#AND BY INCREDIBLY NORMAL I MEAN IM BEING DRAGGED INTO A PADDED ROOM AS WE SPEAK

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feeling incredibly normal about mork flirting with day in this episode by using all the senses aside from sight

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Silver Silence Part 5

Pairing: Bucky x shy enhanced reader

Summary: Bucky finally finds himself able to live at the compound with the team, but finds it difficult to repress his feelings for his new very shy and gentle teammate.

Word count: 1,520 (sorry its short)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of pain and surgery.

By the time tony finally called you into the lab for a pre treatment examination you where not only over the hills with happiness but also burrowed 10 feet beneath your extreme nervousness.

Your hands pressed softly against the cold surface of the examination table as you sat at the edge of it. You where absent mindlessly swinging your feet over the edge and looking down with jaded breath, along with the silent remains of fatigue that promptly washed over your eyes, in thick, purple rings.

“You sure you’re ready?” from behind you, Bucky came into view laying a soft hand on your shoulder and gently applying pressure.  His face was overcast with concern, yet gently covered by a sheen layer of eagerness.

“More ready than I’ve ever been for anything.” You replied. “Do you know what this means?”

Bucky stood there looking at you with a soft smile, as if to urge you to tell him even if he knew the answer.

“I’ll be able to run…” you smiled, “I’ll be able to fight, and have sex and play football.” You felt tears prick at your eyes. “I can have kids now buck…” tears where flowing down your cheeks as you laughed through them. “k-kids...” you whispered.

Bucky’s smile grew, and with it, a soft expression formed in his eyes.

“I never thought I’d see the day where my body would be able to function like a normal person, and now that day is just beyond the horizon.”

You knew at this point you where rambling, but in this bubble of hope that had floated into your grasp you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

To think in only a few moments Tony would come in and tell you all about the procedure, to think you where mere hours away from turning glass into titanium.

When your series of hope filled sentences had died off into silent beams of smiles, the doors to the lab opened and in strolled tony, an uncertain smile on his face.

“How’s it going kid?” he asked, taking a seat on a stool in front of you.

“Better than I’ve ever been, knowing what’s coming.” You answered.

He gave a breathy chuckle as he reached for a remote beside him and pointed adjacent to him, willing a screen to fold down at the click of a button.

“I know you’re eager (y/n) but there’s a few things I need to run by you first.” He let his eyes narrow in sincerity. To which you uttered a simple “of course” in acknowledgement.

He clicked a button on the remote twice, and the screen clicked on and moved to a slide with a female autonomy body model on it. “The problem with your body, the reason it’s so frail is because all your energy, bone marrow, enamel, is stored in your chest, in this strange sort of pocket that your powers had formed”

You knew some of this already, but to understand that your body had a physical pocket of stored energy rather than a metaphorical one was a bit shocking.

He clicked the slide again and it zoomed in on the chest, showing a soft glow over  the heart.

“This is where it gets tricky” he sighed, and stood up, walking over to the screen and enlarging the heart and bringing it out of the model onto a bigger screen. “This sort of, energy pocket is actually attached to your heart.” He spun it around to show the back where a strange dark mass now stood prominently on the side. “it’s like a growth, like a tumor, and we have to cut it out… which means…”

“Open heart surgery” Bucky interrupted, his eyes softly bitten in sorrow and you felt a wave of fear run through you.

“That’s right tin man, open heart surgery. And when removing this pocket where energy is stored, is also removing your powers.” tony replied softly. “But that’s not the worst part…”

Your chest constricted in fear as he went back to sit down and turned off the screen, his eyes fixed on yours in gentleness. “If everything goes as planned, your body will start to develop strength, your bones will become stronger, your teeth, your energy they will all skyrocket in strength, but slowly... And unfortunately painfully.”

You looked at him lightly confused and not being able to bring yourself to ask questions proved easier when Bucky spoke up before you. “Painful?” he asked.

Tony looked up at him with a sigh and then back at you.

