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emerysaks · 3 years ago

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From the Beginning

This is a one-shot for the Agent Carter Bingo challenge, but I had so much fun with it. I particularly like how Angie explains the things she's done to win her mystery woman's attention while said woman is oblivious.

Thanks to @likea-black-widow-baby for the insightful comments and edits.

From the Beginning

"One vanilla sweet cream cold brew, light ice, light cream for the beautiful Englishwoman from Patriot Hall," Angie announced as she waltzed through the dormitory door. She deposited the drink and a laundry bag by Peggy's phone. "Also, I grabbed your laundry from downstairs. There were a few weirdos by the dryer, and I didn't want them to take your undies."

Peggy took a long drink. "You're too kind,” she said. ”Also, I adore you for this." She held up the coffee and smiled.

"How about adoring me some more and going to a movie with me later tonight?"

Peggy peered over her laptop at Angie sprawled across her bed. "While that sounds lovely, I can't tonight. I'm studying."

"You're always studying."

"Yes," Peggy agreed. "If I want to get into the Master's program, I have to."

Angie wrinkled her nose in frustration. "You were a lot more fun our freshman year, English."

"Was I?"

"Yes. You were."

Peggy shrugged and reached for her coffee. "I guess I've become more focused since then."

"You've become more boring," Angie groaned. "It's Saturday night, grandma. Who studies on a Saturday night?" She tossed a pillow at Peggy's head.

Peggy caught it, eyes still on her screen. "I thought we'd established that I do." She dropped it to the floor and looked pointedly at Angie. "Why don't you call Gloria or Carol? I'm sure they'd love to go out tonight."

"They're on a double date with Jack and Daniel."

Peggy frowned. "Jack Thompson? Seriously?"

Angie grinned. "I know! That's what I said! To each their own, I guess."

"Well, what about Laura? The ‘cute’ one. Haven't you two gone out a few times?"

Angie shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah, we did."

"And?"

"It was nice, but there was no… spark."

"No spark?"

Angie waved her hand. "No spark. No chemistry. Call it whatever you want. It wasn't there."

Peggy closed her laptop lid and sighed. "Angie."

"What's wrong with wanting a few fireworks?" she asked defensively.

"Nothing," Peggy admitted. She pulled off her blue light glasses and set them on the desk. "But you've managed to find something wrong with the last four girls you've dated. Laura has no spark. Meredith was too tall. Rachel was too clingy."

Angie crossed her arms and glared at Peggy. "Those are all valid reasons."

"Kelsey chewed too loudly," Peggy said pointedly.

"She did!"

Peggy leaned over and patted the bed beside her. Angie stared at her for a long moment before moving across the room. She sat down with a huff and focused on the ceiling.

"All I'm saying is maybe your standards are a tad high?"

Angie released a slow breath. "You're the one who's always telling me to know my value."

Peggy smiled. "I am." She reached over and laced her fingers through Angie's. "You're my best friend. I want you to be happy."

"I am happy."

Peggy gazed at her. "Are you?"

"Mostly?"

"What does 'mostly' mean?" Peggy asked.

"I know it didn't work out with you and Steve,” Angie said, glancing down at their interlocked fingers, “But whenever I watched you two together, you seemed so… in sync. I don't know. It's like you were on the same page, and I have never felt that with anyone except one idiot who doesn't seem to know I exist in that way."

"Oh, Angie," Peggy murmured. She wrapped her arm around her friend and pulled her into a hug. "Please don't judge all your relationships by Steve and me. Yes, we were happy together. But I promise you, it wasn't all sunshine when we were together."

"Really?" Angie squeaked, her voice muffled against Peggy's shoulder.

"Really," Peggy assured her. "And if you're already found the right girl, give her time. I know she'll eventually see how wonderful and amazing you are."

"What if she's too focused or dumb to see what's standing in front of her?"

Peggy laughed. "Well, you'll have to try harder."

Angie pulled back and peered intently at her. "What do you suggest?"

Peggy nibbled her lip as she thought about it. "I know I always enjoy the small gestures. A kind word, an unexpected coffee. You know I don’t need grand gestures."

Angie looked at her incredulously. "And what if that doesn't work?"

Peggy grinned. "You picked a real winner, didn't you?"

"You have no idea," Angie responded dryly.

"Well, if none of those things work, you might have to take the direct approach."

"Just tell her what I feel and hope for the best?"

Peggy nodded.

Angie tilted her head to the side and seemed to consider her advice.

Peggy smiled. "I know it's scary, but sometimes, honesty is the best way."

"Well, everything else I've tried hasn't worked, so why not," Angie said. With a sigh, she walked over to the laundry bag by Peggy's desk and began rummaging through it.

Peggy looked at her in confusion. "Angie, what on earth are you doing?"

Angie held up a finger. "Give me a moment." When she emerged a minute later, she had a lacy red bra and matching panties in her hand.

"Angie! Put those back."

Angie walked back to stand in front of her and gave her a pointed look. "Peggy, you gorgeous dolt. I hope you enjoyed the coffee I brought you when I returned to our room with your laundry."

Peggy's eyes widened, but Angie rushed on, cheeks becoming darker.

"I was thinking maybe someday, if you're open to it, I could come home and find you waiting for me with nothing but these on."

Peggy felt her face grow warm, and she stared at Angie.

Beautiful Englishwoman.

Hot coffee.

Laundry.

My favorite English muffin.

Movie invitations.

Trips to urgent care when Peggy was sick.

Too dumb, indeed.

"I… I didn't know," Peggy finally said as all of the pieces fell into place.

A small smile tugged at the corner of Angie's lips, and she shrugged. "To be fair, I never told you. Honestly, I figured you'd pick up on it eventually. Guess not."

Peggy's thoughts were in a whirl. "How long?" she finally asked.

"I think I figured it out the night I walked in on you and Steve."

Even though that evening had been well over a year ago, embarrassment coursed through Peggy. "I still can't believe you caught us…."

Angie grimaced. "Trust me, I still feel bad about it, but there was nothing on the door, and it was unlocked."

Peggy groaned. "I know. We got carried away."

"Yeah, I'll say."

