to care. Sam and Clem were seemingly in their own little world as Sam kissed her shoulder. 

It grew colder as the night went on and I shivered, pressing into my brunette professor to gain some warmth. The movie slowly came to an end with a great finale, which I found terrifying, squealing behind clenched teeth that were starting to chatter. 

"Should get inside." Steve said, as the wind picked up again. I jerked as the empty candy bag flew away, chasing after it out of instinct, not wanting to litter. 

I nearly tripped over my own two feet, before managing to catch it, coming to a stop. Panting, I turned around and realized that I was in the forest bit of Central Park. I walked over to one of the trash cans, putting the bag in, before hearing a group of voices. 

Out of instinct, I darted away, hiding behind a tree. It was indeed Clementines' friends, and I was glad that I had hidden, so no one could find me. 

Just as I had thought that, a hand was placed over my mouth and I jumped, before relaxing at seeing it was just Professor Barnes. 

"You know doll, running off like that, you could get hurt." Bucky whispered darkly in my ear. My breathing had slowed down now, shallow, anticipating what was going to happen next. 

"Just didn't want to litter." I squeaked out. 

"There's so many bad people out at night." He continued, his hands on my hips now, his knee moving slowly between my leg. I had never been touched by a man like this and my heart was pounding. Heat seemed to be gathering between my legs in an unfamiliar way. I hoped he couldn't feel it the way I could. 

"G- good thing you're here then." I managed to say. 

"Oh doll, I am one of those bad boys." I felt metal around my wrists as he closed the handcuffs around them, lifting the chain so that I was on my tiptoes, resting it on a branch above my head, pushing it back far enough so that I couldn't free myself. "But, something tells me," He pushed his knee into my core harder, "You like bad boys." 

Our lips were inches apart, his blue eyes reflected in the moonlight. I felt dazed, my throat dry from the sweets and nothing to drink, eyelids tired, but adrenaline was coursing through my veins now. 

"Buck?" Steve's voice broke through the air, breaking the spell and shame swelled inside of me. How could I have possibly even harbored this fantasy, how could I have even thought of humoring this, when Steve was Bucky's husband? How could Bucky do such a thing to Steve, when they said that they loved each other so much? "Bucky?" 

"Right here Steve." Bucky purred, calling out. "I hope you're alone." 

I couldn't understand why Bucky wasn't trying to get out of this compromising situation. 

I heard Steve chuckle and say, "What are you up to punk?" I could hear his footsteps, crunching on the stiff grass as he came around the tree, stopping as he saw the two of us. Bucky ran his fingers across my chin, gripping my jaw so that I was forced to look at Steve. I could see his eyes, which darkened, a grin spreading across his face. 

And I understood. 

They were both in on it. 

I was suddenly drenched and Bucky chuckled, slowly moving his knee in circles, stimulating something so that small waves of pleasure seemed to shoot through my body from my core, down to my toes, and up to my head. 

"You look good princess." Steve purred, before coming to stand at the side of the tree, so he was behind me, and so he could whisper right into my ear. "Wanted to punch every guy that looked at you. You're to sexy in this outfit for your own good. This skirt makes your adorable little ass look so round and perfect." 

I couldn't breathe. Steve didn't even like people using 'hell' or 'shit' in class. How could he be talking like this? 

"You need to say something doll." Bucky whispered. 

My brain finally caught up with what was happening. Before I could even stop myself, or deliver it in a different fashion, the words just slipped out of my mouth: 

"I don't believe in sex outside of marriage." 

My heart dropped out of my chest as they both took a step back. I closed my eyes, sighing, "Sorry. I-I-" 

"Hey." Steve murmured softly, cupping my cheek. "That's alright Elizabeth. You don't have to worry, okay? We understand. Hell, that's a belief I've had for the longest time except-" 

"You're already married." I grinned, glad that he was alright with it. 

"No worries doll." Bucky kissed my cheek anyways. "Let me get you down." 

"Sorry." I mumbled again. 

"No. It's good you told us before we took it to a place you'd regret. That would be worse." Steve reassured me. 

Suddenly, I thought I heard a familiar voice and I frowned. Steve went to speak again, but I held up my hands, since they were still cuffed together. They both fell silent and I listened hard. 

". . . doing here?" Clementines' voice was angry. 

"Happy Halloween sister." 

"Get them off Buck, now!" I ordered, voice sharp and cold. The adrenaline was back, but this time it felt like I had a bucket of cold ice thrown over me. Bucky didn't hesitate, unlocking the handcuffs with a trick motion and I didn't look back as I sprinted in the direction of the voices. 

"CLEMENTINE!" I shouted as I came to a fork in the path. 

"Elizabeth?" Clementine's voice came from my left and I sprinted in that direction, skidding to a stop when I saw Donavan there. 

"Well hello there Lizzy." Donavan grinned, dimples showing in both cheeks as he smiled. "Did you miss me?" 

Bonus: 

(Admittedly though, the Steve in my story is before he got the beard and still has the much lighter blond hair. But this was pretty hot so. . .) 

[mrsstruggle]

The Lost Child - Chapter 12 // Teen Wolf x Marvel AU

Summary: Y/N Stark was taken from her family when she was three years old. It's fifteen years later and her family believes she is dead. Then how is she in Beacon Hills?

Warnings: Language, Depictions of Violence/Injury/Death/Murder, Mentions of Needles/Being Injected, Characters Held Captive, Mentions of Drugs, Accusations of an Inappropriate Relationship, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is anything else)

Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Vision x Wanda Maximoff, & More To Come!

Previous Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Scott McCall x Allison Argent

Words: 2.8k

Note: I am posting every 2-3 days! I'm going to try to get on a schedule of posting every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday!

Additional Note: While this is a Teen Wolf x Marvel AU, not everything is true to the shows/movies/comics. I had to change things for the story. This also loosely follows Teen Wolf Season 4.

One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so that more people can see themselves in this story.

***I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment only.***

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"What are you talking about? What's going on?" Tony questions.

"Tell me you're lying," Derek doesn't want what Lydia said to be true.

"Why would I lie?" Lydia looks up at Derek, tears slowly streaming down her face.

The Avengers in the room didn't understand what was going on. One second the red-haired girl was intensely listening to the fireplace, and now Y/N's friends say she's some key to a list. Her being the key seems to be something horrible due to their reactions.

"I, uh, I'm..." Stiles stands up from his spot on the ground, "I need some air." He rushes out of the lake house through the front door. Lydia gets up from her spot in front of the laptop and runs after him.

Steve looks at Scott and Derek, "Can one of you please tell us what's happening? We need to know everything so we can find Peter and Y/N."

Derek and Scott share a look as Derek walks over to the laptop. He bends down to look at the list to see if they had gotten in.

Seeing the list staring back at him, Derek turns to Scott with an angry look in his eyes, "Tell them. Everything."

Scott looks around at the Avengers in front of him, "Um, okay. What just happened is we unlocked the third Deadpool list."

"Deadpool list?" Bruce questions.

"Yes, it's a list of people with numbers by them." Scott tries to explain to the confused Avengers, "Each number represents an amount. An amount the person is worth."

"Are you killing people?!" Steve angrily exclaims.

"It's more like people are trying to kill us," Lydia states, walking back into the room with Stiles following behind her. His eyes are visibly bloodshot from crying.

"Why would people try to kill you? What does this have to do with Y/N?" Tony asks, tired of wasting time and skirting around what's going on.

"You handed me this file," Stiles holds up the file in his hand, "You know what she is. You know she's a werewolf."

"How do you know that?" Bucky questions.

"I'm her brother," Stiles scoffs.

"What does her being a werewolf have to do with her being the key to this Deadpool?" Tony just wants answers, and he wants to find his kids.

"The Deadpool is three different lists of every supernatural person who lives in Beacon Hills." Stiles explains, "One-hundred and seventeen million dollars was stolen from Peter Hale's vault. The numbers next to each name add up to that amount. It's also how much each person is worth dead."

"Peter Hale is Derek's uncle," Lydia informs the Avengers, pointing over to Derek.

"How do you know this?" Steve asks.

Scott flashes them his alpha red eyes, "Because we're on it too."

"What are you?" Bruce asks, fascinated by Scott's red eyes.

"I'm a werewolf, like Y/N. So is Derek." Derek flashes his red eyes for everyone to see.

"Is that why your eyes turn red?" Natasha questions.

"Yes, but it's also because I'm an alpha." Scott explains, "Alphas have red eyes and betas and omegas have yellow eyes. Unless the beta or omega has killed an innocent, then they have blue eyes."

"Fascinating," Bruce whispers in shock.

"In the pictures, Y/N has yellow eyes. She's a beta?" Tony looks to Scott for answers.

"She's a beta but..." Scott hesitates with his answer, "her eyes are blue."

"She's killed someone?" Bucky never wanted Y/N to live a life like he had.

"She's had blue eyes since the day she showed up at my house," Stiles informs them.

"Oh god." Tony mutters to himself, moving to sit on the couch, "What did Hydra make her do?"

Steve looks over to Lydia, "What are you?"

"Banshee." Lydia states, "I can sense when someone is about to die. Although most of the time I end up somewhere, they're already dead."

"Is Y/N dead? Is that what you heard when you were listening to the fire? If she's a supernatural like you say she is, wouldn't she be on a list and not the key?" Bucky quickly fires off each question.

"Y/N was on the first list. I don't know why she's the key to the third one," Lydia explains.

"What were the first two keys?" Steve asks.

"Allison and Aiden," Stiles states, trying not to start crying again thinking about what this could mean for his sister, "They were friends of ours."

"Were?"

"They, um, they're kinda dead now." Stiles watches as the Avenger's faces drop.

Tony nervously cracks his knuckles, "You're telling me that we just found out today that my daughter, who was taken from me fifteen years ago, is alive and now she's probably dead?!"

"She's not dead," Derek states.

"How do you know that?! You just told us that she more than likely is and now you're saying she isn't?!" Bucky yells in frustration.

"She's not dead," Derek states again, crossing his arms in anger.

"Derek..." Scott sighs, he almost looks at him in pity.

Derek huffs in irritation, "I would know if she's dead and she's not."

"What? Can you also predict when someone's dead?" Natasha questions.

"She's my girlfriend. I'd know if she was dead."

"Is it like a wolf thing or something?" Bruce asks curiously.

"Don't even ask," Stiles rolls his eyes, "He won't tell you anything. He just says he knows these things and expects you to believe him."

"You're her boyfriend," Bucky looks Derek up and down before scoffing in disbelief.

"He said that earlier when he asked why you took the picture of Y/N," Wanda informs him.

