#I AM NOT READY FOR THE POTENTIALLY ANGST FILLED DRIFT SCENE

[loverln]

unironically my favorite fanfiction right now. i love this fic so much i keep rereading this and CAN NOT WAIT to draw them in their drivesuits when i’m home from vacation.

[dakarimainink]

Babybump

WARNING: Fluff, a hint of angst, cute

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x You (Reader)

Wordcount: 1.4K

Note: Not betad, all mistakes are my own.

"Hey, I love you writing and I was wondering if you can do a Pedro imagine where the reader is pregnant and like they didn’t announce it or anything and no one knew about it till they were seen in public. You can change it up if you want! Xx✨"

Okay, I am a slut, not even gonna try and hide it. As this was a request, I wasn't sure if you wanted smut or not, so that's why it is in two parts. Part one is pure fluff and no smut. Part two however is a smutty scene for those of you who wants to read about how they conceived the baby.

Enjoy! 💛

Part 2

Masterlist

You are nervous. It is obvious by the way you cling to Pedro in the backseat on your way to the gala. Your fingers intertwined into his big hand as you fiddle with the hem of his suit jacket.

He is nervous too, not because people will probably speculate, but he worries about you. The news is big, but neither of you like it when the media tries to poke into your private life before you are both ready to reveal it. It will come out eventually, but you want it to be from you and not rumours and pictures roaming about.

Your family and closest friends know. You chose to break the news three weeks ago. You remember the tears in your mother’s eyes and the warmest hug from Pedro’s father. But what truly stuck with you, was the moment you confirmed it to Pedro.

You knew for about five days without telling anyone. Pedro was away filming but had managed to squeeze in a night with you on a rainy Saturday. You had planned to go out for dinner, but in the last minute, chose to have a pizza and movie night. Cleaning the dishes from the pizza and preparing some snacks in the kitchen, you decide it was time.

You turned to him, biting your lower lip and he knew there was something immediately. At first, worry painted his face and he had walked over to you and wrapped you in his arms, kissing your forehead softly and asking what was wrong.

Tears were prickling in your eyes and as you looked up at him, more worry grew and you couldn’t help but feel happiness fill your chest, knowing this man was the father to your child.

A smile stretched across your face as tears escaped the corners of your eyes and you told him.

He was frozen, scanning your face and he went through all kinds of emotions before his eyes crinkled up into a bright beam. He pulled you in, holding you tight to him while murmuring all kinds of sweet words. Kneeling, he snuck his hand under your t-shirt and spread his hand across your belly, warmth filling you up. “Our baby.” He had whispered before looking up at you with tear-filled eyes.

You had made sweet and passionate love that night, his focus on purely satisfying you over and over and over again.

Pedro catches your chin and tilts it up to meet your eyes. He notices the worry in your eyes and gives you a gentle smile. Carefully sliding his hand further up, he graces your cheek with his thumb before tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “You look perfect.” He smiles.

You smile back at him, feeling a lump of worry surge in your belly. You know you could leave whenever you want to, Pedro had even offered to not go at all. A part of you wants everyone to know, but another wants to keep it a secret for as long as you can.

The car stops and your heart skips a beat as our stomach feels with dread. Your fingers grasp onto his hand, you almost missed the worried look on his face, his eyes scanning your features.

“We don’t have to, my love.” He whispers, gently stroking the back of your hand.

You shake your head. “I know, but I can’t avoid it forever.” You gulp, staring into his eyes. They crinkle at the gentle smile. He leans forward gently peck your lips, leaving a lingering touch on you.

As you give him a nod, he opens the door and gracefully climbs out before holding out his hand to assist you out. You place your hand in his and plant your feet on the ground before he pulls you gently out.

As soon as you were both outside, flashes and yells from the paparazzi filled your ears. Trusting Pedro to lead the way, he guides you onto the carpet and pulls you close to him, his hand resting on your side as you both face the paparazzi. From all the comments, none of them mention the tiny bump on your belly.

You sigh out in relief and feel more confident in your posture, straightening your back.

Pedro immediately notices and glances down at you with nothing but love in his eyes. His fingers twitch into your flesh before his thumb strokes up and down, bringing you more comfort.

~~~~~

You lay peacefully in Pedro’s arms, the morning sun peeking in between the curtains and a stripe of warmth licks your leg as it rests over Pedro’s hip. You listen to each other’s slow and steady breathing.

He had apologised for waking you up when he pulled you to him that morning, but you didn’t mind at all. It is where you belong, close to him. He left a few soft kisses on your forehead while you lay there resting, enjoying the calm morning. But the calm is interrupted as both of your phones won’t stop buzzing.

Pedro sighs, knowing exactly what all the texts are about. He had peeked at his phone before pulling you in, several messages commenting on today’s news. He had hoped it wouldn’t turn into something, but here you both lay, you – wondering what it all is about, him – wanting to shield you from the storm.

“Pedro?” You breathe, your eyes looking up at him from behind your eyelashes. “What is going on?” You have a feeling this is about last night’s appearance, but you wait for him to confirm it.

He looks down at you, a calm smile painting his lips. “Nothing we have to care about for now, my love.” He presses his lips to your forehead and nuzzles you closer to him.

You sigh out and drift off in his protective arms, knowing whatever is going on right now, didn’t need your attention.