Peggy frowned. "But, I don't understand how that…."

Angie blushed. "Look, I've always thought you were gorgeous. But before I could say anything, you had your short-lived fling with Dottie-"

"Oh God, don't say her name," Peggy pleaded.

Angie smirked. "And then you met Steve, and that took off, so I figured it didn't matter anymore. And I knew I could be respectful. I thought I'd eventually meet someone."

"But that night?"

Angie took a deep breath. "Yeah. That night." She looked away for a moment, and when she gazed back at Peggy, her eyes were dark. "You moaned, asked for more, and I wanted to give it to you.”

An image of Angie between her legs flashed across Peggy's mind, and she sucked in a deep breath. Other ideas followed, and a familiar heat slowly snaked through her body. It was… unexpected. But not unwelcome.

Not at all.

Peggy replayed the last several months' events in her head and finally gave up trying to make any sense of them. She looked at Angie in confusion.

"Steve and I haven't been together for over a year."

"You haven't," Angie agreed. "But you needed time to heal. And then you buried yourself in books and schoolwork. I tried, but you never seemed interested."

Peggy recalled Angie's invitations to the movies, a hike, or a coffee. All the little compliments about how smart and beautiful she was. The gifts of pastries, teas, and coffees given late at night when she was studying. How could she have not seen them for what they really were?

"I really am oblivious," Peggy murmured.

Angie nodded in agreement. "You really are." She sat beside Peggy and laced their fingers once more. Angie's hand was warm, and the light floral scent she always wore seemed amplified. Peggy was instantly aware of how different it felt now.

"It's a good thing you're so cute," Angie smiled.

Peggy tightened her fingers around Angie's and nodded. "It's a good thing you're so persistent. Otherwise, I might never have seen what's right in front of me."

Angie grinned and leaned closer. "So… about that movie later tonight?"

"Absolutely," Peggy agreed before her mind could catch up to her heart. "I would love to go out with you."

Delight danced across Angie's face, and Peggy was pleased to know she'd caused it. There would be things to figure out, of course. Living together as roommates was decidedly different from living with someone you dated. But, Peggy found herself suddenly eager to try. She also found herself staring at Angie's lips. How had she not noticed them before?

"Angie?"

"Mmm?"

"Will I get a goodnight kiss?"

"I think I can arrange that." Angie beamed. Then she got up and left Peggy on the bed.

Peggy looked at her in confusion. "Where are you going?"

"I've got to get a few things together for this hot date I have tonight."

"Oh really," Peggy laughed.

Angie nodded. "And, you need to study."

"I don't know if I'll do much of that now."

Angie winked. "Pick you up at seven?"

Peggy rolled her eyes. "Angie, you live here."

"Nope. I'm going to knock your socks off, Peggy Carter. You deserve an amazing night out, and I will deliver."

"Seven it is."

"See you in a few hours then, gorgeous."

Angie flitted out the door and Peggy stared after her. She wasn't quite sure what she'd gotten herself into, but she was excited to find out.

She picked up the red lingerie on her floor and remembered Angie's confession. With care, she tucked them away in her top drawer and smiled. She wouldn't need these tonight, but if things went well, she would soon.

She couldn't wait.

#peggy carter #angie martinelli #peggy x angie #cartinelli #agent carter #acb2022 #agent carter bingo #college au #peggy is totally oblivious

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witlessficcer · 3 years ago

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Climbing Trees

Note: This started out a Drabble Before Bed for which I started a series last night. However, of late, when it comes to Peggy and Nat, I can’t keep it short and I can’t keep their hands off each other. I hope you enjoy and will return for more down the line.

Summary: Nat teaches Peggy a lesson about climbing trees.

The sun was shining, a breeze was blowing, and the freshly mowed grasses was greener and smelled sweeter than Natasha had experienced in a long time. She and Peggy lay under a Oak tree on the outskirts of Tony's property in upstate New York. The tree had a lovely canopy providing shade from the sun, but still allowing flecks of light to dance across their bodies.

Nat was casual in faded blue jeans and loose white t-shirt while Peggy wore Khaki cargo shorts and a Navy muscle shirt. As usual, the brunette had her hair in a ponytail, but her normal blocky glasses had been replaced by a pair of tortoise shell Ray-Bans. Nat thought she looked hot, all bulging delts and and sculpted calves.

Nat turned her head to look at the old oak, which caused Peggy to stir. Nat's head lay on her upper thigh as Peggy rested her head and back against one of trees massive roots.

“Have I told you how much I love climbing this tree?” Natasha asked, casually.

“I didn't know you liked climbing trees?” Peggy replied.

“Not trees in general,” Nat said, reaching up and letting her fingers play along the other woman's bicep and into the crook of here elbow. “Just this one.”

“That tickles,” the former SSR agent said, as goosebumps rose on her arm. “What makes this tree so special?”

Natasha sat up against Peggy's rigid thigh. She looked into those deep brown eyes and sighed. Flicking her eyes up, she said. “Strong branches for one. I can't very well climb a tree that can't hold me, right?”

“I suppose not,” Peggy agreed, wondering where Nat's tangent thought process was headed.

“And, the leaves, you know,” Nat continues, looking at the tree and back at her girlfriend. “They provide great protect for surveillance.”

Peggy knitter her brows in confusion. “Who or what are you spying on out here? Acres of green grass?”

Nat let the comment pass as she stood and held her arms out to the oak as if to hug it. “You know what of my favorite things is about climbing this tree? Knots. The curvature of them and the roundness. They protrude from the trunk. The shape of them is truly glorious.”

“They are usually indented aren't they?” Peggy said from he crossing her outstretched legs and appraising her boat shoes. “They stick out but have a hole in them. Not sure I get the glory in that, Babe.”

“It's a hand hold, Cap?” The Black Widow entreated, reaching out and flexing her hand at the well proportioned woman on the ground. “Don't you get it. For climbing?”

“Where are you going with this, Nat?” Peggy asked, lost in weirdness of it all. “I'm not following.”

