#Brock Rumlow X OC

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"Nothing, Nothing, Nothing"

Marvel AU

Brock Rumlow x unnamed!OC reader

Summary: Nothing is happening between them. Nothing at all. One doesn't think about the other.. that's not professional at all.

Chapters: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 //

Updated: march 1st

A/N: Of course, this is unplanned... I never know what I'm doing.

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Behind The Layers / Marvel OC

A/N: Was this an small excuse to make another OC using the Once Upon A Time cast, like I did with Jennifer Morrison as an Top Gun OC? Yes. Yes, it is. Might use Lana Parrilla next.

Name: Adrian Clayton Everhart Richards

Nicknames: Rian, Clay, A.C.

Age: 28-33

Birthday: February 15th

Height: 5'10"

Relationship Status: Single

Appearance:

Charming and charismatic.

Striking ocean blue eyes.

Messy dark brown hair.

One pierced earlobe with a stud earring.

Has a tendency to wear a lot of black clothes

Job: Businessman, SHIELD Agent

Personality: He is a rich tapestry of creativity, independence, and principled honor. Stemming from his literary upbringing, Adrian's creative mindset and unique style mark him as an individual with a distinct flair. Preferring solitude and autonomy, he thrives when working on his own terms, reflecting a self-reliant and determined nature.

His unquenchable curiosity fuels a constant quest for understanding the world. Despite his persistent nature, Adrian grapples with moments of weariness and occasional irritation, especially when confronted with arrogance. His quiet demeanor and selective information-sharing contribute to an enigmatic persona, allowing him to navigate life on his own terms, staying in his own lane.

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Background:

Born out of an affair between his mother, a young assistant, and his father, a wealthy businessman.

Raised in the Reed Richards family alongside his half-brother Reed, a scientist with a high IQ.

Father cared for his sons but imposed numerous expectations and rules on them.

Father was a wealthy businessman who slept around and made poor financial decisions.

Adrian's dating life was manipulated by his father for public relations, leading to less-than-pleasant experiences. Resulting in him not caring to date at all, not having any actual interest in anyone. But he is open to grabbing a friendly cup of coffee with a friend or two.

Emphasis on education: Reed excelled, while Adrian struggled with certain subjects but excelled in others.

After their father's death, Reed and Adrian had to navigate financial challenges and pick up the pieces.

Adrian tends to be one of the agents who scouts locations before striking, contributing to SHIELD's tactical approach.

Presents himself as a down-to-earth SHIELD agent who occasionally heads out to missions and parties to collect intelligence information. Even if he tends to very silent and stay within his own lane most of the time, resulting in people respecting him but curious onto what's going on in his mind.

But in reality, all Adrian wants to do get work done by the end of the day and head home to grab a bite. And possibly a nice bottle of beer afterwards.

Relationship with Reed was decent, despite their differences and Reed's ego. Their half-sibling dynamic involved comedic yet harsh fights over the years, resulting in the occasional broken lamp in moments of anger.

Despite their conflicts, they got along well in planning, with Adrian assisting Reed in matters like helping him win over his girlfriend Sue Storm.

Over the years, the brothers lost touch, going their separate ways to pursue their own paths.

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Motivations and Conflicts:

Strives to prove his worth to his family and himself.

Balances corporate expectations with his secret life as a member of SHIELD's STRIKE team.

Deals with identity struggles being the result of an affair and the black sheep of the family.

Hobbies and Interests:

Music Enthusiast: Developed a love for music at a young age and played the guitar during his younger years. But stopped once he got a bit older.

Literary Pursuits: A avid reader and occasional writer, contributing to his creative mindset and unique sense of style.

Diverse Skill Set: Adrian's mother enrolled him in various classes, including waltz and photography, providing him with a diverse skill set that extends beyond his professional life.

Fitness Enthusiast: An advocate for a healthy lifestyle, Adrian is known to start his days with a morning jog in the park. During high school, he showcased his athletic side by participating in sports like soccer and baseball during gym class.

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Key Moments:

Sibling Rivalry and Self-Discovery: Growing up alongside his brilliant half-brother Reed, Adrian faced moments of self-doubt and comparison. It became apparent that he would never match Reed's level of intellect or quick-wittedness.

Realization of Differences: As Reed exhibited a self-centered and correction-prone demeanor, Adrian began to notice the limitations of his own capabilities. He observed how Reed often overlooked the obvious and failed to appreciate what was right in front of him.

Confrontation with Reed: Frustration built up within Adrian, leading to a pivotal moment of confrontation. During a heated exchange, Adrian pointed out Reed's tendency to overthink and correct others, uttering the words, "Use your head, Reed!" This marked a turning point for Adrian as he acknowledged his own strengths and value, distinct from his brother's.

Embracing Individuality: Following this confrontation, Adrian embarked on a journey of self-discovery, realizing that while he might not possess Reed's genius, he had his own stretches of positive thinking and unique contributions. This realization allowed Adrian to embrace his individuality and break free from the constant comparison to his brother.

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Strategic Operations Specialist:

Location Scouting: Adrian excels in scouting and analyzing locations before SHIELD missions. He assesses the terrain, identifies potential threats, and provides valuable intelligence to enhance the team's preparedness.

Intelligence Gathering: Beyond physical locations, Adrian is skilled in gathering intelligence from various sources. Whether it's monitoring communications, analyzing data, or infiltrating enemy networks, he contributes to SHIELD's information-gathering efforts.

Covert Operations: Adrian is adept at handling covert operations, ensuring that the STRIKE team can approach missions with discretion and precision. His strategic planning minimizes risks and maximizes the team's chances of success.

STRIKE Team Member:

Sniper Expertise: Adrian serves as the team's sniper, utilizing his sharpshooting skills to eliminate threats from a distance. His marksmanship is crucial in situations that require precision and stealth.

Financial Support: Beyond field operations, Adrian leverages his background in marketing and investments to provide financial support to SHIELD. He channels funds from his family's company and other sources to contribute to the organization's resources.

Adaptive Team Player: Adrian's ability to work both as a lone operative and as an integral part of the STRIKE team makes him an adaptive team player. He contributes not only through combat skills but also with strategic insights and financial backing.

Mission Planning: Collaborating with other team members, Adrian actively participates in mission planning. Despite being silent for most of the time. His knack for planning and coordination, honed from his relationship with Reed and their shared experiences, contributes to the team's overall success.

Key Event - 2014 HYDRA Takeover: In 2014, during the shocking HYDRA takeover of SHIELD, Adrian Clayton Everhart Richards faced a profound and unsettling revelation. Discovering that his STRIKE team, led by Rumlow, was covertly aligned with HYDRA, Adrian experienced a wave of betrayal and shame.

The very organization he had committed to fighting against had infiltrated his team, casting a shadow over his trust in those he worked alongside. In a moment of clarity and loyalty to SHIELD's true mission, Adrian took back his position as a member of the team and aligned himself with agents who remained loyal to the organization's original ideals.

Fueled by a determination to right the wrongs and protect his fellow agents, Adrian joined forces with Agent 13 and other supporters of Captain America's fight against HYDRA. In a proactive role, he engaged in shutting down financial support and investments that HYDRA exploited, aiming to sever their funding sources and hinder their nefarious activities. This pivotal event showcased Adrian's unwavering commitment to justice and his resilience in the face of betrayal.

Post-SHIELD Takeover: Following the dismantling of SHIELD due to his knowledge (thanks to Nick Fury's contingency plans), Adrian Clayton Everhart Richards retreated to his home, contemplating the uncertain path ahead. Determined to continue the fight against threats to humanity, Adrian redirected his efforts to support the remaining loyal members of SHIELD who adhered to the organization's original ideals.

Simultaneously, he strategically maneuvered within the corporate world, utilizing his financial acumen to bolster market shares for Stark Industries, where he heard Maria Hill had found a new home working for Tony Stark. This move not only served as a means of support for the genuine defenders but also facilitated his introduction to The Avengers and Young Avengers.

In his discreet endeavors, Adrian channeled both time and financial resources into the development and enhancement of necessary equipment for these burgeoning hero teams. His contributions played a vital role in fortifying their capabilities and ensuring their effectiveness in safeguarding the world. Despite his significant role in this realm, Adrian maintained his characteristic low profile, shying away from the limelight and avoiding unnecessary attention. Attending events with a subtle presence, he operated in the shadows, a silent force ensuring that the heroes had the tools they needed to face the challenges ahead.

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Anyways here is a new low-key oc! I might add more to his story later on, who know haha. What do you think of him? Any ideas for new OCs?

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"FUBAR"

Avengers AU - Chapter 1

Characters: Brock Rumlow, OC!Reaper, Jack Rollins, others mentioned

Posted: July 12th

WARNINGS: Canon typical violence, cursing, guns, knives, aliens, tagged per chapter

A/N: yup a new one. I might be a little obsessed with him. Anyhow, couldn't stop thinking of "Save Her" and this was born. No idea where it's gonna go but...

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They had worked with other teams before.

More often than not they had been the ones to clean up after them and drag them out of alien infested FUBAR situations.

Brock's strike team was made up of five.

Jack: second in command, communications, reliable

Elliott: jack of all trades, the guy was the second MacGyver.

Kevin: medic and their personal miracle

Joshua: demolition and explosives expert

Ben: sniper

What else did he need?

They didn't need anyone else, they worked perfectly together.

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It was the millionth op out, two teams had gone into the HYDRA facility, the Avengers would be in next but his team had been closer. Jack had nodded agreeing they should go in.

How else could they collect a paycheck?

They were four floors down when they found themselves backed into a corner. "These things stink-"

"Sulfur," Brock bit out.

"Great, fucking demons?" Ben's voice rasped.

"Too many coming in–"

"Elliot?"

"Just a hit to the head, good thing he was wearing his helmet," Kevin supplied, still kneeling next to the larger man.

"This isn't gonna be pretty," Ben said.

"How far out are those damn Avengers?" Brock asked, gun up at the ready.

"Fifteen minutes," Jack supplied.

"Shhhh," Brock hushed and the group went silent. He sucked in slow precise breaths, watching as the enemy came around the corner, the same way they had come only to find this dead end.

Ben had been right, Brock noted as the ugly creatures entered, claws clanking against the flooring and wings fluttering out behind them. They snapped at each other, chattering, and glancing around. Brock itched, body tense, he knew the fight was gonna be hard, he would be surprised if they survived fifteen minutes.

He signaled to those behind him, Jack inches from him, that their enemy was making their way closer.

As the group closed in on their position he was ready to move– but Brock saw a body come flying from above them, he briefly remembered why they were here- two previous teams had entered the HYDRA base as he watched the fully masked agent slam into the body of one demon, knives sinking into the back of its neck with satisfying squelch.

"Contact–"

"REAPER!! REAPER GET THE FUCK BcACK HERE!!" came a booming voice.

"Get out of here–" the agent cried, the demon they crouched on blindly reached back as its legs buckled under it, the agent dug their knees in before managing to straighten and kick off as another swiped where they had been, the demon under them slamming into the ground, the fully geared agent slamming into another body and stabbed blindly.

"FUBAR," Brock breathed as he watched this rogue agent wreak havoc, ugly demons scattering from the grouping as the small body ducked under a swipe of claws. Jack chuckled beside him. "Jack on me, Joshua keep an eye out," he felt the men nod before he stepped out gun raised, shots firing off and echoing through the room. He kept an eye on their new friend and made his way out, Jack came up beside him, both of them dropping their guns and switching to hand to hand when in close range, Brock came to a halt staring down at the young man that had so recklessly come flying out. Vibrant green eyes stared up at him in bewilderment. Did he even know they had been there?

