#I'd walk across the mountains just to feel your spark

[teathattast]

They're a work of art

Can’t find it in my heart to leave em

I’ll go where you are, feel like I was made to please em

Written in the stars, never pulling us apart ‘cause

Babe, the magic is wherever we are

Cause when we walk in the room they stop and stare

Barbie and Ken they don’t compare to us

They know we got it

We got the magic

[romanceromp]

Finally finished this playlist! Listen here

Enchanted - Taylor Swift

Your eyes whispered "have we met?" Across the room your silhouette starts to make it's way to me. The playful conversation starts, counter all your quick remarks, like passing notes in secrecy. And it was enchanting to meet you.

I'm With You - Vance Joy

I was just coasting till we met. You remind me just how good it can get. Well I've been on fire, dreaming of you. Tell me you don't, It feels like you do.

Brighter Than The Sun - Colbie Caillat

I swear you hit me like a vision. I wasn't expecting. But who am I to tell fate where it's supposed to go?

Arms - Christina Perri

The world is coming down on me. And I can't find a reason to be loved. I never wanna leave you, but I can't make you bleed if I'm alone.

Rewrite The Stars - Zach Efron & Zendaya

You know I want you. It's not a secret I try to hide. I know you want me so don't keep sayin' our hands are tied. You claim it's not in the cards. And fate is pullin' you miles away and out of reach from me. But you're here in my heart. So who can stop me if I decide that you're my destiny?

You think it's easy. You think I don't wanna run to you. But there are mountains. And there are doors that we can't walk through. I know you're wondering why because we're able to be just you and me within these walls. But when we go outside, you're gonna wake up and see that it was hopeless after all.

I Ain't Never Loved No One - Donovan Woods & Tenille Towns

And you set the bar for this stubborn heart. And when you met my family, everybody knew that you had me wrapped. I ain't ever loved no one like that. And when I said I loved ya, I didn't care if you said it back. I ain't ever loved no one like that.

Say You Won't Let Go - James Arthur

I met you in the dark, you lit me up. You made me feel as though I was enough. We danced the night away. Then you smiled over your shoulder. For a minute, I was stone-cold sober.

Once In A Lifetime - Landon Austin

I'm under your skies. I'm caught in your eyes. Don't you know you stop the room. And all that I can see is you. I'm standing where the lightning strikes. I know this doesn't happen twice. You must be my once in a lifetime.

Ordinary Day - Vanessa Carlton

As he asked if I would come along. I started to realize that everyday he finds just what he's lookin' for. And like a shooting star he shines, and he said take my hand, live while you can. Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand.

Poetry - Wrabel

I see poetry in your eyes. You're the only reason we rhyme. And oh my it's a big world out there. Been looking for something, I finally found it right here.

Beyond - Leon Bridges

I wanna bring her 'round to meet ya. I think you'd like her kind demeanor. I know that Grandma would've loved her like she was her own. She makes me feel at home. Do you think I'm being foolish if I don't rush in?

You Matter to Me - Sara Bareilles & Jason Mraz

I could find the whole meaning of life in those sad eyes. They've seen things that you never quite say, but I hear. Come out of hiding, I'm right here beside you. And I'll stay there as long as you let me.

It's addictive the minute you let yourself think the things that I say just might matter to someone. All of this time I've been keeping my mind on the running away. And for the first time I think I'd consider the stay.

The Few Things - JP Saxe & Charlotte Lawrence

I don't say what's on my mind quite as much as you'd like me to. And often when I'm quiet. You worry I'm hiding from you. And I know I keep a lot to myself. But still, you're more a part of me than anybody else. So if you need me to tell you more, you're one of the few things that I'm sure of.

Flicker - Niall Horan

Then I think of the start and it echoes a spark. And I remember the magic electricity. Then I look in my heart, there's a light in the dark. Still a flicker of hope that you first gave to me that I wanna keep. Please don't leave.

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[boxofbadaddiction]

Whoever Broke Your Heart

George Weasley x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Cheating. Guy who doesn't understand the word "no". Teeny Tiny bit of Swearing.

Opening a Joke Shop was the best idea Fred and George ever had. It's what they were meant to do. What made them happier than one would think possible. At least that's what George had been trying to convince himself for the past few hours.

To tell the truth, this past week had been the most stressful so far, and they worked through the beginning of a war!

But now that that was over and Diagon Alley, like everywhere, was beginning to return to the new normal, the Twins had been flat out. Kids were preparing for the school year and in addition to their shop being near capacity every single day, mail orders were through the roof. It'd been like this for the past 3 weeks, but this week...This week could not possibly get any worse!

Between the eight new complaints from angry family members after falling victim to one of their products. To the three ruined displays after a customer 'accidentally' set off one of the boys 'Crazy Creatures' feature Fireworks which sparked a Lion to pounce throughout the store, until the Twins got it under control, it had managed to take out it's fair share of shelving and they had to close the store for a little over an hour to clean up. On the brightside they sold twelve of those that day after everyone saw it in action. Now, however, there weren't enough fireworks in the store to distract George from the mountain of paper work he'd been ignoring. Or from the fact he still couldn't get his latest invention to cooperate. He has completely HAD IT. In his opinion this week can well and truly go and get fuc-

"OI GEORGE! You're not still working in there are you!?" Fred called as he made his way to his brothers room.

Sure enough, there his Twin was. Slumped uncomfortably in his desk chair working reluctantly on the paperwork he'd neglected. With his head propped up by his palm he didn't even acknowledge his brothers entrance.

"For Merlin's sake, George. The stores closed mate, give yourself a break for a minute won't you?" Fred walked over to glance at the work spread haphazardly over the desk top.

"Later. I'm nearly done." George murmured.

"Bollocks you are." Fred replied lifting several order sheets from the pile to read through them. "You've been working non-stop lately, just let it slip for tonight, mate."

