#Baron Zemo's wife

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

MARVEL HEADCANON

Zemo met his wife when he ran EKO Scorpion; she had been chosen to be his second in command. She left the army when she got pregnant with his child.

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ICONS ONLY: Daniel Brühl Characters (2011 - 2021)

The criteria of this collection changed from iconic looks to favorites, so it ended up being a mix of both. I wanted to do a 3x3, so I kept it to a certain decade to limit the selection pool. It pains me that I had to cut Tony Balerdi, but he felt so out of place with this chaotic, feral bunch. Might just do a different one so I can make it up to him.

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(Slight brave new world spoilers but ive been holding it in hoping someone else would say it but-)

DID SAM REALLY GO TO THE RAFT AND THERES NO MENTION OF ZEMO!?!? YKNOW... WHO WE LAST LEFT OFF SITTING IN THE RAFT?! AFTER HANGING WITH BUCKY AND SAM?!?!!? I was hoping he'd be in thunderbolts but I fear Kevin feige has forgotten my pookie😔😔

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do NOT watch a m*rvel show just to see an actor, next thing you know you’re writing fic in your head to compensate for the lack of characterization and complete sterilization of their sexuality

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Moment Of Weakness: Chapter Twenty Six

-gif not mine. credit to owner-

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Content Warnings: language, 18 + smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence, kidnapping, faking a pregnancy.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Authors Note: I just wanted to remind everyone who reads this, there are heavy moments of cheating/having an affair in this story. You might not agree with the actions of "reader" or Bucky but it does pertain to the storyline. If anyone is interested, tags are open for this! Just send me a message or comment!

Tags: @cjand10 @generalmoonpolice @sapphirebarnes @baw1066 @nameless-ken @minami97 @bookofriverr

Bucky stood close behind me as we walked the short distance from his car to the building where we were meeting Steve and Sam. According to Steve, there was someone inside that knew some information about the hit and he was willing to meet with us on one condition. Bucky had a tight grip on a bag that held that certain condition. 

Twenty thousand conditions to be exact. 

The guy wanted $20,000 in exchange for the info that we needed. I tried to tell Bucky that no matter what information this guy had, it wasn’t worth all this money.

“For your life? I’d drain every single one of my accounts.” 

I felt every inch of my body vibrate as we walked up to Steve and Sam, who stood right outside of the entrance of the club. 

“Is he here?” Bucky questioned. 

Steve nodded. “At the bar. 

“Is it in there?” Sam pointed to the bag. 

“Yeah. Asshole wouldn't take anything less than 20,” Bucky grumbled before resting his eyes on me. “Remember what I said?” 

I sighed but nodded. “Stay by you at all times.” 

With a motion of his head, we all headed inside of the lively club while all standing close to one another. Steve stood close behind me while Sam and Bucky were in front of us. There were bodies packed close together, dancing along with the loud beats of the music and we had to physically push our way through to make our way to the bar. Steve was right behind me, his warm breath across the skin of the back of my neck, and his arms were on either side of me to protect me from whatever would happen. 

Bucky looked over his shoulder to make sure I was still close so I linked my fingers with his, allowing him to guide me through the crowd. 

Through the clearing, we all stopped in front of the bar and Steve pointed to the lone man sitting in the middle with his back to us. 

“Perhaps we can go somewhere more private?” The man swung around in the stool, now staring at us. 

When his eyes landed on me, they widened for a brief second. “I didn’t expect to see you here tonight.” 

I shrugged. “I don’t have anything to be afraid of.” 

“Hm,” the man hummed while taking a drink. “Baron Zemo.” 

“Y/N,” I gave a curt nod. 

Baron looked towards Bucky and motioned towards the bag in his hand. “Is that it?” 

Bucky dropped it to his feet. “Tell us what you know.” 

“If it’s anything like the last few times we’ve met, all the money is here?” Baron asked while placing the bag onto his lap. 

Clearly this wasn’t the first time that Bucky and Baron had met. 

“What do you know?” Steve now asked. 

“I received a call from Clint Barton a week ago to fly him and a lady friend of his to Hungary.” 

“Budapest?” Bucky spoke. 

I suddenly remembered the conversation that was being had between Bucky and the guy he had pinned to the bar last night. 

Baron nodded. “This wasn’t the first time I let them use my jet either.” 

Bucky’s hand was still linked with mine so I could feel when he tensed. “Them?” 

“Clint and the redhead,” Baron smirked while taking a drink. 

He knew who the redhead was, we all did. Baron was playing coy which irritated us. 

“I think she said her name was Natasha?” He said. 

Bucky went to lunge for him but I held him back, letting him know that we wouldn't get any more information if Baron was knocked to the floor unconscious. With myself standing in front of him to block him, I gave Baron a hard stare. 

“Cut the bullshit, Zemo. You knew Natasha was Bucky’s wife. How many times did you let them use your jet?” I asked. 

“Quite a lot over the last year and a half, even when the two of you were married. I caught them a few times being a bit too close, especially for a married woman,” Baron said over my shoulder to Bucky. 

My heart fell into my stomach with the realization that Natasha and Clint were seeing each other. But I could only hurt for Bucky so much because we were doing the same thing that they were. 

Sam could feel the sudden tension so he spoke next. “Are you planning on picking them up in Budapest to fly them back?” 

Baron only nodded. 

“When?” Steve asked. 

He lifted up his cell phone. “Clint will call me when they're ready to come back.” 

“As soon as he calls you, you let me know. Understand?” Bucky demanded, still standing behind me. 

“For a price,” Baron smirked. 

I went to refuse, not wanting Bucky to waste any more of his money on me, but he spoke faster than I could. 

“I’ll wire you another twenty when I have proof that they touched ground in New York.” 

The smirk on Baron’s face doubled in size but the conversation that they were now having fell on my deaf ears as I felt a burning sensation on the back of my head and it wasn’t coming from Bucky. 

While peering over my shoulder, I saw that not only was one set of eyes on me but at least three that I could notice. And it wasn’t the kind of gaze that was full of desire, it was more so filled with greed. 

One of the men pushed back his jacket, revealing a gun holstered on the side of his pants and I immediately patted Bucky’s chest with shaking fingers. 

“Bucky,” I muttered. 

He followed my eyes and I knew when he saw what I did because Bucky quickly went to head over to the man who was holding his gun. However, I held him back. 

“We can't afford to cause a huge scene right now. The less people know that I’m here the better.” 

Reluctantly, Bucky nodded and used his large frame as a shield, standing behind me once again. Our eyes locked when I placed a gentle hand on his cheek. 

“No one is going to try anything while you’re here, especially with Sam and Steve,” I reassured him.

I heard a snicker from behind me. 

“You think that you’re safe because you have THE Bucky Barnes at your side? There will be a time where he can’t be with you. I’d suggest you be careful.” 

I cocked my head to the side, lips parting in a smug smile. “Is that a threat?” 

Baron gave a one shoulder shrug. “What could you possibly do?” 

My knuckles collided with his chin, his body clattering to the hard floor below and he brought the stool down with him. The loud noise caught the attention now from everyone around us but I paid them no mind. 

Baron went to stand up but I placed the heel of my shoe deep into his chest, locking him into place on the ground. 

“Let’s get one thing straight, Zemo,” I dug my heel harder into his chest when I felt him struggle against me. “I don’t need them to protect me. Clearly, I have zero problem dealing with men like you.”  

Steve looked around us, people now crowding around us even closer, and gently grabbed my elbow. 

“Y/N, we need to go,” his voice was soft but urgent.

I watched as one guy with a knife gripped tight in his hand slowly stalked towards me which caused Bucky to wrap an arm around me and pull me into his chest. 

“Keep your head low,” he breathed in my ear. 

With my own arm wrapped around his side, I let him quickly lead me out of the club, Sam and Steve following very close behind. 

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Ghosts of Sokovia

Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader

Summary: As a journalist chasing the truth behind Sokovia’s fall, you expected danger, but not Baron Helmut Zemo himself finding you first. 