~~~~~

He looks handsome, his calmness and confidence match great with his casual outfit. His hair slightly tussled from dragging his fingers through it again and again. You like his natural curls mixed with his grey peppered beard.

His eyes are resting on the woman sitting in front of him, but every time he glances at you, it fills you with butterflies. It’s not too obvious he is looking at you, as you’re standing a few strides behind the woman, listening to the ongoing interview of his newest movie.

“So, for some other big news, which I hope you can confirm for us, Pedro. A month ago, the internet went crazy over some new photos and headlines of you and your fiancé. Speculations of a potential new family member surged through several social medias. Could you perhaps talk a bit about that? Is it true?”

You knew the question would be asked, Pedro’s agent had agreed upon it before the interview took place. Pedro had asked you several times, if you wanted to go out with the news. You were a bit hesitant at first, but then again, might as well get it over with.

He gives the woman a smile before his eyes immediately seeks out yours, nothing but love is filled within his gaze. “It is with great pride and joy I can confirm my beautiful fiancé is carrying our future child. She is doing an amazing job and I can’t wait to become a father and see her be the mother of our baby.”

Your heart beats faster, tears brimming in your eyes as he speaks warmly of your future family. You know he is looking forward to it, but to see him like this, confirming the news and not leaving your sight, makes you warm from head to toe. You want to rush over to him, hold him close to you, but knowing interrupting the interview is not a good idea.

You wait patiently until the woman thanks Pedro for the interview. He immediately gets up from his chair and walks up to you, wrapping his arms around you. He kisses the top of your head several times and you wrap your arms around him.

“I will forever mean it, my love. I can’t wait to see you be the mother of our child, to carry them, to feed them, to help them grow up. I know you’ll be the best at it and every obstacle we face, we will face them together.”

You pull him tighter to you, a tear escaping the corner of your eye. “I love you.” You mumble into his chest.

He buries his nose in your hair. “I love you too.” He whispers.

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[utopianvoices]

phantasm | y.jeongin

↭ genre: ghost au, soulmate au; fluff, angst

↭ word count: 2.8k

↭ description: In which you end up getting lost and stranded in the middle of a party when you come face to face with the last person you’d expect.

↭ a.n: something new i wanted to try huehe lezgeddit. also a big shoutout to my favourite bub @whatisansvtbias​ <333 ily uwu (idek if you’re on tumblr anymore you busy raisin)

↭ warnings: mentions of drinking

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“Y/n, wake up! It’s time for school!” you heard your favourite voice call out to you, shortly followed by something soft hitting your head repeatedly.

“Go away,” you grunt, pushing away the pillow that was prodding you, causing it to fall into the ground with a small ‘thud’. Not even 10 seconds later, the pillow is back to do its duty; making sure you woke up so that you aren’t late for school for the third time that week.

You finally give up, sitting up in bed while glaring at the boy who was sitting at your desk, swiveling around in your chair. “Curse you and your ghost abilities, Yang.”

“Already cursed, m’love. That’s why I’m even here,” was your reply, accompanied by a cheeky smile from the boy in front of you.

Rolling your eyes, you sluggishly slide off your bed, not bothering to wipe the drool off your face or to deal with the bird nest that was sitting on top of your head, earning you a fake gag from the phantom that had been watching your morning routine for the past few months.

“Why can’t you just use your ghost abilities to transport me to school? Just walk through a random wall with me and we’ll be in school in five seconds,” you whined as you sifted through your cupboard for that day’s outfit.

“Only I will be able to walk through the wall, dumbass. You’ll probably bang your head on the wall and lose the only brain cell you have,” your friend retorted, as you flipped him the bird for vocalising the cold, hard truth.

“Even dead, you’re a pain in the ass,” you said, back facing him as you finally picked out an outfit that prevented you from looking like you just walked out of your tombstone. “I bet the big dude up there didn’t want your insufferable attitude with him, hence you walking around earth aimlessly.”

“Shut up and get ready for school.”