“yes… very, very painful” he ran his slender fingers through his chocolate hair, “your body will slowly begin to take in energy, but it’s incredibly slow, and by my calculations the years of being so fragile makes your bones and body so unused to this energy that you will likely be in pain for months..”

You sat there in the hauntingly thick fog of silence that had pressed upon your shoulders. Pain, pain was nothing; pain was something you felt so often it was like a second personality to you. It was the fear of everything going wrong, but you knew one thing for sure, you would rather live normally then live everyday in a glass coffin.

“Let’s get started” you replied. Causing tony to give you a soft sincere smile and put a hand on your knee.

“Im going to take care of you, kid.” He said softly. You gave a nod in response.  “I promise”

As tony got up to go get Helen and Bruce to set up the surgery room, and hopefully round up his surgeon friends, Bucky took a step in front of you.

He put two gentle figures under your chin and moved your head to look up at him. “Are you SURE you’re ready?” he asked again, worry obvious on his chiseled features.

“100%” you smiled up at him. He gave a short soft smile before unexpectedly, leaning down to place a softly crafted kiss to your lips.

When he released your eyes opened, even without knowing they had closed and you felt warmth spread through you. Up until this point you dismissed your small fascination with him as a result of his kindness. However feeling the warmth of his lips on yours, that small gesture of intimacy told you that both you and him had found a comfort in each others demons.

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The procedure went by smoothly, naturally their where bumps in the road, a surgery that often took 3-4 hours ended up taken 7, and by the time it had concluded and a series of exhausted nurses and surgeons poured out of the room,  it became night fall.

You now laid in a hospital bed, out cold with an IV slowly dripping beside you and the bulky bandage that covered the giant line of stitches on your chest poking out of the gown that clung to your sweating body.

From beside you, Bucky sat with his fingers intertwined with your own, he watched your chest rise and fall in slow breaths and listened to the gentle beeping of the machine beside him, that imitated your heartbeat.

He lost count of time as he stared at you, feeling a warmth radiate off him in waves, because he knew one day you would have the life you always wanted, and he could only hope you would want to spend it with him.

Your hand gripped his tighter as the beeping sped up, and with panic starting to settle in him, he reached over to push the panic button.

Your breaths became sporadic and heavy, as your head began to tic in a slight manner.

When tony, Helen and Bruce rushed in, Bucky was casted aside to watch as your body began to thrash violently, and the constant beeping of the heart monitor turned into a series of quick almost blended tones.

“What’s happening?!” Bucky yelled in a panic over the series of voices and mechanical screeches.

“It’s happening..” tony replied in a pant, grabbing padded cuffs and strapping your arms down, and that’s when the screaming begun.

Your voice broke the chain effect of the chatter of technology and people with a burst of a blood curdling scream.

All Bucky could do was sit and watch as eventually everyone backed out of the room, with sorrow forming in their eyes, at the sight of your body thrashing against the bonds.

He didn’t sleep that night, only left your side when Steve dragged him away, and even his own protests to stay with you didn’t convince him that it was good for him. Your screams would be only thing that would occupy his ears if he stayed. Yet as much as he wanted to hold your hand and sooth you as you cried out, his being would not have handled it, and Steve knew that.  But your screams never stopped, and through the entire compound they echoed.

It was a silent dinner that night, all except the distant high pitched voice of you that kept everyone’s stomach churned so much that it made it impossible to eat.

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All We Do (Sherlock x reader) Part6

Summary: Desires are revealed and plans are set in motion for a future Sherlock could never have foreseen. 