You had been warned.

Dig too deep, ask the wrong questions, and eventually, someone will come looking for you.

It seemed that day had come.

Your apartment door was already open when you returned. A chill ran down your spine as you stepped inside, clutching your bag as if it could serve as any real defence. 

The room was untouched, no signs of a struggle, no shattered glass, no ransacked drawers. 

That was almost worse. 

Whoever had been here didn’t need to search. 

They had simply waited.

The soft clink of glass drew your eyes to the living room. 

There he was.

Baron Helmut Zemo sat comfortably in your armchair, legs crossed, a glass of whiskey in hand. 

His expression was unreadable, but his eyes watched you as if he already knew your every thought before you could speak it.

“You’ve been asking dangerous questions.”

Your heart pounded, but you tried your best to steady your voice. “And you’ve been answering them by breaking into my home?”

Zemo smirked, tilting his glass in a slow, lazy gesture. “Consider it an act of courtesy. Others might not be so... civil.”

You knew who he was. 

A man responsible for the collapse of the Avengers, and for the deaths of countless people. 

A man who had spent years in prison, only to escape and disappear into the world like a ghost. 

And yet, as you sat across from him in a dimly lit café hours later, you realized you were not afraid. 

Not exactly.

“If you’re here to threaten me, Baron, I should warn you, I don’t scare easily.”

He chuckled, taking a slow sip of his drink. “If I wanted you gone, you wouldn’t be here at all.”

You swallowed hard, refusing to let his words shake you. “Then what do you want?”

Zemo leaned forward slightly, the flickering candlelight casting shadows across his face. “You seek the truth about Sokovia. I can give it to you.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “Why?”

He exhaled through his nose, something almost like amusement flashing in his eyes. “Because the world has already painted its version of events. You believe you are uncovering a hidden story, but in reality, you are only seeing what they allow you to see. If you truly wish to know what happened, then listen to someone who was there.”

It was a gamble. You knew it. 

And yet, you found yourself unable to walk away.

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The more time you spent with him, the more difficult it became to separate the man from the monster.

Zemo spoke of Sokovia not with the cold detachment of a war criminal, but with the grief of a man who had lost everything. 

His wife. His son. His people. 

He did not seek pity, nor did he ask for forgiveness. He merely laid the truth before you like a blade, sharp and undeniable.

“I watched as the sky fell,” he murmured one evening, standing by the window of a safe house he had taken you to. “I heard my son call out for me. And I was too late.”

Your chest tightened. “That’s why you did all of this.”

He turned to you then, eyes dark with something unspoken. “Would you not burn the world for the ones you love?”

Your breath caught. Because at that moment, you weren’t sure you could say no.

Somewhere along the way, the lines blurred.

What began as careful interviews turned into late-night conversations. What started as caution became trust. 

And trust was far more dangerous than fear.

One night, as the rain drummed softly against the rooftop, Zemo studied you in the quiet glow of a single lamp. 

“You should leave,” he said, but there was no conviction in his voice.

You took a step closer. “Do you want me to?”

He said nothing. 

But when your fingers brushed against his, he did not pull away. 

Instead, he let out a breath, as if surrendering to something he had fought for too long. 

His hand closed around yours, firm and warm, and when his lips met yours, it was not the kiss of a villain, nor a desperate man seeking salvation.

It was something else entirely.

You knew there was no simple ending.

Zemo was still a fugitive. You were still a journalist. 

The world would not allow what had grown between you to exist without consequence. But as he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead before disappearing into the night, he made a promise:

“This is not goodbye.”

And you believed him.

Because for all the ghosts of Sokovia that haunted him, you had become the one thing that reminded him he was still alive.

~Masterlist~

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Can I Hold Your Hand?- Zemo x Reader

Summary: Zemo looks after a super soldier friend of Buckys when she’s scared

Word count: 637

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A/N: Sort of sick of seeing ex hydra/red room characters or readers being all broody and angry from PTSD, so I decided to show the other and very real side of it. This isn’t me infantilising reader, it’s just a genuine way to experience PTSD

The great expanse of the wide open streets bustling with life and music, soon became small and dangerous. You were trained, and knew that anyone who did try to approach Zemo or yourself wouldn’t get far if they tried to attack, but the thought of a conflict caused your heart to race.

Zemo was confused when Bucky had asked him to care for his fellow ex Hydra friend while he was away. Most people who had escaped Hydra or the Red Room could take care of themselves. While they were riddled with anxieties and nightmare they still managed alone, but you needed people, you needed care.

The result of years of abuse at the hands of Hydra had caused you to become vulnerable, and often needing an almost child-like protection. You’d tried to hide this need for so long, but according to a therapist Bucky had found for you, it was a very normal and natural response to PTSD.

As the walk from your day out with Zemo continued, any person you passed or sudden noise caused you to walk closer and closer to the man walking beside you. Your cowering posture and protective proximity did not go unnoticed by the Baron, but he just kept watching you, both intrigue and worry filling his mind.

Trying to remember the breathing exercises and grounding techniques you’d learn, you tried not to be afraid, but after passing under one broken street light and a box of broken glass smashing into a bin, you couldn’t help but jump. Clinging desperately onto Zemos arm, you looked into his eyes sheepishly.

“Ca-can I hold your hand?” Your meek voice asked shamefully.

Smiling down at you, Zemo knew he should have revelled in seeing an all powerful super soldier so weak and powerless, but all that flashed in his minds eye was the image of his son and his wife. Instead of disdain or twisted pleasure, your scared eyes and innocent question caused him to feel warm, and for the first time in a long time, he was a caregiver again. He felt like he was needed in the most simple and wholesome way possible.

“Of course you may, and here,” the Baron spoke as he began to take off his large expensive jacket, “take this, please, it will keep you warm. Wouldn’t be much of a gentleman if I let you freeze.”

Slowly you took the coat from his hands, and slipped your arms through the jacket sleeves. Once on, you gingerly reach for his now ungloved hand.

Zemo must have taken his gloves off just to hold your hand. The thought of such a small act of kindness made you feel more cared for then you had in a long time.

The next ten minutes back to his apartment were silent, but comfortable, and as the walk continued you found yourself being closer and closer to him. By the time you arrived, your arms were linked together, and your head was resting peacefully against his shoulder.

Opening the door he ushered you inside, and though you were safe now, neither of you seemed to let go of the other. Instead his hands had slipped around your waist, and yours now rested against his chest.

You both stared into each others eyes, as if you were trying to search for an answer. He found that you were scared and safe with him, but the underlying feeling of joy that brought him, also confused him. Why did he care for you suddenly? He had only known you a few days, and yet he wanted nothing more then to see you happy and cared for.

“You’re safe now,” he gently spoke, a soft warm kiss placed on your forehead.

You can’t help but lean into his soothing touch, his very presence feeling like home.

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Visits

Fem!Baron Zemo x Male Reader

For @wildcardjgambit

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. You had gotten your daughter out of the blast zone that was the Battle of Sokovia. And yet with all the loss, it wasn’t enough for your wife Baroness Helga Zemo. Her heart had turned cold, cold enough to commit atrocities in the name of your home country. She wasn’t always this way.

She was your light, a loving wife and mother. And now you hardly recognize the woman that stands before you behind several inches of bulletproof glass, bound in a straight jacket.

“Why?” is all you can ask.

“I did it for our home, the people we lost.” she answers back, tears streaming down her face. “Where’s my baby?”

“S-she couldn’t make it” you lied. The truth was that when little Marie saw her mother’s image up on the news screen with the words terrorist written across it. It broke her little heart, “that’s not my mommy” she cried.

You didn’t have much else to say to Helga, you just slipped her the papers you were dreading to deliver. You hoped it would never come to this but it wasn’t much left for a marriage nor was it the best life for your daughter.