"Y/N definitely has a type," Nat smirks, staring at Derek.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Bucky questions her.

"The girl was basically in love with you when she was little." Nat lightly hits Bucky on the arm, "I'm sure she loves him too. Tall, brown-haired, broody guys must be her type."

"How old are you? You look like you're 37." Bucky continues to stare Derek down.

"I'm 23." Derek states.

"She just turned 18." Bucky takes an angry step toward Derek.

"She turned 19 a month ago." Derek takes a step towards Bucky.

"She's 18." Bucky takes another step toward Derek, "When did you two get together? Were you just waiting patiently until the day she became legal, or could you not wait?"

Derek growls and takes an angry step towards Bucky at his false accusations before Scott quickly jumps in between them, "This is not the time!"

"I've already spent the last fifteen years thinking Y/N was gone. Until I see a body, she's alive." Steve states, watching the tension between Bucky and Derek.

"How much is she worth?" Thor speaks up, "You said she's on the first list. How much is she worth?"

"Fifty million," Stiles answers.

"We need to find them now." Tony stands up from his spot on the couch, "Hydra has both of my kids and who knows what the hell they are doing to them or if they are even still alive. We need to stop discussing things that don't matter right now and find them."

"Like I said earlier, Bruce and Nat go to the jet and start searching for anything. Use the computers and everything." Bruce and Natasha run out of the house and towards the jet at Steve's order, "We will start digging through the files to try to find something."

"I'll call the rest of the pack to get down here to help," Scott states, pulling out his phone from his back pocket.

"Not everyone is going to be much help. It's a full moon tonight." Stiles informs him, "It comes up in like an hour."

"My grandma's cabin is across the lake. Tell them to go there. We can chain down Malia and Liam, and the rest of us can start researching." Lydia explains to them.

"What's going on?" Everyone turns their heads to see Sam walking into the room with bloodshot eyes and Fury and Maria behind him.

"You might want to sit down for this," Bucky points to a spot on the couch.

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"Peter? You still with me?" Peter hasn't spoken in about five minutes, and it has Y/N worried.

Whatever drug Hydra had given her had worn off a while ago. She has broken free from the restraints and has broken Peter free from his. Now they are sitting against the wall, waiting for what's to come.

"Yeah. I feel great." Peter mumbles, his head hanging down because he can no longer seem to hold it up.

"The moon will be up soon," Y/N informs him, looking up at the sky.

"I'm sure you can find a way to save me and the others."

"I don't want to think about that right now," Y/N mutters loud enough for Peter to hear, "I just want to make sure whatever they gave you doesn't kill you before I get the chance to get the cure. If it even is a cure."

"I bet they're scared," Peter mumbles, worried about the three boys who were huddled together against the wall opposite of them.

Y/N stays silent at Peter's statement. He's just like Scott. He thinks he can save everybody, but he doesn't understand that it's not always possible to do so. She doesn't want to kill anyone. If it was just her, she'd let them rip her to shreds, but she has to protect Peter.

She looks back up at the sky to see the moon starting to shine through. She looks over to the three boys and sees them starting to transform. The full moon is starting to affect them.

"It looks like you'll be getting your cure soon," Y/N mutters to Peter. The glass wall separating them from the three werewolves moves down into the ground. Now there is nothing in between them.

"The safe will open once their hearts stop beating," The voice booms throughout the large room.

She looks towards the three boys to see they are already staring back at her. Their claws and fangs are out and ready to rip her to shreds.

She knows with her powers she could kill them easily and not have to put up a fight. She could use the darkness to create arrows or swords. She could stab their shadows so she'd never have to touch them. She could manipulate their shadows and throw them against the wall as hard as she could. She could do so many things but there was a voice in her head telling her not to. She can't hurt them unless she has to.

The three betas charge toward her and Peter. She decides to charge toward them in hopes of keeping them away from him. It's not her best idea but it's the only thing she can think of.

The bigger one of the three goes for her first. She dodges his claws as he swipes at her face. Her foot connects with the chest of the boy who reminds her of Stiles and sends him flying against the wall next to him.

She notices the smaller boy running towards Peter. She uses her powers to stop him by grabbing his shadow and throwing him backward. She throws him hard enough to get away from Peter, but not hard enough to kill him.

The larger boy's claws rip through her left arm as he swipes her when she's distracted. She hisses in pain before swiping her claws through the back of his neck. He falls to the ground, no longer having control of his limbs. She knows that with his werewolf healing he will heal soon, but it gives her some time for now.

The boy who reminds her of her brother tackles her to the ground. He gets on top of her and uses his strength to pin her down. The power of the full moon makes him a lot stronger than her.

She cries out in pain as his claws rip through her stomach. She uses all her strength to punch him in the face using her right arm. It doesn't do much to him, but it stuns him enough she's able to push him off her and kick him hard enough in the face to render him unconscious.

Looking around for the other boy, she sees him running back towards Peter. She stands up and runs towards him before tackling him to the ground. They both stand up quickly ready to fight each other.

"Peter?! You still good?!" Y/N yells out, checking to make sure he is still alive.

When she doesn't receive an answer, she glances over toward him to see he's no longer conscious. She hones her hearing in to hear that his heart is still beating but it's barely holding on.

That's when she makes her decision.

As the werewolf in front of her lunges at her, she sidesteps him and nearly gets clipped by his claws. She jumps onto his back and wraps her hand around his throat. Her claws rip through his throat before he falls to the ground dead.

She feels as if she could throw up, but she doesn't have time to do so. She quickly forms a bow and arrow with the darkness surrounding her. She'd rather shoot the other two from afar than feel the life leave their bodies as she rips out their throats.

She sees the larger boy slowly rise from his spot on the ground before he starts running toward her. She quickly fires off the arrow into his heart and watches him collapse dead onto the floor. She's now grateful she had Allison teach her how to use a bow.

She forms another arrow before shooting the last werewolf down. She covers her eyes as she runs past him towards the safe. He looks too much like Stiles and she knows if she looks at him, she'll break down and never make it to the cure.

As she approaches the safe, she notices that it's still closed, "They're dead! Open the safe!" She pulls at the handle, but it doesn't budge, "You told me you'd open it after I–"

She's cut off by the feeling of an arrow being stabbed through her back. She looks down to see it went all the way through and is now sticking out of her stomach.

Y/N turns to see the Stiles look alike staring down at her. She can see where she missed his heart and pulled the arrow out of his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry," she whispers to him.

Her claws rip through his neck as he tries to swipe through hers. She hears the safe behind click open as his body hits the floor.

She needs to get the cure for Peter, but she can't do that with an arrow sticking out of her. She shakily breaks off the sharp end of the arrow that's sticking out of her stomach. Her screams of pain echo throughout the room as she pulls the rest of the arrow out from her back.

Once the arrow is fully out of her, she drops it to the floor and quickly grabs the cure for Peter. She hobbles over to Peter before jamming the needle into the same place they drugged him before. She's hoping that whatever she just gave him was a cure and not something to kill him more.

Y/N jumps a little as Peter starts to gasp for air. The cure worked its way through his body and killed off the previous drug Hydra had given him.

He slowly sits up and notices the blood on Y/N's hands. He looks behind her to see the dead bodies scattered on the floor.

"Did you have to kill them?" Peter questions her, his voice low and raspy.

"It was the only way to save you." She replies, hoping he won't be disgusted with her since she did it to save his life.

"Promise?"

She holds out her pinky finger towards him, "I promise."

As they shake pinky fingers, he notices her ripped shirt and the large claw marks on her stomach as well as what appears to be a puncture wound, "Are you okay? Do I need to do anything?"

"You're the one who almost died. I should be asking you that." Y/N giggles at him, "I'll be fine. I'll heal."

"Well done Shadow Wolf," the voice booms through the room again, "It wasn't your fastest time, but you are a bit out of practice."

"My name is Y/N, not Shadow Wolf! Why don't you come in here and we can see how fast I can kill you!" Y/N exclaims.

The voice chuckles through the speakers, "We will meet in due time. Now I think it's time we move onto phase two."

The same mist from the last room starts to fall from the ceiling before surrounding her and Peter. Their vision goes black as they fall to the ground unconscious, unknowing of what’s to come.

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[demonsandmischief]

My Warrior Wolf - Ch. 1

Marvel - Bucky Barnes Werewolf AU

Warrior! Bucky x Human! Female Reader

-> Alpha: First in Command. In charge of the whole pack. The leader.

->Beta: The Alpha's Second in Command. Keeps the pack organized.

->Lead Warrior: takes orders from Alpha/Beta. Fiercely protective and a strong fighter.

-> Mate: Soul-Mate. A wolf's other half. Predestined.

1.3K Words

-Chapter 1-

The beginning.

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"This house is a little more isolated, and it's definitely a fixer upper, but it's below your budget," the real estate agent gave a sniff as she looked around. She stuck out like a sore thumb in a pencil skirt and a perfectly pressed shirt. "Are you ready to move onto something else, maybe a little closer downtown?"

You walked through, taking in the wood floors that groaned in protest with each step. The house was bare. There was no furniture, just a large layer of dust.

There was something quaint about it that you loved. It had a cottage feel, and there were so many windows that highlighted the towering trees.

You walked through the kitchen. Your mind was filled with endless possibilities. It was like a dream. You stopped in your tracks, catching a glimpse of something running through the thick vegetation. Probably a deer.

"Are there any neighbors around here?" you asked curiously. It did make you a little nervous to be out here by yourself.

The lady paused like she was baffled you would even consider the place.

"There might be a few scattered, but nothing that close. Do you want to see some more places?"

You smiled, "I don't think I need to."

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"There's someone moving in. East territory - that old run down shack of a house." Bucky announced to his Alpha and Beta.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, opening the refrigerator up for a drink.

Steve Rogers frowned, placing the stack of papers down. "Did you see who?"

"I didn't get a chance to. I just saw that pesky agent pulling the for sale sign down."

"Maybe when they move in, we can scope out the place by being neighborly," Sam Wilson grinned, not even looking up from the laptop he was staring at. "By pesky agent, do you mean that one lady that simply asked for you number, Buck?" He closed the lid, standing up and walking to Steve's side.

Bucky's frowned deepened when he reached for the orange juice and pulled out an empty carton. "Who the hell puts it back empty?" He straightened, finally answering Sam's question. "She wasn't my mate, so I wasn't interested."

The three of them were best friends. They weren't always close, but after what happened to Bucky, they naturally migrated to each other for company.

Steve was an excellent leader and Alpha, and Sam was an excellent Beta. Bucky never felt like he actually belonged, but they treated him like a brother, and secretly, he longed for the comfort.