"I can't Fred!" He snapped in frustration. "We're so far behind it's ridiculous. I can't let it go because it needs to be done before open tomorrow!"

"We're not open tomorrow, George! It's Sunday!"

"What?" He looked up confusedly at his calender on the wall. "It's the 31st?"

"No." Fred dropped the papers in his hands and flipped the page of the calender, picking up a red marker which he used to circle the date. "It's the 5th, you numpty."

George threw his Quill onto the desk and pushed himself back into his chair, rubbing his eyes in frustration before running them through his hair with a groan. He had a whole day to get this done tomorrow. But here he was rushing through it like last minute revision before an exam because he can't keep track of what day it is. He relaxed at the thought of more time. Fred patted his shoulder with a slight chuckle, noticing much of the tension he'd been harbouring melt away.

"Worried for nothing" he joked. George looked up at him with a glare. Freds face dropped slightly, seeing the bloodshot whites of his Twins eyes and the dark circles beneath them. "Bloody hell...you really need a night out of here."

George stood to stretch his aching back and sighed satisfactorily as it cracked in several places. "Yeah. Maybe I do" he spoke honestly.

"Tell ya what, Georgie. I was gonna continue work on that Dragons Breath Candy of yours tonight anyway so" he dug his hand in his pocket and pulled out a bunch of coins counting quickly, "here's twenty galleons. Get out."

George tilted his head in question.

"Go eat, or drink, whatever. Just get out."

George wasn't feeling particularly energetic for a night out and opened his mouth to protest, but Fred was having none of it.

"UH! No. Take a shower, cause you reek. Then leave and I don't won't you back till you're truly hammered. Hear me?"

His brother smiled half-heartedly and sent up a mock salute with a playfully stern expression.

Feeling far more refreshed than he had 20 minutes ago thanks to a good hot shower, George readdied himself to leave, grabbing his keys then quickly apparating to the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron. True, it wasn't a particularly long walk but honestly...he just couldn't be bothered.

The Pub was decently full but given the fact it was barely past eight on a Saturday night, one would actually consider it quite empty.

Shuffling past the groups of people drinking and talking throughout the room he quickly made his way to the bar. He stood to the right of what appeared to be a couple, leaning his body against the counter as he ordered a Fire Whiskey. He pulled a vacant stool toward himself to sit down as he paid for his drink. He simply sat, contently sipping his beverage, listening to the music as he felt himself relax considerably finally having time away from the stress of work. A few minutes passed before something to his left caught his attention. The couple he'd sat next to, or rather what he now gathered was an uncomfortable woman and some insufferable git who clearly didn't understand the word 'no'.

He was relentless in trying to persuade the woman to join him for a dance...then a drink...then how bout a date...then a-OKAY! George had heard enough.

"Oi, mate." He shouted slightly to be heard over the noise of the room, he tapped the man's shoulder to make it clear he was the one he was talking to. He turned slowly with a sour look of disgust at the interruption. "Give it a rest won't you? She's clearly not interested."

The girl shifted slightly in her chair, distancing herself from the man who refused to leave her alone. She clutched her drink within her hands tightly, trying to appear invisible one would assume.

"You with her are you?" The man spoke as he turned his body to face George, eyeing him with a rude expression.

"No."

"Then sod off. You're not one to know what she wants."

"Given the 8 times she's told you 'no' in the past 5 minutes I'd say I know exactly what she wants. For you to leave her alone."

The girl couldn't help but smile slightly at the redheads boldness of words. The man on the other hand was quickly becoming agitated. He straightened himself and took a menacing step forward, nostrils flaring. George didn't budge. Unphased by the man's movements, he simply sipped his drink with a deadpan expression.

"You tryna spark a problem, buddy?"

"Merely attempting to resolve one." George spoke smoothly.

"I don't see one here needing your help." He hissed.

"That'd be because you're it. So unless you'd like me to conjure you a mirror I'm afraid you'll remain quite blind." He took another sip of his drink. "The girls not interested. Leave her alone."

"Oh she looks plenty interested to me" the angry man spoke "just playing hard to get" he smirked stepping back a pace and wrapping his arm around the woman's side. George noticed her cringe at the contact moving away from him in her seat.

George placed his drink on the counter and stood slowly. His movements making the man drop his arm and puff his chest to appear bigger than he was. Stares never leaving one another as the redhead turned his body to face the arrogant man, looking down on him as if he were something unpleasant stuck to his shoe. Towering in comparison, a good head taller than he was caused a flash of unease to spead across the face of the offender. Evidently he had not realised the full size of the man infront of him while he was seated.

"Leave." George spoke in a deep and threatening voice. Eyes like daggers peircing all confidence the man before him previously held.

In an attempt to gain some composure and try not appear to be fleeing the git scoffed. Throwing a lame insult at the two of them before grabbing his drink and sulking away into the small crowd. George stood in place like a statue until the man had disappeared from sight completely. Posture and expression immediately softening as he turned back to the woman by the bar "are you alright?".

"Fine. Thank you." She spoke swiftly. Not turning to face him clearly wanting to be left alone as her body was still stiff and rigid. George looked at her unsure of what to say. "Do you need anything?".

"No. I'm fine. And I'd appreciate being left alone." She snapped turning her head ever slightly toward him as she did so. He tried to not take it personally as he noted the emotion held in her eyes and the slight tremble in her lips. The way she sat as if trying to restrain herself from something. Her drink, obviously bought long ago as the ice had all melted and the condensation had formed a large ring around the base of her glass. She'd probably been here long before that tosser showed up.

George sat, facing back to his glass not wanting to disturb her any further. She was beautiful he thought, and had the circumstances been different he probably would have been tempted to buy her a drink. But he knew now definitely wasn't the time, even if he just couldn't shake the feeling he needed to say something.

He eyed her curiously and cautiously, not wanting to appear as another weirdo incapable of understanding boundaries. Watching her stare sorrowfully at a Golden Diamond ring she fiddled with in her hands, a tear slipping down her cheek. It all made sense now. He raised his drink slowly to his lips, looking forward.