In a lightning quick motion, Nat sprang toward her love and straddled her across her waist, placing her arms on Peggy's shoulders, kneading the hardened tissue below. “Branches,” Nat said, leaning forward and kissing the shoulder carefully. Rising and going to Peggy's left she kissed it as well. The brunette leaned forward to kiss Natasha on the mouth. The blonde evaded the attempt, shaking her head seductively, and drawing her fingers in a soft caress along her lover's jawline.

Natasha glided her fingers along each of Peggy's temples where her ponytail kept her luxurious, chocolate locks confined. In another swift motion, the hair tie was gone and a flash flood of brown hair fell about her neck. “Leaves,” Nat whispered along her cheek, rising slightly on her knees to pepper Peggy's hair with kisses.

Peggy's calm was breaking. She clamped her hands on to the Widow's hips. She was starting to understand. As Nat kissed her hair, familiar nipples pressed against the thin white cotton of the t-shirt. It was all Peggy could do not to take one into her mouth. The kisses on her hair ceased and Nat rested back on her haunches, her green eyes boring into Peggy's own.

“What do you think is next, Cap?” Natasha teased. “I think you should come climbing with me next time.”

“If I r-recall, next is k-knots,” Peggy pale neck and face were flushed bright pink.

“And what are knots good for when climbing, Peggy?” Nat whispered, leaning into touch her forehead to her lover's.

“Hand h-holds.”

“Hand holds,” Nat repeated, placing each of her hands over the taught nipples protruding from the navy active wear and squeezing gently. “How's my grip?”

Peggy's breath hitched as the dual sensation of her fondled nipples sent signals to her core. Nat had had her fun and Captain Carter was about to turn the tables. “I suggest a firmer grip, Little Girl. The weather is about to change.” With that, Peggy bent her knees and leaned forward, both of Nat's hands latched to her breasts and edged her way up the root of the lower trunk. Planting each of her hands on Natasha's ass, she pulled the smaller woman close to her as swung them both 180 degrees, pressing Nat perhaps a little hard against the tree trunk. Nat's hands had lefts her breasts and were now wrapped tightly around her neck.

“I see, now, what you mean, Nat,” Peggy said, tonguing the inside of her bleeding lip, some of coating her lower and upper lip. Grabbing handful of Nat's colored blonde hair, she pulled gingerly, causing the back of Nat's head to hit the harsh bark.

Natasha kissed Peggy passionately, aroused by being pressed against the tree. The kisses were not gentle as the two tried desperately to overpower each others mouths. Finally, Nat bit Pegg'ys lower lips, drawing blood.

“Trunk,” Natasha grunted.

The Widow gasped loudly at the pull of her hair and minor pain in her skull. Peggy pressed her open mouth over Nat's kissed her hard, sharing the blood, the other had drawn.

“You know what else a tree has, Nat, Hmm?” Peggy demanded.

Nat's eyes narrowed and she sneered. “Rings, I imagine. To show their age!”

Peggy's arousal was peaked. Her hips pressed into Natasha's center which was open given her legs were hanging on her study hips.

“A-hem!” came the clearing of a throat which was purely perfunctory, in order to gain attention. “If the teenagers are done making out behind the bleachers we have work to do.”

A bucket of cold mortification was poured over Peggy and Nat's inflamed passion. Still standing with her back to the intruder, Peggy said: “It's Tony, right?”

Nat, who was looking Tony Stark in the face, whispered: “Yeah. Tony.”

Peggy set Natasha down on the ground and straightened her shorts and shirt. Natasha did the same. Both grown women flushed with excitement and embarrassment, stood ready to take whatever sarcastic sword Stark was going to wield.

He just stood there. Silently looking at them.

“How long have you b-been there?” Peggy stammered.

Stark fidgeted, impatiently,pulling off his sun glasses and absently pointing them at the women. “Long enough to hear your little arborist lesson. Like I said, let's go. Time's a wastin' as my father used to say.”

“You've been here the whole time?” Peggy cried, her British accent intensifying.

Tony looked around nervously. There was no one in sight, but the three of them. “Not here, here. But I heard. I was...up there?” He raised a hand that was immediately covered by Iron Man's glove and pointed skyward. It dissolved just as quickly.

“Oh my GOD!” Peggy said, covering her face in shame.

“This place isn't that remote,” Tony continued. “And, you weren't really hiding.”

Nat swallowed hard, biting the inside of her cheek to regain her own control. “You're not helping, Tony.”

“Listen, what you two have going on is your own business. It's not my place to tell you what to do. But next time, get a room. There are plenty of them inside. Look, we'll keep this between the three of us.

Stark's Iron Man suit encapsulated his entire body this time as the lights flew on in his eye slits. “Briefing in 15, Ladies. I expect to see you there.” With that he rose into the sky and disappeared.

Peggy turned to Nat, grief stricken. “I can't bloody believe this.”

Nat said noting but hugged her tightly placing her head against her Captain's ample chest. “Don't worry about him, Peggy. He can be an ass most of the time, but he knows when to keep things to himself.”

“I feel like punching the lights out of those little eyes slits of his,” Peggy said, still furious.

“Peggy,” Nat repeated, softly. “Don't worry about him. He's...Tony. He's not malicious. Most of the time. Let's head back. You okay?”

“Fine.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I like to finish what I start.”

“Yeah,” Peggy said, raising an eyebrow in interest. “I've heard that about you.”

“Especially, when it comes to climbing trees.”

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missmonsters2 · 5 years ago

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Between the Lines || III

PAIRING: Steve Rogers & Fem!Reader (Platonic) / Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader / Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader / Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Vampire AU. Life has changed drastically since the 1600s. Things are always on the move, and you’ve been very careful to not get on SHIELDs radar. Living on the down-low owning a café, you’re content to live out a quiet existence. That is until the Avengers enter your life.

[Set after the New York Invasion, in CAWS, and goes up to AoU. Canon divergent after.]

Warnings: This series will contain smut(**), poly-relationship, and dark themes.

Note: Things..are happening. Please let me know if you want to be on the taglist for this fic :)!

PART I || PART II

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The following week was routine once more. Natasha didn't revisit the café, which you couldn't tell if you felt relief or not. David did lecture that you had to be more careful because it was most likely that Black Widow was looking into your background. He wasn't worried she'd find anything, but one can never be too careful.