Chuckling to yourself, your mind drifted to the first time you met Jeongin. It was one of the strangest days of your life, yet you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

✼ •• ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ •• ✼

The last thing you remembered was you entering some senior’s house, ready to celebrate finals being over as a first-year, and being convinced that having shots would be a good idea, especially when they had found out that you had never drank before owing to the fact that you were not really active in the.... partying scene. You were never one for parties — they were often too loud, and too chaotic — but your best friend, Jisung, who just so happened to be that popular first year, had convinced you that going to this party would be the best decision you would’ve ever made, because according to him, you quote, “Everyone needs to let loose sometimes, Y/n!”

But this decision was backfiring you in ways you hadn’t thought of, owing to the fact that you had drank way past your limit, mostly because you didn’t know what your limit was, having never drank alcohol before — causing you to stumble onto the streets away from the house hoping to get rid of the horrible stench of alcohol and vomit that was circulating in that enclosed space — only to realise that Jisung was unreachable, and that you were not sure how to find your way back to your apartment.

Maybe it was time to take some serious actions and drop Jisung’s ass because you really needed a new best friend. But then again, no matter how insufferable, Jisung was Jisung and you loved him way more than you let him on.

Five minutes of tapping away on your phone’s Google Maps, and you were ready to throw your phone across the street because of how bad the signal was. Seriously, wiping out your money in the name of phone bills every month and not even providing you with a decent signal when you most need it? Not cool, telecomm companies.

With nothing else to do, having given up on trying to find your way back, you decided to take a seat on the hard and cold curb, seeing that it was the only thing left there to provide you with any company, as you made yourself comfortable on the asphalt, feeling strangely calm even though you were completely clueless as to which way was home as the cold air nipped at your exposed skin.

It must be the alcohol.

To anyone who was walking down the street at this point — not that there were many at that time —it would have seemed as though you were another dumb teenager who had made certain questionable decisions, which had lead you to being stranded on the streets at such a time. So you weren’t really surprised when you heard a voice call you out on exactly that.

“I can’t believe this is the third person this week, tsk. Teenagers these days.”

With the alcohol hazing your mind, your instincts and reaction time were slowed down, making you react slightly late to this stranger’s voice. As your eyes focused on the owner of the voice, you used whatever was left of your observation skills to deduce that said person was a young boy, somewhere around your age, and very, very cute — causing you to hate yourself even more, for seeming like an idiot.

Unable to control your mouth, you spoke up and replied to the boy, the alcohol seemingly bringing out the hidden extrovert in you.

“Hey, this is the first time this has ever happened to me, don’t judge. Besides you don’t look any older than me.”

Not expecting a reply from you, the boy in front of you stood frozen, heartbeat (or lack thereof) picking up speed that a person had replied to him, let alone even seen him. How? It clearly wasn’t possible, owing to the fact that he wasn’t.... well, he wasn’t exactly human.

“Y-you can see me?” the boy in front of you stuttered, snapping out of his shock and raising a finger to point to himself. “And hear me too?”

Welp, maybe you weren’t the only drunk one abandoned on the streets that day. “Yea dude, of course I can see and hear you. Tall, black hair, brown eyes, quite cute. I see it all.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have added the cute part, but seeing the boy’s face flush red somehow made you feel less embarrassed about yourself.

“But how? How can you see me?” the boy continued questioning, still unable to comprehend the fact that after years of walking busy streets and still feeling lonely, all it took was one girl to make his cold body heat up and his dead heart to feel as if it had a sudden jumpstart.

“This is going to sound crazy,” you started — catching the boy’s attention with your dramatic words — "but I have these amazing things called eyes and ears. Oh, would you look at that! You have them too!"

"No, you don’t understand." the boy cut you off, shaking his head for extra effect. "I am a ghost. I cease to exist, and no one has been able to see me for years. So, how can you see me?"

"Ooookay, you know what? I think it’s time for me to get going," you said, as you slowly got up from the curb to run the hell away from this clearly drunk and mental boy.

I stay around him any longer and I will probably drive myself mental too.

"No, wait-"

The boy didn’t get to finish his sentence, as he watched your retreating figure run back in towards the house that still smelled of alcohol, sweat, and vomit.

Shoulders slumping, the boy walked away from the house, mind still whirring with all the possible explanations as to how you could see him. It wasn’t something that happened before, and he knew that he had to get to the bottom of it. Even if it meant that he’d have to use his long-hidden ghost abilities.

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“I still can’t believe you waited till I woke up the next day, just to steal my voice away from me,” you said, recollecting your first sober encounter with your friend, as you walked side by side to the Building of Doom. School was just too boring for your liking.

"Well, if you had just shut up I wouldn’t have had to do it!” Jeongin defended himself, looking at you accusingly.

“Excuse me for being freaked out that a potential mad man was sitting in my chair!” you replied, sarcasm filling your tone as you shoved the boy beside you ever so slightly. “I still can’t understand why I’m the only one who can see and touch you.”

