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Barnes looked at him briefly at that point, before re-focusing in the middle distance again. Tony began to associate that with Barnes reporting-mode. “Objective 1: Prevent legal authorities from gaining knowledge of the identity, whereabouts and actions of the Asset. Objective 2: Do not cause further harm to Howard and Maria Stark. Objective 3: Locate a telephone and call 9-1-1 and report car crash caused by Asset’s previous mission. Objective 4: Destroy all other evidence of Asset’s previous mission. Objective 5: Prevent previous handlers from tracking, obtaining or locating Asset. Objective 6: Retrieve all possible data on Winter Soldier Program. Objective 7: Locate new handler when the Handler is isolated and the interaction will go unnoticed.”
Tony’s eyes grew wider as the Asset recited these objectives in a perfectly steady, blank voice. “I said all that? With a concussion? Oh, eat! You look terrible. I think you took a few liberties with my instructions.”
Barnes paused after a bite and obediently parroted back a conversation Tony didn’t remember that well. “ ‘Cover your tracks with the authorities, don’t hurt my parents, call 911 for the crash, destroy all other evidence. Make sure your handlers won’t come after you and bring all data you can about your program. Find me when you are done and we are both alone and no one will notice you.’”
Although the entire thing was in his gravely voice, he’d used inflections he must remember from Tony over a year ago. Tony had to admit it did sound a bit like him, even with a concussion.
From Never Doubt (part 1 of the Way leads onto Way series) chapter 8, I took the One Less Traveled By
Author: FawnoftheWoods
My Super Quick Summary-
Tony Stark is sent back into the past and realizes he can save his parents. Complications arise. Chief among them, he seems to be stuck in the past. More immediate problem, he is now in control of the Winter Soldier.
Tony and James fumble their way towards deprogramming.
Lovely Found Family fic.
Eventually WinterIron but there is no hint of that for several stories, so if that isn't your thing, you still might want to give it a try.
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Y/N stood between Tony and Bucky as the latter was scaling the metal rails towards an escape hatch on the very top of the HYDRA Siberian Facility. Y/N watched as Tony activated his jet boots. Hovering a few feet off the ground as he prepared to give chase to Bucky.
"It wasn't his fault, Tony. It was HYDRA. They had control of his mind." Y/N protested.
"Move!" Tony answered back.
He took off, flying past Y/N, but the younger male grabbed him by the ankle and smashed his left boot jet with his strength. Tony staggered before he landed as F.R.I.D.A.Y. told him his fly systems had been compromised.
Tony raised a repulsor at him. "Stay out of this, Y/N. Final warning."
"I won't let you hurt him, Tony." Y/N said, then charged.
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Dinner for four (4)
Summary: You, your husband, and little Bucky eat together to celebrate something special.
Pairing: AU!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Warnings: fluff, pregnant reader, daddy Bucky
Catch up here: Dinner for three
Dinner for … masterlist
“Daddy, tell me again how you met Mommy,” your son tugs at his father’s sleeve. “DADDY! DADDY!” James Buchanan Jr. is a little whirlwind. The spit-image of you and Bucky. Of course, the little boy got his father’s cocky attitude and smirk.
“Bucky Jr., don’t annoy your daddy. He just came home and invited us for dinner. Isn’t he a great daddy?” You tut and run your hand over your son’s head. He excitedly jumps up and down and grins at his father.
“Daddy? Can I have ice cream too?” Your son pouts and sniffles. “Please, daddy.”
“You’ll ask your mommy,” Bucky crouches down to ruffle his son’s hair. “She’s the boss, you know.”
“Mommy is the boss,” your son nods and turns around to give you an even cuter pout. “Mommy, can I have ice cream?”
“If you are a good boy and eat your dinner first, you’ll get ice cream,” you peck his hair. “Daddy can have some too.”
“What about you and little sis?” Your son turns around to place his tiny hands on your grown belly. He gasps and looks up at you like you are a wonder. “Baby sister kicked my hands.”
“She knows you are her big brother and wants your attention.” You smile at your son. He’s eager to meet his little sister and loves to rub your belly whenever he gets the chance to do so.
“YEAH!” He gasps and covers his mouth with his tiny hands. “I’m going to be the best big brother.”
“We know you’ll be the best big brother,” Bucky softly speaks to your son. “I’m proud of you, son.”
“Your table is ready,” you smile at the hostess. “I assume you’ll take the usual.”
Bucky picks your son up to carry him toward the table. He helps him to sit next to you before pulling the chair for you. “You look beautiful tonight, doll,” Bucky whispers in your ear. He kisses your cheek and runs his hand over your belly.
“You don’t look too bad yourself, Mr. Barnes,” you watch Bucky sit on the table. He looks at the only empty seat next to him, already imagining watching his daughter enjoy the food at your favorite restaurant.
“I’m wearing my best suit for you, Mrs. Barnes,” he winks at you and smirks. “If you play your cards right tonight, I’ll give you belly rubs and a nice foot massage.”
“If you play your cards right, I’ll allow you to do more than rub my belly,” you snicker when his cheeks turn pink. “After he put little Bucky to sleep, of course.”
“Mommy, can I rub your belly too?” Your son hopefully looks at your belly. “I bet I can make her kick me again!”
“Later, bud,” Bucky says. “We will eat first, okay. Your mommy and sister are hungry. We need to take good care of mommy. She’s having your sister. Remember?”
Your son nods eagerly. He clasps his hands together, forming a plan to help you cook tomorrow. You’re eight months pregnant and are thankful for any help.
“What do you want to eat, Bucky Jr.?” You run your hand over your son’s head. “You can order anything you want. Daddy pays.”
“Daddy pays,” your son grins. “For my ice cream too!”
“He’s his mother’s son,” Bucky fake-sighs. He knows that your son holds your heart, just like Bucky.
“No, he’s his father’s son,” you shoot back. “Like father, like son.”
Bucky grins from ear to ear. He loves hearing that his son is as cocky and lovable as he is. “You can never have enough Bucky in this world.”
“I second that,” you wink at your husband. “Who else would’ve invited a lonely woman and her teddy bear to eat with him? Only a hero in an expensive suit.”
“Daddy, do you love mommy?” Your son suddenly asks. He looks a little emotional, and you immediately worry about him.
“Baby boy, I love your mommy so much I’d do anything for her,” Bucky is quick to reply. “Why do you ask, bud?”
“My friend said that his daddy doesn’t love his mommy anymore,” your son sniffles now. “That made me sad. I don’t want you to leave Mommy.”
“I’d never leave your mommy,” your husband gets up to crouch down next to your son. “See, your mommy is having your baby sister because I love her so much. And I love you too, bud.”
“Okay,” your son nods. “I love Mommy too, and you.”
Bucky wraps his arms around your son and pats his back. “I love you too, bud. So, so much. You’re my baby boy.”
You sniffle and try to hold back the tears. Watching your husband and son together makes your heart swell. “Imagine, soon we are having dinner for four, Bucky.”
“I can hardly wait…”
Part 5
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