"The fuck did y'all come from?" came the distorted voice from behind the mask, they shook their head suddenly, "doesn't matter– time to go!"

"STRIKE TEAM MOVE IT!" He shouted out.

Green eyes widened as they watched his team come barreling out. "A team of five?"

"Avengers inbound," Jack bit out.

There were two teams, just not the full roster.

Brock met the lead for the second, keeping an eye on the short guy that hurried to where the squad was grouped.

"Pollaki," he said by way of introduction.

"Rumlow, quite a handful you got there." Brock nodded at the kid, Jack snorted behind him, knowing for Brock to say such a thing meant he had been somewhat impressed.

Pollaki nodded, "that's Reaper," he paused, eyes flicking over Brock's team, "they're gonna need a new home. Just two of my team made it out– I'm headed out for retirement," he added with a bone weary sigh.

Brock squared his shoulders.

Jack leaned into him, "could use a good fighter. He handled himself well enough."

"He's insane," Brock bit out.

Pollaki shrugged, "Just an offer, the kid will likely end up with Fredericksburg."

Brock growled at the name, he knew that idiot and glanced at the kid that had literally given them an opening to get out. Shock of green hair looked out from over the top of their gaiter mask, helmet having been pulled off. He watched the kid follow a teammate into the safe zone the medics had set up. "I'll put in for the kid, what's his name?" Fredericksburg would get the kid killed and replace him in days, Brock could at least look into it.

Pollaki looked surprised but grinned, "call 'em Reaper, I'll get the paperwork started once we get back to base, have it done in a few days."

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Middle

Warnings: 18+readersonly, mentions of rape/sexual harassment/sexual assault, lots of angst both past and present

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

Sorry the memories are so long, but most of this is the real background I had set up for my character when I was writing the Frozaline comic- with some obvious differences for this particular book. 

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Clint ran from the room then and Natasha rose, almost as though she was going to go after him. Heimdall however said, "He'll be right back." 

Elizabeth's memories showed nothing super exciting after that. Mostly school and getting ready to go back to Siberia. There were also some memories with her dad, in the suburb that they lived in now. Playing baseball and stuff like that. Her father looked older once again, this time in his late forties or so. His black hair was almost all gone, turning gray. 

Clint came back, holding something tightly in his hand as he sat back down. Penny looked over and saw that it was the sling ring and he was smiling slightly. 

Then, it turned where Elizabeth was thirteen or fourteen-ish and she was in a cage full of others. Bucky was fighting them and two of them took him down, punching his face in. Elizabeth was trying to fight off one of the others as well, but the man had her held up by her throat against the cage bars. 

Bucky growled, kicking them off and grabbing the other soldier away from Elizabeth, slamming him into the ground. 

"Enough!" Pierce called out and they stopped fighting. The doctors came to analyze them. And that was when the fight broke out, them killing the doctor. 

"Get me out of here." Pierce ordered Bucky and Bucky grabbed his shoulder, marching him to the door. Until Elizabeth let out a cry, two of the soldiers taking her down. Bucky shoved Pierce through the door, running back, fighting his way through them to get to her. 

"Sebastian!" Elizabeth shouted, reaching out as the man punched her across the face. Bucky grabbed her arm, yanking her into him and running for the exit. The door slammed shut behind them and he marched away with her, Elizabeth shaking as he did so. 

And now she was sitting in a room, with Rumlow and Pierce standing in it as well. Bucky was restrained in his chair and Elizabeth was trying to read from a piece of paper in a shaking voice. " Желание.  Ржавый.  Семнадцать.  Р-Pассвет-" 

*SMACK*

As Elizabeth stuttered over the fourth word in Bucky's trigger words, Rumlow slapped her across the face and she fell out of her chair onto the floor. 

"It's ' Рассвет'." Rumlow snarled. "How can you be so stupid?" 

Elizabeth pushed herself off the floor, shaking. "I- I'm sorry sir." 

"Rumlow." Pierce said, sternly. "Please." He walked over and knelt in front of Elizabeth. "It's alright honey. He was wrong to hit you. You have been doing well with the words." 

"She can't even get through all of them." Rumlow threw his hands up. "And you want her to replace me as the handler for the asset?" 

"She will get there." Pierce said. "And her and the asset have a special connection that the asset hasn't formed with anyone else here. Nor will he kill her, like the past couple of handlers. We have time. Try again E." 

"I- I can't." Elizabeth said, shaking her head. "It hurts him." 

" Желание, Ржавый, Семнадцать, Рассвет, Печь, Девять, Добросердечный, Возвращение на Родину, Один, Товарный вагон" Rumlow rattled off and Bucky started screaming half way through them. Elizabeth pushed her hands over her ears, squeezing her eyes shut again. 

Bucky stopped screaming and said, " Я жду приказов" 

Rumlow and Piece exchanged a look. Pierce looked disappointed, "Brock, this is not conducive. The whole point of their symbiotic relationship is they protect each other." 

"Then let's prove it." Rumlow smirked. "Soldat, punish her." 

"NO!" Bucky shouted, leaping up from the couch. Steve and Sam each pulled him down gently, holding him in their arms. 

Bucky stalked towards Elizabeth who didn't move, only staring up at him in sadness. His fist came down and hit her across the face. Once, twice, three times. Finally, Elizabeth cried out, "Sebastian!" 

Bucky's fist froze in the air, his entire body still. He breathed in heavily, his blue eyes on her brown ones. "Sebastian come back." Elizabeth whispered. 

"Soldat, punish her." Rumlow growled. 

Bucky's fist came down again, but this time punching into the stone. Then he stood up, turning on Rumlow with angry eyes. Rumlow took a few steps back as Bucky stormed towards him, "Soldat, it was just a test-" 

Bucky slammed Rumlow up against the wall, "Test me any way you want. But you never, ever put her in harms way, ever again." Bucky snarled and then dropped Rumlow on the ground. He turned, coming back to Elizabeth and lifting her into his arms like she weighed nothing, storming from the room. 

"Sebastian?" Elizabeth questioned, putting a hand against his cheek. 

He didn't answer, carrying her into another room that they hadn't seen before. It seemed to be a med center of some sort and he grabbed something from a freezer. He cracked it, putting it against her face. "I'm sorry." 

Elizabeth shook her head, "It wasn't you. It was them. And those words. I won't use them against you Seb, I just won't. I can't." 

Bucky kissed the top of her head. "I know." 

It shifted again. Elizabeth was still in HYDRA, but Bucky was nowhere to be seen. Lucinda was talking to Pierce and was saying, "-part Asgardian. A race of Gods and Goddesses. They live for thousands of years." 

"And she has this gene?" Pierce was questioning. Elizabeth was reading a book, a stuffed dog in her lap now. 

"Apparently from her mothers' side." Lucinda agreed. 

"So it's genetic?" Pierce nodded. "Mating her with the asset would create a potential super race." 

"Of super soldiers." Lucinda nodded. "I'm suspecting that her period of having children is longer than most women as well, considering they live longer." 

"How old is she then?" Pierce asked. 

"She ages slowly." Lucinda said. "I would say based on my soulmates age and stories he says, she would technically be around thirty." 

Pierce whistled lowly. "And she only looks fourteen. The asset is near immortal too with the serum we created. And of course, added to with Stark's formula. They may end up being the last race on Earth after their children come around." 

"We must wait though." Lucinda said sharply. "My daughter still acts younger in some ways. She is not ready." 

"No." Pierce agreed. "But we should start her towards being so. She dresses like a little kid still. It is not attractive towards the asset." 

"I will see what we can do." Lucinda nodded. 

The next memory showed a very stark contrast of Elizabeth. Her long brown hair was now curled in a fashion that wouldn't have stood out in Steve and Bucky's time. She was wearing a dark blue dress that matched Bucky's eyes, along with a neckerchief. It was complete with black polished shoes and white stockings as well. 

"Sebastian!" Elizabeth sang as she came into the room. Bucky was laying on his bed, tossing something into the air and catching it. He looked over at her as she came in and the object in the air crashed down on his face as he missed it. 

"Seb!" Elizabeth yelped, "Are you okay?" 

Bucky had sat up, rubbing his cheek, his eyes scanning her up and down. "Y-Yeah fine, doll." 

Elizabeth tilted her head to the side, "Doll?" 

"I- it slipped." Bucky said, standing up quickly. "Sorry." 

"I like it." Elizabeth said happily, "Anyways, Seb, let's go!" 

"Where?" Bucky let her drag him along, unable to take his eyes off of her. 

"Outside! We're allowed outside!" Her eyes glowed with excitement. "But only for a little while." 

Bucky went with her and the guards opened the doors. The forest was snowy and so was the path. Elizabeth smiled, lifting a hand up to catch the snowflakes while Bucky blinked at the glaring sun. 

"C'mon doll." Bucky suddenly said, rearranging his hold on her hand. The two of them walked through the forest. Elizabeth looking at everything, smiling brightly. But Bucky only had eyes for her and soon enough, he was even smiling softly too. 

Elizabeth started to sing some song in Russian. Penny couldn't keep up with it as the girl skipped through the forest, Bucky running after her. She lost herself in the melody, the song lifting her spirits. As they reached the end, which was at a cliff, Bucky suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist and picked up the lines. 

Penny had never heard Bucky sing before, ever. His voice was rich, deep, and in the Russian language, it was lovely. She looked over now and saw tears falling from his eyes while both Steve and Sam seemed a little awed by Bucky's singing. 

The memory faded though and when the next one came up, Elizabeth was in some sort of museum. She was clearly with her class and Penny could pick out a young Ghaida and Trang. Ghaida was by herself and Trang was chatting wildly with a Hispanic girl. Elizabeth trailed behind last. 

"The World War II exhibit. You have ten minutes to look around." The tour guide called out and the other kids dispersed. 

Elizabeth wandered around, looking at the different planes and stuff. She stopped in front of Steve Rogers and started reading. Then the screen changed, pulling up Bucky's picture. She gasped and then looked around conspicuously. She stepped forwards, pausing it and reading everything about it, before going back to Steves'. 

Her lips moved and then she was hurrying away from them, over to the brochures. She scanned them, flipping through them, before shoving one up her long sleeves. 

"No, no, no what are you doing?" Bucky moaned, putting his hands over his face. "Why Elizabeth?" 

"Sebastian." Elizabeth hissed as she crept up behind him. Bucky turned and saw her there. 

"What's up do-" 

She grabbed his arm, dragging him away. She kept glancing around, dragging him down an abandoned hallway, then through a door, and down into a restricted part of the base. 

"What are we doing?" Bucky asked. 

Elizabeth pulled out the brochure and whispered, "Your name is Bucky." 

"What?" Bucky asked, taking the brochure from her. He read through it, frowning, scanning bits and then looked up at her. "Where did you get this?" 

"My class went on a field trip." She murmured. "Bu-" 

"No." Bucky hissed, dragging her further down the tunnel. "Are you insane? Why did you bring this here?" 

"Because you needed to know-" 

"Elly," Bucky said sternly. "Listen to me. If you get caught with this-" 

"But I didn't-" 

"We have to destroy it." Bucky said, looking around wildly. "Damnit." 

"Buck-" 

"Don't." Bucky pinched her lips with his fingers. "Never, ever use this name. It's to much of a risk. If someone overheard you-" 

"Like me." 

Both of them spun around to see Rumlow standing there. Even Penny hadn't seen him and it gave her a heart attack. 

Rumlow started forwards, grabbing Elizabeth's shirt collar. "You stupid, stupid girl. You could have ruine-" 

Bucky grabbed Rumlow around the neck. "Let. Her. Go." 

"You're out of line Soldat." Rumlow snarled, but let Elizabeth go anyways. Bucky released him. 