"Whoever broke your heart, must have been crazy."

She turned to him instantly, a very confused expression on her face as she watched him toss his head back to finish his drink. He signalled to the bartender for another before turning his head to look at her.

Mouth agape slightly as she furrowed her brows at him. He couldn't help the smile that came at her reaction, he nodded toward the ring in her hands.

"Engagement ring, is it not?" He reached for his new drink without taking his eyes off her. She stared at it for a moment before answering solemnly. "It was."

She bit her lip while turning the ring over on her finger tips, as if unsure whether or not to continue. George reminded silent, not wanting to force anything from her she wasn't comfortable with. "I caught him cheating little over a week ago."

"He's a git." He said abruptly taking a mouthful of whiskey. The girl laughed at this turning to look at him.

"You sound so sure."

"I'm certain."

"You don't even know his name"

"No, but I've got a couple for him."

She laughed loudly this time, having to look away from him to compose herself. George could have listened to that laugh all night, he was suddenly very thankful for Fred all but pushing him out of the flat earlier.

When she turned back to face him her cheeks were burning pink and she'd bit her lip slightly. He was taken by her completely. Which is stupid, he thought, because he doesn't even know her name. Shit. He doesn't know her name!

"I'm George, by the way" he reached his arm out to her.

"[Y/N]" she smiled taking his hand.

"Can I buy you a fresh drink?" He nodded toward the warm, flat beverage sat infront of her.

Hesitating slightly she stared into his eyes before nodding with a sincere smile.

They spoke for ages about Everything. Nothing. Hell anything that came up. He couldn't work out how someone could possibly have said goodbye to a girl like her. Nobody in their right mind could. He was smitten, with all of her. The way she smiled. Her laugh. They way she bit her lip when she tried not to blush. The way she played with her hair. He was oblivious to everything in that pub except her. As she was with him.

That was until the distinct sound of her favourite song peirced her ears. She hadn't taken her eyes off him for more than a second since he bought her that first drink, and there'd been a lot since then. Suddenly she was looking over at the band in the corner, smiling.

"I love this song"

He didn't know why the idea came to him, probably from the overwhelming urge to touch her he's been resisting for so long. To hold her. Kiss her. Guess this works as well...

He stood, finishing his drink in a single gulp and held his hand out for her. "Come on."

"What?"

"We're going to dance" he grinned at her.

"Oh, no. I am a terrible dancer!"

"Same, love. No excuses." He winked at her taking her hand and pulled her up.

"One second" she pulled back a step but kept her hand in his. She turned to grab her mostly full drink, chugging it and placing the empty glass back against the rest, before turning her attention back to him.

George let out a haughty laugh at the action. Her grip on his tightened as she glared playfully at him, then taking the lead walked out onto the dance floor where he twirled her around and they danced next to one another not caring about how silly their moves must have looked as neither cared they couldn't dance.

They stayed out there the rest of the night, until the band announced their last songs were coming up. Slow songs. All couples on the floor began to move together. [Y/N] glanced around nervously before her eyes trailed back up to him, he was smiling down to her. Hand outstretched. She took it willingly and he pulled her into him where he began to sway.

"And you said you couldn't dance" she joked as she noticed he'd clearly done this before. He shrugged. "May have learned a move or two at school".

As the music went on the two of them only got closer, his arms wrapped around her as she lay against his chest. George let his chin gently rest on the top of her head, eyes closed enjoying the moment. It was perfect. Until, he felt a notable sigh leave her chest. Not at all content. It was sharp and she was obviously thinking about something she rather wouldn't be. He pulled back slightly to look down at her.

"Hey...what's up?"

"Sorry." She spoke to his chest "I didn't mean t-I just..." stumbling over her words she mentally kicked herself for ruining the moment. Taking a step back as she shook her head, she let go of him. George felt cold without her. "It's not you. I just-"

"You were thinking about him."

[Y/N] looked up at him with sad, apologetic eyes.

"It's okay, [Y/N/N]" he closed the space between them and ran his hand down her shoulders to her elbows. "I understand."

"It's just...all this...the slow dancing, the feelings I have right now..."she stopped herself, staring down at her shoes.

"Hey," he moved to cup her face in his hands. Bringing her face back up to look at him. His brows were furrowed and he had such a sincere look on his face [Y/N] could have melted right there. How could someone she only just met hold so much more love in his eyes toward her than her ex-fiancè ever did? "I like you." She spoke before he could. Georges eyes widened at the words, a smile began to creep on his face. Her hands came to rest on his arms as his hands fell to hold below her jaw. "I just...I don't know how you can be looking at me like that. When you barely know me, but then I was with-" "the git." She laughed at his interruption but still dropped her head to stare at the floor sadly "When I was with, the git, for 3 years and he never..."

"Listen to me." George ducked himself, as his finger tilted her chin up to look at him, "You deserve so much better than him. I don't have a clue how a prat like him managed to wrangle a winner like you but..." his eyes were flicking frantically between hers, desperate for the right words, "whoever couldn't see the girl that I see right now wasn't looking at you, love. If I know one thing is true...if you let me, if you give me the chance. I'll never be like whoever broke your heart."

Tears were forming in her eyes. Biting her lip as a smile began to form. She nodded slowly. Then quickly as she threw an arm over his shoulder and around his neck to pull him into a kiss, followed swiftly by the other. His hands fell to her waist. They felt perfect together. [Y/N] couldn't believe she'd nearly married some cheating git, when there was a man like this out there. A man so full of love, and compassion and pure joy he could light a dark room with nothing but his smile.

As the song that was playing slowly faded to an end the two finally parted lips, smiles so giddy they felt like Second Years again. She fell back into his chest as her arms came down to wrap around him, eyes closed listening to the sound of his heart beat and breathing as the bands last song began to play.