Bucky wasn't born into a role like Sam and Steve. He had to work to build his rank, but he was happy to put his energy into something other than his past that always seemed to drained him.

Steve's alarm rang out. "It's seven o'clock. It's time for training." He stuffed his phone in his back pocket. "You're leading today, Buck."

"I'm no leader, Steve," Bucky said. "We've tried this before. It never works."

"Are you defying an order, Warrior?" Steve was such a hard-ass.

Bucky was tempted to roll his eyes, especially when Sam snickered a little.

"No, Alpha," he grumbled.

Walking from the offices down to the open field was always a journey for him. He couldn't help but let his mind wonder when he saw mated pairs, or little pups running around. Bucky was a broken man though, and he was certain his mate wasn't out there. Even if there was the slightest possibility that you were, a life with him was no life worth living.

He loved to train, but he hated leading it. He knew Steve used this to get him out of his shell. He was a bit of a recluse - keeping to himself most of the time, but being the lead warrior did mean being intune with the others, so he did his best.

"Your position is sloppy," he said to one of the sparring females. They were working in pairs, warming up before they got into the actual training.

"What do you see that I can't?" Steve asked, his voice low and discrete from where he was watching.

"They are getting too comfortable in routine, Alpha," Bucky frowned, crossing his arms.

"You should join them, then."

"You know I can't. I will have the advantage." Bucky wiggled the metal fingers of his prosthetic arm.

"But not as wolf," Steve patted his shoulder, ordering the warriors to break apart.

No, as wolf, Bucky stood on three paws instead of four. His human side was lucky to have the benefit of technology, but his wolf side, not so much. That's why he always wanted to prove that he could do it.

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You felt accomplished. A week after getting your belongings into your new place, there was not a speck of dust anywhere.

You were enjoying the many tasks that had to be done. It felt good to put your mind to something, and the woods that surrounded you were very calming. You felt safe and grounded. But, being outside had always felt that way for you.

It was just you. You had some friends at work, but they were only work friends. The house was quite small, but maybe you could have them come over. That might be a good step to initiate.

You pushed away the thought. You'd have to get some actual furniture first, and some working appliances. The stove and refrigerator were being delivered tomorrow, so you had been focusing your energy on cleaning and painting while the space was free.

You paused, hearing a car in the gravel outside your house. Were you expecting someone?

You frowned. Maybe the appliance people were early?

Except, the two strange men on your porch said otherwise. You felt panic blossom when they knocked on the door.

You hesitantly pulled it open. The man on the right gave a bright smile while the man on the left glowered.

"Hi, I'm Sam Wilson, and this is my friend Bucky. We live a few miles away, but still technically neighbors," Sam chuckled, holding out his hand.

You lightly grasped it, "I'm Y/N. I'd invite you in, but I don't-" you swallowed thickly, feeling absolutely scrutinized by the man named Bucky. He was incredibly handsome, with short messy hair and haunted blue eyes. "I don't have furniture." You finished with an uneasy smile.

"That's alright, we just thought we'd introduce ourselves." There was something about Sam that was you liked. He seemed very personable and kind, but first impressions could be deceiving. "If you don't have furniture, do you need anything? We could run it back to you."

Bucky's gaze was like a magnet. Even when Sam was talking, you were immediately drawn to him. His eyes never left you, and although it normally would have been unnerving, this felt different.

"That's really nice of you, but I'm okay," you relaxed slightly at their generosity.

"What about dinner?" Bucky spoke for the first time, and you were stunned by his voice. It was deep and husky, and it took you a moment to realize that he was looking right past you and into the empty kitchen. "It doesn't look like you have an oven."

"I was just going to go back into town to get something," you smiled with a slight chuckle. "All of that stuff is coming tomorrow."

"If you're sure," Sam said. He seemed really sweet. "If you need anything we're just right up the road."

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"Thank you. It was really great to meet you both." And with one last lingering gaze with Bucky, they walked away.

Here's Chapter 2.

A/N: I've been working on this series for so freaking long. I'm so excited it's finally coming out.

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[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Leaving Home

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Captain America: The First Avenger

Pairing: 1940s! Bucky Barnes x Female! Reader

Summary: Bucky gets enlisted. Him and reader have a magical last night together.

Word Count: 1445

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, minors DNI, slight angst, unprotected sex, mention of bodily fluids

Authors Note: not everything may be accurate to the 1940s, war or Bucky’s story. My apologies! Enjoy loves <3

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You are waiting at your small New York home in anticipation if your husband managed to enlist in the army or not. On one side, you were happy for James because this was something he had wanted to do for a while, but on the other hand, you were anxious and worried about him traveling to an unknown country raging with war and destruction.

You waited on the couch with a book in hand for him to arrive. The book had been on page 52 for a while as you didn’t manage to take in what you were reading while you waited. The clock on the wall showing that it was well over 3 o’clock. He was supposed to be home way before that. Where was he? Your leg was bouncing up and down in a fast rhythm as the nerves started to take over when he wasn’t on time. It must be the traffic, or maybe he got held up with something else?

The handle of the doorknob turning made you snap up from the book your face was buried in. “Hey, doll, I’m home.” A smile was brightening your complexion at finally hearing his voice filling the quiet house. You got up, smoothing out your dress, to meet him at the door. “Hi, honey. How did the-” You didn’t need to finish the question, as the grin on his face and the uniform were the equivalents to him getting enlisted.

The smile from you dropped just by an inch when you realized what this meant. “You got your orders?” “Yep. The 107th, Sergeant James Barnes, shipping out to England first thing in the morning.”

The slight smile you had left turned into a frown in hearing the news that he’s departing already tomorrow. You thought you would have a little more time before he left for months on end. “Why so early? Where’s the rush?” “I’m sorry, honey, I know it’s on short notice. I wish I could stay longer.” He closed the short distance between you two to take your hands in his bigger ones, laying a kiss upon them.

“I’ve made arrangements for you and me to have one magical last night together in the city as an apology to you.” The promise of a beautiful last evening with the man of your dreams brightened your spirit immensely. “Show me the way then, Sergeant.”

Later...

“Keep your eyes closed. Trust me. Don’t open them yet.” You always trusted him, so obeying his order was in no way a problem for you. His hand held yours as you walked up some stairs in what felt like all eternity. “Where are you taking me, Bucky?” “You’ll see. We’re almost there. Just hang on.” He opened a heavy door, and the bustling noise of the streets of New York was heard faintly in your ears. The tiniest of a cool breeze felt on your skin, indicating that you were pretty high up.

“Now open them.” The sight your eyes met when they opened was magical. James had set up a fairytale date on the rooftop for you. Twinkling lights, wine, sweets, and just now, you heard the soft music of Frank Sinatra playing from the radio. “This is so beautiful,” you gasped excitingly, “sweetheart, you didn’t have to do this all for me.” He didn’t lie when he said it would be an enchanting night.

“Of course I did. Everything for my beautiful wife. Now come dance with your husband.” His hand was held out for you to take up on the offer. Dancing with your husband? Nothing could be better than that. James pulled you flush against him as his hand rested at the small of your back, the other one finding your hand to hold.

The calm sway of your bodies was pleasing. His words that were only meant for you whispered ever so softly in your ear, making butterflies emit from within you.

Once in a while, he would spin you around, which made both of you laugh out in glee. The dress you were wearing was twirling around, and you had never looked more beautiful in his eyes. This was the picture of you he would imagine when he was abroad and felt alone and scared without you by his side. His beautiful wife being as carefree as she had ever looked. The laugh he would remember from you would fill his head up at night, making him sleep that much better.

The rest of the night was spent with drinks, sweets, and even more dancing ending with you and him sitting on the blankets and pillows scattered on the tile floor.

Your faces inches from one another as you talked about everything and nothing. His hand that had a grasp on the back of your naked thigh giving off a squeeze and caress ever so often had your mind racing to some hot and heavy thoughts.

James felt the sinful energy radiating off you, and he didn’t think for another second in kissing you. Lips were moved against each other in hurried sync, desperate to feel one another.

He pushed you down to lay on the back while he found his place on top of you where he belonged. The passion of his lips moved to that sensitive spot connecting your neck and shoulder, kissing and loving on the skin there. The sensation made you shudder in delight and let out a whimper of satisfaction. After some time, they travel to the top of your breasts. Kissing, sucking, and biting on the flesh. If he could, he would spend the rest of his life worshiping your body every second of every day.

“Is someone going to see us?” You asked in a panic when you remembered where you were. He looked around. It seemed relatively safe for his liking. “Don’t worry, princess. No one will see us.” It looked like he was sure, and that was the signal you needed to continue.

Clothes were removed all the way to feel all up on one another. Once he pushed inside of you, a gasp of pleasure escaped your open lips. The feel of his length filling you up was intoxicating as he slammed his hips against yours over and over again.

Legs were enclosed around his hips to force him more into your tightness. Your nails were making marks on his back when they dragged downwards as you were close to completion.

“Let go for me, baby,” he growled in your ear.

He didn’t need to tell you twice. Your eyes fluttered shut, and your back arched high in the sky as waves after waves of pleasure came over you. The feel of you pulsating around him brought him to the finish line just a few moments later.

The next morning…

It was time to say goodbye, and you had promised yourself not to cry. You wanted to be strong and brave for him, so he didn't need to worry about leaving you all alone for months on end. But you couldn’t help it when a few tears escaped when the car to pick him up pulled in front of the house. The last moment of you two on the porch exchanging words of love was interrupted.

“This is goodbye, doll.” “Oh, Bucky!” Your arms slung around his body to feel him one last time. The tears from you wetting his uniform some, as the side of your face rested against his chest, taking the last advantage to listen to the beats of his steady heart.

“Hey, look at me.” His fingers lifted your chin to look into his crystal blue eyes one last time. “Don’t cry,” the pad of his thumb whipped as good as they would the tears that were falling, “it’s going to be ok. I promise.” “Please just come back to me,” you begged in a whisper.

He knew he couldn’t promise something he didn’t know of. He wished he could with his whole being that he would come home safe and sound to his love. “I will fight through hell to try and come back to you, my love, that I will promise you.”

His lips found yours one last time in a kiss that held so many emotions. Love, fear, desperation, need. “Goodbye, Y/N.” He picked up his bags and took a seat in the car. One last time he took a look at you through his window. Sending you a warm smile in your direction for you to remember him. You watched and waved until the car was no longer in sight, begging the universe to bring him home in one piece.

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Steve Rogers x daughter!reader, Bucky Barnes x daughter!reader

Regret. 