Helga sighed and signed them. “I don’t regret what i did” she whispered as she slid them through the opening to you. “they took everything from us”

“And I tried to rebuild it for you. I don’t blame the Avengers. I just wish you had thought of Marie and I.”

And with that, you turned and left. The microphone allowing you to communicate with Zemo was shut off. And a good thing too, because if it was still on, you would’ve heard her cries of anguish.

The helicopter left the Raft, with you aboard. It dropped you off not far from the border of Sokovia. You found yourself feeling empty but you were ready to rebuild.

You found yourself at a nearby coffee shop, just trying to plan out yours and Marie’s next step. Your thoughts ran rampant when suddenly someone spoke up.

“Excuse me” a young Sokovian woman asked you, “is this seat taken? Everywhere else is full”

“Sure” you gave her a gentle smile, “I’m just planning things out”

“I know the feeling” the redhead smiled back

“Sorry I’m (Y/N)” you offered your hand. She took ahold of your hand and shook it gently.

“Wanda. Wanda Maximoff”

You felt something jump within you when your hand shook hers. You’re not sure if it was the spark of something or maybe rather just finding solace with a fellow survivor. Maybe that’s all it had to be.

Fan Cast: Marion Cotillard as Baroness Helga Zemo

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Masterlist

MDNI

Series

Mercy

Rating: Explicit 18+

Relationship: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

To begin with, some warnings about this story: A/B/O Dynamics, Female Alpha, Male Omega, Some chapters may involve messing with the whole 'alphas are always dom and omegas are always sub' because I think nuance exists even in A/B/O dynamics, Fucking with the timeline (this is a blend of Canon, Legends, and original lore), Minimal use of Y/N (Explained in the first chapter), Reader is an alien species of my own creation and thus has a physical description, Familial bonds explored heavily, Clone rights explored heavily, Violence is more graphic than canon-typical however any graphic descriptions will be noted, AFAB reader, Not beta-read so I apologize for any mistakes.

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Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Nine Point Five - Part Ten -

Miniseries

The Typist - Laszlo Kreizler and his Bitey Wife

Bite - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft odaxelagnia

Chew - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft odaxelagnia, prequel to Bite

Swallow - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft odaxelagnia, prequel to Bite and sequel to Chew

Gulp - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft lactation and mommy kink, sequel to Swallow

Alpha Mine - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft Omegaverse, AU to The Typist series

Bokeh - Niki Lauda and his Photographer Wife (Mouse)

Muse - Niki Lauda x photographer!reader ft soft femdom and bondage and breeding

What Happens in Ibiza - Niki Lauda x photographer!reader x James Hunt ft threesomes, double penetration and anal

Life and Death - Niki Lauda x photograhper!reader x James Hunt ft heavy hurt/comfort and mild petplay

Brûlée - Dirk Brûlée and his Single Mama

Sriracha - Dirk Brûlée x single mom!reader ft sex toys/sybian

Red Carpet - Dirk Brûlée x single mom!reader ft breeding

Victory - Helmut Zemo and his Super Soldier

Pyrrhic - Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader ft 14k of HYDRA being the worst and Helmut Zemo being a consent king

Clutch - Helmut Zemo x Reader ft daddy kink, Hydra hunting and impact play

Oneshots

The Bath - Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader ft cockwarming

Ctrl and Power - Ernst Schmidt x Reader ft rough sex and secret relationships

Ganache - Tony Balerdi x Original Male Character ft food play and body worship

Requests and Prompts

Reader likes to come up behind Zemo and kiss or bite him

Roman Sionis fucking reader in his club and being a show off about it (and also he's a total switch)

Roman Sionis making female reader cockwarm him during a gang meeting

Obi-Wan Kenobi noticing female reader's tattoos after sex and pausing to enjoy them

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How I'd Make The MCU: 2015's Captain America: Brave New World

1. Bucky has been on the run ever since the events of Captain America: Heil HYDRA. He's been trying to figure out who he is and what's been going on now that HYDRA's control over his mind was broken by Steve via the power of friendship. He's also been evading HYDRA, who are trying to reclaim their super soldier. 

2. Captain America is attending a UN General Assembly to discuss a measure to register and manage the superpowered population following the events of Rise of the Sentinels. Captain America is here to speak in opposition to the bill, believing it's an unjust measure to control people. T'Chaka, King of Wakanda attends the UN meeting, before entering he is told his wife is not allowed in, as only heads of state may enter. He just calmly says, "She is just as much a queen as I am king." He meets Captain America, calling him, "America's hero, dancing around in red, white, and blue underwear."

3. A bomb goes off, but Cap is able to save T'Chaka from the blast. However, his wife is killed by the attack. On the news, the Winter Soldier is shown being the one planting the bomb, and thus there's now a global manhunt for Bucky. But Cap knows his friend, he wouldn't do this. So Cap joins forces with Sam to go find Bucky.

4. They find Bucky in Prague, and Bucky is not happy they found him cause they run away. By now, Bucky fully remembers Steve, and is certain he would be disappointed in what Bucky has become. But Steve's not, he knows Bucky was brainwashed, he just wants his friend back. Once they catch up to Bucky and explain this to him, he's more willing to cooperate. Bucky has no idea what they're talking about when they bring up the UN attack, cause he's been here in Czechia this whole time. Unfortunately, before they can discuss this further, S.H.I.E.L.D. shows up and tries to capture Bucky. Bucky runs, Cap and Sam go after him and S.H.I.E.L.D, and the Black Panther shows up to chase Bucky as well. Steve, Bucky, and Sam are apprehended by S.H.I.E.L.D.

5. They're taken to Vienna, where SHIELD has Bucky in solitary confinement and Sam and Cap are interrogated by Nick Fury and Sharon Carter, grandniece of Peggy Carter. Bucky is being supervised by Maria Hill. Cap asks how S.H.I.E.L.D. knew where Bucky was, Nick says that's classified. Meanwhile, T'Chaka as the Black Panther is breaking into the Vienna facility, finding Bucky, but Maria is not there anymore. Instead, coming out of the shadows is Baron Von Zemo, saying the Red Skull sends his regards, and wants his soldier back. Zemo takes out a book that makes Bucky very scared, and begins reading a series of German words. This reactivates Bucky's brainwashing, which confirms to T'Chaka Bucky is still a HYDRA agent. Zemo gives Bucky a simple directive: "Ihr Anführer wird Sie in Amerika treffen. Heil HYDRA."

6. Bucky escapes his confinement and rampages through the facility, Cap and Sam go to stop him. Black Panther shows up, trying to kill Bucky. Zemo emerges, challenging Cap to a duel. He and Steve fight, Zemo saying the tentacles of HYDRA have already wrapped around the world, Cap can't stop this. Zemo and Black Panther are defeat and Cap, Sam, and Bucky get away.

7. The trio hides out while Bucky regains his senses. Cap uses the encrypted Avengers group chat (which Sam doesn't like he's wasn't invited to. Steve says Stark set it up so he didn't know Sam never got added) to call for help. Once Bucky regains his senses, he reveals the plan Zemo gave him, that HYDRA has infiltrated SHIELD and are planning to overthrow the agency, using it's resources to take over the world. The Red Skull is already in America, ready to use the Triskelion as his new headquarters to conquer the United States. Zemo was the true bomber of the UN, and he wants Cap to seem like he's trying to protect an active HYDRA agent so the world stands against him. 

8. Cap, Sam, and Bucky arrive in DC to stop HYDRA, but before they reach the Triskelion are caught by a detachment of SHIELD Agents, demanding surrender. Cap gives them and himself up, reasoning they could use this to get into the Triskelion. The truck then stops, and all the SHIELD Agents are incapacitated by a well placed taser arrow. They get out of the holding cell, and it's Hawkeye, Black Widow, and Sharon Carter. Sharon's here to help because she always looked up to Cap as a kid and believes he's right about Bucky. Black Widow and Hawkeye are there because they're the only available Avengers (Iron Man, Thor, Hank, Janet, and Spidey were busy or preoccupied, and Hulk just never responded.)

