#Art dealer! Bucky Barnes
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All I Know It Feels So Damn Good
Summary: James Bucky Barnes was an avowed bachelor and one night stand artist. You came along and knocked him on his face. Bucky gives you anything you want. Anything.
Word count: 2.5 K
Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader
A/N: This fic is connected to the Knock You Down AU, and comes After ...As Hard As I Did but BEFORE Dessert or Disaster, but it can be read as a stand alone. It is in answer to this ask. Seb Stan's latest pics and this press run is making me feral. I can write these two ALL DAY!!!! Y'all are gonna have to deal with this for a while, sorry not sorry.
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. This is porn with some plot. GNO tipsy texting returns, Dom/sub elements, phone sex, talk of raw p in v, description of sex with condom, Bucky being fluffy while filthy, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, degradation kink, talk of face slapping, talk of finger f*cking, talk of oral sex, praise kink, breeding kink, begging, use of Daddy, use of google translate Romanian. Actual raw p in v, lactation kink if you squint, nipple worship if you squint, belly bulge, non-existent refractory period. Not Beta'd. All errors my own.
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It was your first Girl’s Night Out as Bucky’s girl. You’d texted him tipsy messages all night, teasing him with your selfies and requests of the same from him.
Your flirty banter was all fun and games until your received a terse, ‘Call me when you get home’ voice memo.
You don’t know why six little words got you all worked up, but there was a delicious feeling of anticipation in your stomach until you settled into bed after you showered and dialed Bucky.
For the short time you’d been intimate, you’d sensed that he was holding back something darker, more forceful and to think of it didn’t scare you.
It only served to get you so incredibly hot. Something inside you wanted to push his buttons.
Maybe it was that, and not the champagne, that impelled you to text him what you had earlier.
Bucky was on his couch, staring at the Manhattan skyline and waiting for your call. He answered on the first ring.
“Hello, Frumoasă. Did you have fun tonight?”
His question seemed innocuous enough. Bucky listened as you recounted the drama and escapades of the night with your girls.
You asked him how his evening with Steve and Sam was and he replied shortly, “Fine. Until I got distracted.”
Then he got to the point.
“Now. Let’s talk about the text you sent me earlier. Run that back for me? What is it that you want to do while I do what to you now?”
The way he slid into confronting you was savage. You weren’t expecting it and now you didn’t want to say it out loud.
Had you crossed the line, you wondered?
Your silence made Bucky smile. He knew he had you flustered, having learned your tells already. You were about to be in the mood he wanted you in; he just needed to push a little further.
“Cat got that talented tongue, baby? Tell me what you said. Or are you only a whore over texts?”
The coldness in Bucky’s tone made you whimper. And wet.
“James…”
Bucky’s cock swelled. He was ten seconds from jumping into his car and showing up at your door. Instead of that, Bucky decided to be patient.
But clear.
“Tell me.”
“I said…I said that I wanted to suck your fingers while you fuck me raw.”
Bucky grunted to cover his moan. You being his shy little slut was so hot.
“Hmmmm. What made my sweet girl think such whore thoughts? Was it the picture that you requested and I sent?”
You shuddered as you ran your fingertips along your belly, playing with the waistband of your underwear. Your nipples were stiff peaks, poking through your thin sleep shirt, which was one of his white tees.
The fine cotton fabric felt so good against your skin and his scent lingered on the surface. These sensations, along with the knowledge that the shirt, and you, belonged to Bucky sent your fingers further.
“Thank you for the picture, Daddy.”
Bucky clenched his jaw at the moniker. He couldn’t deny you a thing. Even when he was out to dinner with his boys, he would send you a bathroom selfie if you asked. He hadn’t expected the response, however.
You’d only been together for a couple of weeks, and he’d religiously used protection, even after you’d both gotten tested the week after you got together. Despite your clean bills of health, Bucky never pushed to not use protection. He didn’t try to change your mind, he was just happy to be in the room.
In fact, Bucky loved using condoms with you.
The way you rolled it on him always made him about to bust. The sight of your small fingers on him when you both were past the point of desperation drove him insane with romantic thoughts.
Your tiny hands rolling the rubber on him made him feel like you were his queen and he your knight. And he would vanquish any foe for you. His holy grail was your precious pussy, and if you wanted to use condoms, he was your humble servant.
But of course, he dreamed of fucking you raw. How could he not with the way your juicy pussy sucked his digits in when he fucked you with his fingers, and the warm wet feel of you when his tongue penetrated your core?
You’d discussed birth control and you had additional methods, but when he snuck a peek of the ring in his closet, he allowed himself to fantasize about making you pregnant.The images got him so hard and yet he restrained himself.
But now that you opened the door, he could let his fantasies run wild. And dare to hope.
“Tell me more, Frumoasă.”
“Well… your fingers in the picture got me hot. You look so fucking Daddy, your eyes, your hair, which I love a little longer by the way, the grey in your beard. Those lips. But those fingers holding that ratty ass phone…”
You giggled until Bucky spoke again.
“As long as I can talk to you and get those kinds of messages, I don’t need a new one. But do go on…”
You melted at his sentiment. How did you get a man that was so open with his feelings?
“Those fingers, mmmm, they are magic. Make me wanna be a slut for for them, for you, James.”
You heard Bucky moving on his end of the line. You guessed at what he was doing.
“What are you doing, Jamie? Are you touching your cock?”
You bit your finger as you listen to him moving.
“Do you know that I daydream about that beautiful dick of yours?”
A groan was all that you received in response.
“Ever have a goal, James? Sucking your cock is mine. It’s so big. Love to get on my knees and swallow you down. Makes me feel accomplished. Ya know?”
“Holy shit, Y/N…”
“I want to feel it without a condom. I- I just think it will feel so good. Don’t you?”
As he thought of what you would feel like as he sank into you, skin to skin, a shiver ran up his spine.
“You know that I give you anything you ask for. Your soft, wet pussy would feel so warm and so good wrapped around me, Y/N. Are you sure you want that?”
You felt an enormous sense of power, and you had a feeling that Bucky was letting you have your way. For now. You took full advantage.
“You know that vein that runs around your shaft to the tip?”
Bucky was tracing that very vein with his fingers.
“You mean the one that you love to rub those sweet lips on? The one that your wicked tongue traces to my fat head for your sweet little mouth to suck?”
You gasped at Bucky’s lewd language. You were soaking your panties and you moved to take them off. This conversation was the shit.
“Is that what you want to get on your knees for? To try to make me your slave to your slutty mouth?”
“Yes, Daddy just thinking about it makes me wanna cum.”
Bucky’s ears perked up at your breathless voice. He knew that you were touching yourself.
“Oh yeah?”
“Ummmhmmm.”
“Cum for me now, Frumoasă.”
You moaned and rubbed furious circles around your clit. Your arousal was evident in the sloppy sounds emanating from between your legs
“Is that my wet pussy I hear, Baby? How did that happen? Are you that much of a slut?”
“Th-thinking about you, Daddy. Always a slut for you,” you keened in response.
“What exactly are you thinking about me? Fă ce spun eu frumos.”
You caught Bucky’s tone, and also the hitch in his voice. He was as close as you were.
“Yes, Daddy. ‘M thinking about your fingers inside me. Your cock. How big it is. The way you handle me. The way you talk to me. How you make me feel nasty and angelic all at the same damn time.”
“Good girl. Now. Make sure that you fuck your fingers into that sweet cunt.”
You moaned as you obeyed.
“Oh. Fuck!”
“There’s my good little whore. I should slap your fucking face for being so dirty. ”
You gasped, then thrilled.
“Ooooohhhh, Daddy!”
You were breathless and Bucky’s heart was beating out of his chest. You liked degradation. Really liked it. He took note.
“‘M so wet for you, Jamie.”
“I’m going to fuck you senseless, and you won’t be able to run from my cock when I fuck all of your fucking holes raw. Gonna leave my cum dripping out of everywhere.”
You gasped, fingers flying over your clit.
“Daddy…”
“But what if you get pregnant?”
You cried out.
“Godamn it, Frumoasă. That belly swollen because I fucked my cum into you. Full of my… fuck… full of my baby. Those tits gushing milk every time I fuck you…”
“Oh yes. Make me a Mommy!”
“You’ll be mine, Frumoasă. In every single way imaginable.”
“Oh oh oooooooooh!”
Your pussy spasmed under your fingers as his words pushed you over the edge.
“Don’t fucking stop rubbing that clit until I say so.”
He was so mean. You squeezed your thighs around your wrist, but did as he said.
“NNnnnghhh, Daddy… please!”
You continued stroking your oversensitive clit until you heard your name through the fog.
“Take your hand away..”
You gladly obeyed, gasping in order to take in oxygen. Your head was spinning and there was a giant smile on your face.
“Holy shit. That was…”
Bucky’s low chuckle made you giggle. You heard movement over the phone.
“What’re you doing?”
“Made a mess all over my shirt. Taking it off.”
Your pussy pulsed again at what he said.
“You can’t say things like that when I’m still pounding, Daddy…” you whimpered.
“Poor Y/N, can’t handle the things she starts.”
You laughed and then stopped abruptly.
“You better be glad that you’re not here right now. I’d knock you the fuck out.”
“Big talk. Little girl.”
“Try me, Mr. Barnes.”
He couldn’t resist you and he couldn’t stay away. So he gave up trying.
“Brat. Be there in 30 minutes. Be ready to put your money where your mouth is. I’d like to see you live up to your threat, Baby.”
“Oh I’m ready, James. Leave the condoms at home.”
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45 minutes later, Bucky was sinking into your wet heat, eyes rolling back into his head. He was inside in one long stroke, burying himself in your wetness with a fair amount of stretch. He was huge. But he’d made you so wet.
You quivered around him, sensitive to every twitch of his dick, and he wasn’t even moving yet.
“Who do you belong to, Frumoasă?”
“You,” you moaned, not even hesitating.
Bucky flexed his hips, opening you with controlled thrusts. Almost immediately, you were close. His fingers covered your throat, cradling your jaw, and a thumb pushed between your lips. You sucked it eagerly as he lifted one ankle next to your ear.
Blucky’s searing eyes met yours. His black pupils took over the blue as he took in your open mouth and fucked out expression.
He pulled you up to kiss you on the lips.
“God, you feel like heaven. So unbelievably hot and silky. And soft.”
You clenched around him at his words of praise. You were spiraling at how hard and good and electric every ridge and vein on Bucky’s cock felt inside you. He filled you up so good and now you were addicted.
It wasn’t fair.
You pouted at him, then put your hand on the bulge he was creating in your belly.
“Feels so fucking good, Daddy. So good. So big.”
His mouth turned up into a half grin as he looked down and put his hand over yours.
“Gonna fucking fill you up.”
He started moving, slowly, gently at first, building to a crescendo the more you moaned and cried. He was hypnotized by your bouncing breasts and your tiny stiff mountain peaks. When his mouth closed over your tight, puckered nipple, you let out a scream.
Bucky grabbed your ass and smacked it, causing you to clamp down immediately. He gazed at you, eyebrow raised at your reaction. You closed your eyes and threw your head back, but he stopped, grabbed your hair and made you look at him. He paused, balls deep inside you.
You breathed out his name.
“...James…”
Your desperation almost made him come on the spot, and you could feel him pounding inside you. The truth was, he needed a little break so this could last.
The way your pussy was sucking his dick was insane.
“D’you feel how soaked you are?” he crooned, gripping your windpipe again.
“You need this so badly, don’t you? Go on, Frumoasă. It’s not so hard. I know you want to beg me for it. You like being a little whore..”
You sucked in a breath, remaining silent as you stared at him insolently. His grip tightened.
“Say it. You love being my cumslut.”
His voice was on the edge of control. It was everything.
“Yes!” you gasped. “Please, Daddy, Pleaseee…”
Bucky started moving again and you realized how sensitive to him you were. You clutched the sheets as he lengthened his strokes.
“Fuuuuuck,” you gasped.
Bucky leaned down to kiss you as your sweat combined with your slick and soaked both your bodies. His hips were moving relentlessly, his cock lighting up every nerve ending inside your tight channel. You squeezed him deliciously.
Bucky’s thumb was lighting up your clit and you were running headlong toward that cliff. He growled into your mouth as you tightened around him in a rush of pleasure.
As you neared your peak, your pussy pulsed erratically and you sparked around him like a firework. When you cried out, he spoke again, his hand around your throat with his thumb, (coated with the essence of you) inserted again into your mouth.
“Look at you, baby,” he said, low and heated.
“You’re gonna cum so hard, and just the way I want you to. Around my naked cock. Gonna give you all this cum.”
He whispered it into your ear.
“Oh God, I’m cuming.”
“You better hope none of my little soldiers make it past your birth control, little girl.”
You shrieked around his digit, shuddering as one wave after another crashed over your body. Bucky’s cock jerked inside you and he choked on air.
“Oh Goddddd!”
Bucky’s low, deep moan made you shudder around him again as he sped up, unable to contain the feeling that rushed down his spine when you came.
“Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck FUCKKKKKKKK!”
Bucky pounded you out as you came with him. He collapsed on top of you, laughing, as he kissed and licked your sweat filled neck. Then, he rolled off of you and put his arm over his eyes, his chest heaving beside you.
You curled up next to him and practically purred as you traced his tattooed sleeve.
“Told you I’d knock you out old man. Too bad you have to go to work tomorrow. How are you ever gonna do it when you’re so worn out? I feel like this pussy was worth it tho.”
Bucky moved his arm and opened one eye at you, a scowl on his face. Then he smiled. The brat in you turned him the fuck on. He turned toward you and traced his fingers along your side, caressing your curves like a feather. His voice was the gentlest whisper.
“Wonder how you’re gonna work tomorrow when you can’t walk, Y/N?”
You felt his dick awaken and gasped as you looked down. Bucky slapped your ass as he stood up to go to the foot of the bed, stroking his cock.
“Turn the fuck over. I’ll show you an old man.”
“We’ll see who is gonna knock out who first tonight. Give me that fucking arch.”
You smiled as your face was pressed into the comforter.
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Sink Into Me - 02 - mob!Steve Rogers x plus size! reader
Pairing: mob boss!Steve Rogers x plus size female reader
Summary: You were simply doing a good deed, pulling the handsome stranger out of the way when a car jumped the curb. Little did you know that the life you saved belonged to Steve Rogers, the Army veteran turned art dealer with connections to the Brooklyn crime syndicate.
Steve Rogers, who won’t stop calling you his guardian angel.
Steve Rogers, whose new goal in life just might be repaying his debt to you.
Steve Rogers, who isn’t shy until it comes to his feelings and will stop at nothing to keep you safe.
Chapters: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08
Wordcount: 6k
Warnings: canon level violence (series), body image issues (series), very brief mentions of animal abuse
Notes: hello! meet your friends - Maria Hill, Claire Temple and Wanda Maximoff. thank you all for being here and reading!! I appreciate your enthusiasm soooo much. things are :) about to get :) complicated :) if you see me out in the wild, my main blog is @simmerandcry
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The skyline view from the floor to ceiling windows had been the real selling point to Steve taking the penthouse apartment at his latest investment property. Truthfully, he had been growing tired of the brick walls of his old place, despite their aesthetic charm. The new renters could live with that red dust now.
But the view into both Brooklyn and downtown towards Manhattan made him feel like he was exactly where he needed to be. Like he was on top of the world, his own little empire carved out in the heart of the borough. Most importantly, his apartment was his home. And that meant work didn’t come home with him, ever.
He drew that line very cleanly, even leaving the second bedroom fully intact as a guest room instead of converting to an office. Because this is where he needed to clear his head, to be Steve Rogers, the plain and simple Brooklyn born boy who loved his city.
Steve Rogers, the war veteran turned real estate mogul and art dealer, who sat at the top of what remained of an old Irish crime syndicate - that man worked on the streets, in the office, in his clubs and galleries and restaurants. That shit was not supposed to come home with him.
Though recently, it seemed to have started to bleed into what little time he spent at home. Mainly because of you and the whole incident outside the restaurant.
“Well, what’s the plan?”
“I already told you, Buck. I’m not retaliating.”
Bucky Barnes, Steve’s right hand man, his oldest friend and main confidant, the literal fist and brawn behind their organization, scoffed. “Someone sent an amateur barrelling into our territory to try and pin you between the hood of a car and your new restaurant - and you don’t want to retaliate? We coulda been weeping over your body right now, Steve.”
“I can recognize an act of aggression when I see it, I’m not an idiot.” Steve tipped his rocks glass against his lips once more, the scent of scotch lingering as he stood from the couch. “We don’t know if it was Rumlow or that new idiot creeping in from Staten Island.”
Steve rolled his eyes and cut off Bucky before he tried to add in his two cents again. “And if someone wanted to kill me, they wouldn’t hit me with a car. You know what. This was some stupid message that was poorly planned and equally poorly executed.”
Sam Wilson, who had been sipping his own concoction from the kitchen table, finally looked up from his phone and piped in. “I mean, I hate to admit it but Bucky is right. You would have been dead if it wasn’t for that beautiful woman saving your ass.”
“Sam.” Steve turned his head, eyes narrowed in a pointed glare.
“What? I’m not blind. The hips on her were-”
Steve took another step towards his friend and trusted colleague, who had a particularly loud mouth and a flair for getting on Steve’s nerves, and held up a steady hand. “Stop.”
He wasn’t inclined to admit it, but the entire thing had been replaying in Steve’s minds for days now. Ever since you had saved him on that sidewalk, throwing yourself into a dangerous situation for him, a total stranger, something had changed. He was still living, breathing, surviving. And although he was dead set on figuring out just who was driving that vehicle and ensuring they paid for their actions, it was you he couldn’t stop thinking about.
You. Who had been in the right place at the right time, who had risked your own personal safety to make sure he didn’t get hit, who was insistent that it had been an act of good faith, a simple act of kindness.
You, with the kind smile and generous curves. You, who swept off your actions as innocent and selfless, concerned more about the happiness of your dog than your own well being. You, who left Steve feeling curious and longing to get to know you, to make you smile, to hear you laugh.
God, what he wouldn’t give to have someone like you in his life. While he couldn’t stop thinking about the kind of person you were, he also had your face playing over and over again in his mind too. It didn’t help that his mom called him a few days ago, asking how you were doing and reiterating how much she enjoyed talking to you and…
“Still no news from Hammond?”
Steve knew Bucky couldn’t help but prodding, as if his fingers were itching to find a quick, efficient solution.
“He said their tech department is behind. I’m inclined to believe him but my insisting this is a priority hasn’t been successful this time. I’m trying to play nice.” Steve gritted his teeth, finishing the last sip of his drink as he stood, tugging on the lapel of his suit. “So I asked Stark to help instead. We’re meeting him at the club.”
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The only good thing about your dreadful basement apartment was the private patio space in the backyard. You had high hopes for it when you rented the garden level unit but once your lease had been signed, everything about the place seemed a lot less shiny. From the shared laundry with the loud, obnoxious upstairs apartment to the inconsistent water pressure and flickering lights, you were counting down the days until your lease was over.
But the backyard - you had done what you could to make it a safe oasis for you and Hercules, with a few pieces of thrifted outdoor furniture and string lights making it a bit more magical. It was a nice location when hosting your girlfriends, especially when such a thing happened so rarely now that your schedules seemed to conflict all the time.
You were so grateful to have your girls. Because at any moment, they all loved to share their opinions on the weird chaos that seemed to stir up in your life. While you had known Maria since college, you had collected Wanda and Claire into your life since starting your new job in the city. You had worked as a server at the same restaurant as Wanda a few summers ago and Claire, an ER nurse, had dropped into your life by chance one night when you were stood up on a date at a bar in Hell’s Kitchen. Your group had been solid since then - although girls nights were few and far between now, with jobs and the general grind of life making it hard to get together often.
“I’m not saying the man isn’t attractive. Because I have eyes,” Maria was on her third glass of sangria, legs extended out on the brick patio outside. “I just have no reason to trust him.” She squinted down at her phone screen. “What did he say he did for work again?”
You sighed. Perhaps it was a mistake to share Steve’s name and photo - that you found after an extensive internet search - with your friends, but you valued their perspectives. It’s not like anything had happened with the guy. You hadn’t seen him since that day you saved his life and hadn’t communicated either, outside of you emailing him the stupid photo you took.
You had added his number to your phone, though. Just in case. Just in case what? You had no clue. But he had written it down for you and all.
And he said he owed you a thousand favours…
Officer Hammond, though, had reached out to you a few days after the event - asking you to come in and try and ID the driver in a police lineup. It made you feel a bit uncomfortable but you supposed it was your civic duty to do it, if it could help stop this from happening again or to help in delivering justice for wrongdoing. You pointed out the person you best recognized from your blurry memory and moved on, trying not to think any further about the situation.
Although a few strange things seemed to happen since then, if you just used your head it could all be justified. Like seeing the same black, unfamiliar SUV on your street multiple times this week. That was probably just a new vehicle belonging to one of your neighbours.
And that one time you were walking Hercules and a stranger who seemed to be lingering outside your apartment asked to borrow your phone.
Which you promptly said no to, because you aren’t dumb enough to let someone run off with your phone. But instead of going inside with Herc, you continued to circle the block until the blond stranger disappeared. You wouldn’t consider your neighbourhood the safest place after dark, but in the daytime you never felt concerned.
It was all just sort of weird.
But completely unrelated to anything else, you were sure.
That was all behind you now anyway, a strange footnote in the chapter of your life that was playing out. You’d probably never have to see Steve again, though he had crossed your mind a few times…
Okay, you had been thinking about him a lot. Which is why you had told your three closest friends about everything that had occurred.
You replied to Maria, who was nudging you with her elbow. “Oh. Uhm, he works in real estate, I think. He owns an art gallery and some apartments. Oh, and that club on Morgan Ave - Shield .”
“Sounds like a professional landlord. Thumbs down.” Claire chimed in from her chair too, shaking her head and dismissing the entire concept of Steve with a wave of her hand. “Rich at best, financially questionable at worst.”
“And he owns that restaurant the car smashed into?” Maria reached for her own phone. “The one owned by the mob. Okay, that settles it - he’s in the mob then.”
You laughed and shook your head. “The mob isn’t a thing, Hill. What’s your source on that again?”
Wanda shrugged and finally chimed in, fingers tapping idly against her wine glass as she turned towards you. “Describe his aura to me.”
You groaned, smirking as Claire rolled her eyes with a heavy sigh. “His aura?”
“You know, what kind of energy did he have?”
“Is that your way of determining the kind of person he is?” Maria got up from her chair to toss a small toy for Hercules to chase after. “I’d love to know the science between your aura theories, Wan.”
You delayed answering by grabbing the nearby bowl of popcorn and cradling it in your lap, leaving your phone and the thought of Steve on the small crate that sat between you and your friends. “He was very confident.” How could you do any justice to Steve’s intimidating Big Dick Energy without admitting your attraction to him? That last thing you wanted to do was bait your friends with any material to tease you with. Plus, really, it didn’t matter. You had no plans to ever see Steve again. And AND and, even if you did, what made you think it would be romantic in any way?
Steve was beyond hot - from the trimmed beard and deep blue eyes, to his easy charm and well dressed body. You had no doubt in your mind that the man probably had some equally hot partner. If not, he could have his pick of the entire city. There was no way you would be on his radar.
“I don’t know,” Maria chimed in once more, clapping her hands quickly. “This is the wildest meet cute story I’ve ever heard. If the man is so willing to do you some favours, maybe you should cash in on it, mob be damned. You know what they say about tall guys..”
“You just said you don’t trust him!” You laughed, tossing a piece of popcorn at her.
Maria just scooped it up and popped it into her mouth with a shrug. “I don’t trust any man. I trust you and your judge of character, though. Plus, you haven’t been on a date in forever so maybe this was some sort of fate driven happenstance.”
“The universe does work in weird ways,” Wanda agreed. “And you said he really filled out that suit so…”
“You should text him!” Claire sat up tall and straight, pushing her hair over one shoulder as an idea formulated in her brain. You were nervous. “I think how he reacts to a sudden text will be a perfect test.”
“It’s a Saturday night, I can’t text him! And a test of what? All I did was save the man’s life, there is nothing else to..” This was not how you wanted this to go. The last logical thing you could think of doing right now was messaging Steve Rogers anything. What would he think if you texted him out of nowhere on a Saturday night? “What would I even say?”
“Here, allow me.” Maria plucked your phone off the table and damnit, why did you ever tell her your passcode?
“Maria-”
“It’ll be harmless, I promise!” She glanced up from your phone and opened her eyes wide. “You need to stop playing safe. What’s the worst that could happen? He doesn’t reply?”
You sighed. YES. The fear of rejection crept up like a weird pain in your chest. “Yeah, I guess. He might think it’s a wrong number or some sort of spam message...”
“Then no harm, no foul.” Her grin grew even wider as she typed something out on the screen. She took a deep breath. You leaned over to see what she had crafted together and sighed. “It’s just a simple little push..”
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Normally Steve would ignore then block an unfamiliar phone number, but this had been intriguing. Given that you hadn’t reached out to him at all, he had tried not to give much of his time to thinking about you. But when the text came in, without a lot of context or forewarning, he figured it was a small gamble to see how it could play out.
Unknown number [10:47PM]: hey, I need to cash in a favour S Rogers [10:49PM]: who is this? Unknown number [10:51PM]: 👀 🍑 🎁 🔄 🥞 S Rogers [10:55PM]: am I supposed to just guess what this means? Unknown number [10:59PM]: yes ;) S Rogers [11:02P:M]: it’ll be easier if you just tell me what you want, angel ;)
You hadn’t struck Steve as the type to flirt like this. If it was you, of course. He could really only safely assume, considering only a certain number of people had his phone number. And now, he finally had yours.
Tony had consolidated all the info he could find about you earlier that week. Steve didn’t feel great about asking Tony to dig into you, but since he had sent your picture for analysis after the delay at the police station, it sort of just happened. Frankly, Tony said your online presence was minimal. You were smart about keeping your social media secure and had a very thorough CV on LinkedIn. Otherwise, he didn’t have much information that you hadn’t already shared. And Steve had no intentions of doing anything suspicious with any of it, it just helped him understand who he had invited into a small corner of his life.
If that’s what he could call it. But you had crossed his mind over and over, and it didn’t help that Bucky kept bringing you up. Especially the part about Steve taking you to the clinic for help from Sarah. That resource was a well kept secret in their family and the fact that Steve took you there had been a big risk.
Beyond Steve’s unavoidable racing thoughts about you, he had been deep into a plan to deal with the actual problem - the group of idiots spilling into his Brooklyn territory. Tony had helped him with that too, finding names and dossiers on everyone who belonged to Rumlow’s extended Stryke gang causing a mess in the boroughs between Queens and Brooklyn.
For years, Steve had worked hard to make a respectable reputation for himself and now things were getting shaky. And it annoyed the shit out of him, especially when a few of the names Tony pulled were on the NYPD payroll.
“It’s messy,” Tony had said with a shrug, leaning back into the leather seat from their place at the top of the club.
Another property on Steve’s growing list - Shield was a popular nightclub in Brooklyn, which served as a perfect location for arms deals and financial transactions to float. For Steve and his old friend, tech mogul Tony Stark, it was a safe place to share theories and secrets. The upper level served as a secure hideout from the general population while the downstairs dance floor catered to obnoxious crowds looking for a drink or something else to roll on.
It was lucrative for Steve, to say the least.
“Let me know if you want me to get Rhodes involved.”
Steve shook his head. “He’s got enough on his plate. Is he ready for the campaign announcement?” Steve had a serious interest in the upcoming Mayoral election, especially if James Rhodes, former DA, planned on running. And with Tony bankrolling the campaign and some additional under the table support from Steve, it was going to be a shoe in.
“Oh, we’re just getting started, big guy,” Tony stood up and patted Steve on the shoulder as he left the corner area, flitting off in search of whoever might be going home with him soon enough.
Usually that would be Steve’s next step too, but damnit, if he couldn’t stop glancing at his phone for a response from you. Maybe calling you ‘angel’ again had been out of line. He contemplated sending another message, but no, he had to wait. He knew how to play this game.
The rest of the night carried on, with certain reports popping in with updates for Steve on what was happening out on the streets. Things like confirmed shipments at the dock and successful cash pickups. He had eyes across the whole of Brooklyn, with his growing syndicate working beneath him. Things mostly operated smoothly and this night was carrying on as normal.
Bucky showed up eventually, grumbling about getting turned down by some smart mouthed girl outside the club. Sam corroborated the story, lauding the woman and her tone.
Steve checked his phone, again.
“I saw Sharon downstairs,” Sam nudged Steve, eyebrows raised curiously. “Unless you’re off again-”
“We’re permanently off-again,” Steve rolled his eyes. “You have my blessing if you want to pursue, Sam. But good luck, don’t say I didn’t warn you..” That was all Sam needed apparently, finishing off his glass and heading back down to the dance floor below. Steve didn’t miss his cheeky grin.
“You’re thinking about that girl again, huh?” Bucky nodded and tried to hide his mischievous smirk as he scanned Steve’s face.
Steve scoffed. “No, no. I’m not..”
Bucky laughed, hard and incredulous. “I haven’t seen your head in the clouds like this in ages. Since whatsername in high school, maybe. What was her name?”
Then as if by some weird shift in the universe, Steve’s phone started to buzz. He left Bucky’s commentary lingering as he looked at the screen. You.
Ah, no text reply but a phone call? Okay, he could get on board. Standing, he headed a few steps from the lounge and brought his phone up to his ear, with a small smile. “Rogers.”
The first thing he heard was your frightened yelling. “Leave me alone! Jesus - oh my god, Steve? Is this Steve?”
He said your name quickly to confirm who he was speaking too but raised his eyebrows in concern. “What’s going on?”
“Someone is trying to - HEY! Stop -” Steve could hear banging in the background. “--trying to break into my fuckin - I’m going to CALL THE COPS! Leave me alone! Please, just..”
Steve closed his eyes, doing his best to focus on the background noise. Behind your defensive yelling and the attentive reactions of your dog, there was a mixture of other voices. Something about the voices felt familiar.
“We just want to talk.. Did someone offer you something for that statement? Was it Rogers?”
“If you tell Hammond you got the wrong guy, this will all be over very quickly, honey.”
“Walker, move, let me – Open the door, or we’ll open it for you. Let’s talk..”
“He didn’t offer me - Stop, please! I swear I -”
Steve nearly crushed his phone when the call dropped. He was off like a bullet train, shouting for Bucky to follow him as he pushed past his security guards on the stairs and rushed down towards the back exit of the club. He tried to call you back as he sped through traffic, blatantly bypassing stop signs and treating red lights like suggestions.