That's the only word swimming in my mind as I wait outside the headmasters door with my bag and coat on my lap waiting for my dad and papa. It wasn't my fault, this jerk named Flash was making fun of me and saying how I didn't have a real family because I didn't have a mum. I know it wasn't true but I couldn't help but get angry about it, I tried so hard to stop myself but it just didn't work, and now I was about to get yelled at for 2 hours or ignored maybe even both.

I heard the door open to the waiting room so I looked up, my Dad was staring at the headmasters door, jaw clenched and Papa was not looking at me either and his expression held frustration, if looks could kill then that ugly vase would be drop dead right now. He was also wearing a hoodie and gloves to cover up his metal arm and his hair was in a messy bun, the bobble was out of my bedroom, he'd probably lost all the ones Dad had bought him for Christmas.

"Come in!" Mr Hemsworth shouted from in him office so I reluctantly picked up my stuff and followed my parents through the wooden door, I'd been in here before, not to my dads and papas knowledge though, it always looked old. "Hello Mr Barnes and Mr Rogers" he addressed them before making a fake smile, he knew their actual last names but not their first, to the school it was Severus and Sirius. They let me choose, I had to make the most of it.

"I've called you here today to discuss your daughter, (Y/N)'s behaviour" he took a breath to stare at me before continuing "earlier today she attacked a student for no reason and gave no explanation"

"What?!" I nearly shouted, that caused both my dad and papa so stare at me, annoyed with my outburst. I took in a breath before going on "I did explain you just didn't listen, he was being rude!"

Now it was my dads turn to talk "he was being rude? (Y/N) that's still no reason to hurt him." he said with a stern expression on his face while papas eyes were narrowed at me. "So I believe that miss Roger-Barnes' behaviour deserves an expulsion and punishment" Mr hemsworth explained while standing up from his desk to lead us out of the door.  

Papa nodded at him and Dad took my bag and coat and walked out the door before thanking Mr Hemsworth and Papa grabbed my hand and began walking outside. "I'm sorry" I mumbled to them both as we made our way back to Dads car that he had permanently borrowed from Tony, what I had said caused Papa to laugh in astonishment before shaking his head in disbelief "(Y/N), you may be sorry but you just can't do that! Hydra could be watching that schools every move and you just go and put yourself in the spotlight like that. What were you thinking?!"

We were at the car by now but we didn't get in, Dad just glared at me and Papa was still in disbelief. "I'm sorry, he was just saying rude stuff, and I know I should've just controlled myself" I exclaimed at the end noticing dad was about to but in "but there's only so many times that someone can make fun of you for having two dads"

Papa looked down at me, his eyebrows knitted with confusion "what do you mean 'only so many times' принцесса?" (Princess)

I looked down in defeat, "(Y/N) was he bullying you?" Dad asked, his tone even more stricter than before if that was possible. "Maybe" I whispered out, trying to get this over with, for the last year I'd been trying to think of a way to tell them but I could just never come up with one, and after everything I didn't expect this to be it.

I heard Dad release a shaky breath and Papa tighten his grip on my hand, it took all my might to stop myself from bursting into tears and start repeating apologies for not telling them but I kept it in.

"How long прекрасн��й?" (Beautiful) papa whispered, now bent down, in front of me, I still didn't answer his question. Would he be embarrassed that I couldn't stand up for myself? Annoyed I didn't tell him?

"Please answer us doll" Dad said, bending down next to papa and carefully lifting up my chin to look at him. "Like a year" I mumbled but still kept the tears at bay.

"я не могу поверить в это, я должен был заметить" (I can't believe this, I should've noticed) papa groaned and let go of my hand to put his head in them while Dad just got up from his spot and pulled me into a bone crushing hug, both of them completely forgetting that they were supposed to mad at me.

After all that had just happened I couldn't help but to just let everything out, I instantly started crying and saying "I'm so sorry" over and over again. It would look very confusing for a passerby, seeing a man with a pink sparkly bobble in his hair on his knees and a man on the verge of tears holding his daughter who was sobbing while repeating an inaudible sentence.

"Come on let's go home" Dad said, while taking my hand and gently pulled papa up off his knees and he hopped into the drivers seat while Papa sat next to me in the back seat. I rested my head on his shoulder, tears still streaming down my face "I'm sorry папа" (papa)

"Never apologise for something like that принцесса" (princess)  he whispered down at me and kissed my forehead but loud enough for Dad to look away from the road and into the rear view mirror "Go to sleep (Y/N), Я люблю вас" (I love you) Dad said, using the only Russian he knew. "тоже тебя люблю" (love you too)

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No nut November

Imagine: in the glory of No Nut November, you make a bet with your lover saying if they fail you cuff them and use them to your liking but if you lose they get to fulfill one of their fantasies. And you are keen on it to make them lose, by any means.

Victor Creed

Accepting the challenge that is No Nut November, it's a walk in the park, after all, he did have a wager with you. So you were prepared to make him lose.

Walking into your living room dressed in a maid outfit so small enough that the skirt perfectly (barely) covers your ass when you bend over. And you use it wisely, in front of him.

-Excuse me, Mr. Creed. Just a second.

He watches your form in front of him seeing the black thong between your cheeks that peaked between getting the sensation he started to miss already.

-You want me to lose, dove?

He asks as he grins feeling his palm on his hard length trying to massage the hard-on away.

-Me, no. I'm just wearing this costume since I didn't go to the Halloween party. So this is my chance. It's not my fault you have a dirty mind.

-It's not that hard with a beautiful girl like you.

Damn!

He knew how to rile you up.

-So you forfeit? You do remember your punishment.

Victor stands up walking to you slapping your check roughly as he smirks down at you.

-Being handcuffed while you ride me isn't that much as a punishment.

Steve Rogers

For Steve, it's somewhat easy. He is always on a mission kilometers away from you. That also means when he comes back to you he is a beast... Until he accepted the bet. After a day passed since he came home he wanted to devour you.

-Ready to relinquish, captain?

You asked as you sat next to him on the couch dressed in your pajamas. You knew you didn't have to do much, he will crumble himself eventually.

-No...

He trailed off but you saw how hard he was, partially begging to take you.

-When you think about it if you lose it isn't that bad. Sure you would be handcuffed and you don't like to be submissive...

With that Steve grabs your hand yanking you to him so you sit comfortably on his dick.

-Who said I don't like to be submissive?

You kiss happily knowing that there is indeed something like a 'Submissive Captian'.

Bucky Barnes

-Doll, I have been known in my days as 'James the Champ', which meant I NEVER lost.

You turn your gaze to him watching him through the glass as you applied your red lipstick as he leaned in the door frame.

-Well, of course, but you never went head to head with me.

Bucky rolls his eyes at your testimony as you walked towards him letting your steps be slow and seductive as your hands land on his shoulders.

-That means I'll just have to go to the girl's night out without my departure gift.

Bucky licks his lips finding it hard not to fuck you before you go, your usual tradition before you or him went. Always marking each other up to know how just lucky you are that the rest of the population.

-Looks like it.

He said slowly as he felt your fingers dance along his neck waiting for your kisses just below his ears. He closes his eyes focusing his hands trying to control his animalistic behavior from jumping out and losing the bet.

-I'll be home in a few hours.

You kissed his cheek and left your shared home for the first time ever since he came back from the mission. Closing the door Bucky jumps onto the bed discarding his pants and mixer and quickly getting to work.

Ding

Bucky stops for a second as he looks at his phone a new text message form you.

A photo.

Opening the photo it's a picture of him jerking off with the title being

'When I come home you prepare for your self for the punishment.'

Loki Laufeyson

After spending almost an hour explaining Loki the No Nut November he was rather excited to try his limits. And the bet was just as sweet. He did always say that his mind is the strongest of anyone but you knew how to crack him. And now was the time.

Cooking.

Loki loved to help you cook especially when you bake a cake just for the fun of it. Taking the freshly whipped cream covered cake you dip your finger onto your slice of the cake totally forgetting the fork beside you and putting the whipped cream covered finger into your mouth letting the delicious moans be loud for Loki to hear.

Loki watched you torture him as he felt drool exiting from his open mouth.

The bet.

He needed to be strong, he is royalty they never give their power to others. Especially if they are his amazing and sexy lover.

-Delicious.

You moaned as you looked at Loki as he shakes his groaned approval.

-Yes... You are.

Giggling at his blurb you walk to him pressing your body on his.

-Ready to forfeit, my King?

Loki sighs and for a split second he nods.

-Yes. I'm yours, my love.

Thor Odinson

He loved challenges, he loved the pressure to succeed and prevail amongst other mortals that failed. And he was furthermore ready for the challenge. You were in it to make him beg for you. And you knew just about how.

-My darling, how about a kiss?

Thor asked as held you by your waist.

-I'm sorry, Thor. The bet is limited only to hugs other than that it's losing.

Thor sighs as he watched you walk away hoping that this will end soon.

-Y/n, my light, my moon... Can you bestow me kiss onto my aching lips?

Looking down at your kneeling boyfriend you laugh as you watch Tony enter.

-For fucks sakes. Thor just forfeit and get a room!

Tony screamed clearly irritated at the muscular God.

-But fellow Tony much is at stake.

-Just kiss her and get it over with. I'm tired of hearing your pending across the HQ.

-Forfeit Thor and I'm all yours.

Thor looks back at you and he nods to your words as he lands his lips on yours softly.

-Please, do go get a room!

Thor continued to kiss you as he carried you out of the living room leaving Tony to wash his eyes with soap.

Bruce Wayne

He is the man, the detective, the toughest of tough. He can endure every pain and still make it on time to a date with you. But when a wager is in he is 10 times tougher. He is in it for the end line. But you were also stubborn as him, even more. This will be fun.

-Come on, Bruce. You possibly can't endure a whole month without feeling me. And my body.

Bruce looked at you as you swayed in your dress next to him watching the crowd of shallow rich species.

-Believe me, It's hard. But knowing I beat you in a bet is all the worthwhile. Plus, I have spent years in isolation so this will be easy.

Rolling your eyes at his ruling you walk away grabbing Olivers Queen and going to the center of the ballroom, in the perfect position in front of paparazzi, rich folk and Bruce.

-Ready to waltz, Oliver?

-Yeah, let's make some magic.

The dance was magical. You and Oliver moved in unions even better with Bruce but your eyes never left Bruce's figure. As the dance ended you pull out your leg from your high slit dress placing on Oliver's hip and giving a kiss on the cheek.

-Thank you.

-Always, temptress.

Walking back to Bruce you see his eyes locking onto your body and stoic expression he wastes no time in yanking you out of the room.

-Get ready to be punished, baby girl.

-Yes, sir.