"I told her to find it." Bucky lied. "I was already remembering." 

Rumlow chuckled, "Protective as always Soldat. Give me that." 

Bucky handed over the brochure. Rumlow flicked it open and snorted. "God. Hopeless. Let's go. You-" He yanked Elizabeth in front of him and took out his gun. "Any funny business behind me Soldat and I'll shoot her in the back." 

The memory faded and it came to Elizabeth crawling through a vent. It was dead silent wherever she was as she crawled to the edge of it. The sound of a whip suddenly cut through the air and a cry fell from Bucky's lips somewhere below her. 

"Shit." Bucky whispered. "Not this." 

"Buck?" Steve asked softly. 

Bucky sunk to the floor, putting his back against the couch and covered his face with his hands. "Not this." Penny wanted to comfort him, but Steve and Sam sunk to the floor with him and Clint hugged him from behind. 

Elizabeth peered out the vent and what was on scene made Penny's blood boil. Bucky was completely naked, his arms chained behind his back. He had a collar around his neck, which was leashed to a metal pole in the middle of the room. He was on his knees, sitting on his side. His head was hanging down, his brown hair curtained around his face. 

Pierce was in the room, only wearing jeans and a belt. He had a whip in his hand and continued to bring it down on Bucky's shoulders. 

Then, Pierce dropped the whip just as Elizabeth started to open the vent. Pierce cupped Bucky's jaw, bringing it towards him. "You're such a good boy for me James." 

Steve suddenly stood straight up, looking like he wanted to murder someone. Penny felt exactly the same way. She remembered her father always having this man over for dinner, someone her father had trusted and called friend. She glanced over and saw that her father was glaring at the memory, also looking like he wanted to kill someone. 

Penny wished they were all still alive: Pierce, Rumlow, Jackson, Sharon, just so she could kill them with her bare hands. She wished she had gotten a go at any of them.

Elizabeth climbed out of the vent, landing on the balcony above. She looked furious, glaring at the scene. She crouched down, looking through the bars as Pierce kissed Bucky on the lips and whispered. "Good boy." 

Then Pierce stood up and exited the room, leaving Bucky there. 

Elizabeth went to leap over the banister, but hands grabbed her and she crashed to the floor. Rumlow hoisted her up, slamming her against the wall. Unlike the other times though, he didn't look furious. In fact, he was grinning now. 

"It arouses you, doesn't it?" Rumlow smirked. 

Elizabeth didn't move, just glaring at him, clearly trained not to hit him or fight back. 

"Seeing him all submissive?" Rumlow asked, purring against her ear. "Want to feel it?" 

Rumlow pushed her skirt up and she glared at him, "Don't touch me." 

"You can't stop me." Rumlow chuckled, "Unless you want him to get a little punishment from me too." 

Elizabeth yelped, pushing up on her tip toes, a look of pain coming over her face, "Ow!" 

"Oh stop, it doesn't hurt that bad." Rumlow sighed. 

"No! Ow! Stop! That hurts!" Elizabeth cried out. 

Penny could feel Rhodey's muscle flexing around her, clearly wanting to murder him too. Penny was shaking and she could feel Natasha's anger. Actually, she could feel all of her soulmates anger through the bonds and the rest of the anger on the air. It was livid. 

Suddenly, Rumlow was thrown backwards and a metal arm pushed Elizabeth away as well. Bucky stood there, the leash torn in half, his eyes glaringly angry. "She. Said. Stop." 

"Soldat!" Pierces' voice called angrily from the other room. 

"Masters calling." Rumlow sneered. 

Bucky didn't answer, turning. He wrapped his metal arm around Elizabeth's waist, dropping into the other room. The metal pole was bent, but not broken, the second half of the leash still there. And the chains that had kept Bucky's arms behind his back were twisted pieces of metal. 

Pierce glared at Bucky as he set Elizabeth on her feet, "I told you to stay." 

"I- I called for him." Elizabeth lied. "Rumlow was-" 

"He was touching her." Bucky growled. "She's mine. He doesn't get to touch her." 

Elizabeth blushed darkly. 

Pierce sighed, "Then it's excusable. You're both dismissed." 

They went together and Bucky put clothes on in his room. 

"How did you know to come?" Elizabeth asked softly, taking a bandage and wrapping Bucky's wrist where he was bleeding from breaking out of the chain. 

"I heard you." Bucky whispered. "You were in pain." 

"I didn't like it. It hurt." Elizabeth whispered. 

"I know." Bucky whispered. 

Elizabeth knelt down, resting her head against his knee while he sat on the bed. "Are you okay?" 

Bucky reached down, picking her up lightly, pulling her into him as he laid down on the bed. The two of them cuddled into each other. "Yes. You're here." 

The next memory was Elizabeth walking, hesitating before opening a door. 

Like the other scene, this one made Penny's blood boil. 

Pierce was sitting in his chair at the head of the table, his legs wide apart. Bucky was sitting between them, his head resting on Pierce's left leg. His wrists and ankles were chained and he had a collar around his neck again. Pierce was stroking his long hair. 

"Ah good." Pierce said, holding out an arm and Elizabeth approached silently. Pierce wrapped the arm around her, pulling her onto his right leg. 

"Is she for sale?" One of the men immediately asked with a smirk. Bucky growled and Pierce laughed at that. 

"Careful, gentlemen, the dog is quite protective of the kitty cat." Pierce smirked. "And, vice versa. Best not to say anything unkind about one in front of the other." 

The rest of the men around the table smirked. Penny felt pity towards Elizabeth, who was clearly uncomfortable where she was. She was also wearing more revealing clothes than any of the previous times. She too, had a collar around her neck, though thinner than Bucky's. 

Penny gave a start as suddenly, Natasha started to cry. Natasha got up and threw herself into Bucky's arms. "I'm so sorry James." 

Bucky hugged her back tightly. Penny glanced over and saw her father had tears in his eyes. God that was affecting all of them. She looked and saw Elijah was pacing in the back of the room, clearly thinking. Wanda had tears streaming down her face, even as she continued to show Elizabeth's memories. 

Rhodey pulled her in tighter and she settled on his lap, hugging him back as tightly as possible. 

It faded and now Elizabeth was in a cage. It was small, barely able to hold her. She was sitting with her back against the bars and her feet pressed up against the other side, her knees bent. She was wearing the collar, the end of the leash connected to the bars above. 

The scene shifted and it was a bigger cage now, enough for her to lay down in. But she was sitting down, a muzzle over her mouth. Tears leaked from her eyes. Footsteps sounded across the dark room and she shifted until she was in the back corner near the wall. But it was just Bucky. 

He knelt by the cage as she came over to him. "Hey d oll." Bucky whispered sadly, reaching through and cupping her face. "Where's the door." 

Unable to talk, she pointed upwards. Bucky stood up, opening the door and hopping into the cage with her. He bent down, carefully undoing the muzzle. Then, laying down, pulled her on top of him. "There you go sweetheart." 

The memory shifted and it was Bucky and Pierce again. This time, Pierce actually had Bucky pressed to the floor and was raping him. Bucky kept his eyes squeezed, his teeth gritted, but no sounds of pain came from him. 

Elizabeth was stone faced this time, hiding. 

Pierce pulled away and Bucky collapsed on the floor. 

"String him up." Pierce commanded in a bored voice. The guards moved forwards, lifting Bucky up, his hands above him in chains. Bucky however, mostly slumped, only the low height of the chains keeping him from hanging completely. 

Pierce went for the whip and Elizabeth sprang, kicking him across the face. Pierce grunted, falling backwards. The guards yelled out, but Elizabeth shoved a knife through one of their necks and then snapped the neck of the second one. She continued to fight with them until one remained, which she continued to stab repeatedly, even after he was dead, screaming. 

She stood up, looking just slightly unhinged. Pierce had backed away, holding his jaw with one hand, a gun in the other. She stalked towards him, knife in her hand. 

"He's mine." Elizabeth snarled. "You hurt him."

Pierce chuckled coldly. "Yours huh? Has he ever fucked you? Shown you any pleasure? He barely even touches you E. He looks at you like a little sister he has to protect. But me? Oh no E. He's not yours and he's never been yours. He's been mine since the beginning. And he will always be mine. Just like you will be." 

Like a wild cat, Elizabeth snarled and leapt at Pierce, but he shot her dead center in the chest. It just a dart though, with sleeping solution and she out like a light. 

But the memory continued from there and she pushed herself up off the floor. Bucky was out of the chains, his eyes dead and unseeing. He picked her up, but not in the gentle way he usually did. He did it from behind, grabbing her right arm, slamming her down on the table, keeping her right arm out. 

"Seb?" Elizabeth whispered. 

"He can't hear you." Pierce said, walking in front of her and Elizabeth looked up at him. "He's wearing headphones. In which he can hear only the orders given to us." 

Elizabeth struggled and Bucky pressed down harder. 

"You've cost me a lot of good men and if it wasn't for your future value, well I'd probably just kill you right here and now." Pierce sighed. "To bad you're such a pretty little thing. And quite frankly, we'd probably lose the soldier too. So, since you've cost me men, it's going to cost you something. How about. . . an arm?" 

"NO!" Bucky gasped in horror from the floor. Penny finally felt the tears that she had been desperately trying to hold back form. But she knew Elizabeth had never had a metal arm. Maybe it was just a threat. 

Penny turned away and heard Elizabeth's screams instead as her arm was taken from her. The memory went black. 

The next memories were fuzzy, probably from no memory of them, even as they were happening. And then there was screaming, "MY DAUGHTER! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY DAUGHTER?" 

There was a ringing noise accompanied by Pierce shouting back, "SHE KILLED MY MEN!" 

"I DON'T CARE IF SHE KILLED YOU! SHE'S DYING!" Lucinda was hysterical and the vision cleared enough to see her mom sobbing over her. "SHE'S DYING!" 

"Lucy-" 

Lucinda turned around, slapping Pierce across the face. And then, she screamed the one thing that Penny never thought her mother would ever scream, "SEBASTIAN! Someone get me Sebastian!" 

A doctor ran from the room as Elizabeth gasped, looking around, trying to breathe. The bleeding from her arm had stopped, but the heart monitor was unsteady. "M-mom." 

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry." Lucinda sobbed. "I'm so sorry, I should've been here." 

"She cared." Penny whispered aloud. Rhodey squeezed her tightly. 

"She always cared." Ghaida responded softly. "She did love Elizabeth. She thought they were creating a new world. And she just wanted Elizabeth to thrive. She thought that by putting her daughter with the best chance at survival, Elizabeth would make it. That her and James would be the King and Queen of this new world. She never wanted Elizabeth hurt or tortured. She did love her. Some might say, too much." 

Bucky burst into the room, his eyes tinged red. He had clearly been crying. "Save her." Lucinda choked out. "Please." 

Bucky looked horrified as Elizabeth's searched his and then started to flutter. 

"Stay with me doll." Bucky said, ripping out the wires and needles that were connected to her and then pulled her into his arms. He raced from the room and the jolts brought sharper focus into the memory. "You have to stay with me. You have to stay with me doll. I need you to stay with me." 

"Seb. . ." Elizabeth whispered. 

Bucky burst into  a room which was full of cryo chambers. All of the super soldiers were in there, but there was an empty one down near the end. Bucky opened it up and placed Elizabeth inside. 

"Elly." Bucky whispered, cupping her face. "I'm so so sorry. I couldn't stop them. I couldn't stop me." His voice cracked. "And I'm sorry I have to put you in here. But it's the only way doll. I can't live without you." 