"I kinda wanna thank him." George spoke. She looked up at him, mouth slightly agape, brows furrowed, utterly confused. He couldnt help but chuckle at the look she was giving him. "Well, if he didn't do what he did, you'd never have ended up here in my arms." He smirked causing [Y/N] to roll her eyes before pulling herself back into him. "That's so cheesey" he felt her laughter quiver through his chest. He kissed the top of her head. "Get used to it"

[thiswreckageivebecome]

The Winter Soldier is Still Here (Part 27- “Still A Victim?”) (Bucky/Winter Soldier x Fem!reader)

Word Count: 5185

Warnings: Language, violence, emotional trauma

Author’s Note: This one was a bit of an emotional rollercoaster for me and it literally brought tension to my mind and body, so maybe try and prepare yourself? Or it may just do that for me, who knows? Either way, I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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BUCKY POV

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"What has he taken from you?" I ventured asking T'Challa after an extended period of silence, my eyes still on (Y/n). He acted as though he didn't want to answer and I could see the pain he held.

"It's a long story."

"Well, I don't recall Africa being that close to D.C. so I'd think we'd have some time. But hey, if you don't want to ta-"

"My father and the love of my life. He is responsible for their deaths. He is the reason I now hold the mantle of king."

"I'm sorry to hear that. How did it happen?" T'Challa took a visible deep breath before continuing.

"He has been working with a man named Klaue. You see, in Wakanda we hold a very precious element and there are multitudes of it. Many in the world search after it. It's called Vibranium."

"Isn't that what Steve's sh-" I began to ask and he nodded.

"Captain America's shield, yes. Your arm, also. It's a powerful element as you well know. Its power can be harnessed for many purposes and used in a large number of ways. Some, like Klaue and Charscovsky, want to steal it to use it for weapons that will only bring more harm to the world than there already is. As you can imagine, we don't want this and are attempting to defend it in the best ways we know how."

"I'm sorry for your losses."

"Thank you, Mr. Barnes. When the explosion first occurred, I couldn't even comprehend what was happening. One of my sister's labs contained a new experiment that would not only strengthen the vibranium but turn it into a transparent liquid, as well as giving it the opportunity to turn it into a gaseous form. My sister was working on this so that they could be utilized for medicinal and manufacturing purposes, however, Klaue and HYDRA want it to make new weapons."

"That sounds like HYDRA," I looked over at (Y/n). She was still unconscious but she seemed as though she was resting. I recalled what my resting was like while in Cryostasis, though, and that thought almost dropped me to my knees, thinking of what could be going through (Y/n)'s mind. I placed my hand on the wall of the aircraft for support. T'Challa noticed.

"She's the love of your life, yes?" I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Yes, yes I think she is."

READER POV

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Flashes of memories that weren't my own blazed across my mind. I felt cold but I could not awaken. I felt as though there was a transparent, yet impenetrable cloud covering my entire body as I lay and watch as if it was the projection screen of someone else's life. I watched as people were murdered in the most horrid of ways. I watched, I attempted to scream but no sound escaped my throat. I saw police cars and ambulances blow by as I, or who ever's eyes I was viewing this through, sat in wait and patience, and I could feel pleasure, while conflicted, flood my veins. I could feel success but there was something else scratching at that success. It felt like regret, disgusting regret, and sorrow. I could see myself move from the window and across the bare room of what seemed an empty apartment in order to get a better view. I could see medical services and camera crews, running after the Continental. I could feel the smile spread across my lips and the threatening regret bubbling inside attempting to pull those lips down. 

The scene changed. I saw flashes of a man one who seemed a friend, one who seemed to be by my side. He smiled over at me, grabbed me on the shoulder encouragingly. This man had strong cheekbones and medium bronze brown hair. His jaw tightened in a flash and his eyes grew vile and all signs of life left them. The surrounding light flickered off and when the light resumed, I watched as he was tossed into a vertical tube and he went under Cryostasis. I felt someone grab the back of my arm and guide me to my own tube. Everything went black.

I sat in darkness for what seemed an eternity. I attempted to scream. I couldn't see where I was but I felt as though I was in a coffin. I attempted to scream, to kick, to fight my way out of the darkness but it was as if none of my efforts were making any difference. I couldn't sleep. Adrenaline pulsed through my system at lightning speeds and while my efforts seemingly did nothing, I could feel the strength of my own hands, arms, and legs reinforcing and growing stronger throughout the fight. 

Out of nowhere came a burst of light and I found myself standing under a lampost. I felt a similar conflict but this time, it was anxiety and determination. I was waiting for someone, someone I would do irreparable harm to, but I couldn't recall who or why; I suppose because these weren't my own memories, but someone else's, and I couldn't figure out who just yet. I began to walk forward, at a gradual pace so that I could take in the sight of the bar, yet walk by undetected. I saw him and he appeared familiar yet sick. I continued to walk forward once he was in my sights. I positioned myself just inside the opening of the dark alley so that I could be hidden yet I could see. I waited and the tension inside my chest continued to build. As I waited, the street was quiet, all but the few drunken strangers leaving the bar and the addicts doing business. Those who were lucky enough to stay off drugs while on the street steered clear of places like this, I practically heard this person say in their mind, so I won't have to worry about sober witnesses. The man I was waiting for stumbled out of the bar. I stepped out of the darkness by only a few inches so that my identity would remain unknown to my incognizant victim. I heard myself say: 

"Hey, Jack."

The man turned, apparently whose name was Jack. Across his face were surprise and just a hint of recognition before he collapsed from the bullet wound I put in his chest. I felt the pain in my own chest as I opened Jack's vehicle trunk and stuffed his body inside. I got in the vehicle and drove off before, yet again, everything went black.