A/N: People have mentioned to me that my chapters are a little short and I’ve noticed too, so this one is actually two of the ones planned combined! I hope it being a lot longer is better! Feed back is always appreciated! 😘

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four | Part five | Part six | Part seven | Part eight | Part nine | Part ten | 

Y/N could tell from the way Sherlock was eyeing the two girls over that he was trying to deuce what they where talking about, Molly could do. “Sherlock don’t-“ she warned and Y/N waved her off. “Its fine, withdrawn and sleep deprivation. We’re good” she said. Molly was sceptical but Y/N had stood up and pulled Sherlock in the direction of the bathroom before she could say anything. Left sitting on the couch Molly wasn’t entirely sure what to do with herself, but as luck would have it, John walked in to take his turn baby sitting.  “Oh, Molly” he said almost surprised to see her there. “Hello, John… Is Rosie okay?” asked softly “Yeah she’s okay, where is Sherlock?” he asked looking around corners in search of his friend “Oh um… he’s in the bathroom with Y/N…” she said and John pulled a face “Ah.. she’s still here?” he asked and Molly nodded “Not what I expected though, you described her as much more-“ Molly was lost for a word to describe Sherlock’s fiancé and John nodded “Yeah I know what you mean” he muttered as a thump came from the bathroom followed by a squeal. Both Molly and John jumped to attention “Sherlock? What going on in there?” John called, there was a moments silence as something smashed and Y/N burst out breathless and slamming it behind her so that she could rest her back against it. She shot a wide eyed glance at the two not mentioning that John had appeared, “I wouldn’t go in there” she said “its not pretty” “Whats going on?” Molly asked and Y/N grimaced pushing herself off the door to fetch a medical kit from under the sink. “I’m trying to make him have a shower, he fell over, smashed my plant pot and now he’s got  shard stuck in his leg the idiot” she explained with a roll of her eyes. Molly gasped and John snapped into action, snatching the medical kit without a word and marching into the bathroom. “GET OUT!” Sherlock’s voice could be heard shouting “oh grow up” John snapped and Y/N winced, John was braver than she was that was for sure.

With Sherlock finally sorted out he had cleaned up, and woken up after three cups of coffee during which he was watched incredibly closely by John, Molly having left to go to work. “So” Y/N said trying to break the silence and both men glanced at her and she shrugged “what are we going to today? I thought dinner might be nice… I’m still waiting for that delivery to come… but I could make a cake…” she mused then more to herself than anyone else “I’ll need to go and get candles…” “Hang on… I don’t understand” John said and Sherlock’s face remained emotionless, he hated today of all days and now he was being forced to pretend he enjoyed it. “You say that a lot you know?” she told John. “Are we celebrating something?” he asked and Y/N turned to look at Sherlock with a frown “Sherlock?” she asked and he shrugged causing her to roll her eyes. He jumped out of his chair to look out of the window. “Sherlock… I’m going to make a deduction and you have to tell me if I’m right” John said. Sherlock didn’t move but a smile was slowly creeping its way onto Y/N’s face. “Happy birthday” “Thank you John” he said turning around. Y/N stood up as well so that she could walk round the arm chair and wrap her arms around Sherlock’s waist and rest her chin on his shoulder with a smile. “You hate it don’t you” she muttered and he looked down at her with a very Sherlock expression “but come on, you’ll have cake won’t you? At least I’m not making you go home this time.” Sherlock was partly glad for that. Two birthdays ago Y/N had forced him and Mycroft to go to their parents house, a family gathering. It ended up with three smashed windows and a knife stuck in a wall. Never again.

"Well that settles it, cake and dinner at mine" John said and Y/N began bouncing on her toes "Do I get to see little Rosie?" She asked "sure" John grinned at her excitement. He and Sherlock watched as she proceeded to run around the apartment gathering up all the things she needed, both noting the small bag filled with presents. When eventually she had pulled on her boots and jacket they left, dipping in to see Mrs H and inviting her along.

With a cake in the oven and Sherlock's presents unwrapped he and John sat on the sofa of Johns small front room, Mrs Hudson in an armchair by the window and Molly had dragged in a chair from the kitchen to sit on Sherlock's left. Y/N however was lying on her stomach across the wooden floor, her ankles crossed in the air and Rosie in front of her as the two mar gurgling noises at each other. Sherlock's increasingly drug free mind was imagining al sorts of things as he watched her, tuning out the others conversation around him it was like the world was blurred apart from her. He was confused as to why his brain was giving images of what life could be like in the future, a ring in her finger, a matching one on his own. Her lying on the floor of 221B, their own baby making her laugh.