"Seb. . . it okay." Elizabeth whispered. Bucky kissed her forehead, hesitated, and then kissed her on the lips, before pulling away. "I love you." He whispered, and then slammed the door closed. He fell to his knees in front of the case as it started to fill with the preserving fluid and then the memory faded. 

"Buck." Steve whispered softly as he had gotten up off the floor, pacing back and forth. 

"She could've died because of me." Bucky panted. "Oh God." 

"She's alive because of you." Pietro said fiercely. "The others all freaked out. You saved her." 

"You can't stop the words, bubs." Tony said softly, getting up too and touching Bucky's arm. "You saved her. They tried to kill her. There's a difference." 

Bucky buried his head into Tony's shoulder and the billionaire gently pulled him down to the floor to sit with them as well. 

The next memory fizzled until it was Elizabeth, sitting up. She had a silver metal arm on her right side now. It was complete with a red star as well. 

"How does it feel?" An African, female doctor suddenly walked through the door, making T'Challa, Shuri, and even Okoye all gasp. 

"Fine." Elizabeth whispered as her mother came into the room too. "It doesn't hurt at all." 

"Good." The doctor nodded. 

"Where's Sebastian?" Elizabeth asked quietly. 

Her mother sighed, "He's. . . he's in cryo right now sweetheart. He uh, here." 

Her mom handed her a new bunny stuffed animal, with white fur and a small flower crown. A little note was attached to it. Elizabeth took it gently, holding it tightly. 

"Now, we have features to this one. I made it as high tech as possible." The doctor continued, addressing Lucinda. "It's lightweight. She'll never be able to tell the difference between her flesh and metal arm. It will be more powerful though, she might notice if she's stronger there. And of course, indestructible, being made of Vibranium. The high tech wiring will prevent it from making any mechanical noises. It will also feel just like a flesh arm, even have the squishiness to it that a normal arm does. And-" 

The doctor stepped forwards, tapping the red star and it shimmered, becoming a normal arm. "Voila. Now, I lock it and. . . there. You'll never tell the difference." 

"Thank you." Lucinda said. "How much-" 

The doctor smiled mysteriously. "Don't worry about that Pierce is paying me in other ways." 

"Well, I will let you get back to Wakanda then." Lucinda said with a small smile. 

"Hail HYDRA." The doctor nodded. 

"Hail HYDRA." Lucinda nodded and the doctor left. "Fuck HYDRA." Lucinda growled and then sighed, pulling out a pill. "Here E." 

Elizabeth took the pill and everything went black. 

There were more memories of her just being at school and moving through the day. Always seemingly alone. Never making friends. Never searching out friends. There was also a flurry of Gymnastics memories, what seemed like hundreds and hundreds of meets and competitions. 

Finally, it settled back to Bucky and her. Bucky was kneeling in front of her, resting his head on her knees. She was stroking his hair. "Am I triggering anything?" Elizabeth asked softly, hesitantly. "I don't want to hurt you." 

"Your fingers feel good Doll." Bucky whispered. "You're perfect." 

Elizabeth smiled at that and then softened. "I try. And only for you." 

The memory shifted to them dancing. Classical music was playing in the background and the lights were out so that it was hard to make out their shapes. But they were ballroom dancing, both of them smiling as they did this one little thing. 

The memory shifted once more. Lucinda was in front of Elizabeth and Bucky and both of them were wearing faces of identical shock. 

"Sebastian is coming home with us?" Elizabeth asked. 

"For a month." Lucinda nodded. "He has a mission in Ohio and I figure he might as well stay with us." 

Elizabeth's face lit up. Bucky on the other hand, seemed rather down about the whole thing. 

"E," Her mother said, "Go ahead and get your things you want to bring back. I need to talk to The. . . Seb for a second." 

It was clear that her mother was trying to appease her with the Bucky name thing. 

The memory cleared once more and now, Elizabeth was sitting a table, eating hot dogs with the family. Two young boys, perhaps both around ten or so, were eating at one end of the table. Pierce was sitting next to the reddish-brown haired boy, talking to him kindly. Paul was at the head of the table, his hair pepper coloured in a mix of black, gray, and white. 

Lucinda sat next to Paul and Bucky sat next to Elizabeth. Bucky looked extremely nervous and so did Lucinda. 

"Nice to finally meet you, Sebastian." Paul greeted him. "Elizabeth's told me so much about you." 

Bucky and Elizabeth both looked at him in equal shock. 

"Elizabeth, ah yes." Bucky stammered. "Sorry, I call her Elly." 

"Ah another nickname of yours." Her father said fondly. "Yes, we rarely ever call her Elizabeth to begin with. Everyone just calls her E." 

"I see." Bucky murmured. Lucinda and Pierce both looked tense now. 

The boys eventually scampered off and Elizabeth finished eating too. "Can Sebastian and I go out into the backyard?" Elizabeth asked. 

"Of course." Paul said, "If that's alright with your mother and Mr. Pierce?" 

"Sure." Lucinda said lightly. 

Elizabeth got up and went into the backyard. The two of them walked in silence and once they rounded out by the playset, she seemed to have a panic attack. 

"Hey." Bucky said, catching her as she fell to her knees, gasping for air. "Hey it's okay. Elly." 

"I forgot my own name." She gasped out. "I forgot my own name." 

"It's okay." Bucky whispered, cuddling her. "Elly. Elizabeth. It's okay. You're okay. You know it now. I'll remember it for you." 

"I can't remember yours." Elizabeth suddenly sobbed. "I know I learned it and they made me forget it." 

"Hey." Bucky cupped her face, wiping away her tears. "Look at me Elly. It doesn't matter. You are the only one here who treats me like I'm actually worth something. Like I'm a person. As long as you don't call me 'Soldat' or 'the Asset', I don't care what name you call me Elly." 

The memory faded and disappeared into them sitting at the dining room table again. The atmosphere was different now. Paul was frowning, looking at Lucinda, then Pierce, then Bucky, and then his daughter. "Married?" 

"I think it would work, Paul." Lucinda said softly. "E is. . . well aging slowly and Sebastian doesn't age much either." 

Paul sat back. Elizabeth looked like she was trying not to smile, but Bucky wasn't smiling at all. "You don't look happy about it." Paul spoke directly to Bucky. 

Bucky hesitated and then said, "It's just. . . while this bonding would be optimal, I have just never loved her like that." 

Elizabeth's face fell and she looked down at her lap, hiding her face. Paul glanced at her and then at Bucky who looked at the table instead. Elizabeth slid off her chair and headed out into the backyard, leaving the scene behind. 

Bucky came and found her a few hours later behind the playset. "E-" 

She wiped her eyes. "What?" 

"Are you really that upset about what I said?" He sighed. "I thought you knew?" 

She shook her head, "I thought- I thought you loved me." 

"I'm sorry. I just. . . don't." Bucky said flatly. Penny could tell he was lying. 

Elizabeth stood up, grabbing the front of his shirt. But not angrily, more just desperately. And she spoke to his chest as she cried, "Why? What didn't I do right? What can I do?" 

Bucky closed his eyes towards the sky, looking heartbroken. But when he came back, he put on a face of anger and shoved her away- still gently. "Don't guilt me. It's not like it's a choice, E." She flinched as he called her what she hated most. "So don't guilt me like they do." 

He stalked away, shoulders tense. Elizabeth slowly lowered herself to her knees, sobbing. 

Days passed and Elizabeth spent most of them in her room, surrounded by the stuffed animals that Bucky had given her. Her father spent a lot of time with her in silence. 

But the memory shifted and she was outside with Pierce. "I'm sorry honey." Pierce said, pulling her into a hug. "I know you loved him." 

"I thought he loved me." Elizabeth sighed as he released her. She knelt down by a bush that was sprouting blueberries, picking them. 

"He does." Pierce said, a smile creeping on his face, "He just thinks that his little show will protect you. Thinks loving you will hurt you." 

"He hurt me!" Elizabeth said angrily. "I don't care about anything or anyone else. Nothing but him could've hurt me." 

"I know." Pierce sighed. "You want to test my theory?" 

Elizabeth looked confused, "How?" 

Pierce knelt, grabbing her face so her lips became pouty, pushing something between them. Elizabeth struggled in his grasp and then Pierce released her, running away. 

Elizabeth convulsed on the ground and it was only seconds later that Bucky was running and skidding in the grass to come next to her. He pulled her into his arms, performing a perfect Heimlich maneuver so that the fruit came out of her. It started fading black as Bucky performed CPR after that, Lucinda and Paul running across the grass towards them. 

As Elizabeth's vision started to clear up, Bucky's terrified face was above her. "D-doll?" 

"Seb." She coughed, rolling into him. 

"I've got you." He whispered, picking her up and carrying her towards the house. He carried her up to the bedroom, setting her on the bed. 

"You lied. Why?" Elizabeth coughed. 

Bucky hung his head. "I'm trying to protect you. If they thought I loved you, they could use you against me." 

"You said- you said. . . you said I was one of them." Elizabeth said, clenching her fists tightly. "You said-" 

"I know." Bucky whispered. "I know I said that. I'm sorry. I was trying to hurt you. Push you away. Stop you from caring about me. I would rather that you hate me and be safe than love me and be hurt." 

"I don't! I love you!" Elizabeth shouted. "You're the only thing I care about!" 

Bucky nodded, pulling her into his arms. "I know. You're the same thing for me." 

The vision faded and now Elizabeth was creeping around her house in the middle of the night. Going down into the basement. She pushed open a metal door and padded down the hallway which took her to a secret laboratory. Pushing open a door found Bucky in there, fast asleep. She closed the door behind her. 

She climbed up on the bed, curling next to him. Bucky grumbled, rolling over and slowly opening his eyes. "What ya doing doll?" 

"Couldn't sleep." Elizabeth mumbled. "Needed you." 

The memories continued, mostly them outside in the backyard. They had lots of trees in the backyard with apples, pears, peaches, and plums. Cherry trees too. It was adorable, watching Bucky lift Elizabeth up to grab apples that were high up. 

Then it changed. They were behind the playset again. Bucky had his back to the wooden structure, holding Elizabeth in his arms. She was reading a book and he was looking up at the sky. 

"Hey doll?" He asked softly. 

"Yeah?" 

"I got something for you on my mission." 

"Oh?" She lowered her book and he held his hand out in a fist. He slowly opened it to reveal a silver ring with a dark blue gemstone on it. He picked up her left hand and slid it on her ring finger. He pulled her back into him. 

"I know that whatever this is they want us to do, I loved you without them. No one made me fall in love with you doll. No trigger words, no commands. It was all you. So I'm making this relationship on my terms. No one elses. They may make me propose later or not at all so I'm doing it when I want to." 

Elizabeth turned to face him, smiling. "Seb. . ." 

"Be mine?" Bucky whispered, cupping her cheek. 

"Always." Elizabeth whispered and the two of them kissed so sweetly, Penny had to look away. 

That was the love that Elizabeth had spoken so passionately about on Penny's first day here. That love that didn't exist because a soulmate bond told you to love them. That love didn't exist because it was required in someone's life. 

It was love that you made on your own terms. The love that she felt with Violetta and Rhodey and Elijah. And yes, she felt it with Steve and Bucky and Tony and Thor. But not because she was soulmated to them. Because she wanted to be in love with them. On her terms. 

She leaned up and kissed Rhodey's cheek. "I love you." 

"I love you too." Rhodey whispered against her hair. He tightened his arms around her. 

But the happy ending didn't last forever. The next memory was immediately back in the Siberia base. Elizabeth's arms were above her head, chained. Rumlow and Jackson were punching her, hitting her. Blood dripped from her nose. 

"This isn't fun." Jackson complained, wiping blood from his knuckles. "We've done this a hundred times before." 