9. While infiltrating the lower levels of the Triskelion, T'Chaka and the Doro Milaje appear before them, prepared to apprehend Bucky. They have a brief fight, Bucky insists he didn't kill T'Chaka's wife, which T'Chaka responds with "Then why did you run?"

10. Meanwhile, Fury has funally been putting the pieces together, but before he can do anything he is incapacitated by Maria Hill. She reveals she was never loyal to Fury and had been a HYDRA plant from the beginning, biding her time and waiting for Skull to be ready to reemerge. Red Skull emerges and declares the tentacles of HYDRA shall spread across the world, and there's nothing he can do to stop it.

11. Cap finally stops the fight, and makes a deal with T'Chaka: If they can't prove Bucky is innocent, T'Chaka may do what he wishes with Bucky. T'Chaka accepts, and their first stop is the server room, where Hawkeye uses a hacking arrow (because of course he has those) to find the raw footage of Zemo bombing the UN Assembly. T'Chaka realizes he was wrong and apologizes to Steve and Bucky. The two groups join forces to stop HYDRA.

12. They find a MASSIVE Hangar under the Triskelion with at least half a dozen Helicarriers, which HYDRA wants to use to conquer the world. Cap and Bucky go into the Triskelion to stop Red Skull and Zemo, while Hawkeye, , Black Widow, Sharon, Sam, and T'Chaka go to take control of or destroy the helicarrier fleet before they can be deployed. But while they're boarding the first of them, Red Skull comes over the the PAs of the helicarrier, commanding it to enact OPERATION VALKERIE, and the Helicarriers raise into the sky.

13. Cap and Bucky find Zemo, and they have a fight to the death. Zemo tries to use the trigger words mid-fight, but Bucky strangles him and chokes him to death with, "Let me put this in a language you understand. Ich bin nicht länger deine Marionette."

14. Meanwhile, Nick Fury gets into a fight with Maria Hill, who he shoots.

14. They find Red Skull in the control room, Captain America and Bucky versus the Red Skull once again. "Ah, Kapitän Amerika, we meet again. I could have waited an eternity for this moment, to watch as you witness HYDRA's rise to it's rightful place." They have a fight.

15. Hawkeye, T'Chaka, and the others take control of the helicarrier, crashing it into the others, which domino into crashing into the Triskelion before they all escape. 

16. Red Skull gets Cap into a strangle hold. However, the helicarrier crashes into the Triskelion in this moment. Red Skull is defeated as he falls out of the building, falling to the ground and is then crushed by a chunk of one of the helicarriers.

17.  S.H.I.E.L.D. is revealed to have been infiltrated and the knowledge is publicized. Fury is back in charge, and the agency is dramatically scaled back until they can confirm the rot has been expunged permanently. Cap and his friends' names are cleared, and the Superhuman Registration Act has been removed from conversation at this moment. 

18.  Mid credit scene shows Bucky in Wakanda being treated for his brainwashing.

19. Mid-credit scene shows the SHIELD servers within the remaining helicarrier glowing RED, and Ultron's voice is heard saying, "Oh... this will be useful..."

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Shame (Sequel of "Birth of A Baron)

After the destruction of Argus and the death of there proctetors. A massive ceremonial funeral was held in New Atlas to honor the heros that die and the people. Adrian Cotta Arc was in first line with the sister and brother of her aunt Weiss. He was still in shock. Whitley and Winter tried to make him smile once in the last month. But the failed. Winter still was mad with Whitley and espacially with his wife Ruby. She called herself many times the best friend of her sister and brother in law. But she never came to help to look for Adrian. Ruby was still not present. Winter didn't hate her brother, because he was out of Remmant testing a way to go to space. But Rose, Rose was no even a hour awy from Argus. Same for that excuse of hero that only cared of fame Neptune Vasillias and his "free of hate" Sun Wukong. They where in the border of Mistral and Argus. They never came, because they were in a local brothel having sex with hookers. Ren and Valkyrie were in his hometown killing grimm. Sustrai was nothing more than a bretayer that still worked with the Grimm Circle. Winter then heared a sound. Looking to the door she HER, Rose. She came to where Adrian was.

Ruby: Hey kid. I'm sorry for what happend. But accident hapend.

That phrase made Winter go berserker and punched Ruby across the face with so much force that it broke her aura and made her hit thw floor.

Winter: ACCIDENT!? YOU COULD SAVE THEN. YOU COULD HELP THEM! BUT YOU WHERE BROTHERS KNOW WHERE! YOU ARE BITCH AND A FALSE HERO! I DON'T KNOE WHAT MY BROTHER SAW IN YOU! YOU MONSTER!

Winter then storm out of the church with Adrian. After they where out of the church, Winter breakdown and start crying. Adrian tried to give her aunt (Adrian concider Jaune and Weiss like they were his parents) until some came to help. He was a tall man wearing a beautiful suit. Then Winter saw him

Winter: Uncle Helmut. You came.

Helmut: Yes I did. Why would a miss the final goodbye to my snowflake and her hudband. It was a tradegy.

The man looked genuely sad. He then looked to Adrian

Winter: Adrian dear. This is Helmut Zemo. He is my uncle of my mother side. He always helped us with the pfoblem that our bastard of a fthee give us. I can't help you train. I'm already old for that. So I ask my uncle to help.

Helmut: Well Adrian. You are ready to start a new life?

Adrian: Yes.

(In the scene in the church I got inspire by Aunt May slapping Ultimate Captain America in Peter's funeral)

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C.R.E.A.M

Chapter 4

A/N: I edited chapter 1 and 2 so reader doesn’t know who Zemo is. Just fyi if you’ve read this series when I first wrote it. Reader is female. No physical descriptors used. Let me know if i fucked up and not do that. Chat me up i don’t bite!

Summary: Thor crossed the wrong man, now you are caught in middle.

Warning: Adult content only! 18+ only please. Dark! There is potentially triggering stories ahead.

Dark Thor x Reader, Dark Zemo x Reader (Mein Hase), Drug lord AU

Mein Hase: German for my Bunny 🐇

💵

You felt stupid. This was stupid. A smarter version of yourself would’ve lied—found an excuse to get out of this situation. But no, you’d panicked and let him lead you to his SUV.

You thank the elderly driver as he opens the door for you both. Sliding into the back seat, you feel the soft leather beneath you, warm but somehow stifling. The space between you and Zemo shrinks and the air becomes thick. You turn your gaze to the window, watching the city blur by in streaks of color, trying to focus on the familiar sights in a desperate attempt to calm the rising wave of anxiety threatening to swallow you whole.

“Thank you for joining me,” Zemo says, his voice measured. You don’t turn to look, but you sense him leaning away, his focus drifting to the passing scenery. The steady hum of the engine only amplifies the tension.

An itch tickles your neck, and you glance over. In the reflection of the glass, you catch his eyes on you, watching. You quickly look away, heart pounding.

You shift in your seat, the edges of your nerves unraveling. “I guess… I don’t understand why you want to have lunch with me.”

“Tell me, how much does Thor pay you, mein Hase?” His words cut through the air with the weight of judgment, a thin veil of disgust coating every syllable.

The ground beneath you seems to tilt. A wave of nausea rolls in. Your mind scrambles, flashes of that night with Thor—how he refused to listen—how he had taken what wasn’t his to take.

You say nothing. The silence stretching as you felt your mind spiral, tightening like a knot in your chest.

“Does he fill your apartment with pretty things?” His tone casual, almost mocking, but each word lands like a punch.

Thor. Just the thought of him makes your stomach churn. You hadn’t asked for the expensive dinners, the extravagant gifts, or the uninvited touches that followed. Everyone knew the Odinsons—respected, feared, untouchable.

His wife, a frequent guest at the auctions, painted the perfect picture of a family man. But beneath that, he was a criminal, a dangerous man second in line to a powerful empire. And a womanizer. You’d tried to say no, but men like him didn’t hear that word. They couldn’t. To them, 'no' simply didn’t exist.