Steve stopped by the café less too, as they now hung out outside the café more regularly. You had finally given in and hired two more people to the café and promoted Sarah to the manager position, so you didn't have to spend too much time there yourself. You essentially only came in when you knew Steve was going to be in...or maybe on the off chance Natasha would come in again.

Allison's mother was finally discharged from the hospital, but with all the missed time from work, you still found yourself looking after the young girl while her mother picked up extra shifts—not that you minded.

It was currently the weekend, and you had planned to take Allison to the park for a picnic and some games. You had asked Steve to tag along if he wasn't busy, but it turns out that he did have work that day. He seemed really crushed that he wasn't going to be able to go, but you had assured him it would be fine, and they could get together another time.

It was strange. They weren't dating or anything, definitely just friends. But the last time they had gone out together with Allison, the number of strangers who commented they looked like a beautiful family made you panic a bit, especially with the wistful look on Steve's face. It seemed like he was thinking about other things as people made those comments, though, not necessarily wistful to have a family with you.

And you knew—about this lost love, about Peggy Carter.

The poor man seemed unable to move on while wanting to, but then feeling guilty about it. Since you were supposed to pretend not to know anything, it wasn't like you could talk to him about it. So, they were stuck in this weird limbo.

"Lainey, can we please get peaches?"

You immediately brought your attention back to Allison, who you had in your shopping cart with multiple things strewn in for their picnic date.

You grinned at the kid, "Alright, put the puppy face away, you're killing me here. We can definitely get some peaches."

As the two of you stood in front of the peaches, you meticulously picked out peaches as Allison animatedly recalled a story.

"Really? How interesting," you hummed to Allison.

"Quite a cute one you've got there."

The gruff voice brought your attention away from the peach. You looked up to see a man in his late 30s standing next to your cart with a basket.

"Thanks," you said politely but curt.

"My name's Glenn. I just wanted to say hi," He gave you a flirty grin and held out his hand.

"Hi," you shook his hand politely as he stared at your gloved hands.

"Cold?" He asked.

"Something like that," you said with a wry grin.

"Anyways," you said with an eyebrow raised at the stranger, "We've got to head off now, nice to meet you."

Just as you were turning away with the cart, the man grabbed you by the arm to stop you.

"Wait!"

You clenched her jaw, turning back to him, eyes darkening, and just as you were about to speak a command, someone grabbed his arm and gripped it tightly enough to make the man let go. You blinked, your eyes clearing as you looked over to see Natasha standing there, her jaw set in a tight line and eyes entirely calm.

"I think you should leave now," her voice was low, and she gripped the man's arms tightly enough for him to wince before she let go with a fling.

The man looked like he wanted to say something, but there must've been warning bells in his head when he looked at Natasha, so he grumbled and turned to leave.

Natasha turned her attention back over to you, eyeing the kid from the side. Steve definitely did not mention that you had a kid.

"Natalie! What a surprise. Thanks for that, really," you said sincerely, a happy grin on your face.

"No worries," Natasha shook her head with a wave of her hand.

"You're not working today?" You asked curiously. It was only about one in the afternoon.

Natasha grinned. "Got off early today," she said simply.

"Lainey...peach..." Allison whined slightly, her lips jutting out in a pout. You turned over with a slight chuckle and roll of your eyes.

"Alright, alright, I've got the treasure in tow, we can go." You turned back to Natasha, biting your lip slightly. It was a long shot, but why not. Sometimes it was better to keep people like Natasha close to ward off suspicion.

"Listen, I don't know if you're busy today. We're about to head to Central Park for a picnic. Steve couldn't make it, but would you...would you like to join us?"

It was a lot to ask someone who you've spoken to just once, even though it was a lengthy time. Natasha considered it for a moment with a tilt her head.

"I'd love to," she said after a moment. If the opportunity to get to know the mysterious girl presented itself, why not?

You smiled, "Great! We'll meet you there. Bring anything you'd like, but I do have a lot of food and drinks."

With that, you went separate ways before shortly meeting up at the park again. You made small talk as you put out a picnic blanket and set everything down. Natasha helped carry some things, and as they sat down, Allison already pulling the kite that you packed.

"Oh, hold on, I'm just going to get her set up," you said, walking off with the bouncing child.

Natasha watched from a distance, arms crossed as she sat with her legs pressed together and on her side.

She thought about calling Steve to see what the deal was with the kid but decided against it since she didn't want to end up answering the hundreds of questions the guy would have about seeing you. Allison didn't quite look like she was yours as the two of you shared different hair and eye colors.

Maybe a niece?

Before she knew it, you were back and taking a seat with a small huff.

"Tired?" Natasha asked with a grin.

You gave her a wry grin back, "Think I'd be used to that bundle of energy now, but she definitely keeps me on my toes."

"Is she yours?" Natasha asked with a tilt of her head.

You shook your head, feeling like a broken record with how much you had to repeat things.

"Oh, no. She's my neighbor's kid. She's a single mom and just got out of the hospital. They don't have any other family in the city, so I offered to watch her. Now, her mom is picking up some extra shifts to make up for what she's missed, so I watch her when needed."

Natasha gave a small gentle smile. "You have a lot of free time?"

You shrugged, "Well, I did end up hiring more people and promoted my one employee to be a manager. So, yeah, I guess I do have more free time now."

Natasha hummed. "I guess your side book rentals does make a good profit after a certain point."

You laughed, "Sure does! I'm like a blockbuster."

"You do know they went out of business, right?" Natasha said with a raise of her eyebrow and a smirk.

"I'll become Netflix then," you replied right back without missing a beat. It caused Natasha to chuckle. With that, you pulled out a thermos and some paper cups.

"Coffee?" You asked, and Natasha nodded. You handed the redhead a cup, and the aroma already made Natasha feel warm.

"Mmm," Natasha purred at the taste. "Seriously, there's got to be a secret ingredient in this coffee. I refuse to believe you can just make it this good."

You jokingly looked affronted. "Well, suck on it. I do just make it that good."