“Beats me too,” your friend sighed, falling into silence as soon as the sensitive topic was brought up. “Still no luck with finding it in the library?”

Since the day Jeongin had explained to you that you were the only one who could see and touch him and that was the reason why he had come after you, you had made it a mission to find out why things played out that way.

What made you so special that you were the only one who could interact with this cute ghost who had been wandering around so aimlessly — any and all hopes of finding peace — lost?

“Nope, not yet,” you spoke up. “But then again, I still have a few more books to go, so don’t lose hope yet.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, the rest of the walk continuing in silence.

✼ •• ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ •• ✼

Two coffees later, you’re still on your second book, titled The Supernatural World, trying so hard to find the answer to the riddle you so badly wanted to solve.

Not being able to do anything, Jeongin sat beside you, head rested on his palm as he observed you going through page after page, taking a sip of your now cold coffee every now and then, and your distinct habit of shaking your leg due to the caffeine overload.

“Stop staring at me, idiot, you’re making me lose concentration,” you said, forcing the blush that was threatening to rise to stay down as you will your eyes to stay on the book and not to glance up at the handsome boy sitting across you.

You would definitely be lying if you said that your heart didn’t race every time he looked at you for longer than a second.

But then again, so did his.

None of you wanted to pay heed to the fact that you belonged in two very different and completely opposite worlds. It was like primary school all over again, when all you could think about was your crush on the boy who fended off some bullies for you.

This wasn’t primary school though, where you desperately hid your crushes from one another in fears of being made fun of by other friends. Over the months of growing closer to one another, you both knew that you liked each other, the need for confessions proving useless.

The way your gazes lasted longer than necessary, and the small things you had done for each other was more than enough proof that there was something going on between the both of you, and there was no need to speak of it. Just embracing it was more than enough because, at the end of the day, you both knew that your worlds were too different for anything to happen.

And finally, you got the answer you were looking for, for months. Unconsciously holding your breath, your eyes skimmed over the words on the fourth chapter of the book, your pulse elevating with every word you read.

“It is not normal for a supernatural being to be left stranded in the mortal world. However, it would not be an uncommon occurrence. More often than not, there will be a single person who can see and touch this supernatural being, with no exceptions. This would then indicate that this person was the soulmate of the supernatural being. When either one of the soulmates remains in the mortal world, the other shall not be able to pass in peace.”

Your grip on the book tightened, as you re-read the paragraph over and over again, as you try to comprehend what the book was trying to say.

Soulmates? You and Jeongin?

Somehow you didn’t question it.

“Hey, you okay? You look like you’re about to pass out,” Jeongin asked, concern filling him up as he slowly pried the book away from your hands. You didn’t bother stopping him, as you carefully watched his expression while he read the paragraph. And you were not surprised to see the realisation dawn on his face.

Clearly, he didn’t question it as well.

“Soulmates, huh?” he asked quietly, after a long silence, gaze fixated on the table. “Who would’ve thought?”

You let out a light chuckle, heart still pounding against your ribcage as you watched your soulmate lift his head up to look at you, eyes exchanging unspoken words.

Your mind was whirring, different scenarios popping up one after another when your train of thought was cut off by the boy in front of you.

“I’m leaving, Y/n,” he spoke up, face displaying firmness as he delivered his decision. “I’m leaving, and I’m not coming back.”

You felt your heart sink, as you looked at him confused, hurt, trying to decipher his decision. “W-what? What do you mean you’re leaving? Why?”

“Because if I stay here, I will just be holding you back from your own life. You have many years ahead of you, Y/n. I’m not taking that away from you,” he replied, fists curling into balls as he lightly hits the table in frustration.

Anger filled you, as you stood up to match his stance, leaning against the table as you minimised the distance between the two of you. “That’s not your decision to make.”

“Maybe not,” he said, pulling back to restore the distance between the both of you. “But my decision is to leave, and that’s up to me, not you.”

“Don’t you dare break my heart, Yang Jeongin,” you threatened the boy in front of you, tears welling up in your eyes, already knowing that there was no other way.

Being a ghost made Jeongin immortal, and that would mean you spending the majority of your life with a ghost that never grew old, only reuniting the day you cease to exist. Although painful, leaving you was a necessary decision, and Jeongin was more than willing to give that up. Even if it meant spending a good amount of years in solitude.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his own eyes glistening as you slowly started to lose sight of him.

Right before completely disappearing, you heard him whisper something with so much sincerity that you broke down in the middle of the local library, heart shattering into so many pieces you’re not sure you can mend it fully.

“I love you, Y/n, and I will never stop loving you.”

✼ •• ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ •• ✼

The beeps from the heart monitor fill your ear, as you lay in the hospital bed, taking in the sight of your children and grandchildren.