Now it feels like it was happening all over again. Had Thor sold you off? You dig your nails into your palms, trying to ground yourself.

“I-I,” your voice cracking, barely a whisper. The tears you'd fought so hard to suppress finally spilling over, burning hot against your skin. "I never asked for this… I-I didn’t choose…"

"Calm down... breathe." He turns to you, a hand sliding across your back, a light touch—reassuring, but unwelcome. More like a violation than an act of gentleness.

"We’ve arrived, Baron Zemo," the driver’s voice cut through the haze, pulling you harshly back to reality.

Zemo's attention shifts slightly and before you could fully register it, your body moves. You bolt from the SUV, ignoring the calls to stop.

Horns blare as you dart onto the street, your feet hitting the pavement hard. You dash through the lanes of traffic, narrowly avoiding vehicles as you reach the other side. Everything becomes a blur—faces, cars, noise—all distant, out of reach. It didn’t matter where you were going, just that you had to get away.

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The encounter with Zemo leaves you feeling hollow, as if everything inside you has drained away. How many people knew? How many more times would this happen? You’d hoped, naively, that you were just some temporary plaything Thor would eventually get bored with and discard. But now, an even darker possibility gnaws at you—that you’re nothing more than a pawn, passed around in his circle of powerful friends.

Cold realization slows your pace. Your heart pounds in your chest. What did you just do? Disrespecting one of Thor's friends could mean swift, brutal punishment. What would Zemo do? You don't know anything about him. Was he just as dangerous, or worse?

You bite down on your bottom lip, your fingers trembling as you clutch your phone. Without thinking, you open the browser, your legs moving on autopilot in a direction you barely register. You search for Zemo’s name, desperate to know more about the man you’ve just fled from.

You read the results, the headlines screaming at you: Sokovian Crime Boss, Baron Zemo blood rivals with the boarding Asgardians, Turn Territory into a War Zone.

You squint in confusion at another article: Zemo listed among his wife and son. all killed during their son’s birthday party, with rumors circulating that the Odinsons were prime suspects in the attack. Your heart stops. how could that be? from the pictures that was the man you knew as Zemo.

Your stomach sinks, lightheartedness creeping in. Was he going to kill you to send a message? You were disposable—just another one of Thor's whores.

The weight of it all crashes over you. Your phone feels heavier in your trembling hand as the dizziness threatens to pull you under.

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Your body returns to the warehouse, but your mind is still far away. You move through the motions of your tasks. Zemo’s face haunts every step, but you try and push it away in vein. He knew too much—where you lived, worked, even your connection to Thor. Should you even be here? Were you putting your coworkers in danger?

A hand lands on your shoulder, and you flinch, your heart skipping a beat. Natasha’s voice pulls you from your spiraling thoughts, but the tension doesn’t leave your chest.

"You alright?"

You nod too and force a smile that doesn't reach your eyes. "Uh… fine." You lie, though the tremor in your voice surely betrays you.

Natasha’s brow arches, skeptical, but she doesn’t press further. "I just wanted to thank you for the great work you did at the auction. I know it wasn’t easy, but you were great."

"Right," you mumble, still distracted. The praise barely registers as you shift on your feet. "Glad I could help."

"Good... Because I need another favor."

You fight back a frown, but you can't stop your stomach from clenching at the thought of doing another auction.

"Tony’s hosting a charity casino night. I need you to go in my place to represent the warehouse."

"Me? What about you?" you choke out.

She hesitates, her gaze lowering briefly before she answers. "I’ll be there… with Tony."

The words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. Your eyes catch the glint of a diamond on her finger. She notices and quickly shoves her hands into her pockets—it’s an engagement ring, no doubt.

"Natasha, I’m so sorry…" Your voice softens as you give her a worried look, but she refuses to meet your eyes.

She forces a chuckle, but it’s hollow. "Don’t be. I underestimated how far he'd go to torment me."

The weight of her admission makes your chest tighten. There’s more to her story, but you know better than to push.

"Anyway… the event," she continues. "It’s to celebrate his retirement. He’s passing the reins to his protégé. It’s supposed to be good faith event—introducing him to the other families, politicians, everyone. I know I’m asking a lot, but you won’t need to do much. Just show up, smile. People might hassle you for invites to the next auction, but you can handle that. Just… don’t mention my name this time. As far as they’re concerned, you’re in charge."

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You stand in front of your apartment door and breathe in. Today was long, too long, but now at least it was over.

You twist the key in the lock, and with a soft click, you push the door open. A wash of warm light spills into the hallway. Your chest tightens—you never leave the light on. The thought makes your pulse quicken.

Your eyes search the living room, nothing is out of place, but unease doesn’t leave you. Your thoughts fall to Thor, he didn’t have a key-not like a lock would stop him.

The familiar rattle of the kettle catches your ear, pulling you from your thoughts. You step in cautiously, your gaze drifting toward the kitchen. Steam rises, curling in soft wisps, the whistle still moments away. It hasn’t been on long. The realization makes your stomach twist.

“Hello again mien Hase. Welcome home.” Your breath catches in your throat. Zemo’s voice floats in from the hallway. He steps out slowly, a smile soft on his lips, but it does nothing to ease the gnawing fear clawing at your insides. If anything, it tightens the coil. “From the the look on your face I deduce by now you've figured out who I am by now-yes?"

Stiffly you nod as he moves to the kitchen. He opens the cabinet where you keep your cups and moves without fail to the next that keeps your teas. Every motion calculated, as if he’d done it a thousand times before.

“I assure you I am not a ghost,” he says, his tone gentle, almost soothing, though it sends a chill down your spine. “And you have nothing to fear. You’re not the one I’m after. Now, come. Have a seat. This is your home, after all.”

You don’t believe him, but you do as you're told, moving without protest. The bar-stool scrapes against the linoleum floor, the sound grating, as you drag it back and sit down. You swallow thickly, eyes on him as he steeps his tea with infuriating calm.

"Are you going to hurt me?" The question slips out before you can stop it, your voice trembling under the weight of your anxiety.

He chuckles softly, lips curving into a smile as he takes a slow sip from his cup.

"No, mein Hase." His voice dips, the accent curling around the words like a caress. "Tea?"

You shake your head, throat tight. "No, thank you."

He places his cup down with a careful clink, fingers spreading wide across the countertop, drumming lightly as he leans forward. The air between you feels thinner, suffocating.

"Relax, mein Hase. I've only come to congratulate you on your promotion."

Your brows knit in confusion. "I... I didn’t get a promotion."

He tilts his head, a mockery of surprise flickering across his face. "Really? How strange. Apologies, I must’ve been misinformed. Does that also mean you won’t be attending Herr Stark’s charity event?"

"Yes... I promised Mrs. Romanoff I’d attend on behalf of the warehouse." You answer, hands twisting together in your lap. You dig your nails into your palms, willing yourself not to shake. Running seems pointless. Calling for help, even more so. What would you say? That a man Thor tried to kill is sitting in the apartment Thor pays for? The police wouldn’t take you seriously. And Thor... Thor would find out.

Maybe that’s what Zemo wants. Have Thor find your corpse. Your stomach twists tighter at the thought.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, voice deceptively gentle, but you can’t find the strength to answer. Can’t even look at him. The air is getting thinner and your throat feels like it wants to close.

Hot tears spill over when you he touches you, it's almost tender, but you barely feel it through the haze of dread that clouds your mind.

"It seems I have a knack for making you cry," he tuts, a note of amusement in his voice. "I shall leave you to collect yourself."

You don’t stop sobbing as he bends down, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple, nor as his footsteps fade down the hallway. The door clicks shut behind him, but the sobs wracking your chest don’t stop, not even then.

[wandafiction]

Family - Just Us Chapter 44

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2686

Series List | Chapter 43 | Chapter 45

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"I love you nugget. I will see you later, yeah?" Morgan nods frantically with a wide smile on her face.