A heavy twisting feeling in Steve’s gut had told him that the aftermath of this entire situation wasn’t going to go smoothly. Especially with dumbass dirty cops on the inside who could share information to the highest bidder.
Steve felt a new responsibility to keep you safe, until this whole mess had been taken care of. He had plans to deal with it all on his own but now, if he hadn’t acted quickly enough and something had happened to you.. God, he couldn’t live with himself. How could he explain that to his mother?
He got to your apartment first, hoping Bucky was close behind. Steve didn’t know what he might be walking into but having backup was never a bad idea.
Steve had not only visited but had also lived in a lot of seedy neighbourhoods over the years. The street you lived on didn’t strike him as anything especially dangerous, but that thought enough couldn’t squash the unsettled feeling in his stomach as he approached. He pushed his way through the small metal gate beside the front stairs, towards the door to your garden level apartment.
His jaw clenched when he saw the damage to your door, clearly kicked in with plenty of force before being shoved closed. He glanced to the front window, nearby - that had been smashed, too. He tried to contain the growing fury and pressed on the door, calling out your name as he made his way inside.
As someone more than familiar with the real estate market, Steve could tell the bones of your apartment weren’t in the best shape. The entire townhouse was in desperate need of updating. But what concerned him more, outside of the low ceiling and old light fixtures, was what he could only assume was a new mess. Your coffee table had been smashed, creating a pile of kindling in your tiny living room. Papers were thrown about, a coffee cup sat shattered on the floor.
He called your name again as he went in, reaching inside his jacket to pull out his concealed handgun as he listened carefully. Once he stepped into the hallway leading to your tiny kitchen, he took a step back at the sudden lurch of your dog heading in his direction.
Then Steve heard your quiet voice. The dog retreated into the kitchen, planting himself in front of you as Steve turned to look in. His heart sank.
You were seated on the floor, back pressed against the wall. It was clear you were trying to hide, make yourself small. And was that… some sort of steak knife in your hand? When you finally looked up at him, your eyes were wide.
When you tried to press yourself even further back, eyeing down the gun in Steve’s hand, he slowly put it down on the counter and said your name. “Hey, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. That was just a precaution.” Shit. The way you reacted to the gun wasn’t a surprise but it made Steve even angrier. Whoever had been here, whoever had done this, well, they probably had guns too.
“Can you tell me what happened?” Steve crouched down, keeping his distance while Hercules acted as your bodyguard. He was trying everything in his power to maintain his composure but god fucking damnit, Steve needed to know who did this and he needed to deal with it. “Are you hurt?”
You took in a deep breath then just shrugged, relaxing just a fraction when Hercules circled around and flopped down to rest his head on your knee. “There were two guys, they had.. They had guns with them. They said they just wanted to talk to me, to … they kept talking about whoever the guy was who drove that SUV.” Your breath picked up as you recounted what had happened. “They..they smashed my phone and..” Slowly, you moved your hand up towards your neck, gently dragging your fingers against the tender skin on your collarbone. “..One guy he..” You winced at the memory.
The heat grew more and more in his stomach as he saw you shaking with fear, recounting whatever the fuck had just happened. How dare any of those fucking imbeciles lay their hand on you? And because of him? If he wasn’t sure of his next steps before, he was going to figure them out now. Because someone needed to pay for this.
His phone buzzed. He stood up and saw a message from Bucky, wondering if Steve needed his help inside. Steve took a step back, turning towards the front door.
“Don’t go,” you pleaded quietly, letting your hand linger in the air as you reached for him. “Steve, please..”
Steve stopped and turned back to you, giving his head a firm shake. “Sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere.”
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A few hours ago you were saying goodbye to your friends as your sangria pitcher finally ran dry. And now? You and Hercules were in an elevator with Steve and his friend Bucky, heading to Steve’s apartment.
Everything that had just happened felt like a bit of a dream - a bad dream. A break in at your own apartment, being intimidated, harassed and assaulted by men with guns, zipping through Brooklyn with Steve as he promised you a safe space to stay for the night.
You didn’t say much to each other once you had left, but you could see the twist of concern and small decisions Steve started to make to ensure you felt secure. A hand at your back, a soft smile, extra attention being given to Hercules to make sure he was okay, too.
You hadn’t gotten into much detail yet but you knew Steve wanted to figure out who the men were who had done this. You were already dreading talking about it again. And god, you likely had another police experience coming your way. What was happening in your life and how could it go back to normal again?
“Hey,” Steve tipped his head towards the door as the elevator opened. You took the lead as you stepped out into the hallway, where just a small handful of apartment doors were spread out.
Steve’s building was a place you could only daydream about living in. You followed him through the door to his apartment, checking over your shoulder to see Bucky guiding Hercules behind you.
Bucky was incredibly kind to you throughout this whole thing, especially back at your apartment. He had patiently directed you as Steve made some phone calls, carefully standing outside your room as you packed a quick overnight bag. And he was very taken to Hercules, which you really appreciated.
Once inside Steve’s place, you made your way into the living room just past the foyer. Steve and Bucky moved into the kitchen briefly, exchanging a few hushed sentences out of your earshot.
When they joined you in the living room, they found you crouched down on the floor with Hercules. You tipped your head up to look at them. Bucky’s gaze was on his phone but Steve was watching you with a soft smile.
“Do you think he’ll be okay here tonight?” Steve took a knee on the other side of Hercules, slowly reaching his hand out to scratch behind his ear.
You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, just a bit, as you nodded. “Yeah, he’s pretty easy going usually.” As if on cue, your dog nudged his head against Steve’s hand for one more quick pet then trotted further into the living room, flopping down on the rug between the couch and windows. “All his adrenaline seems to have worn off.”
And so it seemed had yours.
A few minutes later you were sitting on the couch, with Steve planted in the chair across from you and Bucky standing over his shoulder, arms crossed. Steve leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he took you in.
God, even in the low light of his living room, the man was handsome. Wearing just a navy blazer and matching dress pants, over a black button up with no tie, he managed to look effortlessly intimidating and strangely welcoming. Like you had no reason not to trust him, as if the dark shadows behind his eyes were a sign of protection instead of a signal of something to be feared.
You took in a long breath and leaned back into the couch.
Steve dragged his tongue over his lips then let out a sharp breath. “Okay, so I need you to walk me through exactly what happened.”
You knew this was coming. The moment Steve insisted on not calling the cops, something shifted for you. This whole situation had escalated beyond what you were used to, that whomever these men were to Steve - it probably wasn’t good.
But when you looked over at Steve, as much as you wanted to shake with worry about what might happen next, you couldn’t. Despite being way out of your comfort zone, scared out of your mind, coming down from your own rush of adrenaline, you weren’t scared. Not anymore, not in his presence and under the additional watchful eye of his right hand man.
And so you told him and Bucky exactly what had happened. How your girlfriends had left, how you were finding the next episode of your favourite show to watch, how you had some writing to catch up on and planned on staying up late. Then you heard a noise outside, then a knock at your door.
Then… well, then you had called Steve when everything started unfolding.
And after the men managed to get beyond the door and push their way through to you, you had nowhere to hide. Once they smashed your phone, you were going to comply and do whatever they needed to, to get them out of your home but then one of them threatened Hercules, and even kicked him-
“Jesus,” Bucky muttered, teeth clenched. Before he could get his true feelings out, Steve held up his hand and had you continue.
“I shoved the guy who was closest to me, trying to go for the other idiot before he hurt Herc and then..” You closed your eyes, going into vague details about how the man pushed you back, how he shoved you into the wall, the kitchen counter. How he pulled out his gun and put his hand around your throat and..
When you opened your eyes again, taking in the silence of the room as you trailed off, Steve was watching you carefully. Though you safely assumed he was an expert at hiding his emotions, you could see a twitch in his jaw. His fists rested on his knees, clenched and turning white with tension.
“One of them got a phone call and I guess they were beckoned to leave. They had enough time to make more of a mess while I cowered away but..” You gulped, shaking your head. “What if they come back? I think I should just call Officer Hammond and-”
“No.” Steve stood up, taking barely a stride to make his way towards the couch. He took a seat beside you, extending his hand to ever so gently cradle your jaw, turning your head to look at him. He said your name softly, barely.. “I’m going to take care of this.”
Your safe feeling was depleting and as much as you wanted to argue, to put a stop to all of this, to do it the correct way, you couldn’t. Earlier, when the threat was outside your door, you didn’t think of calling the police. It was Steve who had crossed your mind. For some unknown reason, you had a feeling he would help you.
Steve pulled his hand away and stood again, shooting a glance to his friend.
Bucky cleared his throat, taking a step forward. “Doll, can you tell me what the guys looked like? Identifying features?”
You wanted to ask a thousand questions about what happened now, about what Bucky was planning on doing, about his metal arm and lack of hesitation to help Steve. But you just played along, delivering all the details you could. Once you repeated it all and answered a few of his questions, you sat up and leaned forward. “Oh. One of them went by Walker. I’m not sure if that’s a first name or..”
“Last name.” Bucky gave one nod before muttering out a tired laugh. “That fucking moron.” He looked at Steve. “Okay, I know where to go. Nat’s gonna meet me downstairs.”
Steve followed him to the door and you could hear their quiet conversation once more.
Twisting your hands together, you sat on the couch with your thoughts. You couldn’t believe how your night had played out. Really, if you thought about the last week of your life you’d be hard pressed to believe it was real life. How could the simple act of getting a person out of harm’s way lead to this?
When you heard Steve’s footsteps heading back towards you, after the door shut behind Bucky, you stood up and looked at him.
Okay, you had to ask. Because a lot of this felt nonsensical, impossible even.
“You don’t really work in real estate, do you?” With the most courage you could muster you met his gaze, which was stoic as he watched you. “My friend Maria had this crazy theory and.. I don’t know what I’ve gotten myself into here, Steve. But this isn’t… I just did the right thing and saved you from being hit by a car and.. Now what? People with guns are breaking into my home and threatening my dog? And instead of going to the police.. I’m right here in your apartment - with you, a kind, handsome stranger who keeps offering to help and take care of me and I just don’t get it. Is this real?”
He didn’t falter or let his facade break when you spiraled. Instead, he motioned towards his kitchen. “Would you like a cup of tea?”
You sat with a steaming mug of chamomile at Steve’s kitchen island. His kitchen felt impressively Steve somehow too, with dark granite counters and cool grey tones decorating the tall cabinets. The light blue kettle that sat on his stove somehow humanized him even more though.
Steve opted to lean against the counter, shrugging off his suit jacket as he met your eyes. “So. First, let me just say - I don’t want you to feel like I brought you here for any other reason than keeping you safe tonight. I want you to feel safe here, with me. But if you don’t feel comfortable, you can leave. I will put you up in a hotel somewhere or if you have a friend you can stay with-”
You swallowed hard and brought your hand up. “No, that’s not.. I’m sorry for, uhm, going off a bit there. I just..” You left your mug on the island and leaned forward, balancing your chin on your hand while your elbow propped you up. You matched his gaze, somehow both honest and shy. “In college, my friends and I did this thing called honesty hour. Usually after a really late night or when we were a bit drunk. But the point is to be as honest as possible, but gentle, I guess. Feelings were always at risk but if it was after 2am, it was honesty only.”
A small smirk tugged at Steve’s lips as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. “Okay.”
“So. Honesty hour.” You nodded.
“What do you want to know?”
“Do you always carry a gun?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“There are often dangerous, poorly- intentioned people in my line of work.”
You narrowed your eyes, pausing to take a small sip from your mug. “Your line of work - in real estate and art gallery ownership?”
Steve let out a quiet laugh. “The scope of my day to day work goes well beyond that.”
God, you had so many other questions but you had a feeling Steve was not going to share any details with you. Maybe it was better that way for both of you. Because answering some of your questions might ruin everything. “Would you rather I not ask about that? Your.. full scope?”
“I don’t think it qualifies for your honesty hour, no.”
You were ready to counter with something but you figured it wasn’t worth pushing his buttons. After another big breath, you closed your eyes. “Do you think those guys are going to show up again? At my apartment?”
The mug that had been resting in Steve’s hand found a careful spot on the counter. He took a big step forward and leaned onto the island opposite you.
Your name left his lips. You opened your eyes.
“I promise they won’t.” It was clear some things were being left unsaid, hidden behind his reassuring smile. His hand landed on yours as it rested on the table. “Trust me when I say I’ll never let that sort of thing happen again.” You looked from him, focusing on the warmth in his eyes and how his palm felt against your skin and…
“My turn.” Steve ran his thumb over the top of your hand, as if searching for the softest spot. “You called me. How come?”
You had never been so grateful to hear someone’s phone ring, because you did not want to answer that question. He tried to ignore it but the buzzing in his pocket filled in the quiet that lingered between you. Just like that, whatever that moment was or could have been - vanished. He gave you an apologetic glance as he stepped away.
You sipped on your tea, feeling more and more run down by this whole situation. You were tired, finally and Steve’s big sweeping statements gave you some peace of mind. You trusted him, that was the only thing you were certain about.
Despite everything, including the silly rumours from Maria and the broken remains of your apartment on the other side of Brooklyn… There was something about Steve that made you feel okay about all of this.
But the thought of talking any more about it now made your thoughts spiral out of control. Truthfully, you needed to sleep. And you really needed to talk all of this through in the group chat with the girls. You desperately wished your phone was still functioning.
Before you could even let your train of thoughts derail, you heard Hercules’ feet tapping against the floors in search of you. You took one final sip of your tea and met him in the living room. Your boy was ready for bed too.
You hesitated though, glancing from him to the door. He looked that way too. Maybe it would be smart to take him out one more time before you headed to bed.
Steve found you near the door and reached his hand out to stop you before you could even grab your coat. “Hey. I can take him out, if you want to get ready for bed.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Please, I insist.” He grabbed Hercules’ leash from the small entry table and rested his hand on your shoulder. “I’ve been thinking about adopting a dog for months now so this is a nice reminder about responsibilities.”
Steve’s genuine smile was unmatched and, well, Hercules just looked excited for one last moment of fresh air. “Okay, fine. For your own research purposes. Thanks Steve.”
He waved his hand and pulled on a coat from the hanging rack. “The guest room is just down there.” With his free hand he pointed down the hall behind you. “First door on the right. Bathroom across the hall.”
The minute Steve was outside the door with Hercules, you made your way to the bedroom. You nearly gasped when you opened the door, considering the space was practically the same size as your entire apartment. And god, the view from the windows. A full floor to ceiling piece of glass illuminated Brooklyn below.
The bathroom was just as impressive. After finding a fluffy towel and figuring out how the shower and faucet functioned, you let yourself get consumed by the water. Though you felt far past your breaking point, you held back your tears. Yes, the entire night behind you had been a rollercoaster. And yes, you were nervous about what tomorrow was going to bring.
But you were safe. That’s all that mattered.
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Chapter 01 - Chapter 03
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Anything But Clothes | There’s an undeniable romantic, sexual chemistry between you and your best friend Bucky, but he won’t make a move. When your birthday rolls around, you have an idea to push him in the right direction.
Alternative Medicine | Your anxiety seemed to plague you no matter what you did, until you try a different way of managing it…with Bucky’s help.
Body Art | Bucky comes back into town after being on the run and wants you to meet him at a motel. When he opens the door, you’re greeted by a pierced, tattooed version of Bucky that stirs something in you.
Codeword | Bucky is just looking too good at a party one night, and you can’t wait until you get home to get your hands all over him.
Defiant | Bucky hates when you defy his orders, especially when it means putting your life in danger. After a perilous mission, he teaches you a lesson about disobeying him.
Dream Come True | Bucky rushes to your room when he hears you scream, but what he finds isn’t what he expected.
Good Morning | While sharing a room with Bucky after a mission, something comes up between the two of you. Literally.
In Harm’s Way | A search for intel leads you and Bucky to a swanky party at the home of a notorious arms dealer. When a distraction is needed for the sake of the mission, you put yourself in danger-much to Bucky’s dismay.
Mine | Bucky gets home from a long mission and wants to mark you up so that everyone knows you belong to him.
The Naked Truth | While staying in a safe house post-mission, Bucky learns something rather interesting about you.
Scratching Post | Bucky is mesmerized by your long nails, and can’t contain his dirty thoughts.
Secret Weapon | Bucky gets an idea when the two of you have to go to Tony’s birthday party and it keeps you on the edge of your seat all night.
Shiver (Sequel to Play Pretend) | The connection between you and your fake boyfriend Bucky is undeniable, so you bring him back to your apartment.
Snowed In | an unexpected storm turns your group vacation into a one on one for you and Bucky. Stranded in a secluded cabin, the two of you become closer than ever.
Steal You Away | At your first Avengers party, you meet a handsome stranger sitting alone at the bar, and you’re shocked to find out his true identity. The connection is undeniable, so you join him outside for some alone time.
Sting | (Part three of Scratching Post) After an intense romp in Bucky’s bed, the two of you continue the fun in his shower.
Stripes (sequel to Scratching Post) | The feeling of your nails against Bucky’s skin drives him crazy, and he has to have you right now.
Touch Me There (inspired by Touch Me There by Emma Holzer) | Bucky rushes home after he gets a text from you, and he’s met with a pleasant surprise.
Truth or Dare | A game of truth or dare with the team leads you to revealing something embarrassing, but Bucky helps you fix it.
What are Friends For? | A casual conversation leads to Bucky telling you a secret that you absolutely have to fix for him.
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The Shot Heard Round the Tower
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: You just want to know if Bucky has feelings for you. Bucky just wants you to be okay.
Word count: 3.7k
Warnings: Canon level violence, some angst
a/n: I’m so excited to start writing!! WOOO. This now has a part 2 which you can read here!
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Being a secretary was never your first choice. You went to college, bounced around a few majors, tried to “find yourself”, but nothing ever really stuck. So yeah, being a secretary was never your first choice, but nothing else really was either. It’s not like it really mattered, you were good at your job. In fact, after just a few short months, your meger front desk position at the Avengers tower was promoted. Numerous late nights picking up the slack for your coworkers to avoid the empty apartment waiting for you a few blocks away, had piqued the interest of none other than Tony Stark.
It started off with small things. Grabbing him a late night coffee from that 24 joint two streets over. Cutting out those paper valentines shaped like Captain America’s shield for the children’s hospital the team was planning to visit. Going down to Tony’s lab at 10pm to hold a wrench for him because, “You’re the only one here, kid.”
It wasn’t until you suddenly found yourself walking home, clutching a binder to your chest filled with Tony’s engagements for the week, that you finally agreed to manage the team. Tony had asked you five times prior to your realization.
It was daunting to meet the team. Most of them received you well, but it took others a little longer to fully trust you. This is to be expected, you reminded yourself—after the second month of enduring Natasha’s careful glances—they are trained for this after all.
It took about six months before you finally felt like walking into work was more like walking into a room of your friends. Everyone began treating you as their own. Sam would tease you when you would complain to the team that they still hadn’t completed the forms you needed last week. Steve was constantly looking to you to explain apps on his oh so complicated iphone. Wanda took you to lunch your first week in the upper levels of the tower, bonding with you over many late night movies. Nat found herself seeing you as a friend she could trust. Tony was, well Tony, and Bruce and Clint were always kind to you.
But Bucky. You could never figure him out, even after a full year of planning his calendar and doing copious amounts of his paperwork. You obviously had a fat crush on him. The first few months working for the Avengers you could hardly even hold a conversation with him, stuttering and feeling your face warm an embarrassing amount.
He was always kind to you, but there was a reservation there you couldn’t place. He would brush his hand against your arm in the kitchen when you would bring in whatever baked good concoction you whipped up, but then he wouldn’t make eye contact when you asked him for his birth certificate to renew his passport. Bucky was an enigma, but the butterflies in your stomach didn’t seem to care that you had no idea if he was interested in you or not.
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You’re late. In your defense, Tony asked you to pick up some paperwork from an art dealer clear across the city before coming in, but you were still late. You burst through the doors of the tower, scan your clearance badge at the elevator kiosk, and quickly jab the button for the top floor. The papers in your hands were practically overflowing and you found yourself cursing Tony for whatever piece of art required 90 pages of documentation. Not to mention the bag digging into your shoulder, filled to the brim with some redesign work Sam was doing on Redwing. You do not get paid enough for this. Except, yeah you do. You are just a mess today.
The doors slide open to the luxurious floor you work on and you huff your way in without a second thought. Straight into Bucky Barnes. Papers go flying to the floor, along with your pride and probably about 10 pens that find their way out of your bag.
“Whoa! Where’s the fire?” He exclaims, his arms reaching out to steady you as you nearly topple over the mess you made. There’s that touching again. Your ears burn as you take in the scene.
“No fire. Just my day crashing and burning around me and it’s not even 9 o’clock,” you sigh, bending over to collect your belongings as he follows suit.
“Come on sweetheart, it can’t be all that bad. We got those people coming, remember? You’ve been talkin’ about them for weeks now. Don’t let...” He grabs a paper from the ground and furrows his brows.“Todd Windenhiemer’s painting of some cat sitting on a stool get you down.” His confusion brings a laugh to your lips, your mood instantly brightening.
You know who he’s talking about, and you are actually looking forward to it. A group from the Smithsonian is coming to get some videos of the team for their new Avengers exhibit. It’s going to be an offshoot of the Captain America one, and much smaller, but you have a strange love for museums and have visited Steve and Bucky’s display more than once. You’re a little surprised Bucky remembers you’re excited for them to come; it’s not that he doesn’t listen to you, but you just didn’t think that was on his list of things to keep in the back of his mind.
“What, you don’t think you would want to hang this up in your room?” You quip back at him, pointing at the smaller image of the much larger painting currently in the mail. “I think it’s rather tasteful.” He glances at you through his lashes, a small smile on his face.
“Sorry y/n, I think I’m gonna have to pass on that one. Here let’s get this cleaned up before Sam comes runnin’ through here and dirties up all your papers.” He quickly gathers the rest of your belongings and hands them off to you as you stand, hands brushing yours. “Well let me know when to come by for the uh, videos and whatnot. I’m gonna be down at the gym for most of the day.” He scratches the back of his neck, his eyes avoiding yours with his lip pulled between his teeth.
“Sure thing, Buck! Probably around three, but I can send out a reminder.” You go to place your hand on his arm to thank him for helping you, when Sam does indeed come running through the hallway. He spots the two of you in front of the elevator and gives you a dazzling smile.
“Hey y/n, just the lady I was looking for! You got my blueprints in that magic bag of yours?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact I do. Bucky was just helping me because they went flying everywhere but I think—” Your words are cut off by the ding of the elevator, signalling that Bucky was now making his way down to the gym without so much as a goodbye. Such an enigma. You blink and turn back to Sam. “Um, yes I do have the plans. They kinda flew everywhere so they might not be in order, but they should definitely all be there.” Sam looks at you with a knowing smirk.
“Barnes just ditch ya?”
“I mean I guess so. The conversation was technically over, but… well I don’t know, I thought we were having a moment or something. You keep telling me he likes me but then he runs away like that. I think I gotta give up, Sam. I’m feeling a bit pathetic at this point.”
“No y/n, listen to me. Barnes never shuts up about you. It gets a little annoying to be honest. I already gotta see your face all day and then you leave and I’m still hearing about it!” You look down at your shoes. “There is no way that man doesn't like you. He’s just being an idiot about it. Give him a little more time. The guy hasn’t had to woo a lady since the 40’s.”
“Yeah yeah, whatever. Take your blueprints and get outta here. I wouldn’t want to offend you by showing my face for too long.” He laughs, whisking them out of your hands and making his way to the elevator that has offended you far too much this morning.
You make your way through the tower to Tony’s office, dropping off his strange artwork documents and leaving him a note to be back in the common area by three for the Smithsonian people. Your office is just one door down, and you quickly find a home inside to begin your work for the day.
There’s a dictionary-sized stack of papers from Steve that apparently needs to be filed under their damage reports from the last mission. The smiley face he adds to the bottom only lessens the blow a little bit. Peter, your newly appointed client, has to get a minor’s work permit to be an “intern” at Stark Industries. Natasha has about 50 emails from different important people asking her to come to benefits and charity events you know she will decline. You hope you can get her to go to a couple; offering to join her will make her much more likely to agree.
It’s about 2:30 when you get a message from the front desk that the museum interviewers are here. You send out an announcement through Friday to have everyone come to the main floor in 15 minutes once you’ve had the chance to set up their crew and double check that they brought appropriate questions. You smooth down your outfit and put on your best smile as you make your way to the room they’ve arrived in.
The pain doesn’t register until you’re already against the wall. Something slamming against your head puts you in a daze as your nose is brutally smashed against the glass wall of the kitchen. Nothing is making sense and the buzzing in your ears makes it too loud to even think.
“They really just let anyone in here, don’t they.” A mouth is pressed against your ear, the words pouring in against your will. You can feel the blood from your nose running down to your lips. “Earth’s mightiest heroes really need a better security protocol.” He sounds deranged, whoever this man is. His hands are calloused and rough against your wrists as he pushes you harder and harder against the glass panes.
You try to remember what Steve taught you from the times Bucky convinced you to come down to the gym and learn some self-defense. Bucky wouldn’t do it himself, insisting that he would hurt you and that all he wanted to do was “make sure you know a little somethin’ to keep you safe, doll.” He stood outside of the ring and watched as Steve walked you through about a dozen maneuvers. How can you not remember any of them? It’s as if panic has swept in and frozen your entire body making you unable to think—unable to even breathe.
Something cold presses against your neck as he shifts both of your wrists into one of his much larger hands. The panic you felt before is nothing compared to the dread that consumes you when you realize it’s a gun. You are going to die in the Avenger’s kitchen because you can’t remember anything Steve taught you, anything Bucky insisted you had drilled into your memory.
“I was an Avenger once you know. So strong and powerful. Like Captain America and all of his Howling Commandos in the museum. They always tell me that, you know. That I deserved to be one of them. The one with the blue jacket, his name is James, he looks at me from that picture and tells me to come here. To come and be a part of the team.
“But those stupid bitches that sit at the front never believe me. They tell me they ‘sent a message to James and he says he doesn’t know you’. They lie!” He screams with seething malice and slams you against the wall with such force that the blood from your nose drips to the floor. You let out a harrowing sob. Where is everyone? Where is Bucky?
“So I waited for an opening. Waited for a time to come and take my rightful place on this team. I’ve waited years! So many long, long years. Until I overheard a little conversation you were having at the museum. I’m there all the time you see. Steve and James like when I visit them. You set up a little meeting here at the tower. You were wearing that little yellow dress. Had that tag around your neck with the towers symbol on it. I knew you were my in. My way to join my family.
“But it’s just been so long. And I’m so angry. I’m not strong like how I used to be. Lost my powers after they took me to that hospital with all the fuzzy voices. I want to hurt everyone that has wronged me. Starting with my team.”
Throughout his speech, you begin to lose hope. You don’t think you’ll be able to get through to him. He believes he’s enhanced. Believes Bucky and Steve call out for him at the Smithsonian. A strangled gasp falls from your mouth. You can’t fight your way out of this, but maybe you could talk?
“I know James,” you begin, tasting the blood on your lips. “He-he tells me about you. He says he waits for you to come almost every day. Knows how strong you are. He wouldn’t want you to hurt me. Wouldn’t want you to hurt anybody. You’re a hero and heroes, they save people.” This seems to enrage him further.
“You think I’m still the man that could fight crime alongside the Commandos? They took everything from me at that hospital! Found a way to drain it out. I’m going to drain you out too.” The barrel of the gun presses harder to your head. Breath escapes you. Everything escapes you. The elevator dings as the doors open.
Frightened, the man pushes his arm away with a startling noise, and a deafening bang is followed by shattering glass. He shot out the wall from in front of you. You scream as the realization of near death enters your mind, but it is soon quelled as you are whipped around in his arms to face the new arrivals.
The look of devastation is clear on Bucky's face as he takes in the scene, Natasha directly behind him. You look absolutely ruined with blood running down your face, your hair in disarray, and clear bruises forming along your cheekbones. Your lips form his name and that devastation turns to fear and anger. Natasha pulls out a gun from her waistband, but you are harshly shoved in front of your assailant and block any shot she could make.
“Who are you?” Nat commands, her voice steady.
“He knows who I am. Don’t you James? Tell her who I am.” You wish he would have said anything else. Bucky’s past is still so confusing to him. This man could have been lost inside of his head, a Hydra agent just trying to swim to the surface. You look into Bucky’s eyes and give the smallest shake of your head.
“Come on Buck, you know him. You talk to him just about every day at the Smithsonian. He’s so strong re-remember?” Your voice shakes, your entire body shakes. Natasha looks to you in utter confusion and you’ve never tried so hard to convey something with your eyes.
“Right,” Bucky states, never taking his eyes off you. “Of course I know you. I’m glad you came. How about you let my girl go and we can talk about this yeah? She doesn’t need to be part of it.” His declaration would have set you aflame in any other situation, but here it brings you agony. Bucky’s hand shakes as he reaches out for you. His eyes plead. “Give her to me, pal. It’ll be just us talkin’.”
“It’s too late for that!” He screams in a fit of rage. Another sob rips through your body. “I lost it! I have nothing anymore. I know what happens to people who break into this place. Prison. All I have left is hurting the people that have hurt me. She’s part of you. She goes down too.” Bucky can’t let that happen. Not to you. Not to the one that gives him your favorite tea bags when you leave every weekend, just because he said it helped him sleep once. The one who looked up recipes from that 40s cookbook for him and Steve to try. The one who lets him do his paperwork in that stupid fountain pen that bleeds through too much because that’s what he’s used to. You’re so sweet and thoughtful and kind, and he was so close to telling you that. So close to making you his.
Bucky takes one more step forward.
“Move and she dies.” The gun is somehow colder against your face. You look at Bucky and there is absolutely nothing any of you can do. Unshed tears hold firm in his waterline as he opens and closes his mouth, trying to formulate some attempt at saving your life. You want to tell him it’s okay. That it’ll be okay, even if you end up not. Neither of you get a chance to do anything as the back window overlooking the skyline bursts into pieces and a shield comes hurtling into the back of the man's head.
You’re dropped to the floor, your hands and knees now covered in glass as more blood flows freely from your body. Bucky runs to you, scooping you into his arms and whispering into your ear that you're okay, you’re going to be fine. You stare down at your bloody hands in a daze, completely unaware of the fight and arrest taking place just paces away from you. Bucky drops his hands to your face and pulls your eyes up to his.