"Sherlock?" John asked waving a hand in front of his face to bring him back to reality. "Earth to Sherlock?" He chuckled and Sherlock tore his eyes away to look at him "What?" He asked "You seemed to be off on another planet" Y/N said not looking up from Rosie who was kicking her small legs in delight. "I was just thinking" he shrugged "You don't think quietly"  she pointed out with a giggle.

A steady beeping noise filled the room and Y/N groaned jumping up from the floor with huff before skipping into the kitchen and switching the timer off. A set of hand snaked there way around her waist as she removed the cake from the oven "hello" she grinned knowing it was Sherlock who was resting their chin on her head. "You and Rosie get along" he noted and she turned in his arms to face him. "She's cute, what of it?" Sherlock's gaze fell from thee contact with her own and to the floor between them. "Sherlock?" "I..." he trailed off as if he was unable to get the words out or even look at her. A gasp escaped her lips and her hands flew to cover her mouth as she thought she understood what he was trying to say. "Are you saying that you want a baby?" She asked in a voice no louder than a whisper. When he still didn't move she placed a finger under his chin forcing him to look at her. "Tell me what's wrong" "I don't.. care either way... but I..." Sherlock always struggled to deceive the feelings he himself had. Other people where easy. "I want you to have the life you deserve before..." he trailed off and she sighed. "I think..." he began before growing in confidence and no longer needing her finger to look at her "you would make the best mother" he told her with such sincerity that she almost believed him. "Sherlock" she whispered carefully pulling him close, breathing in a smell that seemed to last forever. "You know why-" "I know" he said a hint of sadness creeping in as he stepped away. "It's fine. I know" and with that he had left the room.

That night Y/N tossed and turned in  the bed unable to sleep and knowing Sherlock wasn't next to her it was clear he couldn't either.  With another toss she needed up on her back staring up at the ceiling. Her mind raced with everything that had happened over the last couple of days. And she thoughts about the days ahead. The likelihood of Moriarty's ugly head rearing up was pretty high. And her death was a certainty. But who said that she couldn't have what everyone else did? Why could she be happy? Decisively throwing off the covers she jumped out of bed to pad barefoot down the hallway.

Sherlock was stood by the window, his usual attire of a dress shirt and best dressing gown over the top bared with black trousers made him look taller than normal. He wasn't doing anything, no coffee, no drugs and no violin which was what he usually did when he couldn't think. "Hey" she said with a yawn and folding her arms over her chest. Sherlock glanced over his shoulder "you should be in bed" he said miserably before turning back to the window. Y/N sighed gently going to stand next to him, the two just looking out of the window together as she rested her head on his shoulder. "I can't sleep" "Neither can I" he muttered back. "I've been thinking" the was no response but silence "about what you said earlier" a car drove past below disrupting the peace. "I..." she took a deep breath "Sherlock I want a baby" he took a step to one side eyeing her up and down carefully. "Really?" He asked and she nodded "but... there is something I have to do first" Sherlock smiled knowingly "it's a deal" he grinned. Y/N bounced on her toes stretching up to press her lips to his. "I love you Sherlock Holmes" she mutters lips still brushing against each other "oh shut up" he sighed wrapping his arms around her to deepen the kiss.