"It's not supposed to be fun." Rumlow growled, fist flying into Elizabeth's cheek again. She made no sounds, barely flinched. She just had dull eyes. 

"She doesn't even react anymore, now that she has trigger words." Jackson groaned. 

"I like the trigger words." Brock grinned then, grabbing Elizabeth's jaw. "We can get away with more now." 

"Like what?" Jackson rolled his eyes. 

Brock tilted Elizabeth's face upwards and then leaned in and kissed her on the lips. He got no reaction from her. 

"Like that." Brock smirked. 

Jackson came forwards then, clearly not bored anymore. They were joined by a third brother, who Penny had never seen before. Didn't even know existed. 

The third one ripped off her shirt, revealing her naked chest while Jackson started to pull down her jeans. Elizabeth's eyes flickered, starting to fill with panic. 

"Well look at those peaches." The third drawled, grasping them and Elizabeth jerked just a little in the chains. "Aww look at that, she's coming back." 

He dropped to his knees, pushing her curls apart. "Might have to shave this though." 

"S-" Elizabeth whimpered then. 

"What sweetheart? If you ask nicely I might even make it enjoyable." The third brother said. 

"Sebastian." Elizabeth whispered. 

"He's not here right now, remember?" Brock grinned. "Well, physically, but he's the soldier right now. The one you just lost a fight against. Or maybe he punched you a little to hard and now your brain is addled." 

The third brother started to circle her nub with his finger and she tried jumping away, but Jackson caged her in. Her panic mounted and she squeezed her eyes shut, "SEBASTIAN!" 

"He's not magic sweetheart." Brock chuckled. "He can't just show up when you-" 

Suddenly, Brock went flying as he was hit from behind with a steel pipe. He crashed against the floor, cursing. Jackson immediately backed up, but the third brother wasn't lucky enough. Bucky caught him around the throat with his metal hand, eyes flaring. 

Penny had never once been scared of Bucky. Ever. Not even hearing all the things he'd done as the Winter Soldier or seeing him kill in Elizabeth's  memories. But now, seeing him in this memory, looking deranged, she would've ran if she had been in the room. 

"I thought." Bucky's voice was dangerously low. "I made it clear. That she's mine." 

"Okay, Soldat, put him down." Brock ordered. 

"Use his trigger words." Jackson said, looking terrified. 

"He's still in soldier mode." Rumlow said, gritting his teeth. "But he's not listening to my orders." 

Elizabeth's lips curled into a smile. 

"Tell him to put our brother down." Jackson snapped, approaching Elizabeth. 

Elizabeth looked at him coldly. "I will never. Give him an order." 

"Don't go near her." Bucky growled and Jackson stopped and then sprinted away, out of the room. 

"Put him down or I'll shoot." Rumlow said, pointing his gun at Bucky's forehead. 

Bucky raised his hand and then crushed the third brother's throat so hard his head popped off. Rumlow shot, but missed as Bucky ducked and then tackled Brock. His fists became blurs as he punched Rumlow's face in. 

The doors slammed open, soldiers filling the room with body armor and guns. "Sebastian!" Elizabeth screamed. 

Bucky flung a knife, killing the first and started to take them down immediately, on a rampage. His fighting was flawless and he didn't get hit once. 

The chains jolted and Elizabeth struggled as she was lifted off the ground. "Seb! Help!" 

Bucky turned from killing the soldiers. He ran across the room, launching himself off of a wall, and grabbed the chains, ripping them from the machine. He landed with Elizabeth curled protectively in his arms and stood up, walking out without another word. 

"Mine." He growled. 

The memory changed again, this time Elizabeth heading into Bucky's room, looking sad. "Hey." 

"Hey doll." Bucky said gently, taking her into his arms. 

"I'm glad they didn't put you in yet." Elizabeth sighed. "I wanted to see you." 

"Me too." Bucky whispered. He smiled a little. "I have another one for you." 

Elizabeth smiled too as he handed over a Penguin Pillow pet. "I love you." 

"I love you too." He said, leaning forwards, kissing her on the lips. 

"I- I did want to share something cool with you." Elizabeth admitted, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a magazine cover. "It's just some new technology. This dude- he's an engineer or something. He created his flying robot suit. It's pretty cool. They're calling him Iron Man." 

Bucky chuckled, looking at it. "Pretty cool doll." 

"Tony Stark." Elizabeth sighed, smiling a little. "Must be smart." 

Bucky was still looking at the magazine, flipping it open. Elizabeth closed her eyes and leaned against him. Or at least, until he started seeming to have a panic attack, dropping the magazine. Elizabeth jolted. "Seb?" 

"Oh God." Bucky gasped, falling to his knees, looking distraught. "No, no no no." 

"Sebastian? Seb what's wrong? What happened?" Elizabeth asked, picking up the magazine in confusion, while also trying to calm Bucky down. 

"I killed him." Bucky gasped, tears streaming down his face. "I killed Howard Stark. No. No no no no." 

"Howard. . ." Elizabeth murmured in confusion, flipping through the magazine. Then she tossed it to the side and pulled Bucky into her arms. "Hey, it's okay. It wasn't you, it was the soldier. Seb, it's alright." 

"What is going on in here?" Lucinda's voice came into the room. "What did you do E?" 

"I- I was just showing him the technology section." Elizabeth's voice quavered in fear. "And he. . . I don't know." 

Lucinda picked up the magazine and sighed as Bucky calmed down, sinking in Elizabeth's arms. "Damnit. E, you know you're not supposed to bring things like this down here." 

"I- I just thought. . ." Elizabeth faltered under her mothers' gaze. "I'm sorry." 

Lucinda nodded. "I know. You didn't mean any harm in it. But you know better than this." 

The vision disappeared and reappeared. This time, Elizabeth was wearing a dress for a party and Bucky was wearing a tux. 

Elizabeth seemed put out about something and Bucky was in Winter Soldier mode. 

"Sebastian?" Elizabeth asked and Bucky slowed and looked at her. He frowned a little, "You never call me that after you've been triggered." 

Elizabeth hesitated and then whispered, "The words never worked Seb. I just pretended." 

Bucky looked around and then continued on this path, clearly more interested in the mission than whatever she was trying to say. Elizabeth looked over the balcony where a party was taking place. 

"Seb-" 

Bucky pushed her against a wall. "Elly, shh. We need to focus on the mission. I get it, it's your first, but you need to be quiet." 

He released her and opened the window. 

"The mission?" Elizabeth asked hotly. "Enough about the missions! Let's run away! Let's leave HYDRA Seb! Please! You're going on and on about the mission but aren't there more important things? What about- what about me?" 

Bucky turned and glared at her. "Elly, enough. The mission." Bucky climbed out the window. 

Elizabeth didn't move, staring at the window. Then she turned and walked away from it. 

"Fine." She snarled to herself. "Let's see how this mission goes then. I'm tired of this. I'm tired of killing and surviving. We could just go live a happy life, but does he want to? NO!" 

She stormed down the ballroom stairs and searched, before making a beeline for a target. "Can't kill a target if there isn't one." She muttered to herself. 

She ran at the woman in red and then pushed her out of the way as the gunshot rang out, hitting Elizabeth squarely in the chest. 

Bucky let out a strangled noise then and there. Steve had pretty much pulled Bucky into his lap to comfort him, with Sam practically laying in Bucky's lap. Clint and Natasha were still with them as well. 

The next memory was of Elizabeth laying in a hospital bed, but not one in a HYDRA facility. Lucinda sat next to the bed. She smiled sadly when she saw her daughter. Elizabeth had bandages around her chest and also around her head. 

"Hey." Lucinda whispered. "How are you feeling?" 

"It hurts to breathe." Elizabeth coughed. "What happened to my head?" 

Lucinda hesitated and then said, "They're some burns. You. . . probably aren't going to remember the accident. But that's okay." Lucinda gently unwrapped the bandages and Penny saw the burns there. 

"Those aren't burns." Bucky snarled. "They used the mind wipe on her." 

"Do you remember Sebastian at all?" Lucinda asked softly. 

Elizabeth looked confused, "Who is Sebastian?" 

"No one sweetheart, no one." Lucinda said and took a pill, putting it against Elizabeth's tongue, "You'll never remember him again." 

And everything went black.

[buggs-and-beasts]

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No Stone Unturned (p2)

Summary: The last thing she needs is the Winter Soldier crashing on her couch. It’s only a matter of time before someone tracks him down to her apartment, the only place he visits more than once. All she can do is hope Hydra doesn’t get their first, or if they do, that they kill her before they recognize her.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female OC/Reader

Chapter Warnings: no use of y/n, mentions of canon typical violence and torture, descriptions of physical injuries, invasions of privacy, mind and memory reading reader, depictions of mental illness and flashbacks, cursing, recovery focused, Steve Rogers haunts the narrative, implied abuse, Brock Rumlow mentioned (ew)

Word Count: 2908

Guardian Angel

He’s in her shower, watching his diluted almost-pink blood swirl down the drain when his mind catches back up to his body.

He hadn’t even thought about it when she’d suggested he take a warm shower while she fixes up breakfast, he’d just blindly obeyed. And now he was alone and naked, surrounded by all sorts of mysterious bottles and containers, his weapons still abandoned on the armchair in the other room.

He cautiously picks up the bottles she’d pointed out to him when she’d started the water for him. She said they were ‘shampoo and conditioner’, whatever the fuck conditioner was he couldn’t be sure, but shampoo was familiar enough albeit a distant memory. Flicking open the cap the soft scent of wildflowers and honey wafts up to him. He sighs and settles a little as he rubs the relaxing smell into his hair, letting his eyes shut and his mind to wander into a field of flowers, marigolds like the ones on her counter.

He can hear her in the other room, she’s humming along to an upbeat song.

Next is the bodywash, another bottle she’d shown him. The bodywash is gentler, unscented. For the first time in nobody-knows-how-long he’s scrubbing layers of dirt and blood and sweat off his skin. There’s something indescribable about feeling clean, just scrubbing muck out from under his nails is like lifting an elephant off his chest.

His hands pause at the raised lines on his core, fingers softly running over the edges of the uneven stitches. He peaks down at them. They’re imperfect but not bad, add in his advanced healing factor and he’d be able to pull out the thread in a week, maybe week and a half.

He returns to scrubbing, cleaning off every inch of himself with relentless dedication as a realization gradually dawns on him. Being covered in blood, sweat and dirt, slowly bleeding out after collapsing wherever he’d managed to drag himself, it was normal to him but to anyone else….

Why hadn’t she called the police? Or an ambulance?

Questions are bubbling up inside him, cramming more and more into the already crowded space in his head.

Had she recognized him? He couldn’t decide if that made more sense or less. Sure, it might explain why she didn’t call for help, but it would make her dragging him into her apartment then crashing in the same room as him even more nuts. She hadn’t even bothered to hide his weapons, as if she was confident he was no threat to her. She had no reason to be so confident, so brave, and she didn’t seem stupid enough to not recognize the obvious risks he came with.

This girl must have a death wish.

That’s all he could land on as he turned off the water, stepping out into the steam filled bathroom and grabbing the soft towel she’d left for him. Beneath it is a small pile of clothes, left intentionally for him to pull onto his now softer, cleaner skin.

The sweatpants are barely wide enough for him to squeeze into and significantly too short, the cuffs at the end of each leg sitting stretched out halfway up his calves. The shirt fits better, although the printed ‘Plant Mom’ text pulls wider over his broad chest, and the still packaged fuzzy socks slip onto his feet perfectly, even if he cringes a little as he pulls off the cardboard.

The second he steps out of the bathroom he’s overwhelmed by the warm smell of baking, an upbeat song spilling out of the kitchen alongside soft humming. He takes a second to breathe it all in, the quiet domesticity of it all nearly knocking him off his feet.