I laid there in the opaque nothing-ness. I felt tears stream down my cheeks. That Jack was the same man who had appeared in the prior vision. I may not have the memories to connect every dot, but I could feel the connection in the very depths of my soul that this man, this Jack person, had been a friend, a confidante, someone whom I had been proud of, someone who was like a kid brother to me. I saw the bleakness in his eyes that mirrored my own pain and self-destruction, whoever's eyes I was seeing through. I saw the desolation in his pupils as he exited that bar and I knew we had suffered similar demons, both in our imagination and out in the world. As I felt a sob crawling its way out of my chest, an explosion of black smoke, orange sparks, and flying debris dashed across my eyes and threw shadows across my face. 

After the smoke cleared, I, myself, not the memories of the person I was watching, I saw someone standing in front of me with blood across their face, as well as blood stains from bullet wounds I could sense this person's memories I was watching had inflicted. I recognized the person immediately. Steve, Steve was standing in front of me, in front of this person, and with the sorrow in Steve's eyes, I knew immediately whose memories I had been living: Bucky's. My sweet Bucky, I was watching the deeds that haunted him. My vision jumped as did my body. I heard Bucky, myself seemingly, say "You're my mission," and I could feel the tension inside his chest, in my own, grow until I thought my own chest would erupt and gush forth the tearing and contradicting emotions filling it. I could feel the pressure of the metal hitting skin, cheekbone, and skull. I could feel splatters of blood hitting my face as I raised my arm multiple times until I felt something stop me and I heard Steve's words. 

"Then finish it. 'Cause I'm with you 'til the end of the line." 

Traversing across my vision there were scenes of Steve and I walking up steps and I could feel the anguish in Bucky's chest, unsure how exactly to help Steve in whatever was going on. Then I figured from the discussion that it must have been when Steve's mom passed and he had no one left. I came back to the present with Bucky. I could sense the recognition set in. Bucky finally knew him. He knew his best friend, Steven Rogers.

BUCKY POV

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I could sense an immediate halt in conversation and for it, I was grateful. I walked to the other end of the aircraft and sat beside the table (Y/n) lay upon. I watched her for a few moments until I knew the tears would overflow and be seen by watchful eyes. I chose instead to drop my head and let the tears fall to the floor. 

"Shit," I thought. " Now I'll have to wipe them up somehow or someone could fall. (Y/n) could fall if something happened and she awoke before we exited the aircraft. I attempted to wipe my eyes as I brushed back my hair, lifting my head. I decided what I would do would be to sit on the floor of the craft in hopes that no one would realize why and they'd only think I was slightly odder than they originally thought. 

I began to shift to the floor but just as I was about to sit and slide over the petite puddle it seemed to disappear. What kind of place were these people from? I returned to where I had been sitting and it wasn't long before I heard Okoye announce:

"We're here."

I saw a holographic shield open that wouldn't be seen by the naked eye and soon enough we were landing inside a mountain.  It reminded me just slightly of the way Hydra had hidden within the mountains in the Alps. I pushed the thought from my mind quickly. These people had done nothing but help me, help us, thus far. I would remain observant, but I would not object to their assistance for (Y/n)'s sake. When we landed and the door opened, a young woman approached us in white garb that looked like a youthful twist on a doctor's coat and uniform.

"Mr. Barnes," it is a pleasure to meet you. She stretched forth her hand in a friendly notion. I took it and shook lightly. Her petite frame appeared fragile.

"This is my sister, Shuri," T'Challa introduced her. "She is the one who will be assisting in the process of reversing what both you and (Y/n) are the victim of."

"But (Y/n), first," I couldn't help but interrupt, my breathing accelerating to a pace it hadn't reached in quite some time, teeming with worry and anxiety. "I don't care about me, but she has to be better. She didn't deserve this. She has-" T'Challa placed a light hand on my shoulder to halt my words.

"Yes, we'll do all that we can for her, Mr. Barnes. You have my word. We will help her."

Once they saw that I was calming down again, Shuri turned to Okoye. 

"Will you escort Mr. Charscovsky to the prisoner's quarters? However, before you do," she pulled a syringe out of the beads on her wrist while speaking to Okoye, "he will need another dose of this unless you're wanting to question him now, brother?" T'Challa shook his head no.

"We will help Ms. (Y/L/n) first. Go ahead and dose him."

"Where did that come from?" I asked, jarred from the technology, something that seemed more like magic, that was being operated before my very eyes. Shuri ignored my question and stuck the syringe in Charscovsky before turning to T'Challa and myself and telling us to follow her. She led the way down the corridor to wherever the next step awaited in this mission I was on to save the woman I loved. I tried not to think of how she would probably never be mine again after this, but I would forever love her and do everything in my power to save her from this hell I had inadvertently put her in.

READER POV

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Everything faded to black. I felt the remorse in my own chest and I began screaming for Bucky, not for him to rescue me, but for his pain. I never had any true clue as to what he had gone through. These glimpses into parts of his past affected me more than any concept I thought I had previously had of him. After some time of screaming for him, screaming "NO!" BUCKY! NO!" I realized that I could hear my screams. They were no longer silent. I didn't know what had changed. Everything was still pitch black, but I could scream and that made me stop in my tracks, puzzled. I began to listen to the silence and somewhere I heard the faintest of voices, and a voice that I didn't recognize said: 

"She's waking up. We need to dose her again."

"No, not again, no," I thought, every nerve in my body shaking in fear and I attempted to push myself out of the darkness.

"No, hold her down. I've got to get the syringe in the other arm, where the previous wound is not," I heard a female voice. I felt cold metal on my arm and across my chest. The opaque blackness was shifting to just the darkest shade of gray and I could feel myself progressively breaking through the dark and back into the world. I couldn't let them keep doing this to me. I had to get to Bucky. I had to hold him, apologize to him for never fully realizing. I didn't care how much my body burned. I didn't care how painful it was to move or how far I had to go to get back to him. I had to. I felt the pinch of the needle enter my arm and before I could fight it, everything went black again. My voice was lost and my body went numb. My mind was the only thing left awake. Just as the last grey spot in the cloud exited I heard a sob and somewhere within my bones, I knew it was Bucky's and once again the tears flowed freely. 