"Yes please sissy! We still need to do film night!" She hugs me tightly and I give her a small squeeze before planting a kiss on her forehead. 

"We do indeed. Right, go with Papa T and I will see you soon."

"I love you 3000 Y/n." I feel the tears sting my eyes at her words.

"I love you to nugget." She climbs off the bed, grabbing Tony and Pepper's hand walking in the middle of the two of them as she drags them out of the hospital room. I then turn to look at Carol.

"Are you going to be okay?" I hate making her worry, but that will never stop because she is my sister.

"Go be with your wife and child, before they think you've ditched them for me." Carol huffs out a laugh. "Oh and say hi to that stupid cat of yours."

"It's not stupid Y/n, it just doesn't like you." I hold a hand to my heart.

"Oof. What's not to like about me?" Carol raises a playful eyebrow towards me, so I grab the pillow from behind me and Wanda and chuck it at her, making the other two women who haven't left my side laugh out. 

"Rude."

"You love me."

"I guess." Before I can grab something to throw at her she rushes out of the door and looks through the pane of glass where she receives a middle finger from me, and she gives one right back in return. When she disappears my phone goes off.

Carol: Love you bitch.

Me: Yeah, Yeah. I love you too.

I lock my phone and place it on the bedside table, the room is engulfed in the most silence it has been in a few hours. After the questioning by Christina, we continued to talk about the legal proceedings and how my case is the cherry on the top in getting rid of ultron. I should probably explain a few things so you are all caught up too.

So I bet you are wondering what does Carl have to do with this? Well Carl is the son of Baron Zemo, yes that Zemo. Zemo and his wife could have been the next leaders of Sokovia and they would have been the best there was, they would have been able to create something good out of their ruling. Anyway, Ultron managed to scare them off by doubling his troops and creating fake propaganda. He was also able to get a hit on his son, Carl, the same boy I saved. He hired someone to kill the kid. Fortunately, I was there when this went down and was able to use my basic skills that Dr Cho had taught me to keep him alive until we could get him safely to hospital. 

When Zemo and his wife came to see him, they were still in hiding and I promised them I would make sure he was okay. I never break a promise. So that's why he stays with the woman at the coven café, hiding him in plain sight. I paid off all his medical bills so nothing could be traced to Zemo. Shield have been after Ultron since he came to power but they never had enough evidence behind them to put him away, he did a good job at hiding the fact he put a hit on a child. Even though everyone knows it was him. It seems that he did something wrong when covering his tracks up with the murder of my wife and child so now Shield has the authority from the UN to put him behind bars for good. This also means that Zemo will finally be able to make something good out of Sokovia. Let's just hope he can lead a country better than he can dance.

So yeah I kind of have a crazy back story, doesn't everyone in these types of stories? Doesn't it give me some humanity and something you guys can hold onto and I don't know, come up with theories?

"Baby?" Wanda's voice pulls me out of my world and I hum in acknowledgement to her voice. "Where did you go? I've been trying to gain your attention the past few minutes."

"Sorry I was away with the fairies, just thinking over everything that's happened today." Damn you fairies. 

"Well I was just going to ask if you were up for two more visitors?" 

"Sure princess." Wanda nods at Nat who comes and gives me a hug whispering in my ear.

"You have my number if you need anything." 

"Thank you." Natasha leaves the room, I'm assuming to go get our other guests. Wanda moves around on the bed, shuffling her body down the bed so her legs intertwine with mine and her head comes to rest in my lap as I am still sitting up against the head of the bed. She wraps one arm around my waist, while the other bends and she moves her head to use it as a pillow on my lap, her hands drawing small circles with her index fingers. 

"I'm sorry you went through all that Y/n. I know sorry doesn't offer much, but I truly am sorry that you have been through much hurt at such a young age." I can hear the sadness in her voice and when I look down at her I see the small pout on her lips.

"We all go through stuff Wanda, some people experience it over their lifetime and some people experience it close together. But we all experience hurt and heartbreak. It's just the way of life. I've come to understand that those sorts of things are out of control, even when I think they aren't. I know I can't control what is not in my hands." 

"Your therapy session seems to be helping already." 

"Why do you think that?"

"Because you said it was out of your control when earlier you couldn't help but pin the blame to yourself." Wanda's head turns in my lap to look up at me and I give her a smile and she beams up at me.

"That's because I know it's true. I don't blame myself anymore, not in my heart but when I have flashbacks that bad my brain takes time to reboot as I like to call it to remember the work I have put in to make it catch up with my heart." 

"That makes sense. Can I have a kiss?" She puckers her lips as I laugh at her goofiness as I lean down our lips touching in a gentle kiss. When I sit back up she rubs her lips together savouring the moment.

"You never have to ask for a kiss Wanda?" 

"Yeah but it's fun to hear you laugh about it. I love your laugh." Her nose scrunches as I laugh out some more and I can feel her whole body snuggle closer to me. 

There is a small knock on the door and when I look up through the pane of glass I can't see anyone which makes me scrunch my eyebrows. Wanda seems to know who is out there though as she giggles and tells them to come in. I light up with a huge smile on my face as the twins enter the room, closing the door gently being them. When I see the both of them make their way to the chairs in the room, I pat the bed instead telling them to join me and Wanda. I bring my legs up to sit criss-cross applesauce, but Wanda remains in her position obviously comfortable and content with where she is. 

"How are you feeling Y/n?" Billy asks as he sits down towards the end of the bed looking between me and Wanda with soft eyes.

"Better thank you Billy. You guys didn't have to come but I'm grateful you did." Tommy climbs up next to me, sitting against the head of the bed with me and I wrap a protective arm around his shoulders as his head rests against my shoulder.

"Of course we did. When we heard you were in hospital we wanted to come straight away, but thought it best that you see your family first. When Sharon let us know that you were awake we finished our game and came straight here." I pull Tommy closer and pat the space in front of me to signal Billy to come closer. He sits criss-cross applesauce right in front of me, our knees almost touching, Wanda's arm that was around my waist moves to drape over Billy's legs. I lean forward grabbing onto one of Billy's hands, and Wanda instantly places her hand on top as they all rest on Billy's knee. 

"You boys are so thoughtful, kind and caring. In the few days that I've known you I can see that, and I feel that. You have an amazing mom and you are two amazing children. There is just so much love that you three share and I'm in awe everytime I see it. I just need you to know that I care about you guys too, and I will do anything for you guys. Okay?" 

Wanda plants a kiss on my leg squeezing the small group of hands together and Tommy snuggles closer to me. It makes me smile wide and I can feel Wanda smiling too and I'm sure her nose is scrunched.

"Y/n?" There is a shyness to Tommy's voice, so I gently turn to look at him and he seems to shy away at the three pairs of eyes on him when he looks at Wanda and Billy.

"What's up Tommy." I keep my voice calm and collected, whatever he wants to ask he is nervous. 

"I know that we have only known you for like 4 days since we met on Friday, but after this weekend I have to ask something."

"You can ask me anything you want Tommy."

"Are we like a family now?" I smile at his question and internally scream with joy.

"If that's what you and Billy want."

"It's what I want." Tommy looks up to his brother for approval and Billy looks between me and him with a huge toothy smile on his face.

"So is this, like how we make this family official? Just say yes, because if so then yeah I love that it's the four of us." Billy says excitedly.

"The four of us against the world!" Tommy waves his arms about in the air to emphasize his point. "Is that okay mama?" 

"I love you two boys and I love Y/n, so I absolutely love the idea of having us as one big family." I lean down to kiss the side of Wanda's head and the boys cover their eyes jokingly.

"My poor eyes. I'm blinded!" Billy falls back, allowing his back to hit the bed as he pretends to be hurt. All it does is give me the perfect opportunity.