When he turns the corner into the living space he’s struck by how her hair is pulled up into a messy bun at the top of her head and the warm yellows and oranges of the floral dress she’s changed into. She turns to great him, wiping her hands on her apron as she does so.

“You have perfect timing, I only just finished them,” he glances down to the plate she’s setting onto the island, catching a glimpse of her vase of marigolds, now moved over to the sink.

Pancakes. She’d made him pancakes.

“Juice, tea, or coffee?”

The breakfast on it’s own is disorienting enough, an authentic question combined with an invitation to want something is the final straw. He seizes up, body frozen just in front of her wooden barstools. She has to see it, has to notice his stiffness and the seconds ticking into minutes of silence, but she doesn’t react. She’s just standing there smiling, only moving to retrieve the kettle after it dings.

“Is it orange juice?” As if it was possible the smirk across her lips only widens, head nodding carefully as she pours hot water into her own mug. “I like orange juice,” the words weren’t meant to come out of his mouth, more a thought of his own as he grapples with a bizarre craving for something he can’t recall the taste of.

“Perfect!” The cup is in front of him, cool and refreshing, just waiting for him to drink it.

He’s somehow surprised at the familiar sweetness and the bright citrus in his throat. It tastes like Saturday mornings, listening to baseball games over the radio, watching a smaller blonde man draw buildings and people. It’s so overwhelmingly comfortable and easy it knocks the wind out of him.

“I should go.” The words surprise him just as much as it does her.

She sits down next to him, stirring her tea. “Look out the window.” He glances out, past the frozen fire escape, at the heavy snowfall. When he looks back she’s mindlessly massaging her hands in repetitive, practiced motions. “It’s freezing out there, won’t stop snowing until things warm up this afternoon.” She takes a sip, then pulls out the tea bag. “Your clothes are approaching threadbare with no layers of insulation, your shoes and socks have holes, you clearly haven’t eaten in days. If you go out there before the storm passes you’ll be lucky to only lose a couple fingers and toes.”

“You want me to stay?”

“I tried pretty hard to keep you from dying last night, I’d hope I bought you more than just one day.” She’s calmly eating a bite of pancake now. She knows he’s not going to leave.

Fuck it, he knows he won’t leave too, not right now. So instead he sits, and starts taking bites from his own plate.

“Are you an angel or something?”

“I think your real guardian angel is the cat,” she talks with her mouth still slightly full, a playful look in her eye, “I never would’ve seen you if she hadn’t led me down that alley.”

“Doctor or nurse?” She looks up at him, an eyebrow raised, “The stitches.”

She laughs, a bubbly but substantial sound, like the church bells by his childhood home. Bells he couldn’t recall just a moment ago. All he wants is to hear more of it.

“I used to sew.”

“Used to?”

“My hands aren’t as steady as they once were,” a heaviness creeps into her voice as she talks about it, the minute change cracking his heart just a tad. “I do mostly machine stuff now but it doesn’t scratch the itch like hand sewing did.” He wants to press, but he knows better, instead letting her pull the conversation to more comfortable waters. “How about I see what I can do in the way of mending your clothes?”

“That would great.”

—

She spent hours painstakingly mending his clothes with patches and thread in front of the crackling fire. She reinforced areas, closed holes, wove thread through the fabric like a new layer of cotton. Every once in a while she’d have him try them on again, telling him to check how they fit, to test his range of motion and see if any new seams bothered him.

She’d shown him how to use her laptop in the meantime, opening a ‘incognito’ window she said would hide what he looked at from her.

“My only request is if you’re gonna watch porn please do it in the bathroom.” That had made him laugh, he can’t remember ever doing that before.

Once he understood how the ‘Google’ worked, and what it could do, he got to work. He pulled the small, battered notebook from his bag, his memories in the palm of his hand. He started with the few names of Hydra agents he’d managed to write down, frantically scrawling down any information he could find on them. She’d moved on to adding extra insulation to his jacket when he finally gave in and and searched for the person he wanted to know the most.

Captain America. Steve.

He’d survived the airship. He’d survived.

And that was all that mattered.

—

He hadn’t noticed when the snow stopped falling, he was too entranced watching her slowly fix and alter his clothes with impossible care he couldn’t possibly deserve. He couldn’t stay, even if he wanted to, so he changed back into his tactical gear and attached layers upon layers of weapons to his body. He wanted to argue when she’d packed food and clothes into a sturdy bag for him, but one stern look from her soft features was enough to silence him.

Now she’s leading him out of her apartment and down the stairs. With every step down the thin, tall steps all he can picture is her pulling his entire weight up three fucking stories after dragging him from whatever alleyway he’d collapsed in.

She must be a lot stronger than she looks.

Every inch of him is filling with dread as they reach the bottom and leave the building, blinding reflections off fallen snow reminding him of the harshness of the real world. He’d been living inside a fantasy, and the stifling grasp of reality is crashing into him.

“Well,” she’s shifting uncomfortably on her feet, “It was nice meeting you, um,”

It hadn’t occurred to him before this second that she didn’t know his name. She seemed to know him so well, to understand him in a way someone he’d known less than 24 hours just couldn’t.

“James.”

“It was nice meeting you, James.”

He still has so many questions, things he didn’t have time to ask but has to know. Even if they had the time, could he ask them?

Has she done this before?

Would she do this again?

The idea of her carrying and patching up someone else has his chest tightening, red rising up his neck and face. It’s a strange feeling, an odd sort of burning, aching, discomfort that he can’t name but it has his muscles tensing up. He can’t help but turn back.

“Don’t do this again.” Anyone else could’ve killed her, hell, he could’ve killed her. “People can be dangerous.”

“You turned out fine.” She’s rubbing at her hands again, a hesitant smirk playing across her lips. He opens his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes up. Instead he swallows the lump in his throat, a lump that’s begging him to disagree.

“An exception, not the rule.” He clenches his jaw. “Stick to stray cats and dogs, not stray people.”

“Noted.”

He really needs to leave, at the very least he can’t risk being out in the open like this for so long.

“Hey,” he pauses again at the sound of her shaking, quiet voice, “if you’re ever in town again,”

“Careful Angel,” his voice is so smooth and effortless, a flirty air to it he can’t comprehend as he begins to turn and walk away, “your halo’s showing.”

—

She’s quick to close the apartment door behind her, locking it and leaning back into it. With a sigh, she slides down it, sitting on the floor at the door’s base and running her fingers through her hair. The cat is sniffing at her but she is barely aware of the whiskers tickling her knees as she pulls them into her chest.

Did she really just tell him he could come back?

One night with the world’s most wanted man in her tiny apartment was dangerous enough, if he returned the risk would only grow exponentially. Part of her knew he wouldn’t come back anyways, so what’s it even matter what she’d offered.

Ghosts like him don’t go anywhere twice, if he came back it could be bad for both of them.

Some deep, dark, lonely part of her wants to cry at the thought. It hates the idea that their first and last meeting would be one and the same, that the sparse comfort of someone who understands, even if he doesn’t know he does, would vanish just as suddenly as it appeared.

She could hate it all she wanted to, but it had to happen.

Soon he’ll be just a memory, and maybe it’s better that way, she’s good with memories. It would hurt less soon, once she readjusted to her self-enforced quarantine. At the end of the day, she knew for certain that complete isolation for the rest of forever would be infinitely better than Hydra, than Brock, finding her.

If only knowing that was enough to stop the tears gliding down her cheeks and the sobs building in her chest.

—

It had been one whole month since he’d woken up on her couch and every last token of his brief time in her apartment was gone. His hair didn’t smell like wildflowers and honey, the thread she’d sewn him up with was gone and the wound was healed. They had all been precious symbols, reminders that he’s welcome somewhere even if he couldn’t ever go back, but now they were gone.

Even worse, his damaged and confused brain could only produce fractured images of her apartment, of her. He had no choice but to grip onto the few pieces that remained, the unconscious way she massaged her hands, the bright smile and gentle voice, the deep knowing eyes, the vase of marigolds on her counter. His angel was fading away from him, slipping through his fingers and pulling any comfort he felt with her.

He knew he couldn’t go back. Every repeat visit could only make him easier to track down, and if they tracked him down to her place there’d be no telling what they’d do to her.

She may have a death wish but he wouldn’t risk granting it.

Maybe that’s why he didn’t question where he was going as his feet led him away from his latest mission, a Hydra facility burning to the ground behind him. He just let them take him, let instinct guide him through cleaning himself up. He was just pulling his hair back and up to keep it out of his face, not to look nicer. He needed new clothes, why not pick out a blue Henley for between missions. If it brought out the blue in his eyes that was only a coincidence, just a by product of getting a comfortable shirt in his favorite color.

When he stopped at a flower stand, drawn in by the golden ruffle of familiar flowers, he had to stop pretending he wasn’t wandering closer and closer to her apartment. Still, it was just to drop off the flowers, an anonymous thank you for everything she’d done for him a month ago. All he had to do was pick the lock to get into the building, set the flowers in front of her door, knock, and hide somewhere he could watch her receive them without being noticed. He’d even scouted out his hiding spot. Surely all he needed was one glance of her, just to refresh his memory of what an divinity on earth looked like.

Now he’s here, on her doorstep flowers in hand. He knocks, once, twice, three times.

He knows he should set the vase down and hide but he can’t. He can’t move at all. He’s frozen right in front of her apartment, unable to will himself to slip away when the one person he couldn’t get out of his head all month is so close.

The door swings open with a creak.

She’s gorgeous, flushed cheeks and plump lips and vibrant smile. Her hair is pulled into two braids, one behind her back and the other resting on her shoulder. She’s wearing a dress, a deep forest green dress that lands just above her knees with a little white collar peaking out of the neckline. She’s barefoot, the seam of her hazy white tights covering her black painted toenails.

He can’t help but notice she’s surprised to see him, maybe a little confused, a little worried but she shakes those off quickly.

“You’re back.” He feels impossibly vulnerable under her gentle gaze, exposed as if he was stark naked.

“I-” he pushes the vase closer to her. “I wanted to say thank you.”

“Marigolds,” her smile brightens, blinding and beautiful like staring into the sun. She pushes the door open a little further, moving to the side as if inviting him in. His body moves without him again, stepping back into the warm, bright apartment. Any tension left within him melts the moment he breaks through the threshold. One word comes to mind before he can stop it.

Home.

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⧗ 🕊️ hi! i’m 25+, she/her. looking for mun and muse both 21+ only, seeking an mxf marvel cinematic universe ship. i’m looking for natasha x canon/oc, or yelena x canon/oc.

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Henlo! I'm 30+ looking for an at least 20+ writing partner. I've been writing and RPing since it feels like the dawn of time.

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"FUBAR"

Avengers AU - Chapter 12

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Posted: June 15th

WARNINGS: mentions of death, a little bit of angst, violence, cursing, a little bit of fluff.

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I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

But I can't.

Can't breathe.

Can't think.

Can't fight.

Something in her broke. Literally shattering.

He was dead?

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Various Characters wanted on AU post Civil War Marvel site dealing with the Superhuman Registration Act

  OPEN FACE wanted as BOBBY “ICEMAN” DRAKE’s older brother

He’s newly elected to Congress and one of the loudest voices calling for tightening the Superhuman Registration Act laws and a known anti-mutant believer - the twist? His kid brother is an X-Man.

(Oliver Jackson-Cohen pictured)

Open Canons or OCs wanted for DODC black ops + secret police team to join JOHN WALKER, GRANT WARD, BROCK RUMLOW, & SHARON CARTER

Someone’s got to the the dirty work no one can acknowledge, especially as more metahumans and mutants begin to flout the registration laws…. smells liks facism!