You pulled out the peaches that you bought, wiping them clean with a wet paper towel, and began to cut it with a knife. Natasha watched, again, with the black gloves but also that it was clear that you were experienced with holding a knife as you cut it with ease and quickly. You took out the pit and shaved off peach skin into a plastic bag and put the sliced peaches in a container.

"Allison!" You called out. The little girl looked over and beamed with pure happiness as she trotted over for the fruit.

"Thanks, Lainey!" Allison made a move to grab a slice, but you grabbed the girl's hand gently.

"Hold it there, my little criminal. The last thing we need is sticky fingers. Here, use a fork."

Allison grinned as she grabbed the utensil with the fruit already on it and took a bite. She eyed Natasha, and the redhead smiled at her.

"Are you friends with Steve?" Allison asked, remembering that you told Natasha that Steve couldn't make it.

Natasha looked taken aback slightly before smiling at the kid. "Yeah, we're friends."

Allison simply nodded but didn't ask any more questions, which Natasha found a little strange.

"Okay," she said simply. Maybe the kid was assessing her?

"Do you like peaches?" Allison asked, and Natasha blinked. She should be more used to this, with Clint having kids and all.

"Yeah," Natasha replied with ease. "They're delicious."

Allison grinned, and Natasha felt like she passed some sort of test.

"Great!" Allison exclaimed, passing over her container with some peaches left. "You can have some of my peaches. I'm going to go play now. If you play with me later, I'll tell you some funny stories about Lainey."

You looked in disbelief as you looked at the child, "Don't you dare, Allie."

Allison stood up, grabbing the frisbee, spotting some other children in the field. She laughed, looking at Natasha once more and winked as she ran off.

Natasha had to put her hand over her mouth as she tried to control her laughter. You glared playfully at the redhead.

"I can't believe I was just used as leverage for your participation," you muttered.

"Why? You got some really embarrassing stories?" Natasha smirked.

You merely pursed your lips together and pretended to zip your lips, and Natasha found herself relaxing a little more. She really should use this opportunity to find out more about you, but she found that it was just natural to be the moment with you.

But as you handed her a cut sandwich that had a fried cutlet in it with a mystery sauce, Natasha found it was the time to ask about the gloves.

"Are you a germaphobe? Or perpetually cold?" Natasha found that the weather itself was warm, no need for gloves. She knew some people with arthritis would wear gloves, but the type that you wore didn't seem like it was for warmth.

"Kind of a germaphobe," You answered, without missing a beat. You took a bite of the sandwich, leaning a little back.

"Nothing extreme, but working at the café and touching money has gotten me sick a couple times. I don't like touching things directly if I can help it."

Natasha nodded, enjoying the sandwich. She didn't question it too much when there were people like Tony Stark out there with weird quirks himself.

"So, I guess since you know I own the café, what do you do?"

"I'm a personal assistant for Stark Industries," Natasha answered, eyeing your reaction. You didn't seem to react much.

"Oh, cool. Must keep you busy if you work for Tony."

"You know Tony Stark?" Natasha asked with an eyebrow raised, and you gave her a look.

"Who doesn't know Tony Stark? Even I, a hermit, would know."

Natasha smiled, but she felt it. There was something off about you. Knowing Tony Stark meant knowing about him being an Avenger. So, you had to know about other members who were publicly known. Steve had been doing so many interviews.

But Steve wouldn't appreciate her asking outright.

Even if she wanted to, Allison had come back from playing frisbee. You gave the girl a hand wipe and handed her a sandwich and juice that was in a bottle to avoid spilling.

"Alright, kid. We got enough time for one more game, and we're gonna head out. Your mom said she's going to be home for dinner. Choose wisely."

Allison pursed her lips, gripping her bottle before she seemed to come to a decision.

"Jenga! I'm going to win this time."

You smirked, "alright."

Allison immediately moved over to Natasha. "Can we team up? Lainey never loses in this game!"

Natasha blinked, looking over to you, who nodded. The redhead looked back to the kid and smiled. "Alright, we'll secure victory this time."

"In your dreams! Allie will spill my dirty secrets, so there will be no mercy."

With the game set up, they began. You were pretty good, but Natasha was just as good. The redhead noticed that you had incredibly steady hands. As you took pieces out, your hand was impossibly still.

Eventually, they had gotten to where the stack was pretty unsteady, and a lot of the levels had only the middle pieces, including the bottom. It was coming down to that even trying to take any side pieces would result in the stack collapsing. As it was Natasha's turn, she eyed the stack, calculating her best bet. It would have to be the bottom piece. She steadied her hand as she latched onto the piece, and with precision and quickness, she yanked out the piece, the stack moving down perfectly without even swaying.

Allison cheered, and Natasha smirked at you. You didn't even look phased. You eyed the stack, and just like Natasha, it would be foolish to try to grab a side piece.

This was it.

Natasha watched in disbelief as she saw you eyeing a middle piece that was literally in the middle level of the stack with no side pieces.

No, you wouldn't.

Would you?

There was no way you could grab that without having the stack fall over.

You lifted your gloved hand and put your fingers in a flicking motion, and with just the right amount of force and speed, you flicked the piece out, and it flew right into Natasha. The stack lowered another level and barely swayed as it settled.

You looked at Natasha smugly.

"ты серьезно," Natasha muttered are you serious in Russian and she swore, the slight twitch in your lip made Natasha believe that you knew what she said, but as quick as she saw it, it was gone.

"Ugh," Allison groaned, taking out a piece, making the entire stack collapse. "I'll never beat you, Lainey."

You laughed as you collected the pieces to put away. "Practice, sweetpea. You can challenge me in the next lifetime."

You cackled as Allison playfully threw a piece at you in retaliation.

"Don't worry, we'll get her next time," Natasha said to comfort the young girl who leaned against her and sighed.

"There's a next time?" You asked playfully, and Natasha tilted her head.

"Should there be?" The redhead asked back cryptically.

You licked your bottom lip slightly, the action drawing Natasha's attention to it.

"Yeah," You said finally. "We're friends, right?"

Natasha nodded. "Yeah, friends."