“Sweetheart, look at me. You’re okay, right? Where does it hurt? Come on, off your knees.” He pulls you into his lap and his metal hand begins meticulously pulling shards from your knees. “Say something for me, Doll. I know that was a lot, but you gotta let me know you’re okay. I can’t make it better till you tell me.”
“I’m okay, Bucky.” You don’t sound okay, but he’ll take it. He presses his lips to your hairline and pulls you into his arms as he stands. He glances back at Steve who gives him a firm nod, and you are pulled into the elevator and brought to medical. He glares and makes a quick exit when Tony knocks on the glass minutes later, startling you.
Multiple people surround you. Checking for a concussion, pulling the glass out of your skin, stitching up deeper cuts. When Bucky returns, he stands in the corner and makes comments when he feels they are being too rough, not thorough enough. You are finally left alone after about 2 hours of being poked and prodded, saying nothing during the process. Bucky comes over and kneels between your legs hanging over the bed, grabbing your hands gently.
“Tony said they heard the gunshot from the elevator. He had it directed to the floor below and looked at the cameras. He flew Stevie up to the window and that’s how we got ya out.” His voice is so soft that if you think hard enough, you think you might miss it. “You were so brave, doll. I can’t tell you how brave you were. Gettin’ me to understand what was goin’ on so quickly.”
“I’m sorry, Bucky.” Is all you can get out. You feel tears of shame start to build up behind your eyes. This is the first thing you’ve said in two hours and it leaves Bucky beyond confused.
“What do you have to be sorry for, sweetheart? You did everything right. I should be sorry. If I had come sooner when you called then maybe I coulda done more.”
“I couldn’t remember anything Steve taught me. I couldn’t defend myself at all. I’m sorry I wasted all your time. I just-” You can’t choke out the rest. Bucky shushes you softly and wraps his arms around you, his chin resting on your head.
“No, y/n you did so well. It’s hard when it’s real like that. If I was caught off guard like you were, I wouldn’t have been able to react. Helping you train was not a waste of my time. You are never a waste of time. Doll I-I really care about you. I would do just about anything for ya. Seeing you like that today, hearing you scream. It felt like I was dying.” You look up at him with wide eyes. He cups your face in his hands.
“I’m sorry it took me so long to say that. Sorry I had to say it when all this is goin’ on. I just can’t let the opportunity slip away again. I can’t have you not knowing how I feel. Knowing how amazing you are.” You cut him off with your lips. The kiss is warm and sweet and Bucky takes a deep, surprised breath before deepening it. All of the pent up pinning from the past year goes into the way your lips mold together and the way his fingers gently caress your checks. He pulls apart with a breathy laugh and learns his forehead on yours.
“I take it that means you feel the same way.”
“Without a doubt, Bucky. Been waiting for you to do that forever,” you reply.
“Sorry for making you wait, Doll. Will never happen again. I swear it.” He presses another kiss to your cheek.
“Does this mean you’ll be the one training me from now on? I think Steve went a little too easy on me.”
“Doll, I wanna do everything with you. All the time.”
Part 2
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NIGHTMARE - FINAL (BUCKY BARNES)
FINAL - ALWAYS BEEN YOU
Last Part // Masterlist
Tags: @writingsbychlo @ladyyystark @calums-betch @bangtanxberm @buckyys-doll @spideysimpossiblegirl @tgirljeep388 @whattheheckisevengoingon
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x HYDRA!reader
Word Count: 10,321
Summary: It’s been a long time since Y/N has seen her friends. When she tries something bold to end Nightmare once and for all, can she be forgiven for what she’s done?
Notes/Warnings: This series was so much fun! Feel free to send in comments, feedback, theories, opinions, anything really! Also, I’m not super thrilled with the ending but I couldn’t really figure out which direction I wanted it to go in.
How long had it been? About seven years in Madripoor, maybe more. It felt like an eternity, to the point where the days ran together. Or maybe that was because you didn’t sleep as much as you used to. It was a busy lifestyle to keep Nightmare and the Power Broker at the top of the food chain, but the work had its rewards.
You and Sharon moved into a massive loft with a hefty rent. As day jobs and covers, Sharon was an arts dealer and you ran security at a local club. However, your scar was far too obvious so you used one of the facial masking sheets that you had seen Natasha use. You only used it to give the illusion of clear skin and slightly different colored eyes, just to ensure no one caught on.
“Have you heard the rumors?” Sharon had asked as you were on your way out. You had come back between your shift at the bar and your self proclaimed recon assignment to grab your equipment.
“Why do you think I came for my stuff?” You answered simply.
“What are you going to do if it’s true?”
“What, you expect me to shoot him?” You chuckled. “I’m gonna make sure they don’t get too much information and then I’m gonna lead them to you.”
“Secure channel two?” She asked as she took her ear piece off the side table.
“Channel two secure.” You nodded and positioned your device. “Mainstream channel three. I’ll use them to redirect but I’ll call everyone off once they’re close to you.”
“Alright.” She nodded. “Let me know when they leave.”
“Copy.” You threw your bag over your shoulder and headed back to the bar.
You had gotten wind of a rumor only a few hours ago that the Winter Soldier, the Smiling Tiger, and the Baron Zemo were headed for Madripoor and they wanted a meeting with Selby. The only problem with that was that Selby knew a lot about what Sharon was up to as the Power Broker. You went to ensure there wasn’t too much of a leak in Selby, and if need be, cap the leak.
You hadn’t killed much since you moved to Madripoor. You had drawn a fair amount of blood but they hardly ever died. You could only recall a handful of deaths at Nightmare’s hands so at least you could say that.
You ducked in your usual alley and peeled the sheet off. You laid it in your bag and positioned your usual mask. You loaded your belt and tucked your bag under the usual dumpster. You slung the additional rifle over your back and hauled yourself up the ladder so you could get to your vantage point. You hopped the couple rooftops to get across the street from the club before setting yourself up.
You laid flat on your belly and set the rifle against your shoulder. Using the scope, you could see Selby and the boys talking. You pulled the surveillance device that was linked to a hidden microphone within the room that you had placed years prior and flipped it on so you could hear the conversation. You slide up on the sensor on your ear piece to switch to your secure channel with Sharon.
“Dr. Wilfred Nagel is the man you wanna thank.” Selby explained casually.
“Nagel’s been outted.” You said quickly. “Permission to fire?”
“Negative.” Sharon answered, to which you rolled your eyes. “You shoot Selby and shit’s gonna hit the fan.”
“Selby is going to give them everything.” You argued while you watched the scene unfold and listened to the conversation. “Again, requesting permission to take the shot.”
“I said no.” She said firmly. “We need her.”
“I’ve disobeyed handlers much scarier than you, Carter.” You chuckled as you positioned your rifle. “It’s better to ask forgiveness than permission anyways.”
“I swear to god, if you-“
“Who’s Sam?” Selby questioned accusingly.
“Their covers are blown. I’m taking the shot.” You said quickly as you heard Selby give the kill order.
Without waiting for a response, you squeezed the trigger. The bullet went straight through her chest and her body crumpled to the floor. You didn’t know if you were thankful that the instinct to protect James was still there or if you cursed it.
“What the hell did you do?” She asked angrily.
You groaned in frustration and changed to the main channel.
“Selby’s dead.” You explained quickly as you slung your rifle over your shoulder and waited for the boys to exit. “I have three targets leaving the Brass Monkey but no confirmation on the shooter. Keep all eyes high. I want them to follow me and I want them alive.”
You received a choir of responses, all some form of “Copy that.” or “Understood.” You watched them leave, trailing them carefully until you had to get in front. As word spread of Selby’s death, you watched as citizens glared at them with almost a feral hatred. You weren’t the one who advertised Selby’s death but you had a feeling you knew who did.
Your men were quick to fire warning shots, chasing them down the alleys you led them towards. It wasn’t long before you were closing in on Sharon’s location so you had to switch channels.
“Incoming in less than a minute.” You said as you ran. “I have all three headed your way.”
“Copy that.” Sharon answered. “Already in position.”
You dropped from your rooftop and utilized a fire escape so you could easily land in a low crouch on the ground. You switched back to the main channel for the final time for the night.
“Stand down.” You said but two men continued to chase. “All units, stand. Down.”
When they didn’t stop, you fired two quick shots. The boys turned quickly and caught a glimpse of you sneaking back into the shadows. You heard Sharon’s voice greeting them so you made your way back to your original alley and towards your duffle.
“A note to everyone.” You spoke into your earpiece. “When I give an order, I expect everyone to follow.. And if you think you’re above that, you will be removed.”
You removed the piece of tech from your ear and placed it back in its case before anyone could say anything otherwise. You pulled your duffle and quickly changed in the dim alley. You replaced the masking sheet back on your face and tapped the sensor near your temple. With your alias tucked away, you threw the bag over your shoulder and headed back to your loft.
“Hey, sorry I’m late!” You announced as you stepped into the front room. “Work was insane. Did you hear someone shot Selby?”
“Yeah, I heard the Power Broker is pissed.” Sharon said in annoyance.
“I bet.” You nodded, pretending not to notice the three men in the room. “I’m sure whoever did it had their reasons. Selby did a lot of under the table deals so one of them was bound to bite her in the ass.”
“I’m sure they were told not to. Selby was important around here.”
“I’m sure they didn’t care.” You said tightly while you stared down the blonde. “I heard she was selling out the Power Broker so they should be thankful that leak was capped.”
The quirk of your brow was intended as a challenge but she simply scoffed and pushed past you. You had the thought of sticking your foot out to trip her but Sam’s voice broke your focus.
“Y/N?” Sam spoke finally.
“Sam.” You greeted.
“Y/N?” James repeated, as if it hadn’t clicked in his head that it was you.
You spun to face him and your heart swelled at the sound of your name. “James.”
“This is where you went? And what happened to your sc-“
“Helmut Zemo.” You said plainly, standing in front of the man and cutting off Sam’s question. “Sokovian covert ops, Echo Scorpion… The man who killed a King and flushed HYDRA’s deadliest out of hiding, all with the same bomb.”
“Do I know you?” He asked carefully.
“Admit you did it.” You said firmly.
You weren’t exactly sure what you wanted him to admit to. Maybe you wanted to hear that he had used you and James. That he took advantage of you both.
“I’m sorry?”
“We all know you did it.”
“I’ve done quite a few things to make enemies, but I assure you I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
”You had an accomplice that day in Vienna. Who was she?”
“Vienna? … I don’t see how that matters.”
“Of course you don’t.” You laughed slightly. You quickly pulled your arm back and threw a hard right hook against his jaw. You knelt to be at his level after he crashed to the floor and you heard the aggressive scrape of a chair. “You’re lucky they’re here otherwise you’d be dead already.” You said lowly.
“Who- Who are you?”
“She should’ve killed you when she had the chance in Siberia. Do you still see the devil in my eyes?” You smirked before standing as you saw realization cross his features. “I’m gonna get changed right now and I’ll meet you up at the party?” You asked Sharon.
“Hurry up.” She shooed you away. “You’re hosting this thing too.”
“They’re your clients. And you know I hate these things.” You corrected before ducking into your room. You heard their conversation about Sam giving up the shield and Karli’s small army.
You shoved your bag under your bed and turned to your closet, looking for a decent but quick outfit. After a few moments of silent contemplation, you heard a light knock.
“Come in.” You called, not turning away. If it was Sharon, you wanted it to at least look like you were trying.
“So this is where you decided to go?” You heard Sam ask as the door clicked shut.
You peeked over your shoulder to ensure he was alone. When you saw exactly that, you answered honestly.
“Yeah.” You began. “It’s off grid. No one cared before since no one came looking for me. What difference does it make?”
“I saw you tonight… I thought you were done with that.”
“It’s not the same this time.”
“How is it different?” He challenged. “You’re still killing people.”
“Selby was the first person I’ve killed in years and I did it to save your asses. And the two after that, well… I don’t like being ignored.” You laughed bitterly. “I’m in charge of what I do around here and what shots I do or don’t take. That’s how it’s different.”
“So you decide who you kill? How is that any better?”
“Because no one is inside my head and pulling the strings like a goddamn puppeteer.”
“I thought you were better than this.”
“Yet no one seemed to care before.” You scoffed.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Like I said, no one came looking for me.” You replied in annoyance. “But that’s fine. I guess I came here so no one would find me. But no one even called and no one checked in. You all forgot about me but now that you’re here and you see me, you want to act like you care. You never cared, Sam, and you never knew me and you damn sure never liked me. So you don’t get to say shit like ‘I thought you were better’ because as far as you knew, she is who I really am. She’s who I always was. You didn’t know me before you knew her.”
“I’m pretty sure Bucky and Steve knew someone else, didn’t they?”
“Look.” You spun quickly on your heel to face him. You hadn’t realized how tight of a fist your hand was in until you felt the sting on your nails digging into your palm. “Who just saved your asses, hmm?” You relaxed your hand and flailed it to punctuate your point. “You think Selby was gonna let you live after your cover was blown? She literally ordered them to kill you.”
“But you didn’t have to-“
“Yes, I did!” You shouted. “God, Sam, you can’t be that naïve. That’s how it works around here! You pull the trigger or you end up in the ground… I’m not the same girl you fought beside seven years ago.”
There’s a small pause, as if he was letting your words sink in. He spoke after a small sigh.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call. But after the Blip and the chaos, I-“
“Y’know, I didn’t get blipped away with everyone else... Instead, I got to wake up every morning and wonder what the hell kind of game of chance did I lose to still be alive? James and Yelena were the ones I considered my closest friends and they were gone. But the ones who were still around? Where were they?”
“Y/N..” He tried but the words were spilling from your lips before you could stop them.
“After everything I have done and everything I have become, I’m part of the side that was still alive… And even though Steve and Tony and Nat were around too-“ You said sadly. “Not a word…. Not even a rumor that they were looking. Do you understand what it is to be forgotten?”
“They might’ve thought you disappeared too.” He tried to comfort you.
“It was two years of fighting and power struggles around here when I got here. The Power Broker and I saw an opportunity to not live in the dirt. But they didn’t want me. They wanted her.. And the past five years has been maintaining that power and whatever project is going on with Nagel.”
“Why did you agree to it? You could be more than a hired gun.”
“It’s really all I know how to do.” You shrugged. “There’s not exactly a lot of job opportunities for a hundred year old highly trained Super Soldier assassin.”
“You could’ve gone back to the Compound with Tony.”
“No, I couldn’t.” You scoffed.
“Why not?”
“Because I walked away from the Avengers, remember? Ross would’ve had my head on a platter if I was caught near that place. And sure, I could’ve spent two years on the run with your guys, living in shitty motels and only having the clothes off my back, just so I could spend the next five seeing only half the faces I should’ve. And that is assuming I didn’t snap after seeing half the team go poof.”
“You don’t give yourself enough credit.”
“I credit myself with what is realistic… The better option was for me to stay here and have everything I could ever want… It wasn’t really a hard choice to make at the end of the day.”
Sam turned his head with a scoff and you saw his attention snag on the photo frame on your nightstand. It was a photo of James that you swiped from a HYDRA file decades before. It was tattered on the edges and had a worn line across the middle from the fold. But it was still James. It was still your small token of a simpler time and you were going to keep it for as long as you lived.
“You just don’t get it, Sam.” You shook your head sadly.
“You have everything, huh?” He challenged gently, nodding to the picture. “You’re hiding the scar because he doesn’t know yet, right?”
“Yeah.” You sighed in resignation and leaned against the frame of your closet. “Things got so hectic in Siberia, I- I didn’t get the chance.”
“You have the chance now.”
“Yeah, let me just walk out there and show him the scar on my face and tell him ‘I’ve had a hand in all the shittiest moments of your life. Hope you don’t hate me.’ after I’ve been M.I.A. since he saw me in 1945. That’ll make it all okay, right?” You rolled your eyes.
“If you really cared about him-“
“Enough with the hero lecture!” You groaned and turned back to your clothes. “Steve gave you the shield and you gave it away. You don’t get to try and get me to take the high road when you ran away like a coward.”
“A coward…” He scoffed. “I’m the coward here?”
“I can admit that Steve was wrong about me.” You said simply, masking the sadness in your heart. You didn’t want to believe it before but all of your actions seemed to lead to more painful paths for those around you. “But he was so sure about you, it almost hurts me to see his shield given away.”
“If you don’t tell him before we leave here, I will.” He said before leaving and slamming the door behind him.
You picked things from your closet with no real purpose. Truthfully, you didn’t care anymore. You didn’t even want to go to the stupid party in the first place. You ended up in black fitted dress pants and a maroon silk button up. As you were putting the shirt on, another knock came at your door. You turned your back to it as you busied your fingers with the buttons.
“What do you want now, Sam?” You called flatly before you heard the door creak open. “I’m not gonna argue with you about it anymore so you’re wasting your time.”
“Ah, well, that was my whole plan.” He joked. You bit back your grin as you turned to face him. “Hey, Y/N.”
“James..” You said gently, still in disbelief that he was in front of you after so long apart. “I like the haircut.”
“Oh yeah?” He chuckled, almost nervously, as he ran his hand through his short hair. “Just thought I’d.. do something different.”
“Yeah.” You nodded. “You and me both, I guess.”
You motioned for him to sit on your bed while you finished getting ready. You opted to leave the top two buttons undone for a bit more of a flirty look. You tucked your top into your pants and adjusted the tuck in the mirror before rummaging in one of your drawers for a belt.
“How’ve you been?” You asked casually as a lame attempt to make small talk. You were tip-toeing around the elephant in the room, the duffle bag under your bed that practically screamed like a siren to you. “I uh- I heard about that Vienna bombing being pinned on you... And that thing in Germany.... And going back to Siberia.”
“It was rough, not gonna lie to you.” He began with a sigh. “Went to Wakanda for a while after that.”
“Wakanda?” You replied in honest surprise as you found the accessory you were searching for. “Y’know, I saw the new King’s press conference. They’re really that advanced?”
“Oh yeah.” He nodded. “You would’ve loved it.”
“You think so?”
“Well yeah.” He shrugged. “I remember how excited you were at Howard’s display.”
“I’m a little surprised that you remembered.” You smiled softly.
“Course I did.” He smiled proudly. “But yeah.. Fought Thanos and his army. Turned to dust and now I’m here. Oh, and I’m seeing a therapist.”
“Therapist?” You questioned as you sat beside him on your bed. “Does it help?”
“Yes and no.”
“You gonna tell me more?” You chuckled.
“I don’t know, I guess…” He sighed. “She has me making amends and I guess it’s supposed to be so I can accept what happened.”
“Can I be honest with you?” You asked and he nodded. “Sounds like a load of shit.”
He laughed loudly and nodded, as if he was agreeing. You smiled widely and took a moment to just admire him. His hair was shorter than it was in the past, but it suited him well. The black suit was an amazing look on him and you couldn’t ignore the glint of his tags around his neck. You felt your heart swelling in your chest and it was hard to disregard the sparks, a feeling you hadn’t had since 1945. And you really didn’t want to lose those sparks, that energy, the excitement.
“I’m serious!” You exclaimed with a giggle. “She wants you to take responsibility for what the Winter Soldier did, but that wasn’t on you, James. You may have done it, but the blood isn’t on your hands. You don’t have to apologize or make amends for something you couldn’t stop. Trust me, I know what it’s like to not have a choice…”
You reached over and laced your fingers through his. You leaned against him slightly and looked up at him with wide eyes and raised brows. His eyes met yours for a silent minute, just admiring each other. Though you could tell he was searching your eyes for something and there was a question behind those eyes, you didn’t quite care what he was looking for. You just cared that he was there with you and you let yourself revel in those moments, in that innocent contact.
“Please don’t be in love with someone else.” You mumbled. You knew it wasn’t fair to assume James hadn’t found love, but you also knew you couldn’t take it if he did.
“What?” He asked softly.
“Nothing.” You shook your head and leaned your forehead against his arm. “I like the new arm too, by the way… Vibranium?”
“Mhmm.”
“And this suit?” You used your free hand to tug on his sleeve. “I love it. You look very handsome, James.”
“Y/N?”
“Yes, Lover Boy?”
“I missed you… A lot. I- I thought you were dead.”
“I missed you too.. More than I could ever put into words. I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner.”
“Where did you go when you got out?”
“Here and there, never one place for too long.” You said honestly, lifting your head to sit up. “I wanted to find you years ago, and I almost did. But then everything in Vienna happened and Steve told me to stay out of it and that he would handle it.”
“What did you do?”
“Nothing.” You lied. “I just stayed away until Steve told me it was clear.. But I didn’t hear from him and then I ended up here.”
“And now you and Sharon are best friends?”
“We’re work friends, if anything.” You chuckled slightly. “No, I don’t think she really likes me all that much.”
“But you stay at her place?” He raised a brow.
“I put in more work to pay the bills around here than she does.” You laughed and laid flat on your back.
You dropped your hands over your stomach and sighed happily. Having those calm moments with James, it reminded you of a much easier time. When you weren’t hiding behind a mask and when your fingers weren’t dripping with the blood of your past. It was like you were just two people that managed to find each other again after what seemed like a lifetime, not two trained killers who were linked together in a way that could never really be severed.
“What do you do for work around here?” He laid beside you. You readjusted so your head was on his chest and you pulled one of arms over you so you could toy with his fingers.
“I got a security gig at the Brass Monkey.” You explained and it wasn’t a lie.
“How come I didn’t see you earlier then?”
“I was told you were coming but not you you, the other you. I was supposed to keep an eye on Selby but I was helping at the bar when she got shot.”
“You mean the Winter Soldier?”
“Yeah.”
“How’d you hear that?”
“She told me… Nightmare is here too.” You said carefully. “I guess she didn’t want me to interfere with what you were doing so you wouldn’t be at risk… All this time and she still protects you.”
You thought this would probably be the chance to tell him before Sam spilled the beans. You were trying to steer the conversation to the topic of her so you could slip it in without it seeming like a grand reveal, but it always seemed like no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get the sentence to leave your lips. Your brain always stopped your mouth from admitting the truth.
“I thought I saw her earlier…” He said tightly and suddenly, your chest felt like it was being squeezed. The sparks had fizzled and all you felt now was the smoke of what had been so lively only moments before. “How long has she been here?”
“She got here a little after I did.”
Your words were a faceted version of the truth. You and Nightmare traveled together but only one of you was truly present at any given time. Ever since you got the help from Melina, Y/N was the face and person that you presented to the general public. You didn’t have to watch your back and constantly create a new backstory because no one knew you and Nightmare were linked. But once the sun went down and deals were being made, Nightmare came out to play. Now that you two were no longer separate entities, you felt less disconnected with what the hooded figure did, and you had yet to decide if that was a good thing or not.
“Y/N!” Sharon called from the other side of your door. “Hurry up! The party’s started.”
“I don’t care.” You grumbled as you pushed yourself up. “Come on, Handsome.” You tapped his side before you slid your feet into your boots. “I’m pretty sure she’s gonna try to bust down that door if I’m not out there.”
You felt his cold, metallic hand around your wrist. He pulled you gently back to him and you turned to face him, your faces only inches apart. When you couldn’t fully feel his breath across your cheeks, you were reminded that you were still hiding from him. You were hiding the truth… The scar.
His hands went to either side of your face gently, his fingers sliding into your hair slightly. You were silently praying that he wouldn’t hit the sensor of the mask. If it turned off and he saw the scar, everything you had worked so hard to hide and wanted to explain on your own would be out in the open. There’d be no chance to explain. You wouldn’t deserve it. Despite that looming possibility, the screaming in your head to be careful and pull away, you leaned into his touch as his fingers ignited your skin with a passionate tingle.
“Please don’t have somebody waiting on you.” He said quietly. There was a pleading look behind his beautiful eyes and it melted your heart.
You couldn’t help but smile softly as you dropped your forehead onto his shoulder with a small chuckle. The movement was enough for his hands to slide out of your hair and away from the sensor. He placed his hands at your waist instead, giving a gentle squeeze as if to ensure you wouldn’t have an answer that took you from him. Your hands were between your bodies and gripping his jacket. You were weakly pulling yourself towards him, desperately trying to find a way to keep him with you.
“When I was trying to piece together my life, you were one of the few things that felt right… I didn’t remember everything right away but I remembered how it felt to be with you.”
“I’m glad I made a good impression.” You joked, your voice slightly muffled against his body.
“Yeah.” He chuckled. “But I bet you have a whole thing set up here already, huh?”
“This isn’t exactly the kind of place to raise a family if you mean that.”
“A family?” He replied. “You thinking of kids?”
“Not anymore.” You sighed and lifted your head. “I can’t have kids.”
“Oh..”
“Don’t feel bad.” You shrugged. “I was on a mission for a Black Widow assassin, the most ruthless child assassin since Nightmare. HYDRA was tired of her meddling so they sent me to kill her. When I tell you she was good, she was good… I was about to kill her when she stabbed me here.” You stepped back to point to your stomach, just below your belly button. “Her knife punctured my uterus and she got away. But by the time I was extracted and got back to base, the doctors said the damage was too severe. They performed a hysterectomy and said it was for the best.” You sighed sadly.
“I thought you didn’t do field missions.” He scrunched his brows.
“Yeah.” You replied as your mind raced to come up with a cover. You had totally blanked on the fact that you told them you just did the tech developments. “It was uh- They thought they would try it out again because if I failed, I was expendable. They didn’t want to send anyone who actually mattered.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N.”
“It’s okay.” You nodded slightly. “I got used to it… Oh, and by the way, if you’re implying that I have other commitments.” You wondered if he would remember that you had used that line before. “I don’t, Lover Boy.”
“Lover Boy.” He repeated with a small laugh, a hint of disbelief - maybe even challenge - in the small noise. “Y’know, Night-”
“Y/N!” Sharon yelled angrily.
“I’m coming!” You turned and yelled back. “C’mon.” You grabbed James by his hand and led him out of your room and up to the party.
He never got the chance to finish that thought and you were thankful for that. You had an idea what he was going to say and you didn’t really want him to finish that sentence. Unbeknownst to you, James was piecing your truth together.
You and Nightmare always managed to be in the same area, but never the place at the same time. You two seemed to treat him the same way, as if he was the only thing either of you wanted to focus on. As if he was all that mattered to you. Not only that, but you two talked to him the same way and had even used the same names. Not that many people called him James, and no one - besides you two - has ever called him Lover Boy. He was starting to wonder if you two were more connected than he knew before. But what really tipped him off were your eyes. He may have forgotten most of his past at one point, but there was one memory he couldn’t lose.
You think I could ever forget how those eyes look at me?
The color of your eyes was just slightly different. There was something off about your face and he noticed it almost right away. It was as if there was a film over you that made your features blurred, ever so slightly that surely no one else would notice, as if there was a haze that swept across your face to hide something. At first he thought it was the lighting, but it remained even as you two arrived at the party. But what would you have to hide? He told himself that no matter what, you were still his girl, though there was a small part of him that wasn’t quite sure that it was that simple anymore.
“I’m sending the boys to Nagel in the morning.” Sharon said lowly from beside you once you two managed to slip off by yourselves.
“You’re gonna sell out your golden goose?” You scoffed. “Bold move, even for me.”
“I need her to be there too to make sure it doesn’t go completely south. If they get enough info on Karli, they’ll be out of our business and we can do damage control.”
“Damage control?” You challenged.
“Since you wanted to go rogue and kill Selby, I have to clean up your mess.”
“Ha.” You scoffed again. “You’re really on a roll tonight, Carter. I told you when we started years ago that I call my own shots. I had to protect the boys. But I say that she’s not getting involved.”
“She’s going to.”
“Or what?”
“Or I’m going to tell your precious little James everything.”
“You open your mouth about any of it.” You quickly turned to face her. “And the only thing that comes out of it will be your tongue. Understand?”
“Looks like I found the right button to press.” She smirked and you rolled your eyes.
“If I go, there’s no guarantee I protect your precious Nagel.” You shrugged. “I protect myself and those boys first.” You motioned to Sam and James. “I don’t give two shits about Nagel.”
“You should give more than two about the serum he’s working on.”
“Fuck him and fuck that serum.” You said firmly. “What good has it done for anyone?”
“It’s given you two another chance, hasn’t it?”
“You really don’t get it, do you? I do not care about what the Power Broker is doing here.”
“The Power Broker gave you an opportunity to get out of Low Town and live the life you’ve earned.” She countered. “You worked with the Avengers and HYDRA. You’ve killed and fought in more battles and you got nothing from it. You’re really gonna throw away what you’ve found here? And for what? For a guy that you barely know but can’t let go of?”
“Keep his name out of your mouth.” You stepped closer as you spoke and you noticed a falter in her demeanor. No matter how tough she acted, she was still afraid of you. “You don’t deserve to talk about him. You’re lucky I didn’t knock your ass to the ground for that little ‘pet psychopath’ comment you made earlier.”
“If you care that much, then you’ll be at the shipping yard in the morning.” She smirked proudly. “Because I just know that every bounty hunter in Madripoor will be.”
“I’ll go but it’s going to be the last time Nightmare is ever seen.” You rolled your eyes and walked away.
You made your way through the crowd and back to your room. You laid on your bed and let out a loud sigh. Even though you were free, you were still having your arm twisted. You were still being manipulated. And you were tired of it.
You picked yourself up quickly and began gathering your things. You grabbed your duffle bag filled with Nightmare’s equipment and tossed it on your bed. You grabbed another small bag and filled it with whatever clothes would fit, your notebook that was home to the letters from James, and the framed photo from your table. You were leaving Madripoor.
You texted Sam and asked if there was room for one more on whatever crusade he was currently on. You set an alarm for the early morning and got changed while you waited for Sam to answer.
To be truly free, you had to get away from people who only wanted her. You should only have to answer to yourself, make your own choices. You wanted to be with James and you wanted to do the right thing. So, you would try to join Sam and head back to the States.
big bird: you tell him yet? cuz we could really use your help
y/n: im gonna meet you @ nagels. i’ll tell him then
big bird: as long as he knows, you can come
big bird: cuz im not keeping your secret anymore
y/n: thanks but i’ll probably need one of those pardons you offered sharon. govt isnt as forgiving as you and ol man rogers was
y/n: and i need you to trust me with whatever happens
big bird: i dont wanna regret this
The next morning, you were seated atop one of the many shipping crates. You were dawned in Nightmare’s suit and your feet dangled over the edge. You had put yourself a few crates away from Nagel’s lab so you could watch the boys enter and watch when they exited. You also tuned into their channel for comms but turned off the microphone from your end. You knew you couldn’t say anything to them or Sharon so you went for radio silence. As Sharon led them to Nagel, you noticed James was looking around as he walked, glancing up and around. You weren’t sure if he saw you at one point so you offered a small wave in acknowledgment, but all you seemed to get as a response was a small frown.