Clark Kent

Clark is a cinnamon roll, you can't deny that, but he is rough when he wants to so pulling an invisible brake on his libido is pure torture.

-You know that you can always forfeit.

You say softly hoping from him to give up since you are feeling frisky.

-I don't know. I want to but I also want to win this bet.

Kissing his cheek, almost near his lips you see the twitch in his neck as he tries to kiss you on the lips. You know just what he needs. Fuel this small fire.

-If you want to complete this bet you can do that. I'm not gonna stop you. I can always ask Bruce for some meaningless fun.

Clark sharply runs to you on his face shock.

-Or maybe Arthur, or maybe even Diana. I am feeling very much frisky.

Clark shakes his head as his hands grip your waist and pulling you on his lap as his hands roughly grip your boobs.

-You are going to regret saying Bruce's name. I'll make you forget it.

-Prove it.

Arthur Curry

Arthur is filled with happiness and he very much finds joy in making you feel amazing. So proposing the bet he was against it. He himself knew that he won't last even 3 days without touching you.

-Maybe I'll accept the bet if you add something more.

-What do you propose?

-You being in a sexy costume of my choosing for 2 days.

Arthur grins at the idea.

-Fine. But if you lose. You'll fulfill my fantasy of choosing.

Arthur nods feeling excited as he shakes your hand, starting the challenge. A days pass and you knew how much he wanted to win even going so far to sleeping on the couch. He wanted to win so bad but seeing you exit the shower as he entered he just could not look away from your marvelous body, wanting to pinch your booty and massage your tense muscles.

He started to lose his cool. It was apparent. You saw it and somehow enjoyed seeing him squirm.

-You alright, Art?

He looked at you like a hurry and horny wolf (mostly horny)

-No. Want. To. Touch. So. Bad.

He slurped like a zombie as he watched your lips wind up in a smile. So kissable.

-You can. But there are consequences.

You walk to him at an arm's length not touching him just torturing him by the small insignificance distance.

-Come on, Arthur. You can't go on like this.

He huffs like a bear as he steps closer kissing your lips with so much need you almost fell on the floor he wasn't holding you tightly.

-Fine, you win but now I get my way.

-Deal.

Orm Marius

Orm wanted to touch you it was a fact but having a challenge for him as a prince was tantalizing. He wanted to try it and he was wrong he didn't understand the power you had on him and made his task a nightmare in his words at least.

-Y/n can you not be so sensual, beloved? I'm trying my hardest.

He pleaded hoping for you to change out of his shirt into your pajamas.

-I don't see the problem. I always wear it and you love it.

-I do! That's the issue. You are enticing me.

Snickering at him you walk to him standing in front of him as he sat on his chair.

-Well, then how about you get on your knees and worship me.

Orm gulps feeling his dick hardening at your command. He loved it when you took control and he lived when he submitted to you. It was like a drug. He doesn't answer as he drops to his knees in front of you looking up hopeless.

-Yes, my goddess.

Joker

-You want to chain me?! Chain the sex machine?! Are you crazy?

-It's not an order. Just a bet. You can decline it. It thought it would be fun.

-It's on.

After that J was focused and loaded as he focused on his 'gangster' work. After countless tries of seducing him in his office in his favorite lingerie. You took a break. To gather yourself and think of a new plan.

Got it.

As the night enrolled you walked into J's club dressed in a small red dress and walking past J's private club section. Only winking at him as he discussed business with another gangster. Going straight to the bar and sitting pretty it doesn't take long from the moths to come to the flame.

-Can I buy you a drink?

Many men ask as you lean on the bar table and seeing the bartender behind you butting in.

-Gentlemen, Y/n is...

-Its okay Mark. Let them be.

Mark nods obediently handing you your drink. After a while, you see Joker walking to you pushing away the men from you.

-Scarm before I kill you here.

The men run away and you smile at your man.

-You are very clever, luring me in with other men so I get jealous and fuck you hard.

-Did it work?

-Yes, princess. Prepare for the punishment of your life.

-And you too.

Duncan Vizla

-Y/n you should know that I am trained to be tougher than the average person. This puny bet won't affect me in the slightest.

Smiling at Duncan you counter his statement.

-I know but when people are told something they tend to the opposite. Something like the apple in the Garden.

-Are you pulling Biblical reference to get me on board with the bet?

-Maybe?

-Deal.

After that deal, you made sure he saw you every second. If he was in the kitchen you were there to help, if he was in the bathroom you needed an 'urgent bath'. When he sat in his leather chair you purposefully bend down to pick up anything that fell, accidentally. Even when sleeping. You were purposefully sleep talking small words that he wanted to hear.

-More Duncan... Faster... I'm yours... Mark me...

He was a tough nut to crack but it will be worthwhile. Just a little more. A few days passed being completely impressed by Duncan's steel will. As you walked into the house you see Duncan cooking his eyes looking solely one the scrambled eggs.

-You good, Duncan?

You ask as you watch Duncan turn to you pulling himself to you like on a string.

-In a way. A HARD way.

Moving your gaze down you see Duncan hard-on poking out of his pants.

-Need help with that?

You ask hoping for Duncan to nod and fuck you right here in the kitchen. Of course, as you tried to seduce Duncan and being left empty-handed was also hard on you leaving you wet and wanting more of his distant touch.

-Time is passing Mr. Vizla and your problem is still here. You know how it can be solved.

Duncan smiles viciously as he pushes you against the fridge. His rough lips smacking against yours as your ears pick up the calling of his belt.

-You are in a ride, prepare yourself Y/n.

[princessmisery666]

Perfectly Broken - Part 2

Series Summary: After Shuri uses her genius to get Hydra out of Bucky’s head, James Buchanan Barnes needs an assistant to help him adjust to the world. If he doesn’t pick one himself, Fury will assign someone to him. Agent Sykes walks into his life and makes a good first impression. She’s out to prove herself a capable agent. He’s out to get her to break her “no office romance” rule. What they find along the way is more than either of them expected. What if they found it too late? 

Part 2 Warnings: angst, fluff, talk of terrorist attack, mentions of mass deaths, feelings of depression and failure, avoidance of dealing with trauma, cocky Bucky.

Part 2 W/C: 4.3k

Notes: Flicks between flashbacks and present time. However both are in timeline order. I borrowed the OC’s first name and the reason for it from the show “A Dangerous Game” on Quibi App. @firefly-in-darkness made the dividers.

Part 2 Characters: Bucky Barnes, OFC, Steve Rogers. Small Parts/Mentions: Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Other OC’s.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC. 

Betas: @firefly-in-darkness​ / @slytherkins​ - thank you as always. All mistakes are my own.

Master Lists:  Perfectly Broken Series / Marvel  

Part 2

Part 1 - “Maybe.” Bucky shrugged with a sad smile and looked down at the woman he’d become so close to. “But she wouldn’t have been with us at all if it weren’t for me.”

Flashback (approximately 6 months before part 1)

What was it with the age of stupid people and smart technology? Roz had been watching the two jacked up assholes for more than a minute. They weren’t even being subtle about filming Sergeant Barnes while he worked out. They’d zoomed in as far as their smartphone would allow, and she could see every bead of sweat on the Winter Soldier’s forehead on their screen. Thankfully, he hadn’t seemed to notice his audience. Regardless, the filming of a fellow colleague - and a higher ranking officer at that - irked her.

Regardless of their intentions, it was rude, and she might not know Sergeant Barnes personally, but she had to assume he wouldn't appreciate the violation of his privacy.

Roz yanked her earbuds from her ears and climbed off her treadmill to stand between them and Sergeant Barnes, hands on hips, blocking their shot. The jackass holding the device scowled as he lowered it, clearly preparing to scold her for getting in the way until he saw the fury on her face, then he turned a light shade of green. 

“Sergeant Barnes is not a zoo animal,” she said pointedly, “And it’s rude to film him without his consent. You don’t have his consent, do you?” 

They both shook their heads. They averted their eyes but did not otherwise respond.

She held back a smirk. They were peers, and she felt emboldened to have cowed them without the threat of rank. She couldn’t help pushing a bit further. “I’m sure, though,” she said, leaning in to whisper snidely, “if you asked nicely, he’d give you an autograph.”

“But if you don't have the balls to ask,” Sergeant Barnes added, coming to a stand beside her, startling her a bit, “delete it and move along.”

Roz glanced over at him, then back to the miscreants, and she couldn't hold back the smirk that time. After some fumbling, Jackass one deleted the video, almost dropping his phone in the process. They both apologized, and Roz had to chuckle at their hasty departure, almost tripping over equipment in their rush as if afraid the Winter Soldier would assassinate them.

She’d hoped to resolve the situation without Barnes even noticing, and she certainly didn’t want to inconvenience him any further. Roz flashed him a quick smile and a parting nod before stepping onto the nearest treadmill. 

From the corner of her eye she saw him follow. “Thank you,” he said. 

“No problem, Sir.” 

Another fleeting smile and she picked up the earbuds dangling from her neck, ready to put them back in, but she paused when he stepped closer. She waited expectantly.

“Did...you need something else, Sergeant Barnes?”

He didn't answer right away, perhaps wondering why she hadn't fallen at his feet yet, and his wide answering smile caused his eyes to crinkle at the corners in a way that was only mildly adorable. She assumed this was most women's cue to swoon, but Roz wasn't so easily swayed. She'd heard the gossip floating around HQ. Barnes' list of casualties included a considerable number of female agents' panties. She wouldn't argue that he wasn't cute, but he wasn't really her type. Besides, Roz hadn't intervened earlier because she was one of his fawning fan-girls.

"To...know your name?" he said finally. Roz was taken aback but hid it well. The question had been almost bashful, and she couldn't tell if it was genuine or if he was just really very good at this game.

Her response was nearly as hesitant. “Agent Dodge Roslyn Sykes.” In her uncertainty, she almost forgot to add the, “Sir.”

“Dodge?”

She heaved a sigh and rolled her eyes at his incredulity but managed to bite her tongue before spilling a snarky remark. As weary as she was of people's unfailing reaction to hearing her name, he was her Senior officer, and she could be reprimanded for the disrespect.

He gave a short laugh, but it seemed to be directed at himself, and he scrunched his nose apologetically. “You probably get that a lot, don’t you?” 

She pretended to consider the matter before answering, “Only everytime,” with a shrug.

The eye crinkling grin returned. “Well, you have to admit it, it is kind of…”

“Kind of...?” she invited, eyebrow raised.

“Well,” he concluded, “kind of unusual?”

“This, coming from someone-”

She quickly bit her tongue, reminding herself she was speaking to a superior, but he intuited the source of her discomfort and sudden silence.