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It was a few days again before you saw Natasha at the café. She seemed to stop by more often now to pick up coffee but didn't have the time like Steve did to sit around and chat with you.

It was fine by you, it seemed like Natasha did find you odd, but not to the point where she was investigating you.

It was becoming a problem, though. You liked Natasha and Steve, liked spending time with them. But the more you did, the more you were putting yourself at risk, putting David at risk.

You figured you would have to leave soon. Maybe tell them you had a family member in another country that was ill, and you needed to take care of them. Then, you would die in a fiery car crash with nothing to identify you but your dental records and disappear and start over with a new identity.

It was another month that passed that neither Steve or Natasha showed up, and it worried you.

Steve used to stop by 3-4 times a week and Natasha at least 3 times when she was free. You were aware that sometimes they would have missions, but they were always back within days, the latest a week.

That night, you called David.

"What's up? Great timing, I have some more news about The Winter Soldier and the descendants." You got an immediate reply.

"Great, brief me on that later. I need you to look up something else. Something's wrong. I haven't seen Steve or Natasha in over a month. Can you find anything?"

You could hear something like "good riddance" being mumbled, but you chose to ignore it.

"Oh shit," David finally said.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Steve has been listed as a fugitive. It looks like SHIELD is compromised by HYDRA. Black Widow is most likely helping him, and Nick Fury is dead."

It was quiet on the other line for a bit, you could hear him clicking on his keyboard.

You were shocked, and worry overcame you. Steve was a fugitive?

"Ah shit, this was what I wanted to tell you. The Winter Soldier is in America, caught him on a couple street cameras. He killed Nick Fury."

"Is the man actually dead?" Based on your past experience, there was no way the man would die that easily.

"I'll have to look more into that and get back to you. I don't know. There's a lot of shady shit going on within SHIELD. It doesn't look good right now for them."

"Where are they? Can you find them?"

"Hold on, let me find any live feed from street cameras."

The minutes passed by agonizingly as you heard typing on the keyboard and the mouse clicking.

"Okay, I've got visuals. I'll send the details to your phone. What are you going to do?"

You were already changing and packing anything you might need.

"Well, I know The Winter Soldier doesn't play around. I can't just let them deal with whatever's happening. I need you to send more intel to my cell, okay?"

David was silent. "You know this means you're exposing yourself, don't you?"

You sighed. "Yes, but...I don't know...I care about them enough."

David let out a huge frustrated sigh. "Fuck sake's, fine. I'll send you some details. You better hope our asses don't get imprisoned."

"Well, if Fury is really dead, we might not have to worry about that too much. Worst case scenario, we can work for Stark."

"Oh, so we just really exposing our asses to everyone now."

"Well, I highly doubt we'll be able to keep our existence a secret to just two Avengers."

"I hate you."

You let out a chuckle as David hung up. You sent a text to Allison's mother that you would be out of town indefinitely handling some personal business, but you left some money and a babysitter's number in Allison's drawer when you were over the other day in case of emergencies.

Grabbing your car keys, you left.

Somehow, you knew you were going to change everything by doing this, but maybe that wouldn't be the end of the world.

PART IV

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siberianoverture · 4 years ago

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Don’t You Know - 3

A/N: Hi! I realized I should probably specify when the fic happens, sorry! It all happens a year after Endgame, 2024. I spared Tony, I like the theory that if everyone on the battlefield touched each other the energy would be dispersed, Steve returns the stones and comes back because Peggy Carter moved on, and Natasha comes back. Hope my forgetfulness didn’t cause too much confusion. English is not my first language and although I am pretty confident in it I know I make some mistakes. If you happen to find them please let me know! If you want to be added to taglist let me know! Enjoy!

previous: CHAPTER 2

When Sam came into his friend's room to propose a trip to the city for lunch, he found him standing in the middle of the floor staring at the wall above his desk.

"Buc-" he stops when he follows Bucky's gaze, "what's all this?"

There are two pages ripped from a notepad taped there, both with big black letters in Bucky's neat handwriting. First read 'a girl', second 'forgetting'.

Bucky doesn't look at him, clearly deep in thought, so Sam steps in front of him forcing the super soldier to look at him. Bucky lowers his eyes and steps back until he is sitting on his bed.

"What's going on?" Sam asks again turning slightly to take another look at the wall.

"I can't remember her," Bucky says still looking at his shoes, "there's a girl that worked with Winter Soldier, but I don't remember."

"Maybe it was one mission only so there's nothing to remember," Sam tries but Bucky shakes his head.

"I would remember, I remember everything he saw. There is a person-shaped hole in my memories. Like someone took an eraser and wiped her away."

"I thought they took down all Hydra barriers," Sam begins and Bucky looks up at him, "Oh, you don't think it was done by Hydra. Like a superpower?” Bucky nods, “How do you know it's a girl anyway?"

"Natasha, she said there was a rumor of a girl working with Soldier. She thinks it's her, but I don't think so. Nobody would've called her that, everyone would just say Black Widow. Also, it became quite known we had missions together. It just doesn't add up but if anyone knew it would be her, so I don't really know where to look," Bucky explains starting to ramble a bit so Sam sits down next to him and places a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Hey, calm down. We'll figure it out."

A month passed and they had found nothing.

Bucky had a new routine now: run, breakfast, look for something, lunch, look for something, dinner, look for something until he passed out, rarely in his bed, usually on the floor next to it. This changed only on mission days, if there is a slight chance that he could find something more about her, he goes. The team doesn't ask.

He hadn't told anyone what he was doing, trying to protect himself from everyone's pity, it was Hydra after all. He knew that she might be dead already. It did not stop him, the weird dreams and memories he couldn't catch fueling him. Also, for some reason, he did not want Steve knowing.

Sam is with him whenever he can, sometimes reading some files but usually just keeping him company. With Bucky running after ghosts and assumptions there was little he could help with besides standing next to his friend when mission reports bring back dark memories.

"Sam Wilson came back from his mission and is heading to your room, Sergeant," Friday informed tearing him away from reading through old files for what felt like the hundredth time. Sure enough, Sam was soon walking through his door, still in his suit with an old looking manila folder and throwing it to Bucky.