After some time, I thought my mind had fallen asleep. Yet, once again, I began to see memories and they weren't my own...but I saw myself in them. I saw plums and I saw myself chowing down on a snack. I approached myself and I realized something: this was the day Bucky and I met. This was one of his memories? All of the memories I had witnessed thus far had been horrid. What did that mean for this one?

I saw myself quickly become flustered and embarrassed by Bucky sneaking up on me. I heard myself tell him he'd have to teach me his ways...and then I heard his thoughts:

My ways? My ways are callously learned. My ways were learned through torture. My ways come through atrocious lessons and from detestable people if one could even call them that. They made me into this abhorrent monstrosity called the Winter Soldier. My ways were learned through memory loss, leaving me unable to even remember the closest thing to a brother I've ever had.

This must have been why his face had turned to stone at that moment. Things I had witnessed, and things I had not, as I had been traveling through his memories flashed quickly through my mind. I heard his screams of anguish and pain. I heard the bullet rounds, I heard the stabs into flesh. I began to come to even more of a realization how his mind worked and it broke everything within me.

"Why isn't she afraid?" I heard his mind say.

He wanted me to be afraid? Expected me to be afraid? Why? Well, knowing what I knew now, seeing what he had gone through, some of the things he had done while under the control of HYDRA, I suppose I can see now why he'd expect that. However much like when we first met, instead of fear, compassion, and sorrow were the only emotions produced within me and now realizing more in-depth his suffering, those feelings only grew in magnitude. Somehow it was as if the memory began to whiz away with wind that passed my eyes and next it was night and there were strings of lights everywhere: flashing lights, solid lights, white lights, multi-colored lights, and the sounds of whirring machines, kids shouts, and the smell of funnel cakes filled my mind. It was the carnival; our first non-date, date.

I watched myself argue with Bucky about going on the Ferris wheel. I heard him calling me doll and saw myself blush. I also could feel the anxiety growing in Bucky's bones as he realized what he said. I could practically feel the nerves kick in and the butterflies attack his stomach. I could sense Bucky's hesitation about sitting so close to me on the ride with his left arm brushing against my own. I felt him attempt to keep it close to his body so that it wouldn't touch me, but when the cart jerked to a stop, I felt his breath all but halt when he realized I had grabbed his hand. I felt the conflict and tension in his chest as he thought about my willingness to hold his hand, the murder weapon he hated so much, and then the weightlessness that came with accepting the kindness he was receiving and his choosing to live in the moment. I felt the rare joy that enveloped him as he listened to my stories, eyeing me carefully, and attempting to hold in laughter at my irrational fears. 

Everything glinted again and I could feel hot anger in my chest, Bucky's chest as Steve stepped to him.

"Buck, what the hell was that?" Bucky attempted to deny everything, pretend there was nothing between us but Steve wouldn't let it go. "Why are you pushing her away?"

"Why am I pushing her away? Why am I pushing her away?" I heard Bucky say as he stalked away from Steve angrily before turning back to him at a threatening speed. "I could never forgive myself if I hurt her. That's why! You know as well as anyone else that I can't forgive myself for a lot of things, but dammit, none of that would come close to how much I'd hate myself if I ever hurt her. She's this amazing, happy, and considerate person. She deserves someone who isn't half-crazy, bipolar, oh, and I don't know, someone who doesn't have a murder weapon attached to them, Steve!"

The environment changed again and I was in The Muse, well Bucky was. Maggie was standing in front of him, and Rebecca sat in front of him on the table. 

"Can you just do me a favor?" Maggie asked. "Please don't hurt her. She is one of the kindest people I have ever known, not to mention she is probably one of the hardest working people I've ever had to work for me. She deserves the happiness I saw on her face today.  She deserves someone who will treat her well.  She doesn't need to be hurt in any way by anyone. Please don't be one of those people who will inevitably hurt her." I immediately perceived the pain growing inside him, the indecision, the conflict. I was beginning to think that there wasn't a day that ever came to pass that he didn't feel internal conflict. I was beginning to think it was officially a part of him that he would never be rid of. I felt him take a deep breath and then respond with a simple answer:

"Not hurting her is what I care most about." He sat at the table a moment until Maggie retreated to the back and he bolted out the door. I could feel hot tears stinging his eyes and spilling over onto his cheeks as he ran throughout the Wyndhurst district. He ran out the side of the shop and quickly crossed over onto Goldenrod Place before changing course and turning left on Margate. He continued to run. I felt the books, memory journals, Rebecca, To Kill A Mockingbird, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children, Kindred, and a couple of other books he had bought at the local bookstore after my recommending them before, bouncing around violently in the book bag he carried on his back. He looked for an open spot when he reached the end of Margate so he ran across Northwynd Circle and it brought him back by Wyndhurst Villas and before he knew it, he reached trees and nothing but. He ran forward in them a while, finding himself stepping into the outfield of a baseball diamond. He took a right onto the gravel path and slowed to a walk, mind racing. I sensed the anxiety within him grow by the second.

"What the hell am I supposed to do," he shouted at no one but the frigid night air surrounding him. He walked the path slowly, deep in thought, conflicting thought,  trying to weigh out the pros and cons of the two decisions he could make. 

"I could leave. She'd be okay. Sure, she would be sad for a bit, but she would be better off without me.  Sure, she isn't guaranteed to always be safe because that isn't real life but at least there wouldn't be any harm that would come to her by my hand or the Winter Soldiers. She'll realize that she's better off without me and the constant questioning of my stability and identity," I heard him say to himself.

"Or...I could stay. I could love her with everything I am and everything I have, more than I already do. I could stay and try to find some semblance of happiness with her. We could go out to the farm and I could help her pick on the weekends, we could spend our weekends at The Muse, sipping coffee, and discussing literature. I could encourage her as she sits up for hours on end studying and writing for her education," he continued. Then I heard Maggie's request reverberate in his mind over and over and over again.