“I’m not sure she has much time left,” you hear the doctor telling your family, the sound of sniffling following shortly after. “You might want to start saying your goodbyes now.”

The sight of your family piling into your room warmed your heart, knowing that you were not leaving this world alone.

Many years ago, you never would have thought that you would have moved on, started a family, and have many many grandchildren.

But life was full of surprises.

It took time — to heal your broken heart and move on as if nothing had happened — but all you had to do was convince yourself that this was what he would have wanted for you.

He chose to spend years and years in solitude just so that you could live yours filled with joy and happiness. The most you could do was give him what he wanted; the cute and sassy boy you adored so much that your heart hurt just thinking about him.

Not one day passed where you didn’t think of him; where he was, what he was doing, how he was feeling. But you knew that you weren’t the only one thinking of the other.

As your eyes traveled through the crowd, taking in the faces of your loved ones, one particular face standing right outside your room caught your eye.

Tall, black hair, brown eyes, very cute.

You’d never forget.

“It’s time to go, m’love,” you hear the voice you missed so dearly, surrounding you. “Just close your eyes and go to sleep. I’ll see you very soon.”

And with that promise, you closed your eyes, with a smile on your face, heart racing at the thought of the person you had so eagerly been waiting to see for years.

∞ end ∞

[buckygirl-fanfiction]

Sparks Chapter 8

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from avengers team

Word Count: 3.6K

Summary: Bucky and y/n have a almost moment at the Tower’s Halloween party. But, they are interrupted with news of a potential bio-attack in Time Square. It’s up to y/n to disable the bomb and save the city.

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 66 pages. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

October 31, 2015

y/n’s POV

“Well, what do you think?” I say as I walk out. It’s 7pm and Bucky is outside my office waiting for me to change into my costume for Tony’s annual Halloween party. Tony has an annual party for literally everything, I suspect it’s a coping mechanism because everything around us is literally going to shit. Hey, if a party makes him forget that there is an active Hydra mole still in the tower then i’m down. This year i’m going as the infamous catwoman, red lipstick, skin tight black leather, black stiletto boots and all.

“Wow,” Bucky stands there wide eyed and staring at me. I guess that’s a good reaction. I’ve been working nonstop these past two weeks since Bucky and Steve got back with their intel. I was in charge of decoding the scientific data they got off the drives in Chad. Tony briefed me partially and told me that some information had been “found” and that he wanted me to run through it. So far i’ve put together pieces that revealed some form of bioterrorism. But, Tony still didn’t trust me enough to keep me in the loop about the mole hunt. However, I was still in the loop thanks to Bucky. The only downside the loop didn’t consist of much, other than what we already knew. Somebody inside the tower was passing on information.

“What do you think boobs au natural or pushed up,” I ask Bucky. Now that’s a question you can only ask your best friend.

“Ummm, uhhh.” He stammers a little, “well it depends is it for, uh, dancing, or umm.” He’s cut of when Wanda walks down the hall towards us.

“Come on we’re going to miss out on all the fun!” she says, “everybody’s already up on the roof.”

“What do you think?” I turn to Wanda pushing my breasts up a little.

“Yeah definitely go with the push-up,” Wanda says and I walk back into my office to put on my bustier bra. “Oh, Bucky. Bahini is looking for you. She’s upstairs waiting. I’d go up there before she starts doing body shots off someone.”

“Oh. Right… Well umm, i’ll see you guys up there,” Bucky says before awkwardly walking down the hall towards the elevator. He’s wearing a ‘nerd costume’. When in reality, he just borrowed a white lab jacket from inventory and put white tape around the middle of a pair of old square black glasses. Props go to him for making the best last minute costume.

“You look uncharacteristically slutty today,” Wanda says.

I walk out my office and give her a spin, “I know. Dean said he is coming tonight,” I say. “So I thought I might you know get a little frisky.” I wink at her.

“Dean the cute weapons guy?” Wanda asks as I fix my hair.

“Yep,” after checking my reflection for the last time I grab my phone and say, “let’s go.” Upstairs everyone is dressed up, drinking, and dancing. Wanda herself is iconic Wonder Woman. I spot Cho sitting across on the other side of the roof dressed up as a bunny. It’s uncharacteristically warm for late October and everybody is enjoying the late afternoon breeze. Wanda and I make our way through the crowd of people socializing towards Cho who’s sitting next to Steve. “Wow,” I say sarcastically looking at him. “And I thought Bucky’s costume was last minute. Great effort,” I say to Steve who is basically wearing one of his old red, white, and blue tactical suits.

“Hey,” he says “I give the people what they want.”

I spot a streak of orange fly past behind them, beyond the roof. “Well I see Tony’s having fun.” Wanda says.