First, there was a list of Inhumans with their photos and their abilities. At the top there was a boy, no older than fifteen, and there was one word in the abilities column: FORGETTABLE. Bucky looked back at Sam.

"I know it's a boy but, remember, there was a series of experiments where they tried to transfer powers," Sam turned the pages, " there was one page missing and here it is. There was one success, and it was a girl." Sam points to the bottom of the page. FEMALE, 737079, 18, SUCCESS. He flips a few more pages. "She survived because they gave her the serum."

"That's impossible," Bucky shakes his head, "There were five bags, they made five Soldiers."

"True, but all of them were different. They had to adjust the dosage or they would kill them. Maybe they had a bit left and used it on her. It wouldn’t be enough to make a new soldier, but to strengthen her enough to survive however they transferred the powers to her."

"If she was forgettable she would be the best spy Hydra had. That is why she's not in any reports, she would do her job, report to whoever, and everybody involved would forget she was even there," Bucky is overwhelmed. He walks to the window and looks out, "If we worked together I have to look through missions that had more than one objective. Killing for me, information for her. She could be still there."

"Yeah," Sam sighs, "Too bad we don't have a photo."

Somehow Bucky is sure he would recognize her.

He starts looking immediately and he finds quite a few matching his criteria. Next day something pushes him to look through recordings from 2014, his last moments as Winter Soldier and everything plays like he remembered, until, late in the evening, he switches to a view from CCTV near the highway with a clear view of him looking for Natasha, her shooting him, him ducking and then when he and men beside him stand up, there's one more person he doesn't remember being there. It's a woman, in suit that almost exactly matches his, only differce is both her arms being covered. She’s head shorter than him, with hair pulled away from her face. He says something to her, she nods and runs away, and he jumps down the bridge.

He stands up from his computer and stretches. Then he calls for Sam and shows him the video.

"At least she doesn't seem to have any metal limbs," he tries to joke but neither laugh, "If she looks like you does it mean she comes with a handy little manual too?"

"Yeah, she might. We should check the place you got the folder from out again."

They walk out arm in arm and head to the hangar. It's dark outside but Sam knows Bucky won't be able to wait for the morning to come.

When they land near the base, system informs them of a car heading in their direction. Obviously Hydra as the base lays in the middle of nowhere.

"I have a strange feeling they are after the same thing we are," Sam mutters turning on the Quinjet's cloaking.

"It means we're in the right place," Bucky answers and leaves the plane.

"Do you know where to go?"

Bucky doesn't answer and enters the base leaving his friend no choice but to follow. He moves with confidence that makes Sam realize he had already been there at some point in his life. They find the elevator and Bucky presses 737079 into the keyboard and it moves.

"It's the number next to-" Sam begins but he's interrupted.

"It translates to 'spy' from hexadecimal."

The door opens to a room with the same machinery Sam saw in Winter Soldier's files. His eyes follow Bucky noticing how tense his friend is when he marches to one of the cabinets with the last century looking hand scanner on its side.

Bucky glances over his shoulder at Sam, his eyes filled with sadness, anger, and a bit of fear. Then he places his hand at the scanner. It shines green and the cabinet opens with a hiss. Inside is a folder, bound in black leather with a red star on it. Inverted image of a book that controlled The Soldier. Bucky feels sick.

Sam grabs the book and drags him back to the elevator, pushing the button for the ground floor and he can't help but ask.

"How did you know?"

"I just did," Bucky rests his forehead on a cold wall and tries to calm himself, "It's like muscle memory."

They run back to Quinjet and see Hydra soldiers entering the base when they fly back home.

It is nearly midnight when they land and walk back to Bucky's room. He sits down on his bed, a manual folder in his hand and Sam leans on the desk with his arms crossed. They share a look and Bucky finally starts reading.

"There's no name, just the number again. Born in 1973, obtained in 1990. She was seventeen," he looks up at Sam but can't read his expression, "Trained in espionage, injected with serum in 1991. Makes it possible to take powers from injected Inhuman's blood serum. One injection lasts two hours, max three types can be mixed, max five of each. There are words to put in Soldier mode-" Sam interrupts him.

"Same as yours?"

"No," he reads them with an uneasy feeling, "Seek, bullet, lucid, seven, reflect, set, moon, ten, acid, tenet.” “They are in English,” Sam notices.

“Someone else worked on her programming. All other soldiers were programmed in Russian, native language of person doing the conditioning," He needs to really control himself not to punch anything when he reads next few sentences, "After depletion subject experiences psychosis and should be confined posing threat to itself and others. It is advised to put the subject immediately after calming in cryo-chamber. It is no longer in Winter Soldier mode. It is advised to wipe before mission opposed to after."

His vision goes dark when he glances at the next point and he has to put the folder away. Deep down he expected what he saw but this doesn’t lessen the pain that comes with it. He stumbles into the bathroom and splashes his face with ice-cold water. Sam follows and when Bucky turns off the sink sits him on the edge of the bathtub.

"What does it say?" He asks after Bucky's breathing calms.

"I was her handler."

next: CHAPTER 4

#Bucky Barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes fic #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky x you #reader insert #Don'tYouKnow

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gavemesomuchtoremember · 4 years ago

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Heartbroken

Thanks for saying this @raimi I really appreciate it, and @fandomsandxfiles-writes for also encouraging me to post a while back too.

Hey Everyone, so I finally have built up the courage to share the first Agent Carter fic I wrote. I wrote it back in May.

Dottie Underwood x Reader

Jack Thompson x Reader

It’s a Jack Thompson x Reader situation though y/n’s conversation is mainly with Dottie about it.

Summary: During a mission a drunk y/n has to distract Dottie, leading to sharing some secrets that she didn’t want to.

Another, Sameul y/n called out to the bartender, you knew it wasn’t very ladylike to be this drunk but you didn’t care; and you finally had a day off. You felt a tapping on your shoulder as you turned to see a worried Peggy Carter, a look you hadn’t often seen on the agent. “Peggy, what brings you here?” You questioned.

“I heard from Rose that you’ve been here all day” you watched her as she observed you. She noticed you had been slightly falling off the edge of the chair. “So I thought I’d come talk to you”.