“Please, speak freely,” he urged. “Coming from someone…?”

Against her better judgement, despite that she’d been given permission, Roz finished her sentence, though carefully. 

“Someone with a name that sounds like it belongs to a toddler’s stuffed donkey.”

The comment surprised a bark of laughter from him, and his persistent smile coaxed one from her as well. “Yeah, I guess it kind of does. But a cute stuffed donkey, right?” he asked hopefully.

Roz pursed her lips against their wishes. She could feel herself succumbing to his charm, albeit reluctantly. She wasn't a Winter Soldier groupie yet, but she was coming to understand the phenomenon. “I’ve never met a stuffed animal that wasn’t,” she conceded, almost grudgingly, allowing a trace of her smile to return. 

Mollified, he rested an elbow on her treadmill and leaned in closer.  “So let me guess, your Dad is a motorhead... Dodge?”  

She confirmed his suspicions with a nod. “My Dad was a car fanatic,” she shrugged, “but most people just call me Roz, Sir.”

“Enough with the sirs,” he groaned playfully. “Please. It’s just Bucky. Sir makes me feel old.” 

Roz contemplated the wisdom of commenting on his age but was saved from her dangerous lack of impulse control at the last moment by Captain Rogers calling to Bucky from across the room.

Bucky acknowledged him with a wave over his shoulder before turning his focus back at her. “Will I see you around, Roz?”

She smiled cheekily. “I work here, just like you, Bucky. So chances are, you will.”

Now.

Steve was the most compassionate person Bucky knew. He trusted him to go easy on Dodge; she was still recovering and didn’t need an interrogation. He also knew his best friend had a job to do. And for that reason, Bucky remained pressed against the wall of her hospital room, far enough out of the way for Steve to do his thing but close enough to step in if Roz became too distressed. 

Pleasantries, sympathetic words, and assurances of her recovery had been exchanged and then Steve got down to business. 

“I need to know what happened,” said Steve, thumbs tucked into the belt of his uniform which Bucky assumed he was wearing to add a sense of authority. “Bucky filled us in up until the point you were taken and the rescue, but we need to know the rest.”

Her brow creased and she became intensely interested in her fidgeting hands that lay on her lap. Bucky knew all too well that, though she was staring at her hands, it wasn’t what she was seeing. 

Steve waited perhaps a minute longer than he would have had it been someone he didn’t know but duty called. 

“Dodge, I hate to do this so soon, especially since you're still stuck in here.” Steve sighed, dropped the authoritative tone down a notch and tried a softer approach. “But if it’s not me asking, it will be someone else and they won’t be so sympathetic.” 

“I’m sorry, Captain.” She cleared her throat as if to gain some confidence and explained. “But I don’t remember anything. I...um...” She looked past Steve at Bucky.

He felt his body tense. Whatever she was about to say he knew he wouldn’t like it. 

“...I remember arriving at the apartment, setting up the surveillance equipment but then it’s blank. Nothing. Until I woke up here.” 

Steve stole a glance at Bucky over his shoulder and heaved a sigh. It was a silent request for backup, so Bucky filled in a few blanks. “That was two days before you were taken. You don’t remember the party? Retrieving the box? Getting back to the apartment?” 

Roz shook her head after each of his questions, her hands became more interesting again and she answered aloud for clarification. “No.”

“We retrieved the box,” Bucky explained. “It was easy. Too easy. They wanted us to take it cause they put a tracker on it. We got back to the apartment, then we um…” He cleared his throat. Now wasn’t the time to bring that up. “I was taking a shower, and when I was done, you were gone. You left a note to say you’d gone to get wine.” 

She shrugged but didn’t raise her eyes. “I’m sorry, it’s just blank. The doctors said it could be a coping mechanism. Maybe in time it will come back to me.” 

“Yeah, maybe.” Steve gave a small smile though she didn’t look up to see it. “Focus on healing.”

“I really am sorry,” she called after the Captain as he exited though she kept her eyes on Bucky’s as he followed him out to the hall.

Now (A Few Days Later)

Bucky stood helplessly in the doorway. His indecision made him hesitate. Roz didn’t thrash in the bed, but her every muscle was taut. Veins in her neck protruded, and another heartbreaking, strangled scream tore from her throat. He was unsure whether to call out her name or wrap her in the safety of his arms. 

She’d been released from the hospital five days ago. The first two nights, she refused to sleep. He’d found her walking the halls of the otherwise empty residential floors of the compound, drinking coffee and sugar-filled energy drinks to keep herself awake. He joined her, and they walked aimlessly, talking about nothing for hours.

The third night, she couldn’t fight it any longer. She fell asleep on his shoulder, watching a movie. He carried her to her bed, and less than two hours later, her strangled cries woke him. She’d done the same every night since, and him standing in her doorway, calling her name, had seemed to calm her. However, tonight the nightmares proved stronger than his attempt to soothe her.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t listen as she screamed herself hoarse. The disruption to his sleep didn’t bother him, it was that he couldn’t help her. He couldn’t fight whatever she was seeing in her dreams. Moreover, she wouldn’t discuss what was haunting her.

“Dodge,” he spoke softly from the door, hoping his voice would penetrate her nightmares and bring her back to him.

Nothing. 

Her feet dug into the mattress, back arched off the bed, hands clawing at the sheets, her knuckles so white he thought her bones would break through her skin. 

“It’s okay. It’s just a dream,” he lied. He knew better. It wasn’t a dream. It was her reliving all the things she’d been through, seeing the devastation her actions had caused. All the things she wouldn’t talk about. He knew better than anyone, had been in the exact position she was in now. She had helped him begin to fight his demons, even if she wasn’t aware of it. It was only fair he returned the favor. 

“Roz,” he called, a little louder. Still nothing. Tears dripped from the corners of her eyes, and that broke him. He rushed to her side and stroked his fingers from her knuckles to her shoulder, heaving a sigh of relief when she relaxed.

He waited a beat longer, and when she seemed over the worst of it, he pulled the sheets she’d kicked away back over her body. Bucky had to fight the urge to kiss her forehead after he brushed some hair from her face. In other circumstances, it might help the images fade, but now wasn’t the time to act on his feelings.

Roz’ features ironed out to a blank mask before she rolled onto her side. He’d done all he could, had helped quiet her mind, for now, at least. He didn’t hold much hope that the quiet would last as he turned to leave. 

“Don’t go!” she said, catching his wrist in a tight grip.. 

Her eyes remained closed, and if it weren’t for the pressure around his wrist, he may have thought he’d imagined it. 

“I’m right here.” 

Roz let him go, and with her eyes still closed, she flicked the covers back, inviting him in while she scooted over to make room for him. Gingerly, Bucky slipped in beside her, staring up at the ceiling as he made himself as comfortable as possible. Shortly after he stilled, he felt her hand searching in the darkness, and he reached over to give her his.

Roz held Bucky’s hand just as tightly as she’d held his wrist, and he hoped it would be the anchor she needed to keep the nightmares at bay.

Bucky knew he wouldn’t sleep. He’d craved to be close to her since he’d got her back and had planned to talk to her about her dying confession. Remembering it now, a swell of sadness and panic bubbled in his chest, along with a happy flutter of emotion in his stomach, his conflicted feelings caused by the fact she had died. 

The doctor had had to restart her heart twice, he’d witnessed it, but before it stopped the first time, she had told him she loved him. 

But she refused to discuss anything that had happened leading up to her capture and subsequent captivity, even with him. She claimed she didn’t remember, but Bucky suspected otherwise. 

“Can I ask you something?” he whispered to the ceiling. She squeezed his hand, and he took it as a signal to continue. “I know you don’t remember what happened on the mission. But you remember what happened before, right? Between us? I know now isn’t the time for a date or whatever, but that’s not what I’m asking...” He huffed out an annoyed sigh. He was getting it all wrong. 

Bucky was quiet for a beat, trying to get his words in an order that would make sense and show her he wasn’t pressuring her in any way. He wanted to ask the question in a way that wouldn’t accuse her of faking her amnesia, although he suspected she knew that’s what he thought. 

She lifted up, put his arm under her and turned over to face him. Roz slid her hand over his stomach and asked, “So what are you asking?” 

The breath he hadn't been aware he’d taken puffed out quickly and made a few stray strands of her hair dance around. “Am I a part of what you want to forget?”

“No.” She answered without hesitation. “Never.”

That had been what he needed to hear. It was enough, at least for now. 

He focused on her eyes. Even in the darkened room, he could see the sincerity they held. He kissed her forehead. 

“Get some sleep.” 

She snuggled further into him, tucking her head into the crook of his neck. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“I’m right where I want to be, sweetheart.”

She needed time, and he was patient. He’d wait. He wouldn’t push her before she was ready. Regardless, talking about it, or not, would not quell his craving or guilt. 

He was the reason she was working with the Avengers. The reason she had been captured was because she had sacrificed herself to save him, the footage from the surveillance cameras set up outside the apartment had proven as much. He was part of the reason for the suffering she relived over and over again.

Flashback.

“Agent Sykes,” Maria Hill announced, holding the door open for Roz to enter Fury’s office. 

Conversation had been light while the director, Bucky, and Steve waited for her arrival, but it stopped entirely as all three sets of eyes fell on her. 

Bucky was unaccountably excited about the meeting. There was something about the spunky brunette he’d met in the gym that he couldn’t get out of his mind, and when Fury had proposed a personal assistant, her name had already been on the tip of his tongue. He smiled brightly at her, but she didn’t look at him, instead choosing to give Maria a thankful nod before coming to a stop just inside the door, awaiting further instruction.

“Agent Sykes,” Fury greeted, standing from his chair and ushering her over with a wave. 

Bucky watched her swallow thickly, and her eyes flicked to him while she made her way to sit in the chair between him and Steve as Fury instructed. Bucky smiled to himself, anticipating her reaction to the coming news. She probably thought she was in trouble. She’d been summoned to the director’s office hours after meeting Bucky. 

“Relax, Dodge,” he whispered, nudging her gently with his elbow. “You’re not here to be reprimanded.”

“Just the opposite, actually,” Fury assured. “Sergeant Barnes has requested you for an assignment.”

Roz’ expression remained flat as she nodded. “Sir.” Bucky couldn't read her at all. 

“He requires an assistant of sorts,” Fury explained. “Someone to help him adjust to the new world; handle his planner, schedule his meetings, briefings, training, excetera.”

A flash of annoyance darkened her features before she fixed them back to deadpan, and Bucky shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his excitement decidedly dampened. If Fury noticed, he chose not to question it. 