“He pulls that thing out for every occasion,” Steve says shaking his head in disapprovement. Tony is in his iron man suit flying around the roof gathering the attention of spectators all around.

Bucky walks towards our group with Bahni by his side and says, “Hey, you know Bahni.” She’s wearing the stereotypical slutty nurse outfit. How stereotypically Bahni I think to myself.

“Hello,” she says to everyone at our group. We break out into casual conversation and laugh and drink. She’s actually a cool person I think to myself. I’m glad to see Bucky is finally breaking out of his usually reserved shell with her. After about ten minutes I spot Dean and I excuse myself from the group and walk towards him.

Bucky’s POV

I watch y/n as she walks across the roof towards a tall man in a ridiculous Clark Kent Superman costume. I’m inclined to keep an eye on her for some unexplainable reason. The group is still talking to Bahni about office gossip or something along those lines. Bahni’s great I think to myself. What are you doing Bucky? Focus on the girl right in front of you I think to myself. But, I can’t help it. My eyes occasionally drift back to y/n and the man she was flirting with across the roof. I think his name is Dean. y/n told me they had coffee once. The rest of the night passes by an y/n brings Dean over to the group and introduces him to her friends. He is the stereotypical arrogant scientist type, way too smart for his own good. Around 10pm I make the mistake of drinking a little too much from Thor’s stash. The group has now dispersed. y/n and Dean are dancing and Bahni is somewhere I don’t know. Steve and I are sitting on the barstools watching the entire scene.

“So, Bahni is a nice girl,” Steve says.

“Yeah,” I say absentmindedly still looking off in the distance watching y/n and Dean dancing. What am I doing? I question to myself.

“So is y/n,” Steve says following my gaze.

“Stop.” I say cutting him off before he starts again.

“Alright. We just think you guys are good for each other.” Steve continues.

“We?” I say turning my attention towards Steve.

“Well yeah, Cho and I, were just talking about it,” he says looking guilty of partaking in gossip.

“So, WE are a topic of conversation now?” I ask curiously and a little annoyed.

“Uhh, no. I just mean.” Steve says trying to play it off.

“I’m gonna go find Bahni,” I say before walking towards the other end of the roof. It’s quieter on this side. Just the catering crew buzzing around. I lean on the guard rail and look down to the street which is just a faint grey line from so far up. What am I doing I think to myself. y/n is a great friend. I can’t just all of a sudden bring feelings into this. That’s unfair to her. Maybe if I take a breather for a second these misplaced feelings will disappear. Just like that, perfectly on cue y/n walks towards my corner of the roof and leans against the stone edging.

“Hey,” she says looking at me. “What are you doing over here all alone?”

“Just thinking,” I reply vaguely.

“So, what do you think about Dean?” she asks bumping her shoulder against mine. She’s almost as tall as I am when she’s wearing heels. Just a couple inches shorter.

“He’s alright, I guess,” I reply.

“Alright?” she repeats curiously.

“You could do better.” I say simply. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking.

“Well, he’s better then the coffee guy,” she says laughing playfully bumping my shoulder once again.

I turn around to face her. The alcohol making me a little bolder than usual I move my face closer to hers. I’ve never been this close to her. I smell her perfume, it’s sweet and floral and fills my lungs. I look down at her lips which are deep red, the color of blood. Then, I bring my eyes back up to meet hers. She looks at me quizzically, but doesn’t move away. For the first time in a long time I get a moment of clarity. Our faces are on the same level and i’m so tempted to lean down and kiss her.

y/n’s POV

Bucky’s face is so close to mine I can smell the alcohol on his breath. I don’t exactly know how much time we spend standing like this, but the next thing I hear is Steve’s voice from behind me. “Uhh, Buck. Sorry to interrupt but we have a situation.”

Bucky reluctantly pulls back away from my face to look up at Steve who is standing a couple feet away. “What?” he says in a semi-annoyed tone.

“There’s a bomb in Time Square.” Steve says. Now that broke whatever alcohol induced spell Bucky and I were under, like a bucket of cold water being poured on us.

“What?” I say shocked.

“We have to go now, Tony’s in the briefing room.” Steve says. Bucky takes another look at me sighs and says, “Stay safe.” He walks away leaving me at the corner of the roof alone. Once again left alone to worry. I think to myself is it worth it? To have my happiness so contingent upon another being? He flies away every five minutes to put himself in danger and save the world and i’m left here wondering if he’s going to come back.

I walk back towards the party and dancing people. I notice most of the agents are missing and sigh I worry about Nat and Wanda. I spot Bahni completely obvious to the situation taking shots and laughing with her friends. I envy her just a little. Dean is surrounded by a group of young eager looking interns. I see Cho sitting alone at the bar and walk towards her. I guess she’s been ditched too.

“Steve told me,” she says equally disoriented.