“And here I thought he’d be happy to see me.” You spoke to yourself as you scanned the area. Your rifle was sitting in your lap when you saw the first string of bounty hunters coming their way.
You quickly moved into a kneel and pressed the butt of the gun against your shoulder. You took simple shots, avoiding lethal injuries. Just enough to incapacitate them so your friends could get in and out safely.
“Every bounty hunter in the city is here.” Sharon told the boys. “And I’m pretty sure I saw Nightmare.”
You rolled your eyes and nudged your shoulder against your ear to hit the sensor. The small beep in your ear told you that your mic was on. You figured it would’ve been smarter to keep the mic off and just do what you went there to do, but something told you Sharon was going to try and make you the villain.
“Hello boys.” You said with a sly smile that no one could see as you took a shot at a man that was approaching Sharon from behind. “Miss me?”
You listened to what Nagel confessed to as you hopped down from the crates. You disassembled your rifle and tossed the pieces in different directions. Once you landed lightly, you grabbed one knife from your thigh holster and held it tight as you headed to Nagel’s crate.
You put away the blade so both hands were free to place your small explosives across the wall and you could hear Sharon struggling against the various bounty hunters. You shrugged it off and decided it was her own fault for having the Power Broker send that text.
You took a couple steps back and picked up a palm sized rock. Though it was intended for the explosives, you had to spin on your heel and throw it at someone who was coming up behind you. You hurried to meet them and swept their legs out from underneath them. When you had them on the ground, you knelt with a knee on their chest as you pulled your fist back.
“I thought you-” She struggled to say with your weight on her chest. “-worked for the Power Broker.”
“With.” You corrected before slamming your fist into her temple and knocking her unconscious.
“Get down.” You told them once you heard the rapid beeping of the center explosive, triggering a massive blow that was sure to destroy everything Nagel was working on. You broke into a sprint and came around the other side so you could find your friends.
“Hey.” You smiled in relief when you met up with James and Sam. “You guys okay?”
“Where’s Zemo?” Sam called. You glanced around the wreckage but saw no one.
“Are you insane?” Sharon yelled in anger. “You could’ve killed us.”
“Hmm.” You glared at her. “If only.”
“Nightmare, what are you doing here?” James asked quickly.
“We look out for each other.” You shrugged. “Besides-“ You glanced over your shoulder to Sam. “-I made a deal. James, there’s something I have to-“
Another explosion - that wasn’t yours - went off and cut your sentence short. You were quick to grab James by his arm and pull him away. With the other hand, you lifted your cloak to offer some protection from the flames and smoke as you made your way to Sam’s new position.
While the boys argued about who was right and what was the best direction to go, you were looking for a way out. Your brain was formulating the best escape routes but every path you found involved blood shed, and if you really wanted to end Nightmare today, you had to do better than that. You noticed a gas line and four bodies. You reached for one of the few explosives you had left and made a run for it before anyone could stop you, though you doubted anyone would’ve tried if they had noticed.
You hopped the barricade and threw your explosive at the gas line. After it blew, you ducked under the flames and knocked one of the men’s legs out from under him before a quick jab rendered him unconscious. You borrowed a page from Yelena’s book and reached your arms around another man’s neck and swung yourself around to snap it. As you landed, you grabbed your knife and sliced upwards across the next one’s stomach as you stood before slamming the blade into her neck.
You landed a sharp hook kick against the last woman’s temple and her body crumpled to the ground. You retrieved your knife from the woman’s limp frame and you noticed your hands were covered in blood. It wasn’t enough to soak your gloves but it was enough that you could smell the metallic scent under your mask. You wiped your hands against your pants in a useless attempt to clean them when you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders.
So much for being better.
You turned quickly and pressed the blade to their throat, only to see Sam and James behind you. You took a step away and gripped your knife a little tighter before you nodded to them to signal that you were okay but you doubted either of them were convinced. Though you could feel the tremble in your hands, you had to keep moving.
“What did you need to tell me?” James asked, likely as an attempt to change your focus.
He could tell something was off. He didn’t need you to say anything about it because he could see it in the way you desperately were trying to get the blood off your gloves and how you periodically rubbed them across your pants. What he didn’t know was why. That was definitely not the first time you had killed so why did that blood seem to rattle you so bad?
“Not the time, James.” You answered flatly.
Your mind was still preoccupied. Something about seeing that much blood on your hands at once - something you didn’t even understand - felt eerily disgusting. Maybe it was Sam’s words lingering in your head, that Nightmare wasn’t who you were and you weren’t supposed to do that kind of stuff anymore. Or it could’ve simply been out of shock. You had never really been the type for up close and personal slasher film style kills. Covert, distanced shots or up close but subtle takedowns. Regardless, you didn’t have time to linger.
“Buck!” Sam yelled and your focus was instantly pulled back.
You heard the gunshot and so you dropped to your knee and spun so you could fling your knife into the bounty hunter. It landed square in their forehead and you found yourself to be disgusted again. Something felt relatively sick about the ease of taking life of your own accord and you hated that it was so foreign. If you were going to be sickened by what you’ve done, you couldn’t have had those issues from the beginning? No one was forcing your hand this time but you still did it without hesitation. You turned back to the fight just in time.
You shoved James into the open container that Sam and Sharon were waiting in after he threw the pole like a javelin. The female had let off one final shot and you felt the bullet meet your torso as your arms were still up from the push. You saw the panic in James’ eyes as they pulled the doors shut.
You gasped and let out a small whine of pain as you collapsed to your knees. You pressed both hands against the wound and scooted to have your back against the crate behind you. Your breathing was ragged and shallow as you tried to get the head under control. You threw your head back and let out a strangled groan as the searing hot pain shot up your side and deep into your body.
The doors to the crate burst open and James was quick to get to your side. He gently removed your hands to inspect your wound before replacing your hands. Sam came around and knelt at your other side. You could see in his eyes that he didn’t know how to help. Sharon stayed back and you thought you saw something vicious glint in her eyes, like she was happy you were bleeding out.
“Hi.” You offered with a lame chuckle. “Hell of a reunion, yeah?”
“You’re insane.” He shook his head. “Why would you do that?”
“I look out for you.” You tried to shrug. “That’s what it’s always been about.”
“I don’t… What are you talking about?”
“James..” You tried weakly. “I need- need to tell you…”
“Maybe it can wait.” Sam offered from your other side. “Now might not be the best time.”
You fell over slightly and winced at the pressure. James had his arm around you in an instant and moved so you would be leaning against his upraised knee as he stayed close to your side.
“I’m not gonna die with- with this secret.” You tried to laugh.
“You’re not gonna die.” James nearly pleaded. “Don’t leave me.”
“I’m sorry.” You whispered, moving one of your blood soaked hands up to your mask. “For everything. And if you hate me… after this that’s- that okay… I will love you either way…”
You removed the metal carefully and let it fall to your side. You watched his face for some reaction and there was no anger in his expression. No disbelief. No hatred. No disgust. Only fear. Panic. Pain.
“If we can’t stop the bleeding, we don’t have to fake it.” You nodded with tears in your eyes. You quickly peeled off your blood soaked gloves and reached a stained hand to his cheek. “It’ll be okay.”
“No, Y/N.” He begged, his voice cracking when he said your name. He turned into your touch and kissed your palm gently before speaking against your hand. “Don’t leave me yet.”
“It’s okay.” You whispered as you turned him to face you again. The wound didn’t necessarily hurt anymore. Now you just felt an ache in your chest at his heartbroken expression, a dull stinging was still in your side, but there wasn’t any pain. “It was… enchanting to meet you.”
“Please.” He begged quietly. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I still need you..”
“I’m sorry.” You whined slightly. “This is… where our story ends…”
“Then why can’t I kick the feeling that we were supposed to be together?” He said as a rushed response.
“In another life.” You nodded before your eyes closed.
James had to be pulled away by Sam. Sharon tried to take your body from his arms and she promised she’d give you a nice ceremony but he shoved her away. He wasn’t ready to let you go. He just got you back.
Why did you have to jump in front of that bullet? Why wouldn’t you - just for once - stop risking your life for his? He didn’t think he was worth it, worth all the pain you endured for his sake.
But finally, after silent tears and a tight embrace that left his suit stained with your blood, he walked away.
When the car revved out of the shipping yard, you opened your eyes and sat up.
“What a show.” Sharon commented as you wiped your hands on your pants.
“They needed to believe it.” You said sadly. You picked up your gloves and began slicing the fingers to destroy the sensors. “Once they find these, there shouldn’t be any doubt that Nightmare is dead.”
“The cloak would be more convincing… Or the mask.”
“The mask and cloak are staying with me.” You defended quickly. “I worked hard on those.”
“So what’s the story I’m supposed to tell?”
“She betrayed the Power Broker so she was killed. Her body was dumped in the water and only the gloves washed up.”
“You sure about this?”
“I can truly be free.” You nodded.
“And you think they’ll take you in?”
“I have to try.”
“Good luck, Y/N.”
“Thanks…” You had turned to leave when a final thought came to you. “Oh, and if you get in my way with them, I will shoot you.”
“You better shoot to kill then.”
“Hmm.”
A few days later, you had cashed out all of Nightmare’s accounts. Everything she was owed was paid out and you were about to head back to the States. You had what remained of your equipment, though you had burned her blood-soaked clothes from the shipping yard. The rumor of her death flooded the streets and there was a division between those mourning out of respect and those celebrating in relief.
“Either this is a really cruel joke or I’m talking to a ghost.” Sam answered the phone.
“Hello to you too.” You said simply. “Where are you guys?”
“You wanna explain how you’re not dead?” He insisted. “Cause last I checked, you died in his arms.”
“Nightmare died that day, not Y/N… I want to tell him myself.”
“I hate you and all your secrets.”
“You and me both, pal.”
“I won’t say anything if you help me out with something.”
“Sure.”
“Karli threatened my sister and her kids… Can you get to New Orleans and keep an eye on them?”
“Yeah, definitely. Send me an address and I can be there by the end of the night.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.”
You spent the next few days with Sarah and her kids. You helped her work on the boat and did the tough jobs that normal people wouldn’t be able to do. You bonded with the kids and told the three of them everything. The kids thought it was cool that you could do what you could.
They watched you work on the boat and loosen overly tightened bolts with ease. They whooped in excitement when you separated panels that were long stuck together and how you endured the foul smell of old fluids from the engine. You couldn’t help but smile when you heard their little voices speaking praises and cheers.
You thought it was cute.
When Sam and James finally made their way to New Orleans, you made yourself scarce. You had packed up all of your things and gotten out of Sarah’s house as soon as you heard they were coming. The boys were back just in time to complete a few finishing touches to the boat - with the help of the local community - and were hosting a huge event as a celebration and a thank you.
You arrived at the party a little late. You had stopped by the corner store and picked up a small gift box, just big enough to hide a certain molded piece of metal. You had the intent of giving it to James, as if the gesture would show that you were done with Nightmare and you were giving him a piece of yourself.
“Hello, Sam.” You smiled as you found him in the massive crowd. “It’s good to see you again.”
“It’s good to actually see you, Y/N.” He said gently, giving your shoulder a kind squeeze. “You doing okay?”
“This is probably the best I’ve been in decades.” You nodded. “I know who I am and I know what I have to do, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t terrified.”
“He talked about you… Every day.”
“I don’t know if he’ll see anything other than Nightmare when he looks at me.” You said sadly as your eyes found James across the pier. He was talking to Sam’s sister with his Vibranium arm extended as the kids hung from it. “I probably don’t deserve it anyway.”
“Can you stop with the pity party for five minutes and get him to stop flirting with my sister?”
“He sure moved on quick, didn’t he?” You sighed and let your feet carry you to James.
“I didn’t-“ Sam tried but you were already waking away. “I didn’t mean it like that!”
You easily snuck through the crowd, sidestepping and avoiding the locals in your way. They smiled at you and thanked you for your help - to which you smiled brightly and nodded in acknowledgment - but none of them really stopped your movement.
“Excuse me.” You said as you got to his side. “You kids don’t mind if I steal your jungle gym for a few minutes, do you?”
“What the hell?” He muttered as he saw you.
“No!” They groaned.
“Hey, Y/N.” Sarah smiled before turning to her kids. “Why don’t y’all go fix Y/N a plate?”
“Oh no, I-“ You tried but they were already running away. “I don’t plan on staying long, actually.”
“Oh come on!” She insisted. “You did as much for this boat as anyone else. Hell, probably more. Stay. Please?”
“I guess I can hang around for a bit.” You sighed in defeat.
“I’ll go find my kids with your plate.” She smiled knowingly before heading in the direction of the food table.
You smiled nervously and held a hand out to him. It was a silent request for him to follow you, for him to trust you. Hesitantly, he took it and allowed you to pull him away from the crowd and to a quieter location.
“Hi.” You offered nervously.
“Hi?” He scoffed. “That’s all you can say right now?”
“I’m sorry, I know you’re-“
“No, you don’t know.” He interjected suddenly. Your mouth closed immediately and you felt yourself shrink down a bit. Something about the sudden interruption made you feel small, your normal arrogance slipped away. “You don’t know what I’ve been going through.”
“I’m sorry.” You whispered as the tears began to threaten. “I needed everyone to believe she was dead.”
“That you were dead.” He corrected.
“Just let me explain.”
“You were her the whole time? Since I first met you?”
You nodded silently as you pressed your lips into a fine line.
“And you never told me?”
You shook your head.
“And you think a death bed confession - a fake death bed confession - makes everything okay?”
“I was scared!” You shouted, voice cracking. “How was I supposed to- to - to tell you when I was involved in everything? James, you were all I ever had to hold to.”
“Don’t give me that shit.” He rolled his eyes.
“It’s true! I never wanted to hurt you!”
“And I’m supposed to believe that? If you were always her, since we met, then how do I know that you weren’t planning something from that first night?”
“You really don’t trust me… I-” You realized sadly. “Tell me. What do you see when you look at me?”
His eyes scanned your face. You watched as his attention lingered on your scarred cheek before tracing the line over the bridge of your nose where your mask would sit. His focus went from one eye to the other before scanning your figure. He looked back at your eyes before looking at the top of your head, no doubt picturing the hood that sat low across your forehead for so many years.
“You only see her…” You spoke finally. He said nothing.
“Then I guess this was all for nothing.” You nodded as you shoved the box into his chest. “I don’t want it anymore but I can’t trust to get rid of it so I just thought…”
“What is it?”
“I thought that if I gave it to you, it would prove that… That she’s gone. And I’m still here. I always thought there’d be enough of me left that we could have a real chance but I- I guess I was only kidding myself.”
You hesitated for a moment as he opened the box. His eyes lingered on the familiar mask before looking back to you. You shrugged slightly as you took a couple backwards steps.
“And Sam wants you to stop flirting with his sister.” You added before turning on your heel and leaving.
Every step brought another tear falling down your cheeks. You kept your cries silent and your head down as you put more distance between you and the man who owned your heart since the moment you met him. And now, you found a chance to be free. To have a happy, quiet, domestic life. No kids, but that wasn’t what made a family.
A family was people who cared for each other. Who did things that should be impossible to protect those closest to them. Who would go to the ends of the earth and put the ones they loved as a top priority.
You had no family. Not anymore.
“So that’s it?” He asked as he caught up to you. He grabbed your wrist and stopped your feet, though the tears still ran. “You’re just gonna leave?”
“Why should I stay?” You squeaked before facing him. You knew your eyes were red. You knew your eyes were growing puffy and your cheeks flush and wet. But something in you wanted him to see how you were hurt. Maybe then he’d believe you. “You don’t want anything to do with me. This isn’t my family. It’s Sam’s… I’ve overstayed my welcome.”
“I never said that.”
“You didn’t have to! You only see Nightmare when you look at me and you only see the worst of her. You don’t see the girl who was beaten to a pulp when she stood up for you. You don’t see the girl who put your life and your safety above her own every single time. You don’t see the girl who stayed in a place she hated because she always felt like it was her fault.”
“What did you expect me to say?” He shouted quickly before running a hand over his face. “What do you want from me?”
“Nothing.” You whispered before you yanked your arm away. “Maybe you were right, hmm? Maybe I- I- I shouldn’t have jumped in front of every bullet meant for you. Cause what did it get me? A few scars and a broken heart.”
“Don’t- don’t go.” He tried as you hurried to leave. “Wait!”
“I never should’ve came here.”
“I’m sorry, alright? Just don’t go.”
“Goodbye, James.”
A moment of silence passed as you took a few steps.
“When you leave-“ He called after you, freezing you in place. No matter how you tried to leave, he kept pulling you back in and you wondered if he knew that… If he was doing it on purpose. “-will you forget me?”
“What?” You asked quietly.
“You think I’ll ever forget the way those eyes look at me? And that smile? Oh boy… I couldn’t forget that if I tried. And believe me, I tried.”
“Why are you telling me this?” You asked tiredly.
“Because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since I left you that first night.”
He carefully began to close the distance, as if you were a wild animal and a sudden move would scare you off. You noticed he still had the box in his hand.
“I thought about you every day, even when I didn’t know it. You were the constant in my head that I couldn’t get out.”
“Stop.” You took a hesitant step back.
“I thought you were dead.” He continued. “And then I saw that news story about you in Sokovia, but I didn’t know if it was really you. And when you talked about yourself before Siberia, I- I just wanted you back.”
“Just stop, okay?” You insisted. “I know I messed up a lot. I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I see that now. After everything I’ve been a part of, I can’t just show up and expect you to forgive me.”
“Now I have you back.”
“I’ll go.”
“I can’t lose you again.”
“I just wanted you to know the whole truth.”
“Stop talking for a minute and listen.”
“I wanted you to hear it from me.”
“Okay, that’s great. Now can I-“
“It’s not fair to-“
“No? Okay. Y/N?”
“-think that you-“
“Y/N.”
“What?”
“Please shut up.” He smiled gently.
“I should’ve left you alone.” You confessed. “All those years ago, at the Expo… I never should’ve-“
“Will you stop?” He said softly, tucking the box under his arm so he could put one hand over your mouth and the other behind your head. “You messed up. So have I. But Y/N, it’s always been you.”
“whatareyoutalkingabout?” Your question was muffled by his hand.
“I mean.” He chuckled softly and pulled his hand away, placing it on the side of your face instead. “Some part of me always knew that it was you by my side. I trusted Nightmare because I trusted you.”
“But I lied to you.”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve hurt you.”
“I know.”
“So you forgive me? Just like that?”
“No.” He shook his head with a chuckle. “No, I don’t forgive you for faking your death in my arms.”
You laughed once - nervous and relieved sound. You leaned into his touch slightly and that drew an enamored smile from him.
“I’m so sorry.” You said gently.
“I missed my girl… More than anything.”
“Yeah.” You nodded. “I missed her, too.”
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Life Without Colour {Part EIGHT}
Soulmate AU: Your vision is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. You and your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, aren’t each others soulmates but you love each other. He introduces you to his friends, the Avengers, and a very odd thing happens.
Characters: Steve Rogers x Plus Size Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Female Reader
Warning: mentions of blood, swearing, anxiety moments, nightmare mention
Note; apologies for the long delay, mentally I checked out to deal with some shit but I’m on holiday and feeling a lot better! hope u like it xxx over 7000 words!!!
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PART ONE
PART TWO
PART THREE
PART FOUR
PART FIVE
PART SIX
PART SEVEN
Bucky glanced at you every few seconds, needing to make sure that you were still with him and needing to know that you were okay. So far, you hadn’t quite moved from your spot of staring out of the car window, hell, you’d barely even blinked. He had asked you a few times if you were okay but each question was met with silence as its answer. He was worried about you, worried about the state of your mind after tonight’s events. Bucky had long since been used to the violence and the attempts on his life but you weren’t, you’d never known a life of violence and death and Bucky was worried that you might not be able to cope with it all. He wouldn’t blame you if you couldn’t cope, it was a lot to take in mentally and emotionally, it took him a long time to bring himself down from that place when he came to after the Winter Soldier situation. He hated that he was used to it; hated that he was desensitised to situations like this but he couldn’t help it.
Bucky continued to drive. It was late at night which meant he could drive that bit faster to get further from Hydra who would absolutely be hot on their trail. He had no idea how they’d found the two of you so fast. Maybe they’d been on you from the start and had just been toying with you? Maybe they got information from the car dealer at the airport? The old lady from the markets? Who knows? All Bucky knew was that you weren’t safe anymore and he had to get you out of there as soon as possible. The plan had changed since he started driving, he was going to take you someplace else (he had actually set up three safe houses in different states) but he realised that no matter what, they would keep hunting and you’d need to keep running. He knew what he had to do. He had to take you home.
Home wasn’t safe but nowhere was safe now. If he took you home, you’d at least have more people around to protect and look out for you. It was weird, Bucky knew that was what was best but he almost didn’t want to. He had enjoyed this time alone with you and he was worried about what would happen when you went home. You weren’t his girlfriend, you were Steve’s but Bucky was in love with you. He wasn’t sure how or when it really happened, all he did know was that you were the most important thing to him and he didn’t want to lose you. You had almost kissed, that much was true, but was that just a ‘we just survived something horrific and I want to get out my pent up aggression so let’s kiss’ kiss? Or was it a ‘recently I’ve been developing feelings for you and this is a terrible time for it but let’s kiss’ kiss? God knows. Bucky rubbed his face tiredly with his hand. When he was younger, in the 40s with Steve, he was much more capable of figuring out feelings and being open with them but now... now his heart had almost turned to stone.
Over the last nearly three weeks, you and Bucky had grown much closer than you both anticipated. Bucky knew that you felt something for him too, he knew you did, he’d seen the way you reacted when so close to him earlier. He smiled to himself as he thought about it but he knew that nothing could ever happen. You were Steve’s girlfriend and Bucky didn’t want to step in the way of his best friend’s relationship. For now though, Bucky would enjoy the fact that it was just you and him for a while longer.
It took you around 40 minutes of staring in silence out of the forwards facing window. Your eyes burned at the lack of blinking and your throat hurt from the hoarse crying, you cleared your throat and Bucky’s head snapped to you, “Hey,” he said quietly, “Lost you for a while there.” When you didn’t reply he told you that there was a bottle of water in the bag at your feet, “I didn’t have time to grab much so there’s just some water in the bag.”
You reached down, grabbing the bag and finding the water. It reminded you of the trip here. You’d cried so much that you had almost given yourself a migraine and Bucky had packed water. Now, not three weeks later, you were leaving although much sooner and in much worse condition. You downed the water before settling into your seat. Bucky reached behind him, grabbing his knitted blanket that you’d got him and his jacket, he set them on your knees gently, “I’m going to be driving a while so if you want to go back to sleep, feel free.” At the mention of sleep, you shot upwards, eyes wide with panic and heart immediately beating faster.
Bucky did a double take, “Whoa, whoa, what’s going on?” He asked, seeing the immediate panic in your eyes and all over your face.
“If I’m sleeping, what- what if you’re not there and something happens? What- What happens if they come back and find me?”
God, Bucky just wanted to hug you. He wanted to hold you close and tell you that he wouldn’t let anything happen to you. The way you looked, so sad and scared, made his heart absolutely ache. He shook his head, “I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I’m driving to the next state and then I’ll find a payphone and call home. When I get out of the car, I’ll be no less than two feet away from you, I promise you.”
You were terrified, terrified of him leaving, terrified of anything happening again, “You’ll stay the whole time? You’ll-You’ll stay with me?”
Bucky nodded, “I promise,” his voice was soft and so gentle, he knew how badly you needed that comfort and he would do anything to give it to you, “Get some rest, (y/n). I promise, I’ll be here when you wake up.”
After taking a deep breath, and making Bucky promise he wouldn’t leave two more times, you settled into your seat, the blanket draped over your knees but it was Bucky’s heavy leather jacket that you pulled around your torso and your face. You had the jacket gathered around your face, breathing it in. You didn’t really register what you were doing, too much in shock to really pay close attention, all you knew was that Bucky’s jacket smelled nice, it smelled of leather with a mix of pine, citrus and cologne. It was a comforting smell and soon, you were fast asleep cuddled into his jacket. Bucky glanced over at you one last time with a smile.
It was a few hours later when Bucky had driven well into another state that he felt comfortable stopping for a short while. He stopped on an empty highway which conveniently had a payphone. He pulled up a lot closer to the payphone than he should have but since he’d promised you no more than two feet then he really didn’t want to break that promise. He hoped that in stopping for a while, he wouldn’t let Hydra catch up but he’d driven hundreds of miles by now in a much faster speed so he hoped that it would be okay. He stretched when he got out of the car before checking his gun and knife were still in place before pulling out some money and punching in the one number that he knew by heart. It rang twice before they answered.
“Hello?”
“Steve, it’s me.”
“Bucky?” Steve Rogers said incredulously, “Why are you calling? What’s happened? Is (y/n) okay? Are you okay?” Steve fired question after question at him. He hadn’t been expecting Bucky to be in contact for at least a month and yet, not even three weeks later, he was calling him up.
“They found us,” Bucky said as he looked around, making sure no one else was there, “Two men broke into the cabin we were at during the night. (y/n)’s alive but... god, Steve, she’s really shaken up.”
“What happened? Can I talk to her?”
“She’s asleep just now,” Bucky watched you through the car window as he spoke, “You need to send a jet for us. We need to come home. It’s not safe now.”
“What happened, Buck?”
"Later,” Bucky said gruffly, “You need to send us a jet.” He didn’t want to waste time talking, he needed someone to come and get the two of you. Bucky glanced at you through the car window, he needed to protect you. As Steve’s questioning relented, Bucky recited the exact route he was on.
Steve told him that Nat, who had been in the same room as him whilst taking the call, was on the phone to Fury and, “Nat’s taking the jet, she should be there in around thirty minutes. Can you wait that long?”
Bucky glanced around, “We’ll wait, I’ll call you if anything else happens.” They hung up without exchanging another word, Bucky hadn’t wanted to stay on the phone too long. When he heard Steve’s voice, he had an overwhelming sense of guilt. He felt horrible about everything, about what happened, about his feelings for you... it was awful. Bucky hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. He was perfectly okay seeing life without colour if that meant things weren’t awkward and complicated. He just couldn’t bare it. He looked at you through the car window again and for a split second a thought appeared. She’s worth it.
After a minute of getting fresh air, Bucky went back into the car. He let you sleep another twenty minutes or so before he gently began to say your name to wake you up, “(y/n)?”
You shot upwards, terrified thinking that someone else was about to attack, Bucky was quick to calm you, “Hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s just me. (y/n), everything’s okay.” God, he hated seeing that fear in your eyes.
Your hands reached out, grabbing onto his arm tightly, “Bucky,” you whispered as you tried to catch your breath, “Everything’s okay?” You looked at him with worry in your eyes.
Bucky was quick to nod, giving your hand a small pat, “Everything’s fine.” He let you take a few calming breaths as he watched you carefully. He felt responsible for all of this, he should’ve eliminated the risk before you even knew about it but he couldn’t and he didn’t, “I called Steve.”
The mention of Steve made you frown, Steve... it took a few seconds before you remembered Steve. You were still in shock, too focused on what had happened mere hours ago so Bucky doesn’t take it to heart when you seemingly don’t remember your own boyfriend. When it hits you, you look up at Bucky, “He’s coming?”
Bucky shook his head, “He’s sending a jet and it’ll take us to the hospital.” Your panic spiked again but Bucky explained it would be routine, “You’re in shock and you need to be looked over. Me too. Hospital’s the safest place right now.” You nodded slowly and asked when they’d be here, Bucky shrugged and gave you a rough estimate of half an hour, “Are we safe?”
Bucky nodded, “Yeah. We are. I didn’t stop driving until we got here, we’ve been here for a while. I predict that they’d still be a couple hours behind us.” That estimate was a guess, he hoped that they’d be a couple hours behind but Hydra were sneaky and you could never truly figure them out.
It was then you realised that you were still holding onto Bucky’s arm. Quickly, as your cheeks burned, you let him go, apologising softly, “Hey,” Bucky said quietly, so gently and so carefully, “It’s okay, doll. Everything’s going to be okay.” You looked up at him, looking into those dark blue eyes, feeling yourself getting carried away in thoughts that could not ever happen. You felt as though he could really see you when you looked at him, like he could see into your soul, read your thoughts; it was silly, it was extremely ridiculous but that’s what a soulmate felt like. It felt like the last piece of your puzzle was right there, sitting in the car beside you, eyes boring into your own...
“(y/n)...” Bucky murmured softly. He had stopped himself from kissing you once before and now, he wasn’t sure if he could stop himself again. The pull was too strong, the pull was too much. You looked at him with the kindest eyes that he hadn’t seen in a long time, not since the 40s at least and all he wanted to do was tell you how he felt. He wanted to tell you that he was in love with you, tell you everything you made him feel and that he was wholly and irrevocably in love with you and you know what? You wanted him to. You wanted him to kiss you, you wanted him to tell you every feeling he felt for you, every reason why he felt it...
As Bucky moved closer, eyes fleeting between your lips and your eyes in a silent question of ‘is this okay?’, you began to hear a distant noise that began to get louder and louder. You and Bucky pulled apart, leaning forwards to look out of the window, “It’s the jet,” you said, recognising the S.H.I.E.L.D owned jet. You didn’t know why you felt a pang of sadness. Without a word, Bucky got out of the car, waving at arm at the jet to make sure it knew that you were here and grabbed the bags out of the trunk. You watched him get out and sighed before following suit and leaving the car as well. It took another minute or two before the jet had landed safely about 50 feet away from you.
You and Bucky stood beside each other, Bucky’s hand was on his gun just in case but a moment later, a familiar face appeared and was soon walking towards you. It was Nat. She wore a large smile, “When Steve told me that you were coming home, I had to be the one to come get you,” she said, loudly over the noise of the jet as she approached. Natasha Romanoff was not a very emotional or touchy feely person but when she got up close, she wrapped you in the tightest hug imaginable. You didn’t hug her back. You were thankful that she had came but you couldn’t give her that sort of emotion yet, you were in shock; you were traumatised. She pulled away with a frown, “You okay?”
Quickly, you glanced to Bucky who recognised your look as one of ‘help’ and he took over the conversation, “We need to get going,” he told Nat gruffly, “we don’t know how far out they’ll be.” Nat nodded, glancing back at you once more before she opened the back of the jet for you and Bucky to climb into. The other pilot was a S.H.I.E.L.D agent that you didn’t recognise.
“Strap yourselves in,” he instructed, “make sure the bags are secure as well.”