"Please don't hurt her."

He took the path through the trees, coming into people's backyards, attempting to get back to his vehicle. He took Beverly Hills circle and once again came to trees, but he recognized the villas he had passed and walked through the wooded area. He retraced his steps. Once he reached his Jeep, he hopped in and shut the door with a force I was surprised didn't break the window out of it. I watched through his eyes as trees, storefronts, gas stations, and closed, run-down bars flew by. I watched as he merged onto Lynchburg Expressway and the trees and exits flew by. He surely was speeding and I wanted to shout at him to slow down. It didn't matter to me that this was in the past. I would always be concerned for his safety. He got off the exit for downtown. He was headed to Midpoint I realized. I watched as he pulled into the parking lot and parked but didn't head into the apartments as I thought he would. Instead, he started walking the opposite way and back down Jefferson. He surprised me by choosing to walk into Bootleggers. It was as if he wasn't even thinking about what he was doing or where he was going. His mind seemed blank. He sat down at the bar and ordered beer, after beer, after beer, knowing good and well his alcohol tolerance was off the charts. After about ten beers, he switched to whiskey. I could see the bartender's confusion, not seeing the alcohol have any effect on Bucky. After serving him three whiskeys neat, he finally listened to his thoughts. 

"Man, I have to cut you off. I'm sorry. You're way past the legal limit."

I could feel the heat and fury rising within Bucky. I felt it so strongly, I questioned for a moment whether it was my own anger, but I had no reason to be angry, therefore, I knew it was his alone. I felt the body I was trapped in stand. I felt as the arm took the bartender by the collar.

"You're cutting me off," flashing the vibranium arm so the bartender would know just who he was. The bartender's fear resonated with Bucky and he let him go harshly. 

"Fine." He spat. "Give me those bottles of Tequila, and I don't mean the cheap shit either. Give me that top-shelf stuff." The bartender viewed him incredulously.

"Sir," he stuttered almost in a whisper, "I can't sell them to you." Bucky dropped his voice low and lethally responded in the calmest manner imaginable, stepping in close so that the bartender wouldn't miss a word.

"If you value your life and every life in this bar, you will sell me those bottles now. I've killed many more for much less." The bartender did as he was ordered. Bucky nodded with a malicious grin. "Thank you," and he walked out of the bar. I watched the bottle be uncapped in whatever way Bucky saw fit and lifted forcefully to his lips. I felt the burning in his throat with each long drink. Before he had reached the apartment, he had chugged three bottles and still had four bottles remaining. He climbed the stairs and it seemed with every two or three flights he had another bottle downed. I watched as he unlocked his apartment door. I had to watch as he sat the bottles on the kitchen counter and went to his room, trashing it, and then returning back for the alcohol. I watched as he opened another bottle and sat down on the couch and then I heard a knock at the door.

I watched and when he opened the door, I took in the look of fear and horror on my face that I quickly attempted to hide. I had failed miserably and I could sense Bucky had seen and recognized it as well. I felt him turn, ignoring my words and returning to the alcohol. The whole scene flashed by and I only got glimpses of the event. Apparently, the alcohol eventually did affect him but as I watched myself grab for his wrist, I physically experienced the change Bucky had from the Bucky I knew to the Winter Soldier. Everything human shut down. Everything went cold, went blank, there was no emotion, no feeling, no conscious, nothing but the process of doing harm. I saw him grip me and toss me to the floor. The anger erupted as the sound of Steve's call came across the icy environment, but there was still just barely a part of Bucky still there because he recognized what was happening, but I knew he wouldn't win out. The Winter Soldier would. I watched as I attempted to stand. I felt the sparks from the wall socket hit my skin and burn the hairs there as I pulled the tv from the stand, and threw it. I felt the volcano inside explode at the words: 

"Bucky, please..."

Then just like that, I was in the Winter Soldier's mind and the Winter Soldier alone. Bucky had been ultimately smudged out. I watched and I saw the hair pulling the scalp up as he had grabbed me and began to throw me against the wall. I watched as my head had met the wall with such force that I was immediately unconscious. I watched as we continued to tear the apartment down, destroying everything in our path. The next thing I felt was a pinch in my neck and everything went black.

BUCKY POV

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They kept her under for a while but all I wanted them to do was wake her because I was frightened by what she was dealing with in her sleep. I always suffered the worst nightmares, reliving all the terrible things I had done in my life, over, and over, and over. When Tony came into the picture, with his treatments, those nightmares were sometimes broken up by the happy time I had experienced with (Y/n), but not often. 

"Mr. Barnes," T'Challa quietly approached.

"Just call me Bucky," I replied. 

"Okay, Bucky. Look, we're going to keep her under for a little while longer while Shuri finishes up a concoction to help her. However, she'd like to start working with you."

"No. I appreciate it, but no. I want to make sure (Y/n) is okay first." T'Challa remained silent for a moment, debating his next words carefully.

"Mr...Bucky, you're not doing her any good sitting here stressing for her. We will do everything we can for her, I promise. If you're not going to accept any treatment at this time, at least please retreat to one of the prepared rooms we have for you and get some rest. Sitting here and torturing yourself helps no one. I promise that we will bring you to her as soon as there is a development." He sensed I was going to object once again. "My sister would like to return here and work some in the meantime but she doesn't let outsiders be present. She doesn't even allow me when she is working like this." He attempted humor to lighten the moment. I could sense myself giving in, mainly because I didn't want to inconvenience them after they were attempting to help her. I took a deep breath, stood, and walked to her. I leaned down, placing the lightest kiss I could to each eyelid before pulling the back of her hand gingerly to my lips. 