“I didn’t know,” I say. I always suspected something between them but I wasn’t sure until now. If he thought she was important enough to be honest with clearly there was something going on between them. “It’s been a couple months,” she says looking off into the distance. “We weren’t ready to tell anyone yet.”

“I see,” I say as she confirms my suspicions.

Bucky’s POV

Most of the main team members are in the briefing room along with some trusted tactical agents. Tony’s A.I. program intercepted the intelligence and had alerted him. Most of the staff still haven’t been notified since we are still in the process of a mole hunt. Nat and Clint look at each other worried. I don’t usually see Nat worried. Steve is already in his tactical suit ready to go and save the city. Tony is typing away at his keyboard. Sam is on site already providing some live video feed. Apparently it’s a explosive designed to disperse a neurotoxin. Tony is trying to hack into the wireless detonator along with a blond woman sitting next to him. Tony stands up from his screen after five minutes and sighs. “I can’t disable it, but I know what it is,” he says. He turns to Nat and Clint, “The wireless detonators signal is coming from a warehouse in Queens.” Almost on cue both of them nod their heads and exit the room going to check it out. Leaving Steve and I alone in the room with Tony and the blond woman, Sharon Carter. “Where’s Dr. y/l/n?” Tony asks.

“Upstairs,” I say. Then ask, “why?”

“She’s the one decoding the scientific intel we got from that base in Chad.” Tony answers. “I need her.”

“I’ll get her,” I say making my way back to the door. I don’t want to bring y/n into this. But lives are on the line. When I get upstairs I find her and Cho sitting, looking quite depressed, leaning against one of the bar setups. I tell her whats going on and lead her downstairs to the security floor. Cho follows despite my protests.

When we enter the room Tony sees Cho and before he can say anything Steve says, “They know.”

“They know how much?” Tony asks narrowing his eyes at us.

“Everything,” I answer in Steve’s place.

“Wonderful, does anyone know what the word classified means these days?” Tony yells. “It means don’t tell your girlfriends.”

y/n’s POV

I ignore Tony’s quip and proceed to say, “What’s going on? Why do you need me?”

“Remember those files I gave you to review. The prototype plans we found for the bio-bomb?” Tony says exasperated. “Well looks like it’s more than a prototype now.”

I walk over to the computer screen eyes wide open and look at the live video stream of the bomb. “I can’t do it from here,” I says looking at Tony. “I have to be there.”

“Alright.” Tony says looking down at me. He turns to Bucky and Steve, “get her there.”

“She’s not a field agent,” Bucky says looking at me. “I’ll go, just tell me what to do and i’ll disable it.”

“I can handle myself,” I say looking at him a little angry at his lack of trust in me. What the hell… does he think I can’t do my own fucking job? I thought he was more evolved than that… He walks back and forth for a second. Steve and Tony look at him waiting for a response. What am I an asset? I don’t need permission to do my own job and time is running out. “Are you serious right now? This is completely irrational.” I walk up to Steve and say, “Come on let’s go I don’t feel like dying tonight along with all of New York.”

Steve looks at Bucky for a second, sighs and says, “let’s go.” I follow him out of the room. Bucky doesn’t say a word instead he walks out behind us.

…

We’ve split up, I’m in a subway tunnel somewhere under Time Square with Bucky. Steve is following us through another parallel tunnel making sure no one is still lurking around. Bucky hasn’t said much, other than communicating out location with Steve. “What, do you think i’m incompetent?” I say finally breaking the silence.

“y/n it’s not that” he says still in his nerd costume carrying a large gun. It’s dark and the only light comes from a flashlight i’m carrying. Subway tunnels are disgusting. I hear the occasional rat running away and smell god knows what. My heels click on the cement, i’m careful to avoid the tracks.

“What is it then?” I ask still annoyed at Bucky for not supporting me earlier. I don’t need a man to control me or protect me for that matter. I can do both just fine myself, thank you.

“It’s irrational,” he says.

“What?” I ask narrowing my eyes at him.

“I didn’t want my best friend in danger alright. I know you can handle yourself, I know you’re strong, and I know you’re good at your job.” He says stilling looking straight ahead. “I just didn’t want to bring you into this.”

Alright, I have to admit that, that was sweet. But just because it’s sweet doesn’t mean he gets a say in what I can or cannot do, “That is irrational,” I say back simply, but in a less angry tone.

“You’re coming up onto the main chamber,” I hear over the com in my ear. “It detonates at midnight, You have 45 minutes. Make it count Dr. y/l/n.” Tony says over my earpiece. We walk into a lit underground corridor. Sam is inside along with two large construction lights illuminating the large device. It looks almost identical to the prototype blueprints I was studying. Minus a few minor changes. I kneel in front of it and Sam hands me a large metal box. I open the box filled with tools and begin to unscrew the device and take it apart slowly and carefully. I admit, I’m a little scared. But, I push the fear back and continue to do my job. There’s no time for fear when it comes to living life.