Bucky strapped in the bags as you strapped yourself in and he went to sit across from you but quickly, your arm shot outwards, grabbing his metal hand. He instinctively wrapped his vibranium fingers around your hand, “Sit beside me,” you said quietly, “please.”
Bucky nodded, dropping your hand, choosing not to think about how nice it felt to have you touch his metal arm and strapped himself in beside you. There was about 8 spaces in the back of the jet to sit and yet, you and Bucky were pressed against each other. You didn’t know why but you needed him beside you, you needed to feel him next to you, needed to feel that he was there with you always. You blamed it on what had happened, that you were still scared and fragile and needed someone there but as Nat prepared for take off, she looked at the pair of you and realised that it was far more than simply being scared; it was called being in love.
As Nat began to ready for take off, you dropped your head onto Bucky’s shoulder and closed your eyes. There was something so comforting about him, so peaceful and gentle, a side that he rarely got to show the world these days. Bucky hated planes, he hated flying and jets and all of that but when Nat took off, he barely registered that you were all in the air and instead, was more focused on the fact that you were falling asleep on his shoulder. He rested his head on the headrest, closing his eyes and enjoying the short while of peaceful time that the two of you would have left together.
He thought of Steve and what would happen when you saw him again. Would you completely drop Bucky? Would your feelings have changed for Steve? He had no clue. It was selfish of him to want you to stick around but he didn’t expect you to. What was three weeks with you to Steve’s year with you? It felt nice that you were so comfortable around him now, that you were depending on him to help you. For now, he would enjoy what little time he had left with you.
Getting from the jet to the hospital was all a bit of a blur. You and Bucky were rushed from the jet and rushed into the hospital. They had tried to separate the two of you but you refused point blank to go anywhere without him there. You lost Nat in the crowds of people who were checking you both over, forcing you to drink water and making you do all sorts of reaction tests. After that, you and Bucky were taken to a room with one hospital bed in it and a chair.
“Mr Barnes, if you’d like to follow me I’ll take you to your room,” the nurse said.
“No!” You exclaimed grabbing at Bucky and tugging him to your side. The way you gripped his arm and pulled him with all of your strength surprised Bucky, that you were so desperate to keep him there beside you; he was the only comfort right now, the only thing that stopped you from spiralling.
“Mr Barnes has a room of his own, it’s just beside yours. You can visit whenever you like.”
“No, he stays.”
“His room is next door.”
“Then wheel the bed in here.” Bucky couldn’t help but smirk at your stubborn responses.
The nurse, who was becoming more and more irritated by your demands, looked at Bucky and Bucky stepped forwards. Your hand fell to his and he wrapped his fingers around yours immediately. The two of you couldn’t help but notice how right it felt to be touching each other and to be holding hands but Bucky snapped out of it quickly, “Look, Nurse...” he trailed off reading the name on her badge, “Owens. Nurse Owens, we’ve been through something pretty awful and we’d appreciate it if we could just share a room. I’ll wheel the bed in, I’ll set it up, you won’t have to do anything.”
“I’m under orders from Director Fury to-”
“Who gives a shit about what he says, am I right?” Bucky scoffed out a laugh, “If he has an issue with it, tell him to come and see me.”
After a few more back and forths, Nurse Owens relented and asked two student nurses to wheel Bucky’s bed into your room, “Thank you, Nurse Owens!” Bucky called from the door once the student nurses were finished. You heard her huff ‘bloody superheroes’ from down the hallway. He closed the door behind him before taking a couple of steps towards you, “How you doing?” He dipped his head to meet your eyes and his voice, god, his voice was so soft and gentle like warm syrup drizzling over some pancakes on a warm Sunday morning.
“Sorry, I know I keep grabbing you and pulling you,” you apologised quietly, “I just...” You didn’t know what to tell him without telling him too much, “I don’t want to be alone right now.”
Bucky nodded, “It’s okay, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. I’ll stay as long as you need me to.”
It was a while later when Natasha knocked on the door and walked in. She had been pre-warned by Nurse Owens that Bucky was in there with you also, “I brought you both some clothes,” Nat said holding up two bags, “(y/n), I stopped by your apartment and lifted some of your own clothes. Barnes, I didn’t go to your apartment instead I got Clint to give me some of his for you.” She smiled sarcastically at you both.
“Thanks, Nat,” you said quietly. It was Bucky who got up to collect the bags from her. Nat frowned, you weren’t acting like yourself. She didn’t know what happened, no one knew but whatever it was, it must’ve been bad for you to not be able to look her in the eye.
“Oh, there’s toiletries and things in the bags as well. I thought that you’d probably want to take a shower. Barnes, I was told that you can go shower next door so that (y/n) can shower in here.”
Your head shot up, “No,” you said quickly. Nat’s frown deepened. She knew that fear in your eyes, she also knew that look in your eyes when you looked at Bucky... that was the look of love.
“I’ll stay here,” Bucky said, glancing back at you. He could tell by Natasha’s face that she was trying to figure out the relationship between the two of you, trying to figure out what was going on so he quickly said, “I’ll let (y/n) shower and get ready first, I’ll wait out here and then I’ll take a turn.” Natasha eyed the two of you carefully. Something was going on between you and Bucky and as your friend, she was determined to find out what was going on.
“If you need anything, I’ll be around.” She left with one last glance at you. Bucky closed the door and came to give you the bag of clothes that she’d brought for you. You thanked him quietly.
“You want to shower first?” He asked.
You nodded, taking your bag and walking into the adjoined shower room. For some reason, you were terrified as you walked into the shower room. You closed the door behind you before popping your head out a second later. Bucky looked over at you, “Can you pull that chair over and sit outside the shower room?” You asked him quietly, “Just so I know that no one will come in or-”
Bucky cut you off by dropping his belongings on the bed and pulling the chair over to sit outside the shower room. He gave you a soft smile as he did so, “I’ll be here, I promise.”
You breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he’d be there to keep you safe, and you felt comfortable to shut the door and turn on the shower. As you turned to take your top off, you realised that there was a slight spray of dried blood over your clothes. It was still a dark red though it was turning that sickly dried brown colour. Oh I wish I couldn’t see that colour. Bile rose in your throat as you looked at yourself before you quickly pulled your clothes off, dumping them in the bin before looking back to the mirror. You almost didn’t recognise yourself. You had dark bags under your bloodshot eyes, blanched skin and bruises on your body. The bruises would’ve been from jumping out of the closest and landing on that Hydra agent. It was your body, the same curves, the same stretchmarks and freckles but it was different now; it had been through something unbelievably terrifying. With a sigh, you stepped under the shower, letting the scalding water wash away some of the trauma.
As you showered, Natasha walked into your joint hospital room. She had a couple more bags, “Brought food, where’s (y/n)?”
“Showering.”
She frowned, “Why are you sitting directly outside?”
“She asked me to.” The two assassins stared each other down, stubborn as each other, “Thanks for the food.”
“Listen, Barnes, I don’t know your game plan here, I don’t know if you’re trying to break up (y/n) and Steve but they don’t need you interfering with them.”
Bucky rolled his eyes, “I’m not trying to interfere.”
“You’re in love with her, that’s so freaking obvious.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Wait until you stay awake half the night, not because you can’t sleep or because of a nightmare, but because you can’t stop watching her. Then come talk to me about who’s in love or not.” She gave him a sarcastic smile, “Just know that (y/n) is one of my closest friends and she’s been through enough. She might have gotten confused when you were away because it was only you and her and you’re apparently soulmates but don’t let that fool you. She loves Steve.”
Bucky raised his eyebrows and took a step towards her, “Why don’t you let (y/n) decide who she wants?”
Natasha smirked slightly, “So you do love her. Okay, just checking.” With that, she turned on her heel and left, leaving Bucky more confused than ever. With a sigh, he went back to his chair and sat down, thinking about what that exchange was all about.
You weren’t sure how long you showered for; minutes? Hours? Who knew? All you knew was that the feeling of the water hitting your skin, warm and fast, was therapeutic. You scrubbed at your skin until it was red raw and washed your hair once, twice, three times until you were certain that there was no grime, no blood and no trace of last night on your skin. Once you felt sufficiently clean, you turned the shower off. You glanced towards the door, “Bucky?”
“Yeah, doll?” He called, he sounded close, he was still sitting outside.
“I like that,” you replied, “I like when you call me that.”
“I like calling you it.” He smiled. God help me, I’m in love with my best friend’s girl.
As you got your bag with all of your clothes you couldn’t have been happier. Thank you Natasha Romanoff! She had packed your skin care and moisturiser along with some perfume and your own clothes. She was a saint. You moisturised your face before pulling on your own clothes. As you pulled them over your head, you realised they smelled like home; like you and like Steve. You inhaled the smell deeply, god, you forgot how much you missed that smell. Before you left the shower room, you looked at yourself in the mirror and realised that you looked and felt a lot better; you felt and looked more like yourself. The bags were still prominent under your eyes but you didn’t look so pale and didn’t look so terrified. Plus wearing clothes that were your own that suited your body and your curves was always a bonus.
You left a moment later to see Bucky sitting just outside. He got up and pulled the chair out of the way before drinking you in, “Wow,” he said softly, “you look... you look beautiful.”
“Oh, shut up,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes, “I’m wearing Christmas pyjamas in the middle of May!”
“No, I mean it,” Bucky said seriously, “You’re just lovely.”
You sucked in a deep breath as you looked at him, relishing in the way that he looked at you before snapping out of it, “Your turn,” you said, passing him a towel, “Do you mind if I sit here when you’re in too?”
He shook his head, giving you a smile, knowing that you needed to feel safe and if that meant you would be sitting right outside as he showered, so be it, “Go ahead.”
Bucky showered quickly, he was never a ‘stay and think’ in the shower kind of guy, so it wasn’t long before he was back outside, sitting on the foot of your bed as you sat at the top playing cards which he’d managed to get off one of the nurses.
The rest of the night went by peacefully. Steve hadn’t visited yet because he was in the middle of safeguarding the apartment again and getting things in place for that. Natasha was in the hospital, monitoring you and Bucky and checking on you routinely. You and Bucky played some cards until you started to yawn, “Don’t tell me that you’ll be sleeping on the floor in here,” you said to him as he climbed off of your bed and let you get settled.
He gave a short laugh, “Nah... I’ll be lying on the bed. Hospital beds are just as uncomfortable as the floor.”
As the pair of you settled into your beds, you found yourself staring up at the ceiling, staring into the darkness, “Bucky?” You asked.
“Yeah, (y/n)?”
“How do you deal with it?”
Bucky thought for a moment, “Therapy’s helped a lot, honestly. You know me, doll, you know that I still have nightmares. I didn’t deal with it for a long time and that shows. I go see my therapist and it doesn’t make everything perfect but it takes some of the mental toll away... To be honest, I don’t know if my nightmares and things will ever truly go away. I isolated myself from everyone... don’t do what I did.”
The two of you were silent for a long time, “You’re not going to leave after this, are you?” You asked him, “You won’t go back to Wakanda or anything?”
He peered over at you, seeing you looking at him, “I’m not going to leave, I promise.”
“I know that when we found out we were... you know,” soulmates, “that we were going to not see each other but...”
“Sweetheart, I don’t think I could stay away from you if I tried,” Bucky scoffed, turning to lie on his side so that he was facing you, “You’re under my skin, (y/n). No going back now.” It was some form of admission but the laugh that accompanied it made it feel a lot less serious than what it was.
“Tell me I’m going to be okay.”
“You’re going to be absolutely fine, (y/n).”
“Night, James,” you yawned, rolling over so that you were facing him. You gave him a smile before closing your eyes. Surprisingly, it didn’t take you too long to fall asleep. You thought that you’d struggle but your mind was a lot clearer and with Bucky there, you felt a lot safer.
Bucky watched you, listened to your breathing and your slight snores, he looked at the strand of hair that had fallen in front of your face, tickling at your nose and he cursed Natasha Romanoff for being right. He watched you for a long time, finding you so peaceful even when you snored, before he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
You woke up in the same exact position that you’d fallen asleep in. You woke up to see Bucky sound asleep which surprised you. You thought that he would’ve been awake before you, usually he was up and ready by the time you were just stirring. He looked strangely peaceful when he was sleeping, no frown lines, no seriousness; just peaceful. It was almost as though he could feel you staring at him when he frowned and opened one eye, “Why are you watching me?” He asked, voice groggy
“I am not watching you!” You rolled your eyes, sitting up, “I just happened to be facing that way and opened my eyes!”
He rolled over, “Yeah, okay, doll. You were too busy ogling me again.”
“Shut up, Barnes.”
After getting up and getting dressed, Director Fury walked into your joint hospital room, “Now, who in the hell was arguing with my nurses?” He asked, arms crossed over his chest. He was intimidating; reminding you of when you were at school and were caught chatting to your friend when you weren’t meant to.
“Uh... the two of us?” You offered.
“Nurse Owens is now demanding a pay rise telling me that she doesn’t deserve to be looking after demanding superheroes.” Ugh, we’re not even superheroes.
You and Bucky glanced at each other, trying to hold in laughter. Director Fury rolled his eyes, “I’ve been told that the two of you are fine to be discharged this morning. We’ve been unable to track down Rumlow and his men but we’re still looking.” At the mention of Rumlow, your smile fell and you remembered all of the shit that had happened, “We’ve not figured out how they tracked you both down yet, Agent Hill is sourcing the car as we speak so I’ll update you soon on that front. Any questions?”
The two of you shook your heads.
“Good, ain’t got no time for stupid damn questions,” Fury grumbled, “I need to take your accounts of what happened but you have a very persuasive boyfriend, Miss (Y/L/N). Captain Rogers has asked on both of your accounts to get back home, get settled and then tell us tomorrow.”
“Steve?” You asked quietly, “Is he here?” Bucky’s face flashed an unreadable emotion but quickly changed to that of his normal stony look.
Fury shook his head, “He’ll be here later with Agent Romanoff to collect you both.”
“Is home safe?” Bucky asked, “Will (y/n) be safe?”
“Rogers is setting up more precautions, we’ve evacuated half of the apartment building. The whole floor that you and Steve live on is full of SHIELD agents. We have a new door entry system, new cameras with facial recognition technology. If anyone comes in or out, we’ll know about it and we’ll know everything about them in twenty seconds.”
It honestly made you feel a little uncomfortable. All of this protection for you. You weren’t that special that you deserved this treatment. You didn’t feel as though you deserved this much attention or time. Steve would’ve pressed for Fury to put more guards and more security in the apartment building. This seemed a bit like overkill though but you wouldn’t say no to extra protection.
Fury left after telling you that he’d be in contact the next day. Bucky glanced at you, “Jeez, he’s a bit serious, isn’t he?”
You smiled slightly, “Just a bit.”
After having breakfast, unbeknownst to either of you, Natasha Romanoff stood down the hall, looking into the window of your joint room. She watched as you and Bucky played cards, laughing and smiling. Footsteps came up from behind her, “Are they here?”
She turned to meet Steve Rogers, “Yeah. They’ve been checked over and monitored all night. Fury was worried about (y/n) because she was really shaken up but she seems to be doing better now.”
Steve tapped his foot impatiently. It wasn’t like the Super Soldier to be nervous but he was terrified. He needed to make sure that you were okay, he was terrified in case you weren’t and he was terrified in care you were okay... okay with Bucky that is, “Can I see her?”
“Steve, before you do, I think you need to know something,” Nat said with a frown. Steve’s heart sank and his shoulders sagged, “Now, I don’t know what happened but it was bad. (y/n) wouldn’t look at me, wouldn’t hug me, would barely speak to me. She only wants him by her side, she refused to leave his side, fought a nurse over it as well because they tried to give them separate rooms. I don’t know if it’s a trauma related thing or a soulmate related thing but I wanted to prepare you for it just in case-”
Steve glanced up, spying you through the window. You looked beautiful as ever as you sat on the bed playing cards. He’d missed that sight, you with your hair down and laughing. Bucky sat at the end of the bed and he was... laughing? In recent years, Bucky wasn’t one to open up to anyone much and he rarely ever laughed but as Steve watched the two of you, he saw the little details. He saw Bucky lean forwards, closer to you to put down a card and you didn’t move away, he saw you touch his hand and Bucky didn’t flinch but most of all, he saw the smiles the two of you wore.
“She looks happy,” he said softly, “they both do.”
“She’s just as happy with you, you know,” Nat reminded him, nudging his side, “We don’t know what’s happened or what’s went on between the two of them so we can’t jump to conclusions.”
It was then that you happened to glance out of the window before looking back to your cards. Wait. You threw your head to the side to look out of the window again. There he was, in all of his six foot something glory, “Steve,” you whispered. Bucky’s head whipped to the side. You dropped the playing cards on the bed, the game abandoned as you clambered upwards, “Steve!” You threw open the hospital door, “Steve!”
You took off running for him, tears filling your eyes as your heart hammered in your chest. Steve’s face broke into a large grin seeing you rushing towards him, he opened his arms and readied himself for your impact. You crashed into him, throwing your arms around his neck, sobbing into his chest. You hadn’t realised how much you’d missed him, how much you needed to feel him, needed to smell his cologne and needed to touch him. He held you tightly, lifting you easily despite your weight because that’s the fun in having a Super Soldier as a boyfriend.
With one hand he stroked back your hair whispering soft words of encouragement, “I’ve got you, sweetheart, it’s okay now.” You wept into his chest, everything overwhelming you again; all of the trauma, all of the fear, all of the guilt over Bucky... everything was pouring out now. God, you missed him. Here he was, in the flesh, holding you tightly and telling you that everything was okay. You hadn’t realised how much you’d needed to hear that.
Bucky looked on as you reconnected with Steve. It hurt, it hurt a lot more than he thought it would. He wanted you to be that happy to see him, he wanted to hold you like that; he wanted you. Natasha watched him, gauging his reactions, before she approached him and casually said, “Get a good sleep?”
Bucky rolled his eyes, walking towards you and Steve. When you pulled away from Steve, Steve saw Bucky. They embraced for a moment before Steve went back to hold you, “Are you okay?” Steve asked you and then looked to Bucky, “Are the two of you okay?”
Bucky nodded, “We will be.”
Steve pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, “You ready to go home?”
You glanced to Bucky, locking eyes for a second. He wore an expression that you’d never seen him wear before... was that sadness? There was a look in his eyes, a look of pain or anguish and the way he looked at you almost screamed ‘don’t go’.
“Sweetheart?” Steve asked breaking you from your trance.
You looked to him and back to Bucky but when you turned to Bucky, he was his usual stony self, no emotion and unreadable, “Yeah,” you said eventually, “Yeah let’s go.”
“You coming, Buck?” Steve asked as he took your bags off of Bucky, “I’ll drop you off at your apartment.”
“No, it’s fine. I’ll just walk it.”
“Your apartment is like five miles from here,” you said with a frown, “Why don’t you just come with us?”
Bucky forced a smile, “I’ll walk, (y/n). Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. Could do with clearing my head a bit anyway... Will you let me know when you’ve got home safe?” He directed the question to Steve.
Steve nodded, “Sure. Tomorrow, Fury wants to get the full story from you both. We could talk after that, Buck, catch up?”
Bucky nodded, taking a step backwards, “Sounds like a plan. I’ll see you later.”
Steve began to walk away, his hand leading you in the opposite direction. You turned around, eyes meeting Bucky’s and there was that sad expression. God, you wanted to rush up to him and hug him, you wanted to stop him and say something; you wanted to do something but instead, you let Steve lead you out of the hospital and into his car.
Steve spoke softly to you, telling you some lighter pieces of news that had been happening, “Nat will probably want to tell you herself but she and Banner finally made it official...” You hummed in response, “Pepper found out that she’s expecting a little girl. Tony’s beside himself.” You hummed again. Steve glanced at you, concerned.
It didn’t take long before you were outside your apartment building and your heart began to speed up. You hadn’t been here in only three weeks but it felt like a lifetime ago that you were leaving with Bucky. Steve asked if you were okay to which you replied by shaking your head. He grabbed your bags and held your hand tightly, “It’s going to be okay,” he whispered as you slowly approached the looming building.
The new entry system asked your name and apartment number and scanned your fingerprints. Overkill. Soon, you were heading up the stairs and to your apartment. Your palms were sweaty and you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your ribcage at any minute. You didn’t know why you were so scared, was it because of what happened with Rumlow here or when you left? Whatever it was, it was taking all of your willpower to put one foot in front of the other and force yourself to walk to your apartment.
Steve unlocked the door and swung it open. You took a deep breath as the door opened to reveal... your apartment. You breathed out. There were no bad guys, no guns, no Hydra or SHIELD agents, it was simply yours and Steve’s apartment. Slowly, you walked inside. Steve let you test the waters first, he let you slowly re-enter your home and re-enter normality. He didn’t expect you to be instantly okay now that you were home. You’d had numerous traumatic experiences which had led up to this moment so he knew that you had to go at your own pace.
“Can you check the rooms?” You asked quietly, “Make sure it’s safe.” Steve didn’t even question it. Instead, he scouted every room and made sure that he’d checked every possible hiding place, “Thank you,” you whispered when he’d finished.
Gently, he took your hand and led you into the bedroom, “Get changed into comfortable clothes and I’ll make us something to eat, how does that sound?”
You nodded, “Sounds great actually.”
Steve had dropped your bags onto the bed, neither of you noticed the open letter slipping out and landing on the bed. You rifled your wardrobe, picking our some pyjamas before telling Steve that you were going for a shower. You could hear him shuffling around the house, clanging of pots and pans reassuring you that he was still close by. You didn’t need him by your side at all times, not like with Bucky. You tried to push Bucky out of your head, tried to make yourself stop thinking about him but it was becoming a bit futile now.
You were in the shower for a while, enjoying the water hitting down on your body. You skipped washing your hair this time which cut down your time significantly but by the time you were out, Steve had whipped up a quick meal of pasta for the two of you, “Smells amazing!” You said as you walked back into the bedroom to see Steve sitting on the bed with something in his hands, “You okay?”
It was then that you realised what was in his hands; his letter. He had told you to only open it if you started to feel something for Bucky Barnes, his best friend, and it had been torn open confirming his worst fears. You had developed some sort of feelings for Bucky and there was nothing Steve could do about it. He looked up at you, eyes so sad, “You opened it...” he said quietly, “You opened it.”
Oh, shit.
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Knock You Down
Summary: James Bucky Barnes is an avowed bachelor and one night stand artist. But when he meets you, he finds out that sometimes love comes around, and it knocks you down.
Word count: less than 2K
Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader
A/N: This fic was in part inspired by Seb Stan's latest pics and this press run 🫠, and partially inspired by an old song by some problematic people, lol. This is the result. As usual, I am Basil Exposition, so this is broken into parts. Part II is already in the queue and will be posted on Friday, 10/11.
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Slow burn, cursing, mutual pining, Bucky the player, wild thoughts, kisses on the hand and the cheek. No sex!
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"Won't see it coming when it happens. But when it happens you're gonna feel it, let me tell you now."
Bucky always scoffed at Steve’s advice. He and Sam never understood his solitary bachelorhood and his one night stand lifestyle.
The truth was, he hadn’t met anyone who held his interest enough to warrant a second date, much less anything beyond one casual hookup. So, he never made promises that he couldn’t keep, and most women said they were down for that.
Even if they were lying to themselves.
At 42, James Buchanan Barnes was too dedicated to his business, ostensibly as an art dealer, for a serious relationship. The truth was that he dealt in many things, and that was why his business needed so much attention.
His life and everyone’s around him depended on it.
Bucky Barnes wasn’t going to get caught slipping.
In love or in business.
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The first time you met James Buchanan Barnes, on what you thought would be a random Monday afternoon, he appraised you in a way that shook you to the core, those ocean blue eyes looking into your soul. You felt as if he were evaluating a piece of art as he gazed at you across his desk.
You couldn’t know that he felt the exact same way.
His eyes never strayed from your face as he shook your hand, but he’d noticed every bit of you as you entered his gallery, Rebirth. You were more stunning than any piece of art that he’d ever curated in the space.
While nothing like his normal type, you made Bucky feel as if he’d been so wrong about so much in his life the moment you entered his orbit. He had to get to know you to find what he’d been missing.
This afternoon you were a sight to behold and serving body. Although you were covered from neck to shin in an elegant sheath dress, the high, wrapped waist was giving all of your bounteous curves up to whoever glanced at you. And you had heads turning.
Steve, Sam, and even Natasha craned their necks to watch you as you entered Bucky’s office. And he could have sworn that Nat’s neck was at a 90 degree angle as she watched you leave her desk just outside his door.
You were fine as hell.
Bucky was entranced by dreams of handling your curves and making you smile at him forever.
As Bucky dreamed, you admired the man in front of you. Tall, dark, and handsome, Barnes wasn’t a young man, but the gray in his beard and the crinkles around his eyes made him that much more attractive.
Even more attractive than in the paparazzi pics of him with various young models and actresses of the moment, waifs and ingénues with whom he was never photographed twice.
You just knew you were safe from any advances from him.
You thought.
“Enchanté, Ms. Y/LN. It is a pleasure to meet you."
Bucky lowered his head as he greeted you, a slight bow and extended his hand to his desk. You noticed the tattoo that started on his hand and seemed to go up his sleeve and went in the direction he pointed.
"You know, you are quite tenacious. I don’t take many meetings with potential buyers. But all of my people told me that I should.”
The silk of his voice, the unexpected tenor of it, and the way he took your hand made you shiver at the aura of experience that he gave off.
The word Daddy floated around in your mind for a moment until he invited you to sit.
You had to concentrate on the business at hand, that of negotiating for a piece of art for the Art and Culture Center in Brownsville, of which you were the director. The purchase was made possible by benefactors to commemorate a deceased Brownsville artist who became famous, then forgotten, during the Harlem Renaissance.
“You’ve made it past Ms. Romanoff, my gallerist, Mr. Wilson, my business manager, and Mr. Rogers, my gallery director, Ms. Y/LN. What makes you think that I’m going to give you a different answer? Letting that piece go for the price you’ve proposed is not a good business move.”
“You can’t afford to miss out on this opportunity, Mr. Barnes. Yes, you will be taking a loss on the artwork, but you will be on the ground floor of a major rediscovery. You will be known as one of the few who helped to resurrect the brilliance of the artist Howard Benson. You can be the Alice Walker to his Zora Neale Hurston.”
And that is when Bucky leaned back in his chair, astounded at your shrewd calculation.
“I love the way your mind works, Ms. Y/LN.”
You smiled and settled back into your chair, causing Bucky to shift in his chair. He wanted to be buried in you. He appraised and decided that he liked the pout that changed your lips almost as much as the smile that initially greeted him when he replied, “But that price is still unacceptable.”
You raised an adorable eyebrow at him and rose to the challenge that he lay at your feet ready to tangle with the inimitable James Barnes. The conversation stretched from early afternoon to dinner time, making you suspect that Barnes was drawing it out for some reason. You matched him, point for point, until it was dark. But he yielded no ground.
The conversation was intellectual foreplay: art history, sociology, american politics. And it was the most stimulated you’d been in a while.
You could do this all night.
Your phone buzzed and you looked down. There were several text messages and emails lighting up your screen. You’d been in deep with Barnes for hours. It was after 6 pm. It seemed like only minutes. You noticed that it was only you and Bucky left in the gallery and rose to excuse yourself, albeit reluctantly.
“Oh! I’m sorry to keep you so long. I’m sure that you must have plans.”
You’d done your research and you knew that there was probably someone little more than half Barnes’ age waiting for him. When you searched social media, there was a sighting or spotted every month or so of Bucky and a young, beautiful woman.
You reached for your coat, but Bucky was behind you in seconds, taking it from you and helping you put it on. You shivered at his breath at your throat and his hands on your collarbone as he draped the lapels over your neck. His deep chuckle made your stomach flip. He saw right through you.
“No one is waiting for me but my cat, Alpine. How about you, Ms. YLN? Anyone waiting for you in Brownsville?”
“Not tonight. No.”
Why in the world were you doing the sultry whisper thing? This man didn’t want you.
Did he?
You cleared your throat and you felt dizzy when you looked up and saw how close he was standing to you. Those eyes and the smile that graced his handsome face had you warm, but the way he licked his lips had you spiraling.
Bucky pushed down a mild sense of panic that someone might be expecting you some other night, but that was irrational. Competition never ever entered his mind when he talked to other women.
What was happening here?
“Well I would consider myself extremely fortunate and would be honored if we could continue this conversation over dinner.”
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The way James Barnes turned your meeting into a dinner date had your head spinning, but the wonderful conversation and easy, light hearted banter eased your mind. As soon as the first course was served at your table at dinner at Bohemian, he agreed to your initial price.
From there, once the terms were settled, the conversation turned to more personal questions, each of you sharing the stories of your life in your town, his childhood in Romania, your childhood in Brooklyn, and lots of funny stories.
At one point early in the night, Bucky stopped you from calling him Mr. Barnes.
“Please. Call me James. Or you could call me Bucky. My Friends call me Bucky. For my middle name, Buchanan. Bucky is short for Buchanan.”
Bucky found himself rambling. He had not been this nervous in a while.
You looked at him quizzically. At that moment, he would give you anything you were about to ask of him.
“Do you have a lot of friends? I mean, do a lot of people call you Bucky?“
Godamn, the husk in your voice, those lips, those eyes. Everything about you was about to set him on fire.
“I have a few who are in my close circle. Natasha, Steve, Sam. They and a very few others call me Bucky. Most people I speak with call me Mr. Barnes...”
You nodded slowly, licking your lips, making Bucky feel it in his cock.
“Then I will call you James.”
He got your subtle meaning. You wanted to be different.
And you were. So very different.
After almost five hours of the best conversation and laughter, he proposed another time for you two to meet before the week was up, on Friday. He had made it clear at dinner that now that business was concluded that he wanted to spend time with you.
Friday night would be a date, the second one at his insistence.
You debated that fact as his driver took you home, even up until he walked you to the door of your brownstone.
He leaned against your doorframe and checked you out as you retrieved your keys from your purse. When you turned and caught him looking, you gasped, causing him to straighten up and move toward you, eyes dilated.
“It will be our second date,” you conceded.
Bucky’s mouth curled into a smirk as he grabbed your hand and lifted it to his mouth. Your soul burned as he pressed his lips to your palm. It was like the hint of a drug in your veins and you wanted so much more.
“What made you change your mind?”
That voice. Did you have a voice kink? Good lord.
You flushed, both at the images that were racing through your mind, and at the arbitrary three date rule you’d made up a while ago. Why was that again?
You cleared your throat.
“Because of the way you are looking at me, James. And the fact that you just kissed me.”
“Is this a kiss?”
“Ummhmmmm.”