"Married?" Molly mused as if the idea was a strange new concept. "Yes" Sherlock said slowly and Y/N poked his side gently. "Sherlock. Is getting married?" It was like she had never considered it as an option one day. "What's going on up here?" a voice asked as Lestrade walked into the room. "Sherlock's getting married! It's it wonderful?!" Mrs Hudson cried with delight and clapped her hands together "Im going to get some champagne" she said before rushing from the sitting room of 221B to her apartment. "Oh goodie" Sherlock grimaced and Y/N poked his side "stop it. You knew this would happen, besides I like it" she whispered "this won't go away until it's done, be nice" taking Sherlocks hand in her own she smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I know but I don't understand why-" "Because and that's it. Not everything need a deeply scientific of philosophical meaning" Sherlock pulled a face but resigned to his fate. While he has had his doubts about marriage, and the whole concept of it he had to accept that he had asked her and had waited for it to actually happen for years. Now he was getting what he wanted and all he could do was complain about it. "Fine" he said with a grumble but he did start being much more gracious about the whole thing. "Congratulations" John said walking over and slapping Sherlock on the back with his free hand, the other supporting a sleeping Rosie over his shoulder. Sherlock grinned back starting to enjoy the attention that he was getting from the friends he thought he had lost. "I would like to point out that we've been engaged for some time" Sherlock said but the smile twitching at the corners of his lips didn't seem to want to go. "Perhaps but now we actually have a date for it" Y/N called from the kitchen where she was helping Mrs Hudson pour some drinks. "Oh when?" she asked "Middle of August, we found this really nice place when we first started looking, and they had an opening. To be fair we've been planing this for two years" Y/N told her then in a slightly hushed voice "I've had a dress in my wardrobe in my flat for ages" Mrs Hudson gasped and was about to start yelling  it Y/N started flapping to quieten her down "shhh, he doesn't know" she insisted "Yes I do" Sherlock said sticking his head round the door and Y/N spun round to glare at him "how can you possibly know about that?" She asked exasperatedly. "I followed you" he said with a shrug and she groaned like a whining child  "Sherlock! At least tell me you didn't look at it" "No" "Sherlock?" "I didn't. I saw the bad and decided  against it" he insisted. Y/N squinted at him before deciding that he was telling the truth. “I hate you sometimes” she said but her voice was teasing and Sherlock just grinned back at her before going back to talk to John. “I don’t know why I bother trying to hide anything from him anymore” she sighed “I feel the same dear” Mrs Hudson said sympathetically and patted her shoulder before downing a glass of champagne and taking the bottle.

By the time everyone left both Sherlock and Y/N where reasonably drunk, sprawled out across each other on the couch when a knock came at the door.  “Will you two pull yourselfs together?” said Mycroft’s sarcastic voice fro the door. They sat blot up right to stare at him for a second then collapsing back down in fits of giggles. Mycroft rolled his eyes at them as he strolled into the room and inspected the mantle which was covered in empty glasses and stab marks left by Sherlock’s knife. “I received your message, what is it thats so important you had to drag me away from the office?” he asked his voice dripping. This was not the first time he had found them in drunk and giggling messes, at university it was a common thing for them to tumble in the front door of their parents home and Mycroft was the one that had to deal with it. “We’ve set a date, and she insists on inviting you” Sherlock snickered and Y/N laughed so hard she fell off the couch causing Mycroft to roll his eyes again. “I abhor weddings” he sighed and turned to leave. Y/N jumped up and ran to stop him from leaving, the smile still on her face as she caught her breath. “Come on, its only small… for me please come” she asked gently and he sighed “Small?” he asked and she nodded encouragingly. “I shall… consider it” he said before nodding at her and leaving. Hearing the front door shut behind him she shook her head and laughed before collapsing in Sherlock’s armchair. “I love you” he said randomly from where he lay and she frowned at him. “You say it like something new” she remarked her eyes closing a little to try and stop the bussing in her head. “I don’t say it enough” he said and she peeked through one open eye to look at him then shut it again. “I know that you do though, I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.” There was a pause, silence filling the room for a peaceful second. “I love you too you know” she muttered exhaustion taking over. Sherlock watched her lovingly, a habit he had noticed doing more often now that she was with him all the time, rather than hidden away, he couldn’t seem to take his eyes of her when she was in the room. “I know” he said and she chuckled stretching a little before curling up. “You always know” she said. Sherlock was just sober and awake enough to get off the couch and scoop Y/N up in his arms, she nuzzled her head into his chest as he carried her to the bedroom setting her down on the bed before getting in himself, both still fully clothed, to tired to bother changing. “I love you” he whispered again and the two fell asleep in each others arms.