“You’d be required to start immediately and move into the compound to be on call twenty-four seven. I understand you're working the Goldburn case.”

“That’s correct, sir.”

“You have four hours to do a hand-over of your active case,” Fury instructed. “Collect any belongings you will need and report to Barnes for further instruction.” 

Roz nodded once and stood, turning her focus to Bucky. “Where should I report, Sergeant Barnes?”

Her expression was still impossible to read, but her tone was far from the playful snark of earlier. Which stood to reason, really, considering present company. Perhaps it would be better to discuss the matter alone. 

“Walk with me,” Bucky requested, inclining his head toward the door. He nodded a farewell to Steve and Fury as he stepped out of the room with his new assistant. Roz fell into step beside him as they walked away from the office, but she wouldn’t look at him. Her eyes were forward, and there was a slight purse to her lips. 

“You’re annoyed?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Speak freely, Roz.”

That was all the permission she needed, apparently. She stopped and turned to face him, the annoyance now allowed to swell into anger. 

“I was on track to go deep undercover to take down a cartel that’s dealing in alien weaponry. I’ve been working on it for six months! And now you’ve pulled me off to be a glorified babysitter. So yeah, I’m annoyed, Bucky.”

Her tone cut him deeper than he might have expected. He felt her anger, saw it tinge her cheeks a crimson color. Bucky cracked a smile, hoping to show her he wanted them to be friends and that he came in peace, thinking that might diffuse some of the tension, but when he opened his mouth to respond, nothing came out but a nervous chuckle, which was obviously and immediately misinterpreted. 

Her eyes narrowed, lips stretched into a tight line, and her nostrils flared as she heaved angry breaths. He took a step back out of her reach when he saw her fists clench at her sides. 

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh, I know,” he rushed to apologize. “It's not that I think it's funny, I'm just…I didn't expect you to be so angry and it caught me off guard,” he explained, hands out to beg for peace. “It makes sense, though,” he reasoned aloud. “I should have talked with you first. It's just that I didn't want a babysitter, which is what Fury was going to give me. But you...you seemed like the type to speak your mind. I like that. I wanted someone who would shoot straight, and you were the first person who came to mind."

She stared at him, seemingly unimpressed by his explanation but marginally less violent. 

“I’m sorry I screwed up your hard work,” Bucky told her sincerely.

She heaved a sigh and cocked a brow, inviting him to continue. It was not what he’d hoped for, but it seemed a step in the right direction.  

“You want me to tell Fury I changed my mind?” he offered, gesturing back toward the office they’d just left. 

Roz didn’t answer, she only glared at him, and Bucky panicked with the realization that his lack of consideration might have just cost him her friendship before he’d actually gained it.

He took a step away in the direction of Fury’s office. He could at least try to fix his mistake. 

“Sorry,” he muttered. He didn’t get to make a second step before her hand shot out to grab his arm and stop him. 

“Wait.” Her mouth twitched ruefully at the corners. “If you tell Fury you changed your mind, he’ll know something happened, and that’ll make me look bad.”

“Okay,” he nodded. “So tell me what you want me to do. How can I make it up to you?”

She considered the question for a long moment, her narrowed eyes locked to his the whole while, making Bucky slightly uncomfortable. He only hoped she saw his sincerity and willingness to correct things in his expression. 

“When this is over,” she said finally, firmly, “you're going to give me a gold plated letter of recommendation for any assignment I choose. I don’t care how many strings you have to pull.”

“Done,” he said with no hesitation whatsoever, and that seemed to placate her slightly.  

“I’m not doing your laundry,” she added, still stern but softening, “Not cooking or cleaning up after you. I’m not a maid.” 

“Didn’t expect you to,” he assured her. Despite himself, the fleeting image of Roz in a French maid outfit came unbidden to his mind, but he quashed it. He’d no doubt be entertaining it at length later, but now was not the time. 

As if reading his mind, Roz crossed her arms and said, “Just so we’re clear I don’t date colleagues. So if this is some long ass game to get me into bed, I’m telling you now, it’s not happening.” 

Her tone had slipped back into the one he remembered from the gym, almost playful, and Bucky allowed himself a small smile. “So I should just tell Fury to reassign you?” he said with a mischievous lift of his eyebrow, turning in that direction. 

Her eye roll involved the entire upper half of her body, but she grinned, despite herself, and Bucky mirrored it. Maybe he hadn’t ruined things after all. 

Bucky felt the tension dissipate. They held each other’s eye as if sharing a private joke, and he knew he’d made the right choice. Sure, she was attractive, and if they ever wound up in need of something less than professional, he’d be more than willing. But that hadn’t been the only reason he’d requested Roz for the job. He had, in fact, asked around about her before he’d gone to Fury. She was an admired agent, not too straight laced, and she spoke up when a situation called for it. She had, on occasion, questioned authority despite the potential consequences. That had only cemented his desire to work with her. He didn’t want a yes man (or woman, as it were), he wanted someone who would question him, who wouldn’t just dutifully follow him like a trained monkey.

“Can we start over?” he asked genuinely, stretching his hand out to her, though hesitantly.

“Fine,” she huffed, but she rolled her shoulders back to stand straighter, and she shook his hand firmly. “Agent Sykes reporting for duty. Where do you want me to start, Sir?”

“First of all, every time you call me Sir or Sergeant Barnes, I’m adding another month to your assignment. It’s Bucky.” 

“Okay, Bucky.” She rolled her eyes again, refueling his grin. He had a feeling this was going to be an interesting relationship. “What’s second?” 

“Let me show you to your new suite.”

Now. 

Nothing looked different. Thanks to Doctor Cho’s regeneration technology, Roz’ own cells had made her brand new. The only scars were ones she’d earned before she worked for S.H.I.E.L.D and didn’t have access to the genius of Helen Cho.

The mirror in the bathroom began to steam up as the shower warmed behind her, but before her reflection distorted too much, she turned and twisted her naked body in search of imperfections, scars that should have been there. No one would ever be able to tell her nose had ever been broken, but she remembered every slash, every punch, every breath that was stolen from her. She couldn’t forget the pain or the hope that drained from her along with her blood. 

She’d still look good in a bikini, no major scars remained to make her self-conscious, and the maid outfit Bucky mentioned she’d look amazing in at every opportunity would not be ruined by imperfections of her flesh.

Nothing looked different but everything was different. She was inherently different; her body remained unchanged but her mind was broken.

S.H.I.E.L.D had many geniuses on their payroll, yet she knew of none that could mend a broken mind. She caught her own gaze in the mirror, and perhaps something did show the difference in her after all. 

Her eyes. The light behind them was gone. She tried a smile on for size, the same smile she’d been giving Bucky for days now. It didn’t fit. He’d just been kind enough to not question the lifeless curl of her lips. 

“Sergeant Barnes would like to know if you would like breakfast,” F.R.I.D.A.Y asked. 

The smile that flashed in the mirror this time did hold some light. Maybe her smiles around the Winter Soldier hadn't been as unconvincing as she’d thought. 

“Tell Sergeant Barnes I declined breakfast, please,” she advised, stepping into the shower.

Part 3

[tanjisung]

reading winter soldier 2019 ig

okok so i just ended up episode 1 of winterfalcon and i got overexicted bcus bucky is way too pretty wtf ??????? so i wanted to read one of his solo hqs but i couldnt find winter soldier 2012 anywhere so im reading wintersoldier 2019 very nice very nice so see my live coments + freak outs abt the internet and my opinion at the end :D

chapter one ^_^

wtf is this really only 5 chapters short thats so lame but ok that means i can end it fast

I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE MY INTERNET STOPPED WORKING JUST BY THE MOMENT I STARTED READING THIS SHIT WTF

OK IT CAME BACK

lets get going first of all damn stop being so hot

OMG HE GOT HIS REDEMPTION NOW HE IS GONNA HELP OTHER PEOPLE TO GET REDEMPTIONED YES BUCKY BARNES CEO OF REDEMPTIONS I LOVE HIM SM

AND THE BLOODY INTERNET STOPPED AGAIN I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE tHATS WHY I HATE RAINY DAYS

OK IT CAME BACK AGAIN FOR FUCKS SAKE lets reload the page`~~~~~~~~~~~~

why are u talking to a cop no bucky no no

this just reminded me of a barry episode ive seen with my dad nice

WHO TF IS THAT MAN

im so sad so so so so so sad why

IS THAT TONY STARK????????????

ye it is that little bitch i hate you comics tony stark i hate you so much ill never forgive you for doing SHIT at empyre ohhh ill be here in my place with reed just doing nothing while someone is trying to explode the sun WELL DONE TONY WELL DONE

+ ur just an asshole the whole universe i only kinda like you in civil war because i hate steve 67897890x more

ok ends tony stark hate club

IDK WHO TF ARE YOU BUT COULD U TAKE MY HAND IM MARRIAGE ????????????

maybe thats just bcus he looks a lot like jason todd ok .. but he is still very cute and seems nice

chapter 2 ^_^

aparently his name is rj now im wondering do i search his name on the internet or do i just continue reading

MARVEL DEATH THE KID

HE IS TRYNA KILL BUCKY WTF U JUST SAD YOU ARE A FAN

stalker energy pls behave yourself rj

WTF IS THIS WHY DOES THIS KID HAVE VIBRANIUM

STOP TRYING TO BE JASON TODD YOU'RE NOT HIM

wait what if he is like a parody like wase wilson and slade wilson that would make me hate u marvel cause you could never make something as great as jason im very very sorry

also i hate that slade wade shit it doesnt even make sense like the product is amazing asf but the reason is weird idk not nice

ok he reminds me of my rpg character now im sad ..

PIECE OF SHIT WTF IS THIS THING STOP

WHO IS THIS MANNNNNNNNNNNNNN WHY DOES HE LOOKS LIKE JOHN CONSTATINE FROM WISH

WHY ARE U TELLING MJT (marvel jason todd) THAT HE FAILED NOOOOO

FOR FUCKS SAKE NO ONE ASKED YOU SHIT

BUCKY UR SO HOT AND SMART AND AMAZING <33333

chapter 3 lets goooooo :P

i hate you so much tony stark go away just go fucking away for once

RJ HAVING THERAPY THATS IT MY BOYYYY GIVE ME A KISS UR SO AMAZING CONGRATS SWEETIE

Pls bucky and rj i want you two to have brothers energy pls big bro bucky thats so cute

hot boy bucky by the sound of hard to kill by someone that i dont recall right now yes sirrrrrrrrr

rj tell me the truth ur transmasc right

THAT IS SO WEIRD BOOOOO BUBBLE MAN

omg this looks like mother virus created reality

NO HE IS BEING PUNCHED /snk flashbacks

HE TOOK HIS ARM

RJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ

RJ IS SAYING A LOT OF DEEP TRUE THINGS RN SAY IT LOUDER

he is so jason todd .....