You hummed as Bucky raised his eyebrow and your hand again. This time, he brushed his lips against your wrist and inhaled the perfume lingering there. You were about to melt.
Bucky didn’t even know what he was doing. The next step in his mind was to open his mouth and consume you, but he opened his eyes and spied you looking at him in that way, and he knew he had to stop. He didn’t want this to be like all of his other conquests.
He straightened up, but didn’t let go of your hand, entangling your fingers together.
“You are correct, Y/N. In my mind, this is a date. I am interested in you, for more than just your taste in art. I hope that this is the first date of many.”
You were bowled over at his straightforwardness. It was not what you were used to. This was a man, not a boy in mens clothing.
“I appreciate your honesty, James.”
You went on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek, your lips lingering on the black and grey stubble so close to his lips. You turned around, giving him a view of your backside as you opened your door.
“And your ambition.”
You gave him that smile again with a wink, and your “Goodnight, James,” floated up to him on cloud nine.
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Part II here.
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TFAWS EP 3: *screeching intensifies*
Bucky “Let me float you a hypothetical” Barnes.
Sam “Keep talking but I want it on the record that I objected to this plan” Wilson
Damn Zemo got a whole ass jet and garage of cars. How is it that his assets were still intact after he was arrested? Can you get Sam his loan please, daddy?
On a serious note, to all those saying the stakes in Civil War were fake bc tony and Steve made up I demand you look at all the ways team cap was affected by the accords.
The theme of “doing the right thing above all else” is clearly so important to both Sam and Bucky. Goddamn I love team cap 😪
Sharon is a wealthy art dealer and I love it!
People including me were so worried about her being just another love interest but she literally saves their asses twice!!! She has agency and motives entirely her own.
The entire Madripoor sequence was gorgeous. Nothing was half assed set and cinematography wise.
The baby bois all dressed up and ready to kill people 🔪
Sam caring and being worried about Bucky like 🥺
I am honestly so fucking proud of Bucky for being strong through Zemo’s orders. It had to be so hard. Can someone tell bucky “I’m proud of you”?
Goddamnit take your eyes off Zemo for one second...oh wait he didn’t betray them yet...
No! Sharon come back! *grabby hands*
Anyone notice how the CIA was the first to try and make the serum after Siberia. The CIA who literally locked up and hunted Bucky another super soldier then tried to lock up cap. Same agency. No wonder the world hates American imperialism jezusssss
Sam: “I made a mistake (with the shield)...” yes! Say it! “I should have destroyed it.” Goddamnit smdh.
I get the shield is a mixed legacy but you can’t also destroy the good and the potential for good. One of the examples is sitting right in front of you, Sammy. Also I REFUSE to believe that SAM “on your left” WILSON would destroy his one gift from cap. I suppose “I should have kept it in my house” doesn’t sound as dramatic🙃
Bucky says he’d take over the shield before letting it be destroyed. Hopefully as Sam warms to Bucky he’ll see how the shield can symbolize good.
Truly I believe symbols/mantles are just tools that you can use for good or evil. I believe that in Sam’s hand it could be used for good. It’s a lot to ask but I forget the saying but something like: “those who fear power are the best people to hold it”
It’s so hard to know who is the “bad guy” in this show. Probably the point I know. The freedom fighters have a seemingly good agenda but then they blow up a building. Smdh we don’t trade lives dontcha know...
Who is the power broker? What’s his plan? We haven’t met him/her yet...
Bucky likes 40s music and is PROUD of it. He wrote his redemption list in Steve’s notebook 😭
Fake!cap gets 0.0001% of the screen time 🤣😂(which I find so mf comforting 😘, maybe that’s why I like this episode so much). That being said gotta analyze the small time he did have... he literally thinks he’s TOO GOOD to speak in another language than English. Forces his friend to do the talking but still expects respect 😬. Fuuuuck u fake!cap 🖕🏻. I’m sorry my non American friends. We don’t know this white man 🙇🏻♀️
The ending THE ENDING had me YeLLiNg at the screen. Fakdkwbfjw I’m not gonna spoil it but I just-
On the writing/directing- I feel this episode had better pacing of rising action and drama. More showing less exposition dump which honestly is hard in marvel (some audience are walking encyclopedias and some just started watching this year).
The traumaaaaaaa in this whole show. I just wanna give everyone a 1 minute hug. Godddamn. Especially given the context of this show coming during the covid pandemic hits so hard 🙃
Fr though I know the topics in this show are triggering for some people so please take care of yourself ❤️
On another level I think it’s kinda funny how Steve thought he was so special for having the serum then it was like ACTUALLY Bucky is a super soldier OH AND there are more super soldiers in Siberia. OH and like 8 more super soldiers in TFAWS. Oh there’s ALSO a black super soldier. 😂 like Steve is still special because of his morals and personality but yeah... love you cap 😘
Please feel free share your thoughts! Would make my day! Love ya’ll💕
My episode 2 review:
#romanogers#mcu#captain america#marvel#avengers#black widow#natasha romanoff#steve rogers#capwidow#tfaws#tfaws spoilers#sambucky#sam wilson#sharon carter#bucky barnes
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simmer and masterlist
Just wanted to put everything in one place! You can find me on AO3 but everything is below the cut :) this is a side blog! if you see me out in the wild, it’s under @simmerandcry
Current series:
Sink Into Me - Complete
Pairing: mob boss! Steve Rogers x plus size! reader
Summary: You were simply doing a good deed, pulling the handsome stranger out of the way when a car jumped the curb. Little did you know that the life you saved belonged to Steve Rogers, the Army veteran turned art dealer with connections to the Brooklyn crime syndicate.
Steve Rogers, who won’t stop calling you his guardian angel.
Steve Rogers, whose new goal in life just might be repaying his debt to you.
Steve Rogers, who isn’t shy until it comes to his feelings and will stop at nothing to keep you safe.
Chapters: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09
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Other Works including Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam/Sharon, Stucky/OC under the cut
Bucky Barnes
Blink Twice - complete It was just an undetermined amount of time in a safehouse with a stranger: Bucky “I didn’t come here to make friends” Barnes himself. Would it really be all that different from your lonely life with your cat in the city? Bucky was basically a cat, anyway. He was quiet on his feet, only really made noise when it was dinner time, and you both seemed to just coexist without acknowledging each other. His mandate was to keep you safe. What could go wrong?
[Part 01] [Part 02] [Part 03] [Part 04] [Part 05] [Part 06]
Try Again - one shot Bucky has five not-so-good dates and one not-so-terrible, sort-of-promising date. Aka “Bucky Barnes Tries and Quits Online Dating”
Lower The Stakes - in progress (Bucky/OC) Bucky Barnes still isn’t sure of his place in the world. For Haley Fisher, making new friends has always felt like a challenge. Though getting a second chance at life gave her the opportunity to reinvent herself and determine where she fit into the world again. It’s time to shift the expectations and determine what she really wants ’Aka the post Falcon and the Winter soldier friends-to-lovers mini series no one asked for, featuring one ‘grumpy but warming up’ centenarian and one ‘coming into her own’ plus sized original character!
[Part 01] [Part 02] [Part 03]
Steve Rogers
Hands of Fate - one shot Soulmate AU - The idea of the universe bringing you and your soulmate together was laughable. How could there be one person destined for each person on the planet? Despite the evidence staring you in the face, you didn’t believe it. Nope, you were likely going to be unbound forever. Until suddenly finding yourself in the middle of a bank robbery isn’t actually the ‘wrong place at the wrong time’ - it’s just the universe trying again.
Strangers - one shot When your subway ride home takes a turn for the worst, you hope a stranger in a coffee shop will help you out.
Just You and me - one shot Steve Rogers has a bad habit of finding himself at your door, again and again. But will you let him in? Inspired by 'The Last Time' by Taylor Swift ft. Gary Lightbody
Other
A Very Thin Line (Sam/Sharon) - one shot
Show Me, Don’t Tell Me (Steve/Bucky/OC) - complete
Only For A Moment (Steve/Bucky/OC) Sequel - in progress
#simmerandcry#simmerandwrite#masterlist#marvel fanfiction#steve rogers x reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x original female character#bucky barnes x oc#bucky barnes x original character#steve rogers x bucky barnes x oc#my ot3
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Marvel OC Masterlist 1
Name: Adelaide Stark
Title: Beyond The Archetype
Faceclaim: Jenna Louise Coleman
Love interest: Sam Wilson
Summary: Adelaide Stark had always had a lot to live up to. Her dad always tried not to put a lot of pressure on her, but the rest of the world hadn’t been so kind. So, Adi spent the first seventeen years of her life working and studying to follow in her family’s footsteps and work on military technology. But when her father goes missing in her senior year of high school, her world falls apart. And when he comes back, alive and a superhero, she has to rebuild herself and her dreams. Now, not only Tony Stark’s daughter, but also Iron Man’s daughter, Adi realizes that maybe it’s time for her to stop following, and to do something for herself instead.
Name: Adonis Stark
Title: Stars Defied
Faceclaim: Colin Donnell
Love Interest: Orion Royce
Name: чудо | Adriana Stark
Title: Like The Sun (We Will Live To Rise)
Faceclaim: Madison McLaughlin
Love interest: Peter Parker?
Name: Alana Stark
Title: Born To Die
Faceclaim: Madison Davenport
Name: Alena Zemo
Title: Untitled
Faceclaim: Poppy Drayton
Love Interest: Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes
Name: Alessia Stark
Title: When Tomorrow Comes
Faceclaim: Melissa Benoist
Love Interest: Steve Rogers
Summary: “So this Doctor Banner was was trying to replicate the serum they used on me?” “A lot of people were, only one succeeded.” “Who?” “Howard Stark.” -Steve Rogers and Phil Coulson
When Alessia Stark was sixteen, her dad used her to test out a new super serum. He succeeded, and died a week later. Aly Stark has never wanted to be a hero, despite the serum running through her veins. She grew stronger, her aging slowed, she had even developed an inhuman healing factor, but she still didn’t want to be a hero. Until her twin brother - now over a decade older than her - is kidnapped by terroists and returns a superhero. Aly may not want to be a hero, but she’ll be damned if she leaves her brother to fight alone
Name: Alvina Strange
Title: Paradox
Faceclaim: Alba Baptista
Name: Angelina Stark
Title: Cheap Tricks (And A Cheesy One-Liner)
Faceclaim: Phoebe Tonkin
Name: Angie Stark
Title: Turn Back Time
Faceclaim: Malina Weissman
Name: Antonia Stark-Parker
Title: The Final Countdown
Faceclaim: Olivia Holt
Summary: Years after the final battle against Thanos; after Tony and Natasha died and Steve stayed in the past, after Bruce became Professor Hulk and Clint retired again, their daughters are all grown up with children of their own. In their defence, they didn’t realize that their parents’ time fuckery and infinity stone usage would pass onto the newest generation, leaving them with six superpowered girls, each with the power of an Infinity Stone. And they certainly never expected the girls, the self proclaimed New Avengers, to decide to fix the mistakes that their grandparents made, starting back at the very beginning, with the Battle of Manhattan. And no, you can’t ask about their dad, thank you.
Name: Anya Barton
Title: What Happened In Budapest (Doesn’t Stay In Budapest)
Faceclaim: Emma Stone
Love interest: Bucky Barnes
Summary: What happened in Budapest? Clint and Natasha took out an arms dealer, saved the world, had a baby, learned that the Red Room lied about sterilizing Natasha, and killed a few people. Now all grown up, Anya Barton is the newest SHIELD recruit, and almost immediately, aliens invade and a god brainwashes her father; that’s a hell of a first day. But Anya is the daughter of two of the greatest spies in the world, she’s not going down without a fight. Not when aliens invade, not when SHIELD is revealed to be Hydra and she has to go off the grid, and definitely not when, in Budapest of all places, she meets a man with a metal arm who’s also trying to hide from whatever is left of Hydra.
Name: Aphrodite
Title: The Course of True Love (Never Did Run Smooth)
Faceclaim: Vanessa Morgan
Love interest: Thor
Summary: Aphrodite could barely remember her home planet of Olympus, thanks to Odin destroying it when she was a child. As the sole survivor of the Olympian gods, Odin decided that she was “useful” enough to keep, and brought her to Asgard. Clearly he’d never considered the consequences of murdering her entire world and taking her hostage, as he somehow still expected her to be loyal to her. Unfortunately for Odin, that plan was as stupid as the rest of his ideas; Aphrodite had never been loyal to him, her loyalty had always been to the next king of Asgard, and when he sends Thor to earth, he’ll learn just how far a goddess of love is willing to go to make sure he doesn’t cost her another family.
Name: Aria Parker
Title: The Art of Disappearing
Faceclaim: Natalie Dormer
Love interest: Steve Rogers
Summary: Peter Parker was hardly the first enhanced Parker. His aunt Aria had been born with the ability to control the elements. At eighteen years of age, she dropped off the face of the earth, and no one, not even her cousins Ben and Richard, had any idea where she’d gone. Most people thought she was dead, until ten years later when she helped Clint Barton find his dog in Central Park, and somehow befriending he and Natasha Romanov. Even then, though, most of the world didn’t know who or where she was; not until Shield fell apart and Natasha found herself reaching out to the only person she trusted who had no affiliation with Shield or Hydra.
Name: Arielle Stark
Title: Piece By Piece
Faceclaim: Nina Dobrev
Love Interest: Steve Rogers
Name: Aris Stark
Title: Forged In Iron
Faceclaim: Olivia Holt
Love Interest: Peter Parker
Summary: All Aris Stark wanted to do was train for the Olympics - gymnastics, specifically - and go on dates with Peter. Of course, being Iron Man’s daughter and Spiderman’s girlfriends complicated things, but Aris could handle complicated. Everything was perfect, until both her dad and boyfriend hopped on a ship to outer space while some crazy alien tried to destroy the universe. She waited in the compound, preparing all of the ways that she would yell at them for scaring her. And then she woke up, the compound on fire and crumbling around her, Tony and Peter nowhere to be found. And if that weren’t confusing enough, suddenly she was glowing.
Name: Asteria “Stargirl” Quill
Story: Made Of Stardust
Faceclaim: Chloe Grace Moretz
Summary: If Peter Quill had known that some species didn’t have gestation periods, he might have been a lot more selective about who he slept with. But, he hadn’t, and so, he wasn’t. And so, he found himself with an infant daughter. Half alien, all ravager, Asteria “Stargirl” Quill is all about profit and adventure, just like her dad. But when a fight breaks out during a sale, and she and her dad get arrested with a green girl, a racoon, and a tree, everything is about to change.
Name: Athena Stark
Title: Iron Princess
Faceclaim: Zoey Deutch
Love Interest: Peter Parker
Summary: Athena Stark had a plan. She was going to be the valedictorian for her grade at Midtown High, then an undergrad in Poli Sci at Yale, then law school at Harvard, and then she would become president of the United States. She would change the laws in order to better protect superheroes like her father, and she would make him proud. But then her dad brings Spiderman to Berlin for a fight, and Peter Parker comes back talking about a Stark Internship that definitely doesn’t exist. Athena’s life plan never accounted for Superhero Liaison, let alone for becoming a superhero herself, but Starks are made of iron and Athena will make it work.
Name: Aurora Hansen Stark
Title: The Future In Silver and Gold
Faceclaim: Bailee Madison
Love Interest: Peter Parker
Summary: “Please don’t tell me there’s a 12 year old kid waiting in the car that I’ve never met.“ Actually, she’s thirteen and at home, but with Killian having killed her mother, Aurora Stark is about to find out the truth about her mysterious father. Unfortunately, as unprepared as Tony is for a daughter, Aurora is equally unprepared for a father, and getting used to each other will be harder than either of them could have ever anticipated.
Name: Octavia Ava Potts
Story: Golden Child (Grew Up)
Faceclaim: Danielle Rose Russell
Love Interest: Peter Parker
Summary: A lot had changed for Ava, since her father died. She had moved in with her Aunt Pepper and Tony; aliens had invaded New York, they had moved to Malibu, she had gotten kidnapped, they — well, you get the picture. A lot had changed for Ava over the years, but as she settled into her life at Midtown High, she thought that the craziest of changes were in her past. And then the Avengers break up, and she discovers that one of her closest friends is hiding a secret not too different from her own.
Name: Bennett Parker-Maximoff
Title: The Final Countdown
Faceclaim: Danielle Campbell
Summary: Years after the final battle against Thanos; after Tony and Natasha died and Steve stayed in the past, after Bruce became Professor Hulk and Clint retired again, their daughters are all grown up with children of their own. In their defence, they didn’t realize that their parents’ time fuckery and infinity stone usage would pass onto the newest generation, leaving them with six superpowered girls, each with the power of an Infinity Stone. And they certainly never expected the girls, the self proclaimed New Avengers, to decide to fix the mistakes that their grandparents made, starting back at the very beginning, with the Battle of Manhattan. And no, you can’t ask about their dad, thank you.
Name: Betsy Walker
Title: Chasing Shadows
Faceclaim: Amanda Seyfried
Love Interest: Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes
Name: Bianca Davis
Title: The American Dream
Faceclaim: Kat McNamara
Love interest: Steve Rogers
Summary: Being 26, in Washington DC, and working at the Smithsonian Museum of Air and Space wasn’t exactly where Bianca ever imagined herself, but it’s a pretty fun gig, and a great stepping stone to becoming a Smithsonian Curator. And she gets to work in the Captain America exhibit, which has always been a fascination of hers. Twenty six and working a good job in her field of studies is more than most recent graduates can say, but her life is still completely mundane–until the day Steve Rogers walks into her exhibit for the first time.
Name: Brinley Brant
Title: Because I Could Not Stop For Death (He Kindly Stopped For Me)
Faceclaim: Lili Reinhart
Love Interest: Peter Parker
Summary: There had been four Brant sisters, once. Beatrice and Bridget, twins and completely inseparable; Betty, the oldest, brightest, best; and Brinley, the middle child, overlooked, and Betty’s biggest fan. And then, the decimation. Three sisters and their father waiting by the door for Betty to come home, to tell them she was alright and laugh about them worrying. But she never did. With a dead sister and a dying mother, it fell to Brinley to fill the gap. Day by day she became more and more like her sister, no longer able to differentiate between her reflection and Betty’s pictures, until one day she woke up and realized that she was a whole year older than Betty would ever get to be. And then the Avengers reversed the blip, and when the doorbell rang, Betty had finally come home.
Name: Brynhilde Parkerdottir
Title: The Final Countdown
Faceclaim: Jenny Boyd
Summary: Years after the final battle against Thanos; after Tony and Natasha died and Steve stayed in the past, after Bruce became Professor Hulk and Clint retired again, their daughters are all grown up with children of their own. In their defence, they didn’t realize that their parents’ time fuckery and infinity stone usage would pass onto the newest generation, leaving them with six superpowered girls, each with the power of an Infinity Stone. And they certainly never expected the girls, the self proclaimed New Avengers, to decide to fix the mistakes that their grandparents made, starting back at the very beginning, with the Battle of Manhattan. And no, you can’t ask about their dad, thank you.
Name: Brynn Bates
Title: Dust To Dust
Faceclaim: Erin Moriarty
Name: Calypso Lokidottir
Title: This Is Your Kingdom
Faceclaim: Emilia Clarke
Love Interest: Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes
Summary: Calypso “Callie” Laurens had always known that she wasn’t normal, no one had ever tried to spare her from that truth. With her silver-white hair, her fondness for “renaissance fair” dresses, and her Shakespearean speech, it would have been impossible for her to not know that she was strange. What she didn’t know was that her name wasn’t Calypso Laurens, but rather Calypso Lokidottir, princess of Asgard and daughter of Loki. But, when a strange hammer shows up in her town, one that only she can lift, Calypso is about to learn everything that Odin never wanted her to know, including why she was cast away to Midgard in the first place.
Name: Constance Osborn
Title: Rise Above
Fandom: The Amazing Spider-Man
Faceclaim: Lily Collins
Summary: At five years old, Constance Conwell lost her mother. Suicide, she was told; her fault, the note said. She never knew the details, but the men in the suits read her the note, made sure she knew just how much her mother had hated her — so much that she chose death over her daughter. It hadn’t made sense, her mother had always seemed so happy to spend time with her daughter, but the note said otherwise. So Constance was packed up and moved to New York, where she met Norman Osborn — the cold man with empty eyes who was apparently her father — and Harry Osborn — with his warm hugs and soft eyes and endless excitement to have a little sister. Harry, with his best friend Peter; Peter who had also just lost his parents, and Harry, who always knew when she needed to be distracted and when she just needed someone to sit with her. At five years old, Constance Conwell lost her mother, and Constance Osborn found her brother.
At eleven years old, Constance Osborn lost her best friend. Boarding school, her father had explained, packing Constance and Harry into the private jet and sending them to Europe. But they both knew the truth; Norman just didn’t want them. So they went — first to England, then France, then Switzerland, and so on so forth as various disciplinary infractions kept them shuffling between schools. With no Peter Parker, with no best friend to keep them in line, the Osborns fell apart faster than the tabloids could keep up with. At eleven years old, Constance Osborn lost her best friend. She never found another.
At sixteen years old, Constance Osborn loses herself. Only a few months out from graduation, her dad asks to see her — the first time he’s asked to see her since she moved in — and she flies back to New York for a couple of weeks. But whatever cautious optimism she’d harboured for a touching family reunion was crushed almost as soon as she saw what she’d come home to. A city on the verge of destruction, a father who was losing what little was left of his sanity, a world of heroes and villains that left no one unscarred. At sixteen years old, Constance Osborn loses herself. She’s not sure who she found.
Name: Cora Royce
Title: Stars Defied
Faceclaim: Willa Holland
Love Interest: Sam Wilson; eventual poly Sam x Bucky in TFATWS
Summary: In 2011, Cora Royce’s parents went to New Mexico for a week’s holiday; some aliens invaded, and they never made it home. In 2012, the same aliens invade, and Cora almost loses her brother. When Orion insists on taking her to work with him “for her safety”, Cora expects a boring day at the main office of the family company, she doesn’t expect to find out that her brother has a second life as a spy-archer-assassin for a top secret government agency founded by Cora’s personal hero, Peggy Carter herself. She also doesn’t expect to find out that her parents were part of the agency themselves, and that their holiday in New Mexico was part of a mission to stop the very alien-god who killed them. And she definitely didn’t expect to find herself on an invisible flying battleship with her pseudo-uncle Tony Stark — sorry, Iron Man — and an apparently not-dead Captain America.
Cora is under strict orders from Orion to stay in the lab where Tony can protect her, but when everything goes to shit, Cora can’t just stay on the sidelines. She may not be a superhero, but she’s Royce, and there is nothing that could stop her from protecting the last of her family.
Name: Cordelia
Title: I Was In The Darkness (So Darkness I Became)
Face claim: Alycia Debnam-Carey
Name: Courtney Lang
Title: The Cost Of Legacy
Faceclaim: Willa Fitzgerald
Summary: Courtney Lang loved her dad, she really did. Sure, he did some illegal business and was in jail for a while, but hey, nobody’s perfect. But when he got back from jail, everything changed. He was keeping secrets, avoiding her, lying to her, but it all made sense when she learned that he was actually a superhero. But then he went rogue, got put under house arrest, and broke said house arrest with less than a day until his time was up. Still, she could handle all of that, until half of all living things disappeared, and her father along with them.
Name: Danni Stark
Title: Fated
Faceclaim: Lily Collins
Love Interest: Steve Rogers, possibly poly Stucky
Summary: 1942. The United States Of America has finally joined the war. Danielle Stark becomes a war correspondent and, with some help from her older brother, becomes the official liaison to the Howling Commandos. As the history books will tell, Danni and Peggy Carter were as inseparable behind the scenes as Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes were on the battlefield. And as the history books won’t tell, Danni Stark fell in love on the front lines, with both Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. And then, Bucky fell from a train and Steve crashed his plane, and Danni found herself alone.
1945. The war is over. Everyone goes home. Unsure of what to do with herself, Danni ends up in New York, helping Peggy and Howard to found SHIELD. For several years, Danni juggles her work as a reporter with her secret life as a SHIELD agent, until Howard finds something in the arctic. With the new powers of the tesseract at his fingertips, Howard finally decides to try a new version of Project Rebirth, and Danni is the first to offer herself as a volunteer. But as soon as he sees the powers that the cube gave his sister, Howard files the project away, destroying all evidence that it had ever happened, and Danni keeps her newly developed powers a secret from everyone except for Howard, Peggy, and Edwin Jarvis.
2012. A new war brews on the horizon. Danni has been off the grid for decades — after all, she’s hardly eager to explain why she still looks twenty-five rather than ninety-five. As far as most of the world knows, she died shortly after her brother; quietly and peacefully, a very private affair. The only person who still knows she’s alive is her nephew, Tony Stark, with whom she is in regular contact. But even Tony has never tried to convince her to come out of the shadows — not until he shakes her entire world with a single line on a voicemail; “Steve is alive, he’s at SHIELD.” And Danni Stark knows that it’s time to return to the world she’d long since left behind.
Name: Diana Moore
Title: The Long Game
Faceclaim: Hailee Steinfeld
Love interest: Peter Parker
Summary: You would have to be an idiot to not realize that Peter Parker is Spiderman. Well, Diana might go to a school for geniuses, but clearly they’re all idiots because no one else seems to have figured it out. Well, that’s fine, that makes it easier to keep the whole Secret Identity Thing a secret. And if there’s one thing that Diana Moore is good at, it’s keeping a secret - or it was, until she and the rest of her Acadec team nearly die in DC. Now it’s personal, and whether he likes it or not, Diana is going to do whatever it takes to help Peter Parker save the world.
Name: Dominique Barton
Title: Life Goes On
Faceclaim: Emily Rudd
Love Interest: Peter Parker
Name: Dorothy Madison
Title: Somewhere Over The Rainbow
Faceclaim: Keira Knightley
Love Interest: Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes
Summary: Dorothy Madison, Bucky Barnes, and Steve Rogers had been inseparable for most of their lives. Four years her senior, the boys had already been best friends for years before they met the small girl on her first day of kindergarten and immediately got into a fight with her first bully. From then on it was much of the same; Steve getting into fights, Bucky either joining him or pulling him out, and Dorothy keeping them out of trouble.
The years passed quickly, and she found herself falling in love with both of her best friends. But before she figured out what to do about that, the war made its way to their door. Bucky got drafted and, during their last night together, Steve got himself enlisted.
Well, no way was Dorothy letting her boys go to war without her. She quickly found a place for herself within the Office of Strategic Services, and soon found herself put in charge of the Howling Commandos. Finally, everything was right again; Steve was rushing head first into danger with Bucky as his right hand, and Dorothy struggling to keep her boys alive.
Name: Eir Odinsdottir
Title: See No Evil
Faceclaim: Maisie Williams
Summary: Once, Eir Odinsdottir had been the princess of Asgard; Odin’s youngest child, and only daughter, and beloved by her brothers and their kingdom. But Eir was also a seer. She could see things that had happened, things that were happening, and things that had not yet happened. And one day, she saw the truth about her family: the older sister long since cast away, the secret behind her brother’s parentage, and the dark and bloody truth behind her father’s reign. And so, Odin exiled her. Eir spent years travelling the nine realms, longing for home, before finally seeing her brothers on Midgard, so to Midgard she goes.
Name: Elena Barnes
Title: Balancing The Score
Faceclaim: Kaya Scodelario
Summary: Imagine a weapon who has all the skills of the Asset, but without the memories. No need to wipe and start over, no questions, only loyalty to Hydra. Enter Elena Barnes. Bred by Hydra to serve that purpose, they truly believed that they had created the perfect weapon. But, compliant as she seemed, Elena watched the torture that her father suffered, and anger lived within her veins. After the Battle of Manhattan, she finds herself out in the world with instructions to bring back Loki’s staff, but instead, she disappears. Goes off the grid and dedicates herself to learning the truth about herself and her father, until one day she’s at a museum and meets the one person who can truly answer all of her questions.
Name: Elia Patel
Title: Eclipsed Sun
Faceclaim: Summer Bishil
Love Interest: Tony Stark
Name: Elizabeth Banner-Parker
Title: The Final Countdown
Faceclaim: Natalia Dyer
Summary: Years after the final battle against Thanos; after Tony and Natasha died and Steve stayed in the past, after Bruce became Professor Hulk and Clint retired again, their daughters are all grown up with children of their own. In their defence, they didn’t realize that their parents’ time fuckery and infinity stone usage would pass onto the newest generation, leaving them with six superpowered girls, each with the power of an Infinity Stone. And they certainly never expected the girls, the self proclaimed New Avengers, to decide to fix the mistakes that their grandparents made, starting back at the very beginning, with the Battle of Manhattan. And no, you can’t ask about their dad, thank you.
Name: Elizabeth Barton
Title: Walking The Tightrope
Faceclaim: Emma Watson
Love Interest: Tony Stark
Summary: Elizabeth Barton has been working for SHIELD since she was sixteen; since she and her big brother had been recruited out of the circus. No mission ever phased the ex tightrope walker, nothing ever compared to the thrill and danger of walking on a wire, over 20 feet in the air. Even her elite task force with Clint and Natasha - Silver Swan, Hawkeye, and Black Widow - paled in comparison. But then Tony Stark becomes Iron Man, Liz is assigned to get to know the man behind the mask, and suddenly she feels like she’s sixteen and walking the tightrope again.
Name: Eleanor “Ellie” Coulson
Title: Reinvention
Faceclaim: Sabrina Carpenter
Love interest: Peter Parker
Summary: There are some facts in life that are simply unavoidable. “If your father is one of SHIELD’s top agents, and your mother is out of the picture, you will be raised as a SHIELD agent from before you can walk” is one of them. Eleanor Coulson has spent her entire life as an agent in training, and she happens to be very good at it. But when SHIELD is revealed to be Hydra, and her dad is charged with rebuilding the entire organization, Ellie is faced with her most challenging mission yet. High school.
Name: Elsie Carter
Title: Travelling Soldier
Faceclaim: Daisy Ridley
Love Interest: Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes
Summary: Even before her sister joined the army, Eloise Carter knew that she was always going to be second best. Still, that wasn’t going to stop her from helping in the war herself - so Elsie became a nurse. She loved her job, despite the heartbreak that came with every life she failed to save, but she couldn’t have been less thrilled to suddenly find herself assigned to her sister’s troops. At least until she was put in charge of the recently rescued James Barnes. She soon learned that James was never without Steve Rogers, Captain America himself, and suddenly her transfer seemed a little less awful. But they were soldiers, and Elsie couldn’t do anything more than wait for them to return from every fight, praying each time that they would make it back.