“y/n you’re cutting it pretty close here,” Sam says buzzing behind me. The timer counts down, 15 minutes left. I’ve taken apart the main structure all that’s left is removing the neurotoxins and explosives. I can’t disable it but if I take out the ammunition and dispersal agents then there would be nothing left to detonate.

“Shut up,” I say to Sam who won’t stop pacing behind me. “Hand me the orange box.” He passes me a large orange briefcase and I open it. I slowly remove each vial of neurotoxin from inside the device and place it inside the briefcase locking it. “Get this out of here,” I say to Sam.

“3 minutes y/n,” Bucky says impatiently behind me.

“I know, Shut up for a second,” I say before disconnecting some of the wires connected to the detonator. I get up when there’s about 30 seconds left on the clock. “There,” I say. The timer continues to count down. “Are you sure,” Bucky asks and I give him a look that says don’t question me. Just as I turn my back and walk towards the exit I hear a beeping noise and it startles Bucky.

Bucky’s POV

There’s a loud perpetual beeping being emitted from the now gutted device. y/n is walking towards the door. It’s going to blow, is my first though. Pure instinct kicks in and I throw myself over y/n shielding her. We both fall to the floor and my hands are on either side of her head, my body completely on top of hers. I close my eyes praying my body offers enough protection and y/n survives the blast. The beeping continues then stops. “I’m curious,” I hear y/n’s delicate voice say from under me. “How would closing your eyes help in a blast?” I open my eyes and look down at her, then up at the device’s timer which is now stopped at zero. I sigh and roll off of her. She did it. “I told you, I disabled it,” she says matter-of-factly.

“Never doubted your ability,” is all I can manage to say.

“Ahhh!” She screams and leaps up from the floor. I leap up right beside her with my weapon raised pointing it in the direction of her gaze.

“What?” I say pointing my gun at the floor at nothing other than a huge sewer cockroach.

“Gahhh!” she says shivering and running behind me for cover.

“Seriously?” I say. She’s not scared of murdering maniac super villains or weapons of mass destruction but she’s scared of bugs.

“Can we just go, I hate bugs.” She says shivering again. She pulls me by my metal biceps to the door.  “Gahhhh so gross,” she says shaking herself off. I hear the click of her heels against the pavement as we walk through the empty subway tunnels back up to civilization. It’s so rhythmic and calming.

…

y/n’s POV

Back at the tower the party is still going on. Most of the team members are back up on the roof again blowing off some steam. Tony is the only one missing along with Agent Carter. They are probably shifting through the warehouse in Queens and the remnants of the bomb. I told Tony I’d take it apart first thing Monday to see what information I could get. Steve and Cho left already, but Nat and Wanda are still up there laughing and having drinks like we weren’t about to be blown up just hours ago. I guess they live in the moment, they have too with the lives they lead. Every moment could be their last. I wonder if Bucky lives in the moment. Is that what he’s doing with Bahni I think. I watch them across the roof talking. I’m a little tired and I decide to call it a night. I get up chug down the last of my drink and make my way to the elevator. I walk inside and down the stairs leading down to the top floor where the elevator is. Half way down the stairs, I hear Bucky’s voice call me. “y/n!” I look up and find him standing at the top of the winding staircase. “Leaving so soon?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I say. “I’m kind of worn out.”

“Oh,” he says I can almost hear disappointment in his tone. “Well i’ll see you tomorrow?” he asks, “for our run.”

“Yeah 11?” I say back.

“Yep,” he replies and then we part ways. I walk back down and towards the elevator. It’s getting colder outside and some of the party guests have wandered inside to the top floor. I think back to earlier in the night. When Bucky and I were alone in the corner of the roof. He leaned in, I swear he leaned in. Maybe he was just drunk I think to myself. Even if he weren’t what could that mean? Maybe it doesn’t mean anything; Maybe he was just living in the moment. Some part of me wonders what would have happened if Steve hadn’t interrupted us. Some part of me is too scared to ask the question. I shake the fear off and attribute the entire incident to a little too much drinking and the aura of the party. I get on the elevator and before the doors shut I see a arm stick in, a metal arm, and the doors open again.

“Hey,” Bucky says getting into the elevator with me. “I’m hungry wanna get something to eat?”

“Yeah,” I reply surprised that he came after me. “What about Bahni?”

“I told her it was getting late and I was tired,” he says. I raise an eyebrow at him, “Which is true we did just save an entire city.” He says.

“So where do you wanna go?” I ask.

“That Diner with the giant pancakes?” he asks.

“Diner it is,” I reply.