U MADE BUCKY CRY FORGET EVRYTHING I JUST SAID FUCK YOU RJ

RJ HAS A DAD ??????????????????????/

BITCH WHAT THE FUCK

chapter 4 ^_^

IRISH AND ITALIAN HOLY FKCNG SHIT THAT IS SO HANDSOMENESS MATERIAL

that is so cool that man is so cool give him a solo comic idc he is just rj's father he is cool asf

MARRY ME RICHIE YOU'LL NEVER HAVE TO BE ALONE

richie dilf

i love single dads so much im emotional now

RJ IS CRYING THAT IS TDTAYDHS THAT IS SO

IS THAT FUCKING MAFIA ??????????????

WHY RICHIE

RJ UR SO AMAZING PLS

BUCKYYYYYYYYYYY

FIFTY FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS THAT IS INSANE WTF

RICHIE WHY ARE U TREATING BUCKY THIS WAY I LOVED OU YOU MOTHERFUCKER

yes he is gonna help him nice bucky 1 kiss

WHERE DID U TAKE ALL THIS MONEY FROM

RICHIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

he reminds me of another rpg character omg hunter come back to me pls

NO RICHIE U FAILED ME

YES BUCKY THANK U

Im so sad i trusted you richie u were gonna be hunter u were gonna be the cool single dad ok im sad fuck you im sad

HE KILLED RICHIE ???????

i was just going to celebrate richies death but now i just remembered that bucky doesnt wanna kill anyone so he is probably gonna be sad by killing him noooooooooooooooooooooooo

chapter 5 tHE LAST ONE NO

SWEETIE UR DAD IS DEAD omg that rhymed

U LEFT HIM IN YOU CAR WTF IS YOUR PROBLEM

this looks like a life is strange scene

yes of course his life will be better but at the same he doesnt know his dad is a piece of shit he will still be pissed and probably depressed but mostly pissed actually bucky u might die

WHY IS WISH JOHN CONSTANTINE HERE I DONT LIKE YOU SIR GO AWAY LEAVE THE KID ALONE

actually how old is rj thats a good question

ok apparently google doesnt know the answer im guessing 16

HE IS SO NICE AND AMAZING AND BADASS I LOVE YOU

OMG NO NOW HE KNOWS HE KILLED HIS DAD NOOOOOOOOOO

im mad abt he punching bucky but id do the same thing he is in right to be very mad abt it ok go on

HE KILLED WISH JOHN CONSTANTINE YES RJ UR ALWAYS RIGHT

#RJ: trans rights? of course! im trans and im always right

NO IT ENDED UP ALREADY NOOOOO

ok very cool comment section now by lucas tanjisung (me) lets go

lets start by the fact that bucky is as pretty in the comics as in the movies since this is from 2019 it might be actually inspired in sebastian stan but im not sure anyways very good looking so +678 points

one thing is that after just seeing the winterfalcon episode i guess that bucky is a very right connection to this one but like a few months later with all the getting better thing and if that is the case well done marvel it looks great

other very good thing abt this shit : RJ . pls im already in love with this like psycho traumatized teenager and maybe thats because im a very big fan of marvel teenagers in general but he has a very deep backstory that could be very useful to the universe in general. idk if he is in any other comic but an origin solo for him would be top tier or one of him after wintersoldier events and him being an anti-hero of something (or maybe thinking very high rj young avenger that would be sick

now one thing that i didnt like very much is that like .. ok i get it makes sense with his whole story and all that and i like redemption arcs a lot BUT ANTI-HEROES OR JUST KILLING HEROES ARE SO MUCH NICER AND COOLER LIKE .. (okok my fav super-heroes aren't killling heroes but u have to be the best of the best to be a not killing heroe and be good u know thats why they are my fav) COMING BACK .. i just wanted to see bucky destroying enemies and boom explosion fights and all that but it was a more deep and like thoughtful comic that differs a lot to what im used to so maybe thats why i got a little weird abt it, but counting everything it is an AWESOME comic with AWESOME drawing styles and an aweome meaning that showed a lot of emotional shit abt a character i didn't know that well

i had to rate it from 1 to 10 it would probably be an 8,5 so very cool marvel well done

[explodingcrenelation]

I've never seen this discussed, but I was thinking about how the Winter Soldier is a legend and a ghost, always concealed. Yet they sent him after the Starks unmasked. I guess they knew Howard would recognize him and they wanted that, but it still seems a weird thing to do. With Steve it's obvious, they knew it gave WS the advantage because Cap didn't want to kill him, but the Starks hardly seemed a threat. Sure it was psychological, but what was the point if they die fast? Got meta?

Okay, so, I really need to organize my meta. Because I swear I’ve read at least one meta post that talks about the mask and the inconsistency of its use throughout the movies. But I have almost forty pages of meta on my blog and I can’t seem to find it. I may not have reblogged it, in which case I fear it’s lost to the depths of Tumblr. (Can anyone help with this?)

For lack of resources to point you to, anon, let me ramble a bit and see if anything comes out of it.

From a storytelling standpoint, the mask is primarily for us, the viewers, so that we can have a dramatic identity reveal in Winter Soldier.

Or, really, I should say the mask is primarily for Steve because I think pretty much everyone in the audience knew the Winter Soldier was Bucky all along. Losing the mask simply confirmed it. However, the audience wants to see Steve have the revelation for himself, the moment of recognition. (And to this day that moment remains one of my favorite scenes in the entirety of the MCU. It was beautifully staged, and perfectly acted. Chris Evans emoted so much fear/hope/disbelief in one whispered, “Bucky?” and then Sebastian Stan contrasted that painfully with his flat reply, “Who the hell is Bucky?” I could go on about that exchange for ages.)After that, the mask isn’t really needed. It served its purpose for the dramatic reveal and the story kind of… forgets it. 

Wouldn’t it have been great to have Steve in Civil War realize, “Oh! That guy who bombed the UN? He isn’t wearing a mask and Bucky definitely knew to wear a mask to hide his identity when he was dismantling governments and destroying world order, so that’s probably not him.” 

Give your old pal some credit, Steve. Sheesh. He was a professional sniper and knew how to be sneaky even before Hydra caught him. There’s a reason you haven’t been able to find him for the last two years. 

But I digress. 

Ostensibly the reason Bucky doesn’t have the mask for Civil War is again for the sake of storytelling. We need Howard to recognize him and say his name and for the Winter Soldier to look straight into the security feed so there’s no doubt whatsoever that James Buchanan Barnes, Steve Rogers’ best friend, killed Tony’s parents. That makes it possible for Tony to react immediately, without having to pause to question whether or not it’s actually Bucky (it thus prevents Tony from thinking things through and reacting with a clearer head). It serves the heat of the storytelling more than it serves a common sense, fully developed backstory for the use of the mask. 

I mean, we could say that Howard’s death is the inciting incident that makes the mask necessary. The Winter Soldier was both recognized and caught on camera on the night of December 16, 1991. It was apparently a big enough deal that detailed Hydra records led Zemo to seek out that specific tape, sight unseen, knowing without a doubt the rift it would cause between Steve and Tony. 

I wonder how much trouble the Winter Soldier’s handlers had to go through to get that security tape into their hands? (Because please imagine them freaking out about Peggy Carter finding out Bucky was still alive and a brainwashed captive of Hydra. She may have been getting on in years, but I have no doubt Hydra operatives were still actively terrified of her. She was there when Steve vowed revenge for Bucky. Steve died to avenge Bucky. There’s no way she wouldn’t take it personally if she found out Bucky was still alive. Same goes for the rest of the Howling Commandos.)

That being said, it seems kind of silly for Hydra to make that realization so late into the game. Even petty thieves know well enough to obscure their identities. 

So, we could say Howard’s death is the inciting incident, but it doesn’t make much sense if it was. Because that leaves about forty-odd years where the Winter Soldier was operating without a mask. And the chance he’d be recognized by former friends and family was a lot higher earlier on in his “career.”

At one point in the past—there’s no way to know if it was before or after Howard’s death—the Winter Soldier was photographed with his mask on. In Winter Solider, computer-incarnated Zola shuffles through a series of historical images, including this one. 

It’s hard to tell for sure, but the Winter Soldier seems to be wearing the mask here. Of course, the irony is that the arm and the star make him 100% identifiable. The difference being the arm identifies him as a weapon and an agent of Hydra, not as a person with a name and a history of his own. It doesn’t particularly matter if anyone sees the arm and, in fact, adds to the chilling mythos of the ghost story. Regular men don’t have metal arms. Monsters without faces have metal arms.

The mask obscures Bucky’s identity and it dehumanizes him. (It’s also an inverse of Captain America’s helmet, which I think is simply brilliant costuming.) Not only does it serve a practical purpose in keeping anyone from knowing who he is, it furthers Hydra’s subtle fear tactics by making the arm the Winter Solider’s identifying mark. Hydra had every reason to want to use the mask from the very beginning. 

If we try to make sense of the use of the mask in the context of the marvel universe, without breaking the fourth wall, and setting aside its presence (or lack thereof) as an obvious function of targeted storytelling goals, I think we’re only left with two options: Either Hydra deliberately sent the Winter Soldier after the Starks without a mask, or Bucky took the mask off himself. 

Bucky’s not really giving us any clues here, so…

Reasons Hydra might want to unmask the Winter Soldier, knowing he’d be recognized: 1.) To throw Howard off, just in case he was armed. The man built weapons for a living. It’s not unreasonable to assume he might be armed with something that could kill a super soldier. But if that super soldier was a former friend and ally? He might be less likely to defend himself and less likely to attack, thus giving the Winter Soldier room to maneuver. 2.) Sheer pettiness. Wanting to gloat. Letting Howard know with his dying breath that Hydra was still alive and well and that his obsessive work on duplicating the super soldier serum wasn’t going to create another Captain America, but something much worse. 

Reasons Bucky might have taken the mask off: Depending on how long he was out of cryo, his memories could have been coming back. Some part of him could have remembered the name of his target and he might have wanted to be identified—either to be saved or punished. But the programming was still enough in control that he couldn’t stop himself from completing the mission. 

Those are my best guesses, at least. I doubt Marvel’s creative team has given it much thought (though I would be delighted to be proven wrong in subsequent films). Does anyone out there remember any other meta posts about Bucky’s mask? Or have anything more to contribute for this anon? Please reply or reblog with your own thoughts/theories/headcanons! :)