Name: Erna Bragidottir
Title: Speak No Evil
Faceclaim: Gal Gadot
Love interest: Thor & Steve Rogers
Summary: When Hela massacred the Valkyrie, only two survived; Brunhilde and Erna. But Odin wasn't going to risk anyone learning the truth about his bloody history, and was quick to exile them both. One minute, Erna was trying to say goodbye to her best friend, her sister, and the next she was waking up on Midgard, surrounded by a group who called themselves the Howling Commandos, apparently in the middle of the planet's biggest war. The Valkyrie may have been slaughtered, and she may have been exiled from Asgard, but Erna is, and will always be, a Valkyrie and she is going to fight for her new home.
Name: Evelyn Rogers
Title: Long Story Short
Faceclaim: Katie Cassidy
Love Interest: Bruce Banner
Summary: Having lost her father to the Great War, her mother to tuberculosis, and her boyfriend to the draft, Evelyn Rogers was not going to lose her brother too. So when he signs up for something called the Erskine Program, she refuses to sit back and wait for him to come home. When Steve becomes the world’s first superhero, the new poster boy for war relief efforts, Evelyn’s name is at the top of the list for his chorus girls, and she follows him all the way to the war. And when they find out that Bucky as his battalion have been captured, she follows him all the way to the front line — and into Johann Schmidt’s grasp. She doesn’t follow him back.
When Steve Rogers forms the Howling Commandos, he has one mission in mind. Wipe HYDRA off the board, and bring Evelyn home. When he finally finds her, on a train with Armin Zola, she has no memory of anything since reaching the HYDRA base. Still recovering from her time with HYDRA, and from losing her first love, Evelyn is unable to follow Steve into his final confrontation with Schmidt. And Steve goes into the ice.
Evelyn returns to New York with Howard Stark and Peggy Carter, with a hole in her heart and no bodies to lay to rest. Desperate to find some sort of peace, she throws herself into searching for the bodies of the only two Howling Commandos not to make it home. After months of searching, Evelyn finds a lead on Bucky, and is never seen again.
Until, 70 years later, she shows up on Nick Fury’s doorstep. No older than the day she disappeared, with no memory of anything after her brother’s plane hit the ice, Evelyn Rogers follows her brother into a new century.
Name: Ezra Barton
Title: Vortex
Faceclaim: Jennifer Lawrence
Name: Francine Barton-Parker
Title: The Final Countdown
Faceclaim: Emily Rudd
Summary: Years after the final battle against Thanos; after Tony and Natasha died and Steve stayed in the past, after Bruce became Professor Hulk and Clint retired again, their daughters are all grown up with children of their own. In their defence, they didn’t realize that their parents’ time fuckery and infinity stone usage would pass onto the newest generation, leaving them with six superpowered girls, each with the power of an Infinity Stone. And they certainly never expected the girls, the self proclaimed New Avengers, to decide to fix the mistakes that their grandparents made, starting back at the very beginning, with the Battle of Manhattan. And no, you can’t ask about their dad, thank you.
Name: Freya Thordottir
Title: Like Catching Lightning
Faceclaim: Jenny Boyd
Love Interest: Peter Parker
Name: Grace Osborn
Title: Bound In Secrets
Faceclaim: Camila Mendes
Love Interest: Peter Parker
Summary: Once upon a time, Grace Osborn had it all. She was the prized princess of the Osborn family, she had a wonderful older brother, and she was her parents’ pride and joy. And then Norman Osborn found out that her mother had been lying for thirteen years and Grace wasn’t his daughter, only a lie to force him into marriage. In order to keep the scandal quiet, Norman quickly sent Grace away to boarding school in England; out of sight, out of mind. That was three years ago. Now, Norman is dead and Harry is in charge, and he has only one priority. Bring his baby sister home.
Name: Grayson Frost
Title: Fear No Evil
Faceclaim: Dylan Sprayberry
Love Interest: Kassandra Maximoff
Name: Ilya Romanova
Title: Fatale
Faceclaim: Holland Roden
Love Interest: Bucky Barnes
Summary: Once, the Red Room had trained dozens of girls, with the Romanova sisters as their greatest success. Natalia, the Black Widow, was a prodigy in everything she did, and her sister Ilya was close behind. But when Natalia defected, Ilya was quick to rise up and fill the hole her sister left. She left a bloodstained legacy unlike any other, earning the title of Red Widow and thriving under солдат’s personal training. So when Hydra sought her gifts, looking to raise her up from student to mission partner, they complied, and the Widow became the Banshee.
сирена met every one of their expectations with ease, and it was no question that she would be their first miracle; developing powers to match her name. For decades, солдат and сирена worked as a perfect unit, carrying out Hydra’s vision on a global scale. But when the assassination of Nick Fury goes awry, the partners find themselves face to face with ghosts of pasts they don’t remember, and everything Hydra has built threatens to fall apart.
Name: Irina Drakov
Title: Shadow
Faceclaim: Mila Kunis
Name: Jameson Barrett | марионетка
Title: Til The End Of The Line
Faceclaim: Dove Cameron
Love Interest: Stefania Raine
Summary: Under the scars, white hair, and leather ensemble, Stefania Raine recognized Jameson Barrett — the very best friend she thought to have seen die two years prior, when aliens invaded New York. But for the other girl, Jameson Barrett was buried deeper; she only ever remembered being марионетка, The Puppet, and being sent there with The Soldier to end Nicholas Fury’s life.
In the middle of the chaos, Stefania lost sight of her best friend, but refused to let the girl go again — even if that meant teaming up with a recently un-brainwashed soldier to find her.
With a faulting memory and unbalanced emotions, Jameson knew that accepting that she used to have a name wasn’t enough of a step to becoming a functional person. So, when she runs into the man from the bridge, from the helicarriers — the man who refused to fight — and he asks for her help in finding her ex-partner and the closest thing she had to a friend, she doesn’t say no.
Name: Jamie Carter-Rogers
Title: Out Of Time
Faceclaim: Margot Robbie
Love Interest: Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes
Summary: Everybody knows that everybody dies, and nobody knows it like Jamie Rogers. She was raised on war stories, stories about her long dead namesake, and her dad’s stories of another world. A world of aliens and superheroes, of pain and hope, stories of how half of its universe died, and of the ones who gave everything to avenge it. But when Jamie touches the strange crack on her wall and finds herself in New York City, in an alien invasion, in 2012, she realizes that her dad’s other world is not only real, but is the world he comes from, and every single story she heard was true. Everybody knows that everybody dies. But not every day. So, trapped in a world where she was never born, with no way to go home, and knowing exactly what the universe has in store for earth’s mightiest heroes, Jamie makes a promise to herself. Just this once, everybody lives.
Name: Jason Grant
Title: When Tomorrow Comes
Faceclaim: Tyler Hoechlin
Name: Jordan Jameson
Title: Unwritten
Faceclaim: Margaret Qualley
Name: Justine “JB” Barnes
Title: Lost
Faceclaim: Kathryn Newton
Name: Kara Helasdottir
Title: The Memories Are Gone (The Aftershocks Live On)
Faceclaim: Emma Dumont
Name: Kassandra Maximoff
Title: Fear No Evil
Faceclaim: Danielle Rose Russell
Love Interest: Grayson Frost
Summary: Kassandra Maximoff was no stranger to fear; she’d been afraid ever since her parents were killed by a Stark bomb, since she spent those days hiding with her siblings, wondering if any moment might be her last, waiting for Tony Stark to kill her too. So when Strucker offered she and her siblings the opportunity to be strong, to protect their country, to not be afraid, they took it. By the time they found out he was HYDRA, it was too late to escape. The siblings spent months being tortured, knowing exactly what would come if they defected. Kassandra had long since accepted her fate, had long since given up hope. And then the Avengers break into their facility.
Name: Katarina Amelia Aliano
Title: Skyscraper
AO3 | FFNET | WATTPAD
Faceclaim: Sophie Turner & Summer Fontana
Love Interest: Harley Keener; possible Harley & Peter
Summary: Child genius turned orphan, Katarina was counting on her own hacking skills to keep her under the radar. And they do, until she gets caught hacking into Stark industries, looking for answers regarding the aliens that killed her parents in New York, and suddenly she’s not just on a radar, she’s on Tony Stark’s radar. When he decides to take her in, no one expects it to go well, but she soon makes a place for herself on the team and in their hearts. She’s not a superhero, far from it, but she’s a hero in her own right, and nothing comes between Katarina and her family; not her biological family, and definitely not the weird group of misfits and gods that she calls her own.
Name: Kathleen Swanson
Title: Ghost Of You
Faceclaim: Claire Holt
Name: Katie Dean
Title: Renegades
Fandom: Runaways
Faceclaim: Meg Donnelly
Love Interest: Chase Stein
Summary: Katrina Dean was, all things considered, relatively happy with her life. She had her church, cheerleading, choir, and her sister, what more could she want? Or so she thought, at least, until Karolina’s friends discovered the truth about PRIDE, and Karolina discovered the truth about their bracelets. And as much as Katie would love to pretend that nothing had changed, as much as she would love to keep living her perfect life, she knows that’s not an option anymore. And so Katie and Karolina run away.
Name: Kennedy Keener
Title: True North
Faceclaim: Sophia Lillis & Abbey Cowen
Name: Lara Rogers | призрак
Title: Death Defied
Faceclaim: Lyndsy Fonseca
Love interest: Bucky Barnes
Summary: No one told Steve that his DNA was going to be used to breed a new super soldier - or that it was going to fail. No one told him that a civilian, Angie Martinelli, was going to give birth to his son, Caleb Rogers, or that Caleb wouldn’t be a super soldier. No one told him that Caleb was going to have a daughter, Lara, and absolutely no one told him that on her fifth birthday, his granddaughter was going to be kidnapped by Hydra, turned into a super soldier, frozen over and over again, tortured and brainwashed endlessly, and eventually get partnered with the Winter Soldier. But suddenly he’s in the future, suddenly he’s fought aliens, and suddenly солдат and призрак - the Soldier and the Ghost, Bucky and Lara - are attacking Nick Fury in the middle of DC. Suddenly Steve is on the run with Natasha, suddenly they’re in a Hydra facility underneath a bunker, and suddenly the computerized ghost of Arnim Zola is telling them everything. And while it feels sudden to Steve, Project Insight and its enforcers have been seventy years in the making, and no matter how much he wants to cling to the last remains of his family, they might be beyond saving.
Name: Lavinia
Title: Untitled
Faceclaim: Lindsey Morgan
Love Interest: Peter Quill
Name: Lillian Rogers
Title: To The End Of The World
Faceclaim: Ali Liebert (in Bomb Girls)
Love Interest: Bucky Barnes
Summary: Lili Rogers would do anything for her brother. Lie and steal to get his medication, agree not to flirt with his best friend despite her eternal crush, even fake her way into the US army. Of course, it didn’t take long before someone figured out that Liam Rogers was actually Lillian Rogers; but thankfully she was found out by Peggy Carter, who quickly hired her as her secretary and liason to the Howling Commandos. Lili honestly couldn’t have cared less, until she found out that the elite force was led by none other than her brother - who had somehow doubled in size - with the love of her life as his right hand man.
Name: Lisbeth Dugan
Title: Spider Web
Faceclaim: Madelaine Petsch
Name: Lorraine Gillespie
Title: Dying Day
Faceclaim: Tuppence Middleton
Name: Lucy Pierce
Title: Heaven Or Hell
Faceclaim: Vanessa Kirby
Love Interest: Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers
Summary: Bought from the Red Room by Hydra, Lukeriya Turgenev found herself becoming Lucy Pierce when she was forced to marry the head of Hydra, Alexander Pierce himself. A tortured doll reprogrammed to be a perfect weapon and model wife, freedom had always been a foreign concept to Lucy. At least it was, until a failed assassination put she and Yasha – James – The Soldier – face to face with Captain America and Lucy’s former sister and rival, Natasha Romanov.
Name: Lydia Cabot-Stark
Title: Right Down The Line (It’s Been You And Me)
Faceclaim: Blake Lively
Love Interest: Tony Stark
Name: Marina Kovol
Title: Clockwork
Faceclaim: Emily Bett Rickards
Name: Mia Pierce
Title: (I’ve Got) No Strings On Me
Faceclaim: Troian Bellisario
Love interest: Pietro Maximoff
Summary: Mia Pierce has been raised as a Hydra pawn since the day she was born. Her father, Alexander Pierce, believed that she was the future of Hydra, someone that they could teach to worship the organization without brainwashing, that could be raised as a public figure and eventually positioned in whichever political office they needed her in. But Mia was too curious for her own good, asked too many questions, and tried to tell too many secrets, and so she was punished, and forced to comply. But after her father died, and Winter escaped, the Avengers broke into her latest facility, and suddenly Mia is free for the first time in her life.
Name: Millie Quill
Title: Untitled
Faceclaim: Eliza Taylor
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The Forbidden Fruit Character Sheet (under construction)
Full name: Lilith Giuseppina Ramsey
Parents: Greg Ramsey, Maria Ramsey (deceased)
Nicknames: Lily, Lills, GG, Ramsie, kitten, princess
Personality: “sweet”, “sheltered”, popular, funny, doesn’t take shit from anyone(?)
Height: 5’4
Natural Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Sexuality: Bisexual
Gender: Female
Age: 21 (main story takes place in 2019)
Birthday: February 14th, 1998
Nationality: British-Italian-American (Born in Brooklyn, British father, Italian mother, mother when MC is 7 from getting hit by a drunk driver, MC learned Italian to honor her)
Likes: Dogs, cotton candy, teasing her partners, weed, dress up, dancing, art, sweets, the color pink
Dislikes: Cigarettes, her father, her dad’s crusty friends, getting drunk, being around drunk people
For story 1, college AU: ON HIATUS BC I’M DEPRESSED AND HAVE NO MOTIVATION
A “sweet” girl with a very secret, very wild persona. She’s an Aquarius and loves dogs, books… and being an OnlyFans pornstar?! Has major daddy and abandonment issues. She was a stripper in her freshman college year at Temple Sin, a seedy strip club downtown. Name: Crimson Pixie. (she was a red head then)
Friends: Carol Danvers (bffs who’ve fucked, met in sophomore year HS), Natasha Romanoff (bffs since elementary)
Love Interests: Ransom Drysdale (her weed dealer, not friend, 2 years older), Steve Rogers (childhood friend, 2 years older), Ari Levinson (on and off FWB, “met” in sophomore year, 2 years older), Bucky Barnes (in love w/ SR, also into MC, disaster bi, will be Romanian and speak it, 1 year older), Jake Jensen (not so secret admirer since senior year HS, fucking himbo, same age), Peter Parker (MC’s shadow, looks up to MC, really obvious crush, 1 year younger)
Arcs:
a) terrible toxic ex shows up, Johnny Storm, the mens and bffs have to fend him off while finding out some hard things about the relationship between Storm and MC.
b) Ransom attempted blackmail storyline before she puts him in his place and they become friends(?)
c) the love interests slowly finding out/revealing that they know/knew all along. Ari knew from the moment he saw her at college, he'd been subbed to her OF from the beginning. Steve’s known about the stripping and OF, helped her get the club job, also stripped?! Bucky finds out because Steve told him about his own career (Bucky malfunctioned at that image) and connects dots. Jake is clueless (always) until MC shares her story. Ransom knows because he's a sleaze. Peter finds out from Ransom who wants to ruin his innocence (rude)
d) dad’s creepy friend, stalks her (google doc)
e) Steve’s ex, Peggy (ew gross), arrives. Drama… (google doc)
f) OMG WHAT IF DR STRANGE WAS A TEACHER AT LILITHS SCHOOL AHHHHHH: Dr Stephen Strange (visiting the college to teach a seminar about a new medical technology, 10 years older) maybe they hook up and then Stephen takes a permanent job at the school OWO (google doc)
#TFF AU#fanfiction#steve rogers#ari levinson#bucky barnes#jake jensen#ransom drysdale#peter parker#stephen strange#johnny storm#carol danvers#natasha romanoff#peggy carter#Lilith Giuseppina Ramsey
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I Love You
Pt. 2 of Guest Room
A/N: Thank you for loving my little ball of garbage enough to warrant a second part. I’m feeling warm and fuzzy. Also... I kinda.. sorta.. really got carried away with this. I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry. Shout out to my irl friends who had to deal with my gleefully rubbing my grubby little paws together all day.
A/N PT. 2: TUMBLR QUIT BEING A BITCH AND JUST LET ME UPLOAD MY STORY IN PEACE PLEASE I’M BEGGING YOU. The last try uploaded to my main and my stomach dropped out of my ass lmao. Fifth and hopefully final time. (I’m so sorry for the notifications spam for everyone I tagged)
PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Stucky
Warnings: 18+, Angst (like so much I’m sorry), Smut, Swearing, Mentions of Alcohol Consumption
Word Count: 5702
Hollow. It’s the only way she can describe the feeling of deep-seated emptiness that settles in her as she watches the quinjet disappear in the distance. What’s that noise? She casts her eyes around her surroundings when she suddenly feels a dampness on her collarbone. Reaching up a hand, she feels moisture on her face.
Oh.
The sounds were coming from her. At the realization of her sobs, pain wracked her frame with nowhere to go.
What was she thinking?
She wasn’t.
When she left Clint in a hurry, she hadn’t even paused to consider what she would say to you if she caught you. What did she feel for you? What could she have told you? Her life conditioned her to believe love was for children. She wasn’t one.
And yet…
She couldn’t deny that there was something about you that always drew her in to you. Every hidden interaction with you pulled onto all five of her senses demanding her full attention until there was only you in front of her; drawn straight into your orbit like a moon of Saturn. Each and every private encounter made it more difficult for the hardened assassin to pull herself away from you only to act unaffected by your presence in public.
Was that love?
It doesn’t matter.
You were sunlight. You were the warm embrace of home calling out to every damaged member of this family seeking acceptance for their past sins and a place to belong.
And she?
Well, she was damaged beyond repair.
She refused to be the one to tarnish your light. And she knew, if she gave in to her weaknesses, you could never really shine. You meant too much to the team. To her. A part of her could also admit to fear. Fear of what would happen if she hurt you.
If you hurt her.
She could live with never knowing what it felt like to call you hers. To hear you whisper her name in the early morning light your sweet features the first things she lays eyes on in your shared haven.
But she knew. She’d never recover if she could have you and lose you. If she were to tear her walls down, only for you to look inside and decide it wasn’t worth it.
That she wasn’t worth it.
With a steely resolve in her eyes, Natasha turned on her heels and began to make her way back towards the gym. She had a few weeks to get her head screwed on straight. She’ll lock away and bury anything she might have felt for you if given the chance. When you’re back, she’ll apologize for the hurt she’s caused you and maybe, just maybe, you’ll let her stay a part of your life.
If, along the way, she refuses to let her mind wander to thoughts of you with someone else, well, that’s her prerogative.
xxxx
You sit in heavy silence on the quinjet. Thoughts of last night’s interactions with the red-headed assassin plaguing your mind. You still feel a pang of pain when you remember her rejection. With a mental shake of your head, you resolve to table your emotions for now to focus on the mission at hand.
You’ve been tasked with leading a team to infiltrate an underground drug trafficking ring disguised as a bi-monthly art auction. Once you arrive at your destination, you’ll be allotted two months of integration and data retrieval before another team of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents will be sent in to assist in the take down. You’re leading the team with Scarlet Witch and Falcon following your lead. Agent Hill was chosen to tag along strictly for backup and onsite supervision should the worst come to pass.
Sam and Maria sit up front; you can hear the sounds of quiet banter trickling back towards you while they try to respect your privacy, believing you to be mentally preparing yourself for the road up ahead. Wanda sits opposite you. Your emotions scream at her from across the jet, but she has the decency not to read your actual thoughts.
Still, she can’t help the concerned glances she sends your way.
Noticing her attention on you, you shift your body to turn towards her.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
“I could ask you the same. Where did you disappear to last night? I tried to find you after you were pulled away by Natasha, but I couldn’t find you.”
You let out a soft sigh.
“I’m sorry. My heads been a mess lately. I didn’t mean to leave you on the dance floor like that. It was a rough night.”
A hand rises to nervously play with the hair on the back of your neck. You look to the floor.
“I also owe you a bit of an apology for how carried away I got last night. You’re amazing Wan, and I don’t want to lead you on in any way.”
She lets out a light laugh.
“Don’t worry about it, draga mea. We were just two friends who had a little too much to drink, having a little fun. No hard feelings whatsoever.”
You wince and she instantly knows that was the wrong thing to say.
“You know, I’ve been told I’m a pretty good listener. Pietro used to say it’s because I had big ears when we were children.”
She reaches out a hand across the aisle to let it rest on your knee. After an internal debate, you decide to divulge everything to her. From your first interactions with the assassin and your instant connection to the fallout from last night.
Listening patiently, Wanda’s eyes widen slightly when you mention what the events that occurred in the ex-soviet’s room.
By the end, Wanda is livid with righteous indignation on your behalf.
“Well, she’s a fool for letting you go.” She squeezes your leg.
“I can’t claim to understand what’s going through her head, but you have to know her feelings aren’t a reflection on your worth. You are the glue that holds this team together and we all love you. Natasha, she…” she pauses, “she’s been through much. More than any of us will ever know. Her experiences have closed her off. But you’re both strong. Maybe you’re not meant to be, but I know you can bounce back from this. We have a few weeks before we’re due back and, in that time, I guarantee you we can get your spirit back up and bouncing like usual.”
“Damn right, we can!” You hear Sam interrupt from the front of the plane.
You release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and let out a light laugh.
Yeah, things weren’t okay.
But maybe they will be.
xxxx
The mission goes off without a hitch and it does wonders for your confidence. As soon as you landed at the safehouse, you and your team had set to work securing the perimeter and preparing for your upcoming roles in the undercover mission. Sam moved first, infiltrating the ranks of the dealers as he uncovered the hierarchy of the operation and fed maria intel to pass on to headquarters. You and Wanda were posed as a wealthy young couple from new money, tasked with getting close to the heads of the drug ring in order to gain access to the final auction where you ultimately took down the entire operation with the aid of several agents.
Despite the smooth execution, you all still found yourselves with extra downtime between stakeouts and it led to the four of you growing closer. One of your favorite pastimes became group binge-watches of The Fairly Odd Parents and Wanda had taken to calling you Cosmo, the husband of her cartoon namesake.
“ETA: 5 minutes,” called out Hill.
From your seat, you could see the compound looming over the horizon. You take in a nervous breath and release.
Next to you, Wanda can feel your apprehensive tension and takes a moment to give your hand a firm squeeze.
“You’re okay, Cosmo. Remember our talks. You have strength. You know your worth. You’ll be fine.”
You send her a grateful smile and a nod. Your fingers squeeze her back briefly before you move to stand by the doors of the ramp as you hear the jet begin to touch down.
She’s right. During your time away, you came to terms with the fact that it’s not Natasha’s fault that she doesn’t feel the same way as you do. You know you have no control over other people’s feelings, and you owed it to the both of you to face this head on, maturely.
As soon as the jet’s ramp meets the floor of the hangar, you’re met with a wall of pure muscle that really should come with a warning label. Your feet are lifted off the ground and suddenly you’re swinging in circles. You laugh as Bucky’s long hair tickles your nose.
Wait a second.
Is that?
“James Buchanan Barnes. Put me down this instant.”
He stiffens. That’s his name. That’s who he is. He is James Buchanan Barnes. Former sergeant and integral member of the Howling Commandos. The Winter Soldier. Melted down and reforged by Hydra. He was a legend. He was a nightmare. He was feared. He was… terrified.
Christ. Hearing his full name falling out of your mouth in that tone never failed to instill the fear of God into him. Not even his ma, bless her soul, could quite measure up to the intimidating aura you exuded when he knew you were ready to tan his hide.
You stood before him, hands on your hips, feet shoulder width apart, stance strong, eyebrow peaked… and deadly.
“Did you break into my room and steal my hair mask… again?”
The others stand back, watching in amusement while he starts to sweat.
“D-doll, of course not! You explicitly told m-me your room was off limits while you were go-”
You cut him off as you step closer.
“Don’t you lie to me, Barnes,” your eyes narrow and he gulps when you push your face closer to his.
“I can smell the macadamia oil, you heathen.”
Just as you’re about to launch into a lecture about respecting other people’s belongings, you’re interrupted by the sound of Steve’s voice.
“You gotta admit, at least it’s better than smelling the greasy mop he always ends up with after training.”
Your entire demeanor lightens up as you whip around to take a running leap at your favorite Man with a Plan.
“STEVIE!”
He catches you in his arms. “Good to have you back, sugar. We missed you around here.”
You hear a soft exhale of relief come from behind you.
Tilting your head back from where you’re perched in Steve’s arms, you narrow your eyes at Bucky and make a silent gesture to indicate you’re watching him. This is far from over.
He gulps.
“Well, c’mon then, we’re all dying to hear how the mission went. The others are waiting for you in the lounge.”
You stay wrapped around your friend’s dorito shaped torso but make the effort to wriggle your way around him so you’re clinging to his back like an infant koala. He rolls his eyes but does nothing to deter you, choosing to move his arms in support of your legs instead.
“Onward, my trusty steed!” you giggle.
As one, you all make your way towards the main common area, taking the time to drop off your luggage in your respective rooms as you go. Eventually, you make your way to the lounge and as you’re carried in, F.R.I.D.A.Y. blasts the loud trumpets of a herald through her speakers.
Huh, Tony must’ve upgraded her sense of humor.
Greeting the others, you use your hands in Steve’s hair like an oversized rat with a penchant for cooking to guide him towards your favorite lounge chair. Sam and Wanda move towards the kitchen to look for the good snacks they couldn’t have undercover while everyone else gathers around the remaining lounges.
From the corner of your eye, you can see Natasha hovering off to the side near Clint but you can’t quite get yourself to make eye contact yet. You wait for everyone to settle in. Wanda approaches you with two mugs of tea in her hands offering you one with a “just the way you like it, Cosmo”. It’s punctuated with a wink and she perches herself on the arm of your seat, bringing her own around to rest across the back. Her hand finds its way to your hair playing with a few strands to keep you grounded while you purposefully train your eyes away from a certain side of the room.
Wanda really did become your rock in the weeks away. While you never repeated anything from the night of your party, you fell into an easy companionship with the young mutant that led to you each being comfortable around the other. She knew how hard your return would be for you and made it her next mission to make sure you knew you had a solid support system in place.
Seeing the close interaction between the two of you, Bucky and Steve both shoot you cheeky grins and eyebrow wiggles that have you holding up a throw pillow just under Wanda’s current line of sight. She glances down, smirks and hurls the pillow at the two men using her powers, ensuring she adds a boomerang effect to ricochet off the face of one in order to hit the other stunning both of them.
“Nice!” You give her an enthusiastic high five as she wiggles her fingers at the recovering men.
“I just learned that one on the job. I have to keep practicing for muscle memory.” She states in a faux haughty tone while you snicker at the indignation on your Brooklyn Boys’ faces.
Across the room, Natasha watches you. She knew she missed you while you were away, but nothing could have prepared her for the onslaught of emotions that crashed into her when she finally laid eyes on you after weeks apart. You still had the same mischievous spark in your eyes. Your nose still crinkled just the slightest bit when you laughed. Your smile could still light up an entire room like the Fourth of July.
God, she missed you.
She watches your raucous banter with the resident super-soldiers with a fond smile teasing the corners of her lips. She takes note of the casual arm slung across your shoulders, the hand tangled in your hair, and something inside of her burns. Her jaw clenches.
She’s not yours to have.
Clint nudges her shoulder with a pointed look. She realizes she’s been emitting a soft growl. Focus Romanoff! Where is your training? She strains but ultimately fixes her posture until she’s the posterchild for casual aloofness. Her best friend snickers but chooses not to comment on the slight rigidity he can see in her shoulders.
Tony claps his hands to gain everyone’s attention.
“Alright alright, Hermione’s new parlor tricks aside, we all know why we’re really here.”
In his best imitation of Fury’s gruff voice, he growls out, “Hill. Debrief report. Judgement on (y/hero/n)’s execution?”
Rolling her eyes but playing along, “All objectives executed to perfection. Leadership skills exemplary, sir!” she tosses in a mock salute.
It’s quiet before everyone breaks into cheers and congratulate you and your team on a successful job well done. You’re beaming when you hear Sam chime in with, “You better watch out Cap. (Y/l/n) could give you a run for your money as team captain. We might be shipping you to a retirement home sooner than we thought.
Your best friend grins at you with pride and mirth shining in his eyes and you feel warm inside.
“I think we could come to a truce and work together. Co-captain sound good to you doll?”
“I don’t think so Steve. I’ll leave the captaincy to you. I don’t think I could handle dragging the metal chicken wing over there back in line every day,” you respond with a laugh, sticking your tongue out at Sam. You draw out a squawk of offense and everyone bursts into laughter.
You turn your head slightly and find yourself making direct eye contact with the very same pair of vivid green eyes that still visit you in your dreams. You swallow down the rising emotions and offer her a small smile. She looks startled at first but relaxes slightly and gives you one of her own in return.
Maybe you could do this.
You spend a few more minutes catching up with the rest of the team, learning about what everyone has been up to while you were away. Checking the time, you slowly pull away from Wanda, who still has her weight resting on you, and announce that you’re going to head to your room to wash off and settle in before you have to fill out your mission reports.
Everyone bids you goodnight and you exit the room, walking the familiar pathway towards your own residence. Your ears pick up quiet footsteps behind you causing you to turn your head slightly.
A small sharp inhale escapes your lips. Your eyes betray you with a quick scan of her nervous form standing in front of you. Her hair is a little longer and the circles under her eyes are just the slightest shade darker. She still looks just as breathtaking as the day you walked out of her room. Her presence instantly brings you peace and you curse yourself under your breath.
Mentally slapping yourself, you plaster on a casual smile.
“Hey Nat. Been a while.”
You cringe.
Really? Been a while? Really?
She steps towards you, “Hi (y/n/n),” she responds softly.
“Listen I-”
“Can we-”
You both let out a nervous chuckle.
“Sorry. Go ahead, you first,” she says.
“Listen, Nat. I owe you an apology.”
She stills. What could you possibly have to apologize for? You’re not the one who broke the heart of the love of your life just because you had commitment issues.
Stop that. She’s not your love of anything.
She opens her mouth to interrupt but you press on.
“It wasn’t fair of me to try to push you into something you clearly weren’t comfortable with. You made it clear that you didn’t love me the way I loved you. I never wanted to make you feel like I would demand anything of you. You’re more than entitled to your own feelings and it wasn’t okay for me to project what I felt onto you.”