"I'll be right back. I'm here (Y/n). I'll leave whenever you want, but for now, I'm here and I love you. I'll be right back," I whispered to her. I returned to my full height, turning and finally facing T'Challa with bloodshot eyes. "Lead the way."

[youngprofesser]

"First Impressions: Mace Windu has the Best Intentions but Needs Help Expressing Them."

The beginning of this scene is the same as the first one I wrote, but it deviates to follow the selected narrative.

"Padawan." Depa calls from where she's sitting on the only couch in their new quarters. "Master Windu will be here soon."

There's a rustle and Caleb is out of his room in an instant, the spark of glee that he had felt from being called "padawan" quickly turning into nerves at the quickly approaching matter of meeting his Grandmaster, former Master of the Order(!) Windu. "Yes, Master?"

"Yes, Caleb." Depa responds, amused by his earnesty. "I'd give it about one minute before he opens the door."

Her padawan-of-exactly-one-day's eyes widen, and he frantically pats at his hair with his fingers and pulls on the edges of his tunic.

"Relax, Caleb." His master says somewhat tiredly, putting down her datapad and stretching her legs out in front of her, pointing one foot at a cushioned stool across from her. "Come sit down, there is nothing formal about this."

Caleb obediently shuffles over to the stool and sits, casting nervous glances at the door, his force sense nervously poking about it as if he wants to stretch out and check the hall for other presences but is too scared. "But- It is Master Windu. We learned about him studying the most influential Jedi in the History of the Order! And-"

"And he is your grandmaster." Depa interrupts him gently, then adds with some amusement. "Set your expectations aside. I think you will find Mace Windu a very different person than you think he is."

Caleb tilts his head, opening his mouth but before he can ask what she means the door opens and he shuts it abruptly, head whipping around to watch Mace Windu walk into his and his master's new quarters. The man is a legend even among Jedi, with a presence as deep and solid as a mountain that Caleb has never felt so close before. Now that he has, he can't help but stare as Master Windu turns around to close the door and just stands there for a moment with back to the room, tall and imposing.

He takes off his outer robe, and without it he just looks even more intimidating to Caleb when he turns around. His eyes flicker over the child to meet his former padawan's gaze with a nod.

"Mace." Depa smiles, moving her datapad off of the seat next to her. "It's good to see you back safely. Come sit down."

"Thank you." Master Windu rumbles, and steps around Caleb to take the offered seat. Even after he sits he keeps perfect posture, despite the fact that the woman next to him is well relaxed. "I trust that you are well?"

"I am." Depa responds, still a small, gentle smile on her lips as she gestures with one hand to Caleb. "My padawan here has been anxious to meet you."

Mace Windu turns his gaze onto Caleb, and to the boy it feels like he's being examined, picked apart piece by piece by the intensity of the Master's full attention.

"Padawan Dume, I'm pleased to meet you."

"H- Hello, Master Windu." Caleb manages, his voice cracking on the first syllable. Out of the corner of his eye he sees his master shake her head and feels a spike of panic that he's failed some test. But no, she's turning to Master Windu and placing a hand on his arm.

"Mace, you're scaring him."

As suddenly as the piercing gaze landed on Caleb it shifts away. Unlike the padawan, Depa meets it easily, narrowing her own eyes in slight warning.

"I told Caleb just before you arrived that he could relax, that this was not a formal affair." She says lightly, throwing a quick smile of reassurance at her padawan. "And now you're making a liar out of me."

She squeezes Mace's wrist, and something passes between them that Caleb can't quite decipher, but whatever it is it has an effect on Master Windu, because when he turns back to Caleb his face is more relaxed.

"I apologize, young one. I- I'm sorry. Allow me to try that again." The master extends his hand, low with his palm up, and it reminds Caleb of the way that his Creche Master would have them touch for their group meditations. The man in front of him is nothing like Caleb's old Creche Master, but he knows what the Master is offering and, encouraged by his own Master's nod, he reaches back.

Master Windu's fingers are rough, but once Caleb settles his fingers on top of the larger ones he can feel the warmth and the strength in those hands. It's still intimidating, but at the same time grounding enough that the padawan closes his eyes easily to focus his awareness in the force. Mace Windu feels like a sun-warmed slab of rock to Caleb. Large and strong and steady, somewhere he would go to rest against when he was tired and feel safe.

Caleb opens his eyes to see his Master beaming. He looks at Master Mace and he's not quite smiling, but his shoulders have rounded and there's a slight pressure against the padawan's mind, like a thumb brushed across his cheek, before the master pulls his hand back.

"Welcome to the lineage, Caleb Dume." Mace says. Caleb smiles brightly, his eyes lighting up.

"Thank you, Master! May I ask you a question?"

Depa snorts, attempting to cover it with a cough. Mace turns his head and raises an eyebrow at her, but she just tilts her head at the boy, her eyes sparkling in amusement.

"Yes, Padawan Dume." Mace flexes his fingers, then folds his hands loosely on his lap. "You may."

"When you named your fighting form, did you really have to fight the creature- the Vaapad, to claim the name?"

Depa laughs aloud. Mace stares, trying to process where and how that question came into being. His face must have defaulted into solemnity again, because Caleb looks at him and begins to shrink back. Mace shakes his head, letting himself feel the humor of the situation and making it leak into his expression.

"I did not have to fight anybody or anything for the name "Vaapad." However, the form did get that name because I fought a Vaapad."

"Really?" Any remaining nervousness seems to leave Caleb once Mace responds, replaced by childlike excitement and curiosity.

"Yes. The story goes like this…"

I am constantly stuck between the narratives that

"Mace Windu is naturally very serious and relies on his friends/family to help him to open up and relax."

Or

"Mace Windu is actually a huge softy and only acts serious because he needs to be for his job. In private he's basically a big teddy bear."

Both are very good

Not to mention directly appeal to two sides of my own nature, but I'm not going to try and psychoanalyse myself this was supposed to be a Windu post anyway that's the tea bye.