PHIL COULSON wanted for AGENTS OF SHIELD TEAM

Jemma, Fitz, Grant, and Daisy are all around and looking for their team dad, especially now that with S.H.I.E.L.D fallen, they’ve split up. With the world going to pieces as the Registration Act looms, everyone could certainly use a bit of that Agent Coulson special.

X-MEN WANTED FOR RESISTENCE TEAM LED BY SCOTT SUMMERS

As things heat up, the X-men have split - some of the team left following Scott Summer to form a new team on Genosha, focused on rescuing and protecting mutant kids from the registration laws. 

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"FUBAR"

Avengers AU - Chapter 7

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She yawned, jerked as two fingers prodded her side and scowled at Brock who sat next to her. He sat straight up and still looked like he was listening, it had been hours of going over routine training. Mission safety, calling in, how to covertly receive and send information, a quick recap on first aid, glances sent their way.

She was exhausted and bored, Jack sat to her right and she felt his boot kick her when her head bobbed.

They sat halfway in the room, surrounded by other squads, men and women she hadn't met. She had caught the eye of one from Pollaki's team, smiling brightly before Brock shifted in front of her, scowling at the man who quickly looked away.

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Freedom

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

Penny fucking hated the undercover assignment that she was on. It was nothing like being at Blonsky's' mansion.

They had taken her and Violetta to a compound that was right on the edge of the Michigan- Canada border- on the Canadian side. It was a medium-sized compound, housing about twenty girls at the moment. They each had their own bedroom, which would then be the same room that men would use them in.

Her and Violetta had been here for about a month and they were now aware of the situation that was going on.

The girls that had been kidnapped were told that if they served four hundred men, they would be let go. But, they had to do it in a time frame of six years or they would be kept a sex slave for the rest of their life.

Most of the girls here were not that far along, either with their number or with the time that they had been here. There was one girl that had been here for five years, and had served three hundred and eight-six men. So she was pretty close and the closer she got, the more excited she became in the compound.

Penny often spent her non sexual hours, either giving reports into her com, or she was staring out the window across Lake Michigan to the Michigan border. When her and Violetta broke out of here, it was going to be a hard thing. How were they supposed to convince the American police to get rid of this base if it was on Canadian land?

She supposed her dad would take care of it. It wasn't their job to shut this one down anyways. They were trying to find leads of where the trail was supposed to go. What other bases were there, who was the head of everything, and so on.

One thing she did have to say for the place was, despite it being mid- July, it was not hot at all. It was positively cool and it felt amazing. Whether that was the air conditioning in the building or just simply because she was in Canada now, she wasn't quite sure.

Violetta hissed as she entered Penny's room, slamming the door closed behind her. "Fuck all of them."

Penny nodded. That was pretty much how she felt after she got done too. "We're gonna get out of here soon."

"Yeah, I think we're pretty much done here." Vi groaned, throwing herself down on the same bed as Penny. Penny automatically put a hand on her head as she rested next to her. "Maybe we'll be home in time for Elizabeth's birthday."

"When is it?"

"July 22." Vi sighed. "Course, we also missed Ahni, Trang, and my birthdays as well cause they were all in June. But if we get home after August 12th, we'll have missed Ghaida's birthday too. Oh and Steves' of course."

Penny laughed lightly, "I see why you're all friends now."

Vi laughed too. "Yeah, birthday buddies."

A girl screamed outside and Vi lifted her head. "Should we go see-"

"Yeah." Penny swung her legs over and the two of them hurried to the door and looked out.

The young brunette who had been almost done with her servitude, was crying. But she wasn't crying hard enough to disguise her words, "I did my four hundred me! I finished my servitude! You said you'd let me go! I did it in under six years!"

Penny and Violetta moved closer, though the other girls in the room stayed where they were, sitting on the couches and such. Those were- mostly- girls who had accepted that they were going to be here for life, or even just the ones that genuinely enjoyed it.

Penny moved forwards, wanting to protect the girl, but Vi caught her arm, "Don't interfere yet. We can't risk having to break out yet, without knowing where the other bases are."

"Yes, you're leaving." Francisco- who was the head of this compound and the Hispanic man that picked Penny and Violetta up- said. "With this nice gentleman whose going to take you to another base and you'll serve there too. You did rack up interest on the days that no man took you. So really, you've still got about a whole year of men to pay up on."

She sobbed, shaking her head in denial.

"It's not so bad. It's a beautiful compound in my home country." He replied.

"So Mexico?" Penny hissed at Violetta. "And now we can slice his throat?"

"No, not Mexico." Violetta muttered. "I think he's Latino. That's the vibes his name gives off at least. I just don't know which Latino country. But definitely South America."

Penny hissed in frustration.

The girl- who Penny realized she never learned the name of- attempted to make a run for it, jerking the front door open. Francisco sighed, raising his gun. Penny screamed, but the girl didn't make it far before he shot her in the back. Violetta and two other girls joined her in on the screaming.

"Take them all back to their rooms!" Francisco ordered, eyes roaming the entire room. He was clearly angry and Penny and Vi turned tail, rushing back to Penny's room.

"That evil, evil man!" Vi hissed, punching the wall in frustration. "I should have saved her."

"You said we couldn't risk blowing cover." Penny pointed out, although she was feeling just as guilty for not saving her.

"Natasha could've done it." Violetta muttered, putting her forehead against the wall.

Penny softened. She realized now why Vi had wanted to do a mission of her own. She walked over, wrapping her arms around the Italian. "You don't know that. We both feel terrible, but we both know we couldn't risk it."

Vi turned and hugged Penny back, "Can I sleep in here tonight?"

"Of course." Penny answered, leading the other girl back to her bed. The sun was setting and Penny left the barred window open. She turned off the light, climbing into bed beside Violetta.

Penny curled into Violetta, liking the warmth that came from her. They were not given very thick sheets or blankets to stay warm with at night.

"Good night Vi." Penny whispered.

"Good night Penny." Violetta murmured.

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"Wake up! What the hell are the two of you doing in the same bed!" Franciscos very loud and obnoxious voice woke Penny up the next morning. She could feel Violetta stirring next to her.

She felt the covers being ripped off her body, and became very annoyed. Violetta, was clearly even more annoyed because she sprang out of bed and slapped Francisco across the face, "You're a fucking bastard, you know that right! You shouldn't have killed her!"

Francisco stared at her in shock, then grew angry. He grabbed her around the throat and slammed her up against the wall. Violetta struggled against him, glaring at him, but showed Penny that she didn't want her to interfere. Penny hesitated in the background.

"You have a weak grip old man, just like you have a tiny limp dick. Where you from that gave you such terrible genetics? Peru?" Vi hissed with a small laugh. Penny started to smirk, and then goaded the man by laughing outright.

"I am not weak!" Francisco sneered at her. "I have the glorious heritage of Brazil behind me. My ancestors are Brazilin and so am I!"

"Why would you put a compound in Brazil?" Violetta scoffed, "The only thing beautiful there is the forest."

"The compound is in the forest, duh." Francisco said, letting go of Violetta.

"Didn't Brazil just put in a fascist dictator that no one wants as their new President?" Penny asked, directing Francisco away from Violetta's questions, "Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva?"

Francisco hesitated and then said, "I don't know. I don't care. Do I look like I live there right now?"

"Yeah." Violetta huffed. "For someone who loves his glorious ancestral background, you sure seem to care enough about your home country to know whose running it into the ground?"

Francisco glared at her, "I have Brazilin background. But it is not my home country. My home country is Colombia."

"Oh." Vi muttered and then she smiled, "Thank you."

"For what?" Francisco asked.

"Oh. Nothing." And then Violetta slammed her fist into his face. She lifted her wrist to her mouth as he was out cold. "Oi! Whoever's listening to the coms. There are compounds in Colombia and Brazil. The one in Brazil is in the Amazon Rain Forest. Not sure about Colombia. But we've knocked the guy out so we kind've need to leave. Thanks."

Violetta left the room and came back with rope. She tossed a strand to Penny and then started to tie his ankles together, "Make sure you get his weapons. We'll just prop them up in the living room. And any customers that come in today can join them. Let S.H.I.E.L.D. take care of them all."

Penny nodded, tying the wrists and then the two of them carried him out to the living room.

"Hey!" One of the guards shouted.

Penny ran at him, ducking as he swung his baton, before upper cutting a punch to his jaw. She stomped on his foot, slid his legs apart, kneed him in the groin, before flipping over his shoulders to disable him from behind. He fell to the floor in pain and Penny took his gun and then tied him up as well.

Slowly, Vi and Penny took care of the entire facility.

"Are we free?" One of the younger girls asked, wrapping her arms around her body. No one here was dressed warmly for the cold and the air condition was still blowing. Penny stripped the guard of his jacket, made sure it was perfectly safe, then handed it to her. She took it gratefully.

"You are free." Violetta said, "But we have to wait until S.H.E.I.L.D. takes statements from you all."

"You're from the American Government?" The girl that was brave enough to talk to them first asked.

"Not really." Penny answered. "We're. . . kind've part of the Avengers?"

"Oh! Wow!" Her eyes blew wide as saucers.

Penny, remembering how she hadn't known the name of the girl who died, asked, "What's your name?"

"Oh, I'm Daphne." She responded quietly.

"Well, Daphne, we've already made contact with them, although I should probably send them a second contact." Violetta muttered. "Do any of them have phones?"

"Yeah." Penny said, digging out a phone and then looked at the other girls who were crowding around now. "Does anyone have family or friends or siblings or anyone they can call to let them know they're okay?"

Several of the girls nodded, although a few of them shook their heads. "Well," Penny found two more phones and quickly hacked into them, "You guys can share these. Call whoever you need. You can tell me that you're in Canada and can see the Michigan border. That way anyone whose family isn't near here, can start making their way to Michigan."

Two girls eagerly stepped forward, taking the phones and started calling whoever they wanted to call. Tears falling down her face.

"Tony's already on his way." Violetta said, handing in a third phone for them to use.

It didn't take long for Tony to show up. He strolled through the front door of the compound in a hurry. Penny ran into his arms first and he hugged her back tightly, before kissing her on the lips. Then he pulled Violetta into a hug.

"None of the others are coming. Long story that I'll explain when we get back to the tower." Tony started.

"Is anyone hurt?" Violetta asked immediately.

Tony hesitated and then said, "No one is dead. And no one is in the hospital. Like I said, I'll explain later. But you don't have to worry about anyones immediate safety. Penny, your dad is coming though, he's got some trusted S.H.I.E.L.D. agents with him to take care of this. F.R.I.D.A.Y. is already looking at those bases in the other countries. We'll find them."

Violetta and Penny nodded. They only had to wait two more hours before her father showed up. Girls were taken back to the states, reunited with family or friends. And then Tony was driving Violetta and Penny back, while also telling them what had happened while they were gone.

"Where's Rumlow?" Violetta snarled after Tony was done. "I'm going to cut his balls off and-"

"Steve already killed him." Tony answered.

"Steve? Really?" Violetta and Penny asked together.

"Took his head clean off with his shield." Tony responded. "Not a surprise though, he hates those sort of men."

"Yeah, but Steve is so kind." Violetta muttered.

"He's killed before." Tony shrugged, "I don't see why this shocks people the way that it does."

When they got back to the tower, they saw Natasha and Thor waiting for them outside. Thor immediately pulled Penny into a bone crushing hug, but Natasha went for Violetta first. She whispered in her ear, making the younger widow actually flush with pride, her eyes lighting up. Penny smiled.

"Where is everyone else?" Penny asked.