Frozen in place, her mind could only focus on two words.
Loved? Felt?
And didn’t that sting?
She can feel her throat start to constrict but she goes along with it.
Maybe it’s for the best.
“It’s okay (y/n/n). I understand where you came from and I’m partially to blame for letting things go on for as long as they did without taking your feelings into consideration.
“Friends?”
A small, okay large, part of her brain screamed in agony that this was wrong.
Instead, she smiles and nods opening her arms.
You gingerly step into her embrace, one arm comes up holding her shoulder while the other gently cups the back of her head in a familiar hold.
Her arms come up to wrap themselves around your middle, squeezing slightly.
If either of you noticed the other inhale just a little deeper, neither of you chose to comment.
xxxx
Several weeks go by and you’ve settled back into a familiar routine. Wanda has officially been adopted into you and your boys’ infamous trio and the brunette witch could often be seen joining in on your foolish antics around the compound. At first, the three made a pact to ensure you would never be exposed to prolonged periods of alone time with the woman who damaged your tender heart. Often times, you’d catch yourself alone with the assassin only for one of the others to immediately swoop in to whisk you away and drag you into some activity before you could draw each other into a prolonged conversation
It took you a few days to catch on to what your friends were doing. While the sentiment was greatly appreciated, you couldn’t miss the slight look of hurt that crossed Natasha’s face whenever you were pulled away from her. Eventually, you had to put your foot down, taking them aside one day. You told them that you loved them and appreciated their concern. But you’re an adult and you can handle your affairs well enough on your own.
They backed off but still continued to keep a wary lookout. They couldn’t help it. You were their favorite.
Your interactions with the devastatingly gorgeous avenger were still a little stunted and you both miss the longing stares you direct towards each other on occasion. Still, you’re getting better.
It still hurts sometimes but you’re okay as long as you still have her in your life. In any capacity.
You think you’re getting better. It stills hurts but you’re okay as long as you still have her in your life.
xxxx
You’re in the gym talking to Sam one afternoon as he spots you in the weights section while Natasha and Clint are sparring on the mats.
“The team’s decided to make an appearance at a new nightclub Aluminum Alloy Man bought out on a dare tonight. You in, sugar?”
You laugh at the latest nickname he’s given Stark but shake your head no.
“Sorry Sam but I’ve got a date.”
You hear a particularly loud grunt come from Clint and turn your head slightly to see Natasha apologizing while he’s doubled over catching his breath.
“Oh? Anyone we know?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
You roll your eyes.
“With myself, you dork. I’ve been dying to watch Monty Python and the Holy Grail and I finally have the downtime to sit through it. There’s a bottle of wine and a couch calling my name and I intend to capitalize.”
He laughs but nods understandingly.
“That’s fair. You good here? I better head out to get ready.”
“Yeah, yeah, you go ahead. Have fun tonight!” You wave him off wiping the sweat off the back of your neck with a damp towel.
“(Y/L/N)!” You hear your name called out from across the gym.
“Care to spar? Clint’s tapping out. He’s a wuss.”
You start to hesitate but choose to nod instead, stepping into the ring, setting your towel on the rope to dry.
You begin to circle one another assessing each other’s weaknesses. She makes the first move lashing out with a swift kick to your ankle, aiming to leave you off balance. You dodge out of the way and retaliate with a series of jabs towards her torso. This goes on for several minutes each of you landing several hits when Natasha launches herself off your bent knee, intending to use her signature thigh grip of death to bring you down.
Not today, Satan.
You bring your arms up, wedging them between your neck and her legs before she can get a grip. You latch onto her legs tightly before you swing her around your body, tackling her to the floor. You move your hand to cradle the back of her head to ensure it doesn’t smack into the ground, bringing yourself much closer to her body in the process.
You’re both panting heavily, stuck, mesmerized by the intense look in each other’s eyes. You have one leg between her thighs, knee pressed to her core, puffs of air intermingling between you.
Is she? Leaning towards you?
Oh, you definitely felt that wiggle of her hips against your knee.
You wet towel drops to the floor with a wet smack and just like that, the spell is broken.
You both scramble apart and you move to pick up the offending object.
Behind you, Natasha clears her throat sheepishly.
“So, I couldn’t help but overhear your big plans for tonight while you were talking to Wilson. Is there room for one more? I was actually planning to do the same, but I hear Monty Python is much funnier with good company.”
Everything inside of you screams that this is a terrible idea. But here’s the thing, you thrived off of terrible ideas.
“Sure, why not? We can start when everyone else heads out?”
Sure you would have declined, she brightens considerably and throws you a grin.
She starts walking backwards towards the door.
“Great! It’s a date! I mean- not a date-”
She smacks herself right into the door.
You let out a small laugh.
“I know what you meant.”
“Right. Yes. I’ll see you tonight!” She scurries out the door.
You stay standing there in the ring watching the space she just occupied.
On the other side of the door, Natasha leans heavily against the metal.
What have I gotten myself into?
xxxx
You bid goodbye to your friends and make sure to tell them to call you should they need anything. Once everyone is out the door, you turn around, inhale deeply, and set to work.
Despite everything, and your unfailing determination to not fall down the same rabbit hole, you can’t help but want to take care of Natasha in any capacity you can.
So, you take extra care to grab her favorite snacks, her go-to brand of wine, a couple glasses, and an oversized hoodie you always kept in the back of the closet, on hand just for her. She had a tendency to relax in thinner loungewear, but you knew once she settled in, she stubbornly refused to get up for anything no matter how cold she got.
As you set everything down on the coffee table in front of the oversized, plush couch in the center of the movie room, the beauty in question makes her way towards you in, surprise surprise, a thin tank top and shorts.
You roll your eyes but toss her your sweatshirt and she grins at you before hastily throwing it on, snuggling into the warmth. You both settle onto opposite sides of the couch, the wine and snacks split between you. The movie plays and you find yourselves relaxing. Like magnets, you eventually gravitate towards each other, sharing jokes and snacks, yelling at the large screen in front of you as the Black Knight stubbornly refuses to die.
Without realizing each other’s movements, she winds up leaning against you while your arm is wrapped around alternating between playing with her hair and rubbing soothing patterns across her shoulder and biceps.
You feel a shudder come from the deadly ball of fluff in your arms and only then do you realize your positions. You can’t bring yourself to move.
“Cold?”
“Yeah,” she nods. Attempting to burrow herself further into your clothes.
You pull her closer to you until her legs are resting over yours, head tucked under your chin, puffs of air tickling your sensitive neck.
Bad move (y/l/n).
You forget how to breathe. Natasha turns to look at you when she feels you still beneath her.
Oh. Oh god.
She didn’t realize how close she was to you and from this distance, she can see every detail of your ethereal beauty in the dim light of the movie lighting.
You turn your head to take a quick peak at her but suddenly you’re drowning in a sea of green. Your breath hitches when green is replaced by red and suddenly plump lips are crushing your own.
You moan and your hands scramble for purchase as the angel in your lap twists to straddle you. Fists tighten in your hair while she nips at your lower lip, close to drawing blood. She tugs at your shirt and you get the message. You desperately rip away your top while she follows suit before she pushes you onto your back spreading out on top of you.
A loud groan escapes your lips as the vixen in your arms finds the sensitive space right below your ear. Unwilling to be out done, you wrap your legs around her hips and gracefully flip yourselves over, trailing kisses down the crevice of her breasts, mapping your way down her body. Like Copernicus charting the stars. Reaching your destination, you pull apart the draw strings of her shorts with nothing but your teeth, earning a moan of approval from the writhing redhead. You smoothly slide back up her body, meeting her desperate lips in a searing kiss while your hand finds her center, already feeling the slick wetness ready for you. Natasha’s limbs fly to wrap around you as you set a steady pace pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Knowing she needs the extra push, your other hand moves to pull aside her bra before you deliver a harsh nip and a firm curl of your fingers.
She sees stars.
No.
She sees galaxies.
You continue to move, determined to prolong her pleasure for as long as possible.
You’re rewarded with the crack of her voice as she hurdles into the abyss.
“God, I fucking love you.”
It slips out of your mouth completely unbidden.
But it’s too late.
The damage can’t be undone.
Just like that, she snaps back to reality.
She hastily sits up. Your hand falls back into your lap as she quickly stands picking up her shirt.
“We can’t do this.”
“Natasha, I-”
“No.”
“Natasha, would you jus-”
“I said no!”
You feel like you’ve been here before.
She turns to make a hasty retreat, but you catch her hand in a tight grip before she can get too far.
“Why do you keep running from me? Am I so repulsive that the thought of being with me has you running for the hills?”
“Not everything is about you, (y/l/n),” she bites out.
Neither of you hear the team returning but all of them can hear the yelling coming from your direction and they run towards you.
“No. You always do this! Every time I think we’ve gotten to a good place; you freeze me out.”
“That’s the thing! We were in a good place! We were having fun. We had each other when we needed it and nothing more! We were so good like that. We can still be like that!”
Tears fill your eyes.
“It’s not enough.”
“Why can’t this be enough?!” she cries.
“This has to be enough,” she whispers looking at anything but you.
A hand moves to grip hers gently. The other rises to cup her chin to guide her eyes to yours.
“This could be so much more. Let me love you the way you deserve.”
Staring into your eyes, she can see you dying a little more inside the longer she stays silent.
She pulls away from you.
Okay.
You thought you could be fine with just floating in her orbit. Maybe you underestimated how long it would take for you to heal enough to allow it. Or maybe you couldn’t do this at all.
Your head tilts towards the floor. Your lips break into the softest, most heart-breaking smile she’s ever seen.
“I’m always going to love you Natasha Romanoff. But I owe it to the both of us to know this won’t be enough for me. This can’t be enough for me.”
A whimper is caught in her throat but she can’t bring herself to move when you step back away from her.
“I love you. I don’t want to,” you breathe out.
Natasha swears she hears something inside her shatter.
“I’m sorry I don’t give you the strength you need to pursue your own happiness. I really hope you find someone who does. All I’ve ever wanted was for you to be happy.”
You make me happy.
Just say it!
Her body screams in protest with every fiber of her being.
“Bye Tasha.”
You turn and only then do you realize that the two of you aren’t alone.
Wanda steps forward. She wraps her arms around your shoulders as she leads you away throwing a glare at the assassin.
Natasha takes a step in your direction.
“(Y/n) wait-”
She stopped by a metal arm blocking her way.
“Haven’t you done enough?” Bucky growls.
“And what do you know about what I’ve done?” She shoves him away.
“I know you hurt them! AGAIN!” he snarls, “You need to get your shit together before I’ll even THINK about letting you come anywhere NEAR (y/n) again, Romanoff.”
Her blood boils. She scoffs, “Big surprise, their guard dog immediately snaps to attention at the first sign of trouble. Tell me Barnes, does your master feed you well?”
She regrets her outburst immediately, but she’s too angry, too frustrated, too exhauseted to take it back.
“Don’t forget who trained you, Natalia,” comes out in a menacing hiss.
Frantically, Clint’s eyes snap from her to the ex-soldier advancing on her. He immediately steps between the two, placing a hand on her arm and turning towards the larger assassin.
“Whoa now, you know she didn’t mean that. Emotions are just running high right now. Let’s all take a step back. I could use a hand, Cap.”
Despite his own roiling emotions, he needs to maintain his professionalism as team captain, releasing a heavy puff of air, he moves to place a firm hand on Bucky’s shoulder, pulling him to his side.
“Clint’s right. We can’t do anything to fix this right now. Everyone, disperse. We’ll regroup in the morning.” He sends a piercing glare at the redhead.
Hearing another growl, Clint whips his head back around, “As entertaining as it would be to make a compound wide betting pool with Tony on a wwe rumble between you and two tag-teaming super soldiers, maybe we should take a second to cool off outside, yeah” he hisses at her.
Gritting her teeth, she nods, allowing Clint to pull her down the hall and out the door.
As she catches a glimpse of the hall leading to your room, all she can think is one thing.
She let you slip through her fingers… again.
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What I’m Watching Right Now
JULY/AUGUST 2021 EDITION
Seeing as how I’m behind on my July Wrap Up, I thought I’d combine July and August and talk more about what I’m watching right now. The summer is going by far too fast and there’s so much goodness on TV (/streaming services) right now that I can’t wait to dive in to talking about.
Without further ado let’s do it!
Beware of spoilers....
OUTER BANKS
Currently on: season 2, episode 7
Right before the second season dropped on Netflix, I watched the first season of Outer banks for the first time. It was not what I expected...at all. So much more drama and deceit, twists and turns. What appears on surface level as a typical teen show is most definitely not. It’s high-stakes and keeps the audience on the edges of their seats to know what will happen next. After watching the first season, I didn’t come obsessed with it, but I thought this had to do with the age divide between me and the intended audience. However, I am SO MUCH more invested in this second season. It might be because I’m more familiar with the characters and world of the show, but I also think the storyline this season is helping with that too. I NEEDED to know what would happen to Ward and Rafe Cameron as well as John B and Sarah. The most recent episode I’m in the middle of is 2x07, so something HUGE happened with Ward (even though I’m skeptical. If I don’t see a body I don’t believe someone died). Rafe’s character is fascinating to me. He is so disturbing and the scenes he’s in with his dad make so much sense for why he’s the way he is. I think when he teams up with his drug dealer it’s hilarious because that’s all he has. Drew Starkey is an amazing actor because I am terrified of what Rafe will do next (but also can’t wait to see his ending). I like the spotlight Pope has gotten this season and the mystery regarding his family. The new mystery with the key is really interesting. I also like how they addressed Kiara not having romantic feelings for him. It shows how a crush might not lead to love and soulmates. I will say that I knew a lot about the JJ x Kiara ship before going to this show, and I was pumped for it. I was surprised that I didn’t ship them a ton while watching the first season, but now I definitely do. I can sense more jealously from JJ when talking to Pope about their relationship and I’m excited to watch a scene in 2x10 that I might have spoiled for myself early on YouTube...
MARVEL’S WHAT IF?
Eagerly awaiting the new episode this Wednesday
I’m so pumped that we have this show so quickly after Loki. Originally I thought we were going to have to wait longer for it. And it’s on a Wednesday, which is even more exciting.
Starting off with Agent Carter was the BEST choice. I thought this episode was AWESOME. The art was AMAZING. Everyone looked so good, and it was fantastic to hear so many of the actual actor’s voices. (Although I am surprised that “Skinny Steve Rogers” was not voiced by Chris Evans because he sounded a lot like him.) I really liked the opening/intro to the show by the Watcher. It’s such a cool concept, especially bringing in this kind of multi-verse right after the ending of Loki.
With this episode specifically: I liked how they were able to fit a 2 hour movie into 30 minutes. I feel like I ship Steve and Peggy more after this show than I do currently after watching their entire relationship in the MCU (controversial I know). Loved seeing comical (and not traumatized) Bucky Barnes. LOVED how she disappeared at the end and wound up in the present day with Fury.
Can’t wait for this week’s episode and I think I might cry as soon as I hear Chadwick’s voice.
DC’s STARGIRL
New episode tonight!!!
If you’ve come to my page before you know my love for this show. I am so excited it is back and they have already been renewed for a third season (which they will be filming very soon). As originally a DC streaming service show, I’m happy that the CW picked it up officially and that it hasn’t changed its vibe (at least so far). A lot of the Berlanti-universe gets old by running out of storylines or introducing too many new characters. While Stargirl is only in its second season, it has an originality to it that’s fresh and exciting to see. I love all the characters (including the villains) as well as seeing their dynamics with each other. So much went down last season and I can’t wait to see how it all plays out this season. This one is a must watch the night of for sure. Stargirl and Nancy Drew are my top current watches on the CW.
NEVER HAVE I EVER
Wants to know when a third season will be confirmed...
This show was AMAZING and I’m upset that I watched it so fast. I had heard great things, but similar to Outer Banks, only watched the first season a few days before the second season was dropped. I kept seeing posts on my dashboard about it, so I knew I should watch it. I was not disappointed at all and now need to know that we’re getting a third season. This show has amazing representation and well rounded characters. You might not love all the people all of the time, but that’s what makes them so realistic (and oddly enough still makes you root for them). Maitreyi Ramakrishnan is such a strong lead and deserves so much recognition. The cast overall is fantastic, and I have loved watching interviews of them. I think it’s going to be interesting seeing Devi and Paxton’s relationship play out moving forward, but I am team benvi ALL THE WAY. That ending scene from season two gives me hope!
BIG TIME RUSH
Rewatch: season 1, episode 5
This one has been on my list for a while. I was a Big Time Rush fan, and was so pumped to see the show on Netflix. Stuff has just come up, so I haven’t had the time to start rewatching it, but after watching this video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87OON7O_3s0&list=LL&index=2&t=35s
(which was such a good time. You need to watch it if you’re a BTR fan and haven’t) it fueled me to start my rewatch. It has not been disappointing and I am enjoying reliving it. These early episodes are really familiar. I think eventually in like the last season there may be some I’ve never seen. All I know is that BTR is playing nonstop on my phone now. I hope Netflix continues to stream old Nick shows. I would die if Ned’s Declassified or How to Rock were on there.
KUNG FU
Season 1 finale aired in July
I know I said that Stargirl and Nancy Drew are my top CW shows, but Kung Fu is definitely up there too. I was surprised how much I enjoyed it and I think it’s because of the great cast and Olivia Liang as Nicky Shen. I want to watch more badass warrior woman on TV and she is AMAZING. I also loved the love triangle. So happy she chose Henry as they are perfect for one another and check off multiple things I love seeing in my favorite ships. Two of them being equal warriors (and bad asses...How many times can I say that in this post?) and sleuthing. I really like how they worked together at the end, rather than Henry staying behind or having a larger fight over that. The Shen family are fantastic and I like everything they bought to the team as well as how the story developed overall. I wasn’t expecting Nicky to be a specific kind of warrior because it was in her blood. I hope this one gets renewed because I’d love to see a second season!
THE OUTPOST
Just watched: season 4, episode 4
The Outpost is a show that I didn’t even know was getting a fourth season. The summer shows on the CW are confusing because I know some of them come from other networks. While The Outpost feels that way, I don’t know if it does. Needless to say, when I saw a new episode taped on my DVR, I was super excited to watch it. I just needed to take a second to remember everything that happened. (And the season three finale was INTENSE.) This season there’s a lot going on with the kinges (probably spelt that wrong) and we have stuff going on with the new Queen, the gods, and the Blackbloods. It looks like everything is already connecting, but I’m interested to see how it influences each other even more. While not the strongest show (meaning it is cheesy at times-particularly with the CGI), I do love the characters and world and am happy it got another season. I think more people should watch it especially if they like high fantasy shows with the drama of the CW. (It should still be available on IMDB TV with current episodes on the CW app.)
SOY LUNA
Currently on: season 1, episode 44
I’ve been in this Soy Luna watch now for a bit. As I’ve stated previously, taking a break after Violetta was the right move as it made me not compare the shows as much. That being said, while I have been enjoying the show overall, the episodes are dragging a bit for me. I understand having 80 episodes means certain plots need to be dragged out (and I’m used to that coming from another Disney telenovela). However, it’s too much. There’s things, such as Luna discovering her feelings for Simon, that need to happen already. Let them get together, this way they can either discover that they love each other or that the romantic love isn’t mutual. I understand the purpose of a love triangle, but in other shows it progresses more. Overall, the dragging out of plot lines (whether love related or not) is my main issue and the reason I have slowed down watching episodes. I liked when they went out of the country for the roller skating competition, and I do feel a shift in storylines, but now I’m ready to be in this one for a bit (which I’m not pumped about). I’ve heard that the second half of the show is stronger, but I just hope I make it there.
#Outer Banks#obx#rafe cameron#jiara#pope hayward#marvel's what if#captain carter#peggy carter#dc stargirl#stargirl cw#Courtney Whitmore#brec bassinger#netflix never have i ever#devi vishwakumar#benvi endgame#big time rush#kung fu cw#nicky shen#nicky x henry#the outpost#cw the outpost#talon#soy luna#luna valente#luna x simon
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*Shows up late to the Stucky/Marvel fandom Post-EG with Starbucks and dozens of fics that I’ve read in hand* So you guys like fanfiction?
Yeah so, because of quarantine I’ve been consuming a ton of fic. I’ve probably read over 1.5 million words in just a couple months. So why not share what I’ve been reading! Note that some of these are older (popular) fics so veteran Stucky peeps will probably know of them since I not too recently delved into the realm that is Stucky fanfic. :)
Down below are over a dozen fics with different tropes, Canon/AU’s, and what not. Please do heed the tags on some of these. For the curious: My AO3 bookmarks.
Also shoutout to @stuckylibrary, the mods over there are doing the lords work.
Key: ♥ = My fave, S = Smut, DS = Dom/Sub
Heroes are Easy, People are Hard ♥ by Halbereth, Lorien - Words: 152,284 | CW Fix It, Slight Canon Divergence, Recovery, Slow Burn
Shuri and Wanda cleared Bucky's triggers shortly after Killmonger's attempted coup, and he and Steve went on the run. But it turns out there's more to "fixing Bucky's head" than "getting Hydra out of it." When a group of rogue scientists manage to neutralize the serum and make Steve very sick--pre-serum "this is bad" kind of sick--and they're cut off from contact with Wakanda, Bucky knows only one person with resources to help. He calls Tony and surrenders on the condition that Tony tries to help Steve.
From there, it's basically three variously messed-up guys’ trajectories from "This Is Fine", "Reasonably Speaking I Know It’s Fine", "I Will Be Fine With It" to actually being fine, guest-starring a far-better-adjusted teenage boy who climbs walls, a 1957 Ford Thunderbird, two women with a keen sense of the absurd, and Bruce, the Zen master of “it’s fine that it’s not fine.” Add in the fact that Bucky's been secretly in love with Steve since the thirties and things only get harder. Learning to be a person is the hardest thing Bucky Barnes will ever have to do--but he's got company along the way.
Reap The Whirlwind by Cristinuke - Words: 18,221 | Canon Universe, Post CW, Domestic
Bucky finds a cat. Or rather, a cat finds him.
Your Favorite Ghost by augustbird - Words: 21,013 | Canon Divergence, Post TWS
It's harder than Steve ever expected to bring Bucky home.
Despite the threatening sky and shuddering earth (they remained) ♥ by praximeter (Zimario) - Words: 71,532 | Canon Divergence TWS, Body Modifications
“They really didn’t want the mask to come off.” Hill thumbed through the scans, and pulled out a film that she then handed over to Sam, face mostly expressionless but for the flat line of her pursed lips.
Sam accepted the film and held it up to the light, angling so both he and Steve could see it, squinting at the outline of the Winter Soldier’s skull, and the blips of unnatural white that showed up, God, in his brain, not to mention about half his teeth, plus the mask, with its thin protrusions—
“Those are pins,” Steve realized. He looked over at Hill. “The mask—it’s nailed to his face.”
Hill’s face was as unmoved as ever. “Like I said. They really didn’t want it coming off.”
This city bleeds its aching heart ♥ by Renne - Words: 34,537 | Canon Universe, Fake/Pretend Relationship
The one where Steve and Bucky pose as a happily married couple while on a mission for SHIELD, to catch an international arms dealer hiding in a suburban neighbourhood.
The Best Way to Wake ♥ by LeeHan - Words: 42,293 | Post TFA, Canon Divergence TWS, Recovery
James Buchanan Barnes lay in a glass pod in the middle of the table, frozen since he fell. Steve’s hands were on the glass before he realized he’d moved. “Wait, Captain!” “Get him out,” Steve whispered, his hands searching for a clasp, a keypad, something. “Captain, we need to keep him in stasis—“ “I said get him out!”
Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail ♥ series by owlet - Words: 264,438 | Canon Divergence (sort of)
The mission resets abruptly, from objective: kill to objective: protect
Undersell, overcommit by silentwalrus - Words: 10,222 | Canon Universe
Steve goes so hard for Bucky that he becomes a licensed, practicing massage therapist.
Sparked Up Like a Book of Matches by Sena - Words: 26,734 | Post-TWS, Canon Universe
Steve lives in Stark Tower and doesn't have much to do when he's not going after Hydra strongholds. He attends charity events to make Pepper happy. He goes hiking with Sam. He hangs out with Clint in Bed-Stuy and watches Dog Cops. Sometimes Tony gives him super alcohol in a sippy cup. Sometimes he sees Bucky out of the corner of his eye and wonders if it's real or if he's starting to lose his mind.
Alternately, the one with terrible jokes, a foot chase through the Lower East Side, and a tiny little robot named Shitcan.
Sugar Sweet ♥ from the Red Velvet series by ColorCoated - Words: 173,400 | Modern/Sugar Daddy AU, Age Difference, Slow Burn
"What's your name?" It wasn't even a line. He was just pretty and Bucky wanted a name to go with that face. With that strong jawline. With those deep blue eyes. A little smirk, "Steve."
Awww, Steve. He looked like a Steve. Bucky pursed his lips in a way he hoped was attractive, "You should buy me a drink."
College Student Bucky finds himself immediately attracted to Steve. He knows that Steve's a bit older than him, and that Steve himself is put off by the age difference. . . But that doesn't stop Bucky from wanting to climb him like a tree.
Steve and Bucky Go Away for the Weekend (and cook a lot) ♥ by E_Greer - Words: 30,126 | Canon Universe, Domestic
In which Steve coaxes Bucky out of the Tower for a birthday weekend away and sweet, fluffy domesticity ensues. Phlintasha helps keep Bucky calm, Steve has Opinions about how you set the table, stories are told, greenhouses are toured, baths are had, books are read, tears are shed, stars are gazed upon, and everyone makes Bucky feel loved. Includes Friday night dinner, Saturday morning breakfast, Saturday lunch, Saturday dinner, and Sunday brunch.
Dona Nobis Pacem by thegraytigress - Words: 65,214 | Canon Universe, Recovery
"This job... We try to save as many people as we can. Sometimes it doesn't mean everybody, but if we can't find a way to live with that... Next time maybe nobody gets saved."
An incident on the battlefield exposes how much Steve's falling apart under the crushing weight of leading the Avengers after Sokovia. Now Bucky's adopting a new mission: save Steve before he destroys himself completely, even if it means the end of Captain America.
Give 'Em Hope ♥ by L1av - Words: 130,022 | Modern/Hospital AU, UA/Age Difference
Dr. Steve Rogers likes to think that if his patients have hope- their chances of survival will increase. Bucky Barnes has a 20% chance of survival and a desperate yearning to experience life. Against Steve's better judgment, he develops a relationship with his patient. It's illegal. It's wrong. But it's giving Bucky the hope to keep going, so Steve's going to keep giving it, because he wants Bucky to survive. He needs him to.
You belong (to me) by hermionesmydawg - Words: 29,759 | S, DS, Canon Compliant, Post CW
"Hold on." Bucky lifted a finger and backed out of the doorway, returning a moment later with his cell phone. He snapped a photo of Steve, typed a few words, and then returned to his apple. "What the hell were you doing at a sex club last night?"
"Not having sex, if that's what you're wondering." An alert sounded from Steve's nightstand - a new Snapchat message. He rolled his eyes and unlocked his phone. Sam was always sending stupid Snapchats and frankly, Steve couldn't figure that goddamn app out and cursed whoever created that piece of shit.
The chat wasn't from Sam this time, however. It was a picture of himself, not looking guilty at all, with the caption "when your buddy catches you looking at p*rn."
Circling Back from the It’s Not Linear series by chaya - Words: 59,642 (Series Total: 136,782) | Canon Divergence
Steve looks for Bucky, Bucky finds Steve, Steve tries desperately to put Bucky back together. Bucky tries desperately to let him.
Continuing Education by 743ish, romanticalgirl - Words: 14,443 | S, Canon Universe/College, Shrunkyclunks
Steve is invited to be a guest lecturer on the WWII unit for Bucky's college course. Bucky's more than happy to glean any extra knowledge (in more than just history) from Steve, and Steve's happy to eductate him. But then Bucky has to decide if he can handle the fact that Steve throws himself into danger, and if the sex is worth it. Or if it's not just sex anymore.
Salt & Sugar by GoldBlooded, stfustucky - Words: 19,598 | Modern/Restaurant AU
Steve Rogers is a bigshot celebrity chef in New York City, and Bucky Barnes is a classically trained pastry chef in Moscow.
When billionaire and mutual friend Natasha Romanoff calls on them to collaborate for her Memorial Day Benefit Gala, they both brace themselves to spend the week working with some jerk they're bound to hate. Except... Steve makes a burger that could bring Bucky to tears, and Bucky makes tartlets so beautiful Steve's sure they qualify as art. Maybe, just maybe, together they could make this a night to remember.
@/sgtbarnes1917 and @/cptrogers1918 by BayleyWinchester - Words: 114,203 | Canon Universe, Social Media Fic
Bucky Barnes broke Twitter with one photo
Proprietary Information ♥ from the Additional Information series by notlucy - Words: 85,141 (Series Total: 165,871) | Modern AU, Age difference, Slow Burn
Okay, so Bucky Barnes has a crush on Steve Rogers. The guy's gorgeous, talented and, oh yeah, the Chief Design Officer of the biggest tech company in the world. In other words: he's so far out of Bucky's league that he might as well be in a different stratosphere.
Deep in the Woods (Where My Heart Has Been Waiting) by SilverMyfanwy - Words: 15,353 | Pioneer-AU, Shrinkyclinks
Steve Rogers gets lost in the woods in a snowstorm. Bucky Barnes takes him in. Pioneer-era AU ish with Shrinkyclinks, evil chickens and a cabin in the woods.
A Bucky Odyssey by inediblesushi, thorstbench - Words: 9,952 | Shrinkyclinks, Cap!Bucky, Nurse!Steve
Bucky Barnes, Captain America, has a plan to make Steve Rogers, SHIELD nurse, fall in love with him. Confiding in the Internet might not be the best idea, though. So when the bad pick up lines do not work and Steve looks determined to staying single, he decides to be more himself and less what he thinks he should be.
At first I wanted to wait to post this until I finished a few more fics from my ever growing read-later list but what the heck, now or never! I’ll probably end up making a part 2 reclist by the amount of fic I’m reading these days.
Happy reading and stay safe out there fellow Stucky trash members!!
#stucky#stucky fanfic#stucky fic rec#stucky fanfic rec#stucky fic#stucky fanfiction#stucky au#marvel fanfic#steve x bucky#my reclist#long post for ts#wow this is over a million words worth of fic + that doesnt include everything else ive read omg#the amount of talent in the destiel and stucky fandoms are insanely incredible#a total of 21 fics and at least 5 are apart of a series ... thats a lot of words
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