I quickly lean forward bringing my hands to his tummy and start to tickle him. His body wiggles underneath me as he arms flail about trying to get me off, but his giggles echo around the room. His brother teams up with me as he starts tickling Billy's side, Wanda sits up laughing at the site. Her smile grows bigger as she moves to hover her face over his and brings it down to leave a kiss on his forehead. 

"Mwuah." Kiss on the cheek. "Mwuah." Kiss on the nose. "Mwauh." Another Kiss on his forehead. 

We keep up the torment until he is telling us to stop, so we all pull back but his body is still squirming and his laughs don't die out for a while. Once he calms down and catches his breath he sits up and looks between the three of us with a small pout on his face.

"That was mean, my lungs hurt." He crosses his arms trying to act angry but I can see the smile on his face growing.

"Aww you love us really." Wanda coos at him like a little baby earning an eye roll from Billy.

"Yes I do." Billy replies without hesitation. "I love you all."

"We love you too Bill." His brother pokes his tongue at him.

"Yeah no I lied, I love 2 out of 3 of you. Sorry Tommy, but calling me Bill gets you left out of the club." My heart skips a beat at his words but I hide my elation at his words but Wanda can't hide hers. 

"So that means you love Y/n?" Billy simply rolls his eyes at his mother's question.

"Of course I do. She loves you, she makes you happy and we get on with her and we want to hang out with her more so yeah. I love all my family." He points at Tommy. "I will let it slide this time because Mama's going all sappy."

"Awww is Mama sappy at the fact we all love each other dearly." Tommy mocks her, earning a light smack to his leg by Wanda.

"It's okay Wanda I love you the most, but the boys are a close second." I see Wanda's hand move but hesitate from hitting my leg as she turns to look up at me with unsure eyes. "You're allowed, it's just when it comes close to my face or leaves my peripheral vision."

"So hitting your legs is okay?" I know Wanda is concerned but I can't help but wiggle my eyebrows at her and the boys scrunch their faces in disgust.

"Sorry! Yes you are allowed to playfully smack my leg when I'm being sarcastic." 

"Okay good." Her hand makes contact with my leg and all four of us laugh together at Wanda's child-like behaviour.

"So now that we are a family. Can we do family Halloween costumes this year and maybe a family holiday or something?" Billy asks, as Wanda settles her head back into my lap.

"I like that idea. What do you two think?" I turn to look at Billy and Wanda who are both smiling.

"Please mama! We can go on a small holiday and then come back for Halloween night!" Tommy leans forward slightly so Wanda can see his puppy dog eyes.

"Where would you guys like to go?" The boys celebrate as Wanda all but agrees to the idea.

"I didn't get that far ahead." Billy shrugs his shoulders.

"So, this is just an idea and your mom has to ok the idea. If she says no, then we can figure something else out." Wanda looks up at me from my lap, raising her eyebrows in question. "I do have that cabin Wanda."

"Oh right. Are you sure it would be okay to go there?" 

"Of course. We bought the place a few years ago, but I haven't really used it in a while. We can fly out and rent a car. Maybe go for the week and come back for the weekend of Halloween." Wanda hums in thought then looks to her boys.

"What do you two think about spending a week in the Canadian wilderness in Y/n's cabin?" Both boys bounce excitedly on the bed.

"Yes please!"

"Yes, that sounds really cool!"

"Well I guess we have a plan for the school half term."

"Just make sure you okay it with their dad, I don't want to take them to another country without him knowing." 

"I will baby." 

"Okay so what do you want to do for the rest of the night boys, as I am being discharged in the next hour." 

"Can we just have a family night on the couch again like yesterday." Tommy asks.

"Yeah what Tommy said, I just want a lazy night with you guys." 

"Sounds good to me. What about you princess?"

"Family night on the couch sounds good to me."

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WIP Wednesday - A Most Self-Indulgent WIP

Getting an early jump on WIP Wednesday (GASP). I think I am coming to terms with the fact that I have a very specific wheelhouse that I like to play in. And it's not going to be something that 99.9% of the fandom will care for, but my God am I going to write my self-indulgent bullshit. But still, I'd be interested to know if there's any interest at all in this BS :D

So I bring my latest WIP, currently titled: Horny Trophy Wife!Henry Committing Adultery with Alex in a Vaguely Historical European Setting, feat. not-Baron Zemo.

Warnings: Mpreg of the hand wavy variety, Forced Marriage, Infidelity/Adultery.

Read under the cut. Tags also under the cut!

Henry looks over at his husband across the table, and barely conceals the grimace that wishes to peek through his wide, placating smile. Five years of his life he has given this man, five years of wearing the mask of a happy, content spouse. It’s true that the Baron is handsome in his own right, unimaginably wealthy and educated and refined despite his humble origin, and on paper ought to be an ideal husband. But the Baron’s stubborn nature and Henry’s tempestuous fury make for a sorry, wretched match. 

Yet Henry cannot say their marriage has been unproductive. Four little angels he has given the Baron, all four with strawberry-hued yellow hair and eyes as blue and fearsome as his own. They are Henry’s creatures, clinging to him like barnacles even as they grew out of infancy. His little angels serve as balms to his unrelenting loneliness, the ache of foreignness and not-belonging that will never dissipate from where it has settled down into his bones like the bitter cold air of this unforgiving land.

Henry craves the excitement he has been denied his whole life. First, because he was a threat to his older brother, who was pale and sickly yet ambitious, a stark contrast to Henry’s vigour, fertility and frivolity. Henry’s circumscribed upbringing was intended to diminish him in the eyes of the world, lest the unparalleled beauty and grace of the spare cause him to rise above the anointed heir. The match with the Baron was therefore ideal: the marriage brought England wealth and a mighty ally, and Henry would vanish out of sight and out of mind. 

Then, because he was dutiful and sweet, he was with child within weeks of his wedding night. His fertile belly had scarcely been empty since, a consequence of his temper flaring up at his husband, making them both concupiscent despite the lack of affection for one another in their hearts. As each one came into the world, the Baron jested that Henry was birthing his own army to rival the Baron’s own. Henry demurely denied his allegations, instead dreaming of more illustrious futures for his babes than to become lords and ladies of desolate lands rich only in the treasures that could be hewn from the rocks. 

But there is little promise of excitement in his life, besides the happiness the children bring. Occasionally, his heart will race – like when there is little news days after the end of one of the Baron’s military campaigns, and he can briefly fantasize about a merry widowhood. Then news arrives and his hopes are dashed and his husband returns and he finds himself once again with child even though the last one is barely out of swaddling clothes. 

A visit by emissaries of a young nation sets the court abuzz. The new nation had been born out of the ashes of a rival empire the Baron had helped set aflame, and so the visitors were to be honoured with days of dazzling amusement. But Henry is in a melancholy mood, and cannot bring himself to pretend to look forward to the long, agonising hours of politicking he will have to attend at his husband’s side. 

There is a silver lining, however. A quite literal one. The Baron, in all of his wisdom and quest to show off his dearest prize, had commissioned an elegant gown for Henry to wear to the ball celebrating the emissaries’ arrival, inspired by the suits of armour from the ancient days of chivalry. And bashful as he might play, Henry is a creature of vanity, excited by the notion of being observed and desired as an ethereal, untouchable beauty: the Baron’s angel of war and mother to his nation.

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Moment Of Weakness: Chapter Twenty Nine

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Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Content Warnings: language, 18 + smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence, kidnapping, faking a pregnancy.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Authors Note: I just wanted to remind everyone who reads this, there are heavy moments of cheating/having an affair in this story. You might not agree with the actions of "reader" or Bucky but it does pertain to the storyline.

Tags: @cjand10 @generalmoonpolice @sapphirebarnes @baw1066 @nameless-ken @minami97 @bookofriverr

Darkness encased around me like a cloud, the only noise that I could hear was dripping water from somewhere in the darkness. I blinked my eyes hoping it would help adjust but it did nothing, not being able to see anything in front of me. My heart began to pound hard against my chest when I realized that I couldn’t move, my body being tied to a chair. I thrashed against it but my screams were silenced by the tape that was covering my lips. 