"Asgard." Tony answered, "We're heading there as well. We figured it would be safer for Elizabeth to stay there while she was pregnant and defenseless. It was better than trying to put a 24-7 protection detail on her, which we all knew she would protest."

Penny nodded and her attention was taken as Natasha came over to kiss and hug her. "You okay?" Nat asked quietly.

"Yeah." Penny answered quietly as well. "What'd you say to Vi?"

"I just told her that her want to save that young girls life meant she was becoming less like a widow and more like a human being." Nat smiled. "And I told her that she saved more girls lives by continuing the mission. The compounds are being cleared out as we speak."

Penny smiled. "Good."

"Ready?" Tony called over. He had suitcases by his feet, standing next to Thor. "Nat packed for the two of you."

Penny, Natasha, and Violetta joined the two men, and readied themselves for the trip to Asgard.

[fairyavengerwrites]

toys ⇝ brock rumlow

content warning: explicit smut. 18+ MINORS, PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE, mutual masturbation, use of sex toys, mild exhibitionism, unprotected vaginal sex, spanking

pairing: Brock Rumlow x reader

word count: 1456

author’s note: this kinda went off on a tangent. i also wanted to make brock a bit meaner but my softer side came thru, i guess. next time lmao! anyways enjoy <3

Brock did not know about your collection of sex toys. He didn’t need to. You only brought them out when he was long gone on missions and you just needed something to alleviate the need between your legs. 

At the moment, Brock had been gone for three weeks, and you were getting desperate. You did not know when your boyfriend would be back, either, which wasn’t helping things.

So there you were, in the middle of the king sized bed, surrounded by plush pillows that comfortably supported you as you thrust a hot pink rabbit vibrator in and out of you, desperately wishing that instead, it was Brock’s cock stretching you out. But until then, the vibrating machine would have to do. The little ears were stimulating your lips at the same time as it filled you, pleasure pooling in your core. With your other hand, you pulled and pinched at your nipples, eyes closed as you imagined all the things that Brock would do instead, just how much better he was at making you feel good.

In your attempt to satisfy yourself, you had lost focus of your surroundings completely, and so you were unaware that Brock had just entered your shared apartment, finally home from his mission and just ready to get into bed with his cock kept warm by his sweet girl. But upon hearing the quiet noises coming from the bedroom, he knew that was not going to be the case. He recognised the sweet whines and moans, taunting him as he quietly stalked towards the bedroom. Brock pushed the door open silently, and although he sort of knew what to expect, he hadn’t expected to see you so brazenly sprawled out on the bed, thrusting some sort of toy in and out of you rapidly whilst you pawed at your own tits. It was an extremely arousing sight, watching you try to pleasure yourself. His first instinct was to stop you, though, to take over and become in charge of your pleasure, but he held himself back, wanting to see just how you would bring yourself to orgasm. 

It looked like you were struggling to do so. Brock watched as you gasped and whined, trying to reach your orgasm, but it wasn’t long before you huffed in annoyed, pulling the toy out and accepting defeat. He stepped out of the door, almost pouncing on top of you on the bed. You gasped in surprise, but relaxed when you realised that it was just Brock. Then a rush ran inside of you again; you knew that Brock prided himself in how he pleased you, and he was going to have a field day with the fact you were unsuccessful in bringing yourself to orgasm. You didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or aroused. Or both.

Brock caged you in under him arms, picking the vibrator out from your hands. You took in a deep breath, apprehensive. He chuckled as he look at the toy, glistening with your juices.

“You wanna tell me what this is, baby?” Brock asked. Of course, he knew what it was. He just liked to see you squirm. And you, did, shying away and averting your gaze.

“Uh-uh,” he tutted, grabbing your chin with his fingertips, forcing you to look at him. “Go on, princess, tell me what it is.”

“I-it’s a toy,” you mumbled, just a little embarrassed.

“And what were you doing with it?” Brock’s gaze was so intense that you wanted to look away again, but you knew you couldn’t. You blinked at him, trying to work out the words, but your need was so desperate your mind had gone blank. Brock knew.

“It’s ok, pretty girl,” Brock assured, placing the toy back in your hand. “You can show me.” He pushed away and sat back on his heels, waiting for you to start the show again. Slowly, you turned the vibrator back on, pressing it against your entrance. You gasped, mainting eye contact as you pushed the toy inside of you. You watched Brock watch you, eyeing up how your pussy greedily inhaled the toy. You started thrusting it slowly again, letting your head fall back onto the pillows. The pleasure was so much more intense and satisfying with Brock watching over you. He was palming himself over his pants, watching you ram the toy inside of you. 

“Make some noise for me, princess,” he ordered. Brock stopped palming himself to pull his cock out of his pants, and your pussy just clenched at the sight of it. Your toy was never going to compare to it, and you wanted it in you, now. 

“Brock,” you whined, pulling the toy out and sitting up. You reached for him, but he stopped you and placed the toy back by your pussy. 

“No, princess. You gotta make yourself cum first before you get my cock,” Brock told you. You whined in annoyance, but it quickly became a moan in pleasure as he started to guide the toy in and out of you. Once you both got the rhythm going again, he let go to watch you again. You were now quickly reaching your orgasm again, the vibrations sending pleasurable shockwaves through you. Your second hand went back to your nipple, stimulating the bud to increase the pleasure. 

“Getting closer, princess?” Brock asked. The hand not stroking himself reached for your other tit, and instead of pulling and pinching as you were, he spanked it roughly multiple times. “Answer me, baby.”

“Y-yes,” you stuttered out, flicking your wrist to get more stimulation out of the toy. 

“You wanna cum?”

“Yes! Please!” You cried, feeling the coil of pleasure tighten to breaking point. 

“Go on, then, princess. Cum,” he ordered, slapping your breast once more to push you over the edge. You screamed as you finally came, arching your back of the bed as you rode out your high. You breathed heavily as it washed over you, finally dropping you hips when you felt it ebb away. 

“That feel good?” Brock asked you. He was still stroking himself, and he moved the hand by your breast to instead stroke your cheek. You nodded at him, smiling softly. He leaned forward to cover you.

“Good. Cause we’re not done yet, pretty girl.” Brock nudged the thick head of his cock against your lips, mixing your juices together. You whimpered, slightly oversensitive after your high. You clutched his t-shirt, wiggling your hips to get more friction. “I just got home baby, and it was a long mission.”

“I missed you,” you mumbled, the sensations rushing through your head.

“Well, I missed you too, pretty girl,” Brock returned, pressing the head against your entrance. “Missed this pretty pussy too.” He thrusted forwards, groaning as he slid in to the hilt. You whined too, arching your back again. Brock slid an arm underneath you, holding him close to you and keeping you both there for a few moments. The intimacy felt good after being apart for so long, and only made your bliss feel sweeter. Then he started to ruthlessly thrust into you, growling as you clenched down on him.

“Shit, princess,” Brock growled, throwing his head back. The rutting had no pattern to it, just an animalistic need taking over the movements. The speed was almost bruising, and the lewd sounds of your skin smacking together should’ve been embarrassing, but the shameless sound only added to your pleasure. You tucked your head into his neck, babbling and moaning nonsense as the coil got tight again.

Brock shuffled slightly to hook both of his arms under your knees, hoisting your hips up slightly and allowing him to thrust deeper into you. The slightly change in position was even more blissful, hitting the right spot in side of you. You could’ve cried from the stretch and the sensitivity, bucking your hips wildly. 

“God, you love this, don’t you, princess? Feel you squeezing my cock so bad.” Brock groaned, watching you drop your head, mewling at the sensations. “Look so pretty, princess. You ready to cum again?” You nodded, whinning desperately. 

“Go on,” he whispered, pushing you over by tugging on your bottom lip. You wrapped your legs around him as you came again, holding him close to you as you cried out from the washing pleasure. Brock, however, did not relent from fucking you, moving faster and faster as he chased his own finish. Finally, he stilled, growling your name as he spilled into you. Brock let go of your legs and place his arms either side of you, pulling you into softer kiss. 

“I really missed you,” you mumbled sleepily, softly grinning. 

“I missed you too, princess. Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

[darkdoverpseeker]

🕊️ hi! i’m 25+, she/her. looking for mun and muse both 21+ only, seeking an mxf marvel cinematic universe ship. i’m looking for natasha x canon/oc, or yelena x canon/oc.

i’m looking to play either natasha romanoff or yelena belova, and i would love to explore their times in the red room. sort of along the hydra trash party theme. i’m open to playing with a winter soldier era bucky barnes, brock rumlow, alexander pierce, jack rollins, or an oc hydra agent. we may decide later to venture into a happy ending type thing with someone like steve or bucky, but that’s in the future if we both want to.

dark/dead dove themes (dubcon, noncon) included, kink friendly, love most bdsm themes. no gore or vore or bathroom stuff.

i’ve been roleplaying for 10+ years. i prefer writing about a couple of paragraphs, 2-4 typically but i can do longer or shorter sometimes. third person pov, past tense. discord 1x1 only. leave a like and i’ll reach out! thanks xx

like if interested!

[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

𝔻𝕚𝕟𝕠 𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕊𝕡𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕪 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

Welcome back to Dino’s Spooky Club!

As you all know, I have my first challenge this time of the month. It’s the end of Halloween. It’s was a spooky month and I wanted to do something instead of us readers and writers going out to trick or treat. 

Well I have treats for you. They might be a treat or a trick. I’ll let you decide on them.

𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐨’𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐲 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 is a fun challenge I have been planning. Thank you all who joined on this challenge it was such a treat.

This is the list of your favorite writers and films! 

(Announcement for entered writers at the bottom)

Reader Inserts .

Chris Evans

Spooky Season (It)- @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad​

Cara Mia (The Adam’s Family) - @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad​

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Steve Rogers/Avengers

Misunderstood (Carrie) Part 1 Part 2 - @nekoannie-chan​

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Bucky Barnes/Avengers

Scream Chapter 1 Chapter 2 (Scream) - @queenofspades20​

If You Wanna Get Out Alive (The Purge) - @writerwrites​

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Andy Barber/Barber Family

Silent Night Part One Part Two (A Quiet Place AU) - @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho

Home Sweet Home: 112 Ocean Ave Home Sweet Home: Moving Day Home Sweet Home: Catch ‘Em Home Sweet Home: Jody Says... Home Sweet Home: Kill ‘Em (Amityville AU) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

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Ransom Drysdale

Us (Us) - @just-one-ordinary-fangirl​ The Game Is Afoot (Ready Or Not) - @waywardodysseys​

When The Party’s Over (Split) - @nbarnes​

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Bryce Langley 

Button Eyes (Coraline) - @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho .

Frank Adler

Shark Attack (Jaws) - @just-one-ordinary-fangirl

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Lucas Lee

What Could Go Wrong? (Cabin In The Woods) - @heavenlypugpizza​ .

Jeremy Renner

Witchcraft  (Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters) - @heavenlypugpizza​

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Penn 

Waking The Witch (The Witches) - @nbarnes​ 

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Character Pairings .

Now You’re Mine (Steve R. x Wanda M.) (Hocus Pocus) - @hevans-angel

The Best Worst Holidays Part I Part II (The Shining) (Steve Rogers X OFC) (Brock Rumlow x OFC) (Thunderblink, WinterWidow) - @nekoannie-chan​

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Thank you all who joined my Spooky Scary Stories Challenge, hopefully this can happen next year and I will love to bring in more! 

I’m glad to see you all survive this Spooky Month and I cannot wait for the next challenge that’s coming up soon! 

As you all know, I’m a slow writer so I understand for some who are not done with their entry! Deadlines are useless, I will never do that to you guys so if you haven’t finished your entry at the end of October, do NOT worry. You keep them coming!