How did I get here? 

My brain throbbed as I tried to remember what happened. Bucky and I shared a night entwined together and while I was in the kitchen someone attacked me from behind. 

“Clint!”  his name was mumbled against the tape

Muffled screams bounced around the room as the chair moved beneath me, my body violently moving against my binds. The legs of the chair scraped against the cement floor, the noise drowning out my yells. 

“You can try all you want, no one is going to find you here.” 

A light clicked on above me and my eyes blinked to adjust to the sudden brightness. The familiar soft voice halted my movements as I watched the red head emerge from the darkness. 

“Long time no see, Y/N,” she tilted her head with a smirk. 

Curses went unheard as they spewed from my lips but my scream was heard as the tape was ripped off. 

“Fucking bitch,” I spat at her feet. “I should have figured that you would also be behind this, Natasha.” 

She bent at her knees, becoming eye level with me. “Do you know how hard it was to sit in that house, MY house, and listen to Bucky fuck you?” 

“You were there?” I asked, baffled. 

There was a glimmer as Natasha removed something from her back pocket, the metal shining under the light. My heart jumped into my throat when she gripped the knife handle tighter in her hand. 

“I can’t believe he went back to you,” Natasha kept her eyes on the knife. “After everything we went through.” 

I snorted. “Lying about being pregnant? That’s fucked up.” 

A sharp hiss of pain fell from my lips when Natasha pressed the blade deep into the side of my neck, blood pooling down over my chest. 

“I had to do something! He was going to leave me for you!” 

The disgust dripped from her voice as she pressed the knife even harder into my neck. I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to egg her on even more. 

“What makes you so special?” She scoffed while looking over at me. 

“I’m not perfect,” I shook my head. “Even though you kidnapped me, you didn’t deserve to be cheated on.”

“Do you know what he told me the night he kicked me out?” Natasha asked. 

I did my best to ignore the crazed look in her eyes. 

“Bucky never loved me. Our whole marriage was a lie, just a facade so he could keep his rank in the mob.” 

I nodded, remembering what he told me so long ago. 

It was an arranged marriage. 

“You didn’t have to agree to the arrangement. The both of you could have been with someone you loved.” 

Natasha laughed. “Like you?” 

“No,” I shook my head. “Like Clint.” 

She reeled back, standing straight and put the knife back into her pocket. 

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“Baron Zemo told Bucky and I a lot about the two of you,” I informed her. 

Just then, the door opened and in walked Clint who had a darkness in his eyes. 

“I only told you to come check on her, nothing else,” He snapped at Natasha. 

I watched as the two of them bicker back and forth, muttering things under their breath, and took this time to try and undo the binds that my hands were in. They were tied in my lap so I had to be careful to make sure that Clint or Natadha couldn’t see what I was doing. 

There was a quick flash of Bucky in my mind, his smile and the way his eyes crinkled while he looked at me. 

Surely he must have noticed that I was missing, right?

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Clint’s hand was wrapped around my throat, immediately cutting off my oxygen. I did my best to fight against him while Natasha cut the binds around my hand so he could lift me to my feet, eyes meters from mine. 

“Try all you want, you’re never getting out of here.” 

A mute sob fell from my lips as Clint tightened his grip before throwing me to the ground. 

“You’re so pathetic,” Natasha spat while kicking my side. 

I coughed in pain, grabbing my now throbbing stomach. 

“Bucky was right about you,” she continued while kneeling in front of me. 

“Fuck you,” I spat at her feet again. 

The sound of skin on skin echoed when Natasha’s fist collided with my lips, the copper taste filling my mouth. 

I cursed when her fingers wretched my neck back by pulling at my hair, now looking up at her. 

“He told me that you were obsessed with him, you wouldn’t leave him alone. Practically threw yourself at him,” Natasha said. 

I shook my head the best I could in her grasp. “You’re lying.” 

She ignored me. “He was only with you because he felt sorry for you. You were an easy fuck.” 

My head reeled back and collided with her nose, sending Natasha onto her ass. She stared at me shocked and I scrambled to my feet to run past her but strong arms wrapped around me. 

“LET ME GO!” I screamed while fighting against Clint. 

“Stop fighting!” 

He threw me to the ground yet again, only this time my head smacked against the concrete floor, instantly knocking me out. 

Six days. 

I had been held captive in this small room for the last six days. Clint and Natasha would switch off on torturing me, the healed cuts were outshadowed by the fresh ones, the dried blood sticking to my skin. They covered my arms, legs, and stomach. My hair was matted with blood from the small gash on the back of my head from when Clint threw me to the hard ground the first night. The bruise around my eye, however, was the worst of my injuries. It was dark, covering the right side of my face, and it was a bullseye for Clint or Natasha when they needed to take their anger out on me. 

The only way I was able to see it was because of the small mirror that hung up on the wall of the room. 

I graduated from being tied to the chair to now being handcuffed to a random pipe in what I realized was the basement of wherever I was being held. It allowed me a few inches of space but not much. 

Clint would only unhandcuff me when I needed to use the bathroom but he would make sure he stayed close, in case I was going to run. The thought definitely crossed my mind once or twice but I was afraid of what they would do to me if I tried. 

The bathroom had a small window where I was able to look out and see that the house I was in was located in the middle of the woods, far away from any kind of civilization. 

For the first few days I had high hopes that someone would come for me, save me, and I fought to get out of here. Fight to survive. But now, almost a week later, my fight was gone. Natasha’s words weighed heavy in my mind. 

You meant nothing to Bucky, all he wanted from you was to get fucked. 

In the beginning, I didn’t believe her. It was all a lie to get under my skin. But now, I questioned everything. If he truly cared for me, if I meant a lot to him, he would have found me by now; saved me. 

Right?

I brought my knees to my chest and rested my cheek against them, a broken sigh falling from my lips. My tired eyes rested on the growing plates of untouched food from today. The only nice thing that they did for me was bringing me something to eat but with everything I had gone through, I didn’t have an appetite. 

The door to the basement opened and Natasha walked in with a smug smile on her face. 

“Geez, who pissed in your cheerios this morning?”

“Fuck you, Natasha,” I cursed not bothering to look at him. 

She sighed while pulling the chair in front of me and took a seat, her elbows resting on her knees. 

“It’s pathetic how much you’ve given up,” she said. “Bucky would be embarrassed for you if he saw you like this. Too bad he won’t be coming.” 

I turned to look at her. “What makes you so sure?” 

“I wrote him a note pretending it was from you, saying that you decided to leave him. You need some time to think about things and make sure he doesn’t call you.”

I clicked my tongue. “That’s that then.” 

Natasha lifted my chin so I could look up at her. “There’s no fight in you, huh?” 

The light was gone for my eyes as I shrugged. “Might as well kill me.” 

“Now where’s the fun in that,” she smirked while uncuffing me from the pipe. 

Natasha saw the confusion on my face. “Bathroom break.” 

No words were said as I let her guide me towards the bathroom that I figured was down the hall on the left side, right across the door that led straight outside to the back yard. She was a few steps in front of me, back facing me, so she didn’t see my eyes dart from her form to the door a few times. 

Bucky’s voice was loud in my mind at that moment, a final ditch effort to fight. 

Run, doll. Fast. Don’t look back. 

My feet took off before I could even think of the ramifications on what would happen if I got caught. It was the middle of the night, the sun setting a few hours ago, so the cold air wrapped around my bare legs, me still wearing the same clothes I was the night I was taken. 

Bucky’s shirt and a pair of his boxers. 

My feet were bare and were getting scraped up by the branches and leaves that crunched beneath them, the house getting farther behind me. 

Keep going, doll. I’ll find you, I promise.

Bucky’s voice filled me as I ran harder, faster, doing my best to find the safety I desperately needed. Until a gunshot echoed throughout the trees, my body falling into a heap on the ground.