“I’m fine Peg!” you exclaimed loudly, causing a table of men to turn and look in disappointment. Samuel placed the beer down in front of you, “Aah, my dear Sam, what took ya so long” you said taking a giant gulp of the drink.

“If I had put my money on it, I’d say this reaction is due to Jack”. You smirked hoping it would hide the fact she’d guessed correctly,”What makes you say that?”

“It’s the way he looks at you. I’ve also seen you avoid him”

“It’s a long story, are you going to the warehouse?” not wanting to continue the conversation as you sipped on your drink. “Yeah, we are. We need to catch Dottie.”

“She really is a pain in our backs, though I respect the diligence it takes to work that hard and love your job”.

“I really wish you weren’t drunk right now” She said quietly to herself but you heard the concern in her voice. “You need me don’t you. What’s going on, what do I need to do?”

“No, you stay, it’s your day off” “But, what’s the plan?” “We’re going to set up an electromagnetic field around the building to block her from leaving the premises. Four downstairs, four upstairs”. You stared at her for a second to process the information, “Won’t she see that?”

“I will be distracting Dottie while Rose, Dr Samberly, Mr Jarvis, Jack and Daniel set up everything” “Then what?”

“Dr Samberly will set it off”

You placed the glass down on the counter and fully gave her your attention, “don’t you or Sous need to be with him to help with that kind of power? I trust the guy but Aloysius crumbles under pressure”

“We don’t have a choice, they need to go set it up” “Exactly, so I’ll come. You need the help” “y/n, no you’re too drunk” “And you’re too outnumbered for a large space and a time limit, I can distract Dottie, everyone else can set up. You’ll have an extra hand downstairs and someone can be with Aloysius”.

“I said no, you’re drunk”. She gave you a look but gave in. Right outside the warehouse Peggy and you got to the meeting spot.

“You’re drunk!” Daniel called out to you when the two of you approached him. “I’m fine, let’s just focus on the task at hand” you said and waltz up to Jarvis and Rose to grab an earpiece.

Sousa turned his attention to Peggy, “you brought her here even though she’s drunk?”

“She insisted on coming along. Besides, I couldn’t stop her. She’s one of the few people we need right now. She can handle herself drunk, I’ve seen it”

You entered into the warehouse, making a mental note of the area, Jarvis split left and Peggy, with Rose went right on the bottom level. You continued to walk forward into the warehouse as Aloysius, Jack, and Sous went up the stairs to the second level.

Rose and Peggy reached their targets and started setting up the electromagnetic field they needed to cover the building. Jarvis reached his corner and had done the same. Jack and Daniel split up to cover all of the bases upstairs. Finally Aloysius had positioned himself above a steel box with an electromagnetic cannon ray thing Peggy was explaining on the way over. “I might have been a little too drunk to pay attention to the briefing” You thought to yourself.

You entered a smaller room located comically in the centre of the building. Your job was the most important, inside the box, the walls were a mint green and there was a little picnic bench type seating area. Dottie was sitting there with a book.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Brooklyn” “Dottie, always a pleasure”

You heard Peggy’s voice come in through your earpiece, “keep her distracted, were almost set up”. You made your way closer to the black widow, “What brings you here?”

“Wow agent, wasted on the job? That’s a new low, even for you. Boy troubles?” You ignored her comments, your eyes trailing her as she walked around the bench.

“You know what Dottie, I’ll do the talking here” “How about let’s play a game of truth?”

You paused a second and even thought about it. You really only had to distract Dottie, if she was doing all the work for you, why not. “Sure Dottie, what do you wanna know, my life is an open book”

“Have you ever been in love?” Dottie’s smile got bigger when she asked, it was a red flag but you were a little too numb to care, “I suppose I have”.

“When did you meet him?” She patted the bench as she sat back down, but you didn’t move a muscle, “We were six, We met outside a chapel, he popped my soccer ball and I hitchhiked in his daddy’s truck from Michigan all the way to New York”.

“You run away from home”

“I’m an orphan, thought I could start a better life in New York”

“Did he break your heart?”

That’s when it clicked, she knew exactly what she was talking about, she wanted specific answers out of you. “Hold your horses there missy. You’ve asked a bunch of questions, my turn”

Jarvis’ voice came though on the earpiece, “I’m all set down here”, and Sousa’s voice followed, “copy that, Jarvis, can you go see if the south tower is set, while Peggy and Rose finish up the others”, “Of course chief”. You focused on the task at hand, “What was it really like growing up in Russia?”

“Oh y/n, it was wonderful, as I’ve told Peggy I was jealous of women like her who could do whatever they pleased, but living here for as long as I have, there’s no respect for women. In Russia it was such a wonderful learning experience”.

“Being tied to a bed is your idea of wonderful?” “It was by choice”

In that moment you almost pitied her, she’d never known a life outside of that prison camp. “But here, even though some men don’t like it, we do have freedom”

“Women in your country are oppressed!”

“Not for long, I envision an America where women are in all positions of power”

“So tell me y/n, how did you end up in this line of work? You see I was born for this? In jail I heard a little rumour that a broken heart pushed you here”

And there it was, Dottie liked to pray on weakness, maybe it was because of her cold heart, but it was clear that the truth game was some sort of sick power move, “I don’t have to answer that”

“But you will, because you and I both know that this is an attempt to distract me. You won’t stop making mindless conversation with me until my dear friend Peggy tells you to”

You finally moved towards the bench, “well, if we both know this is a charade then I guess we don’t need to keep that up”

“I don’t do well when I’m bored. You can’t fight me because the SSR needs me alive and unless you tell me your story, I will walk out of here, ruining whatever it is that poor Peggy is up to”

You thought to yourself for a second, when Peggy’s voice rang in your ears followed by Daniel’s, “were almost done” “Us too y/n just hold off a little longer.

“I’m bored” Dottie said in a sing songy voice, “You seriously think I’m that drunk? That I’ll just spill all my secrets?”

She smirked, as she walked towards you, closing the gap

“You’ll never get away, not this time Dot” “y/n/n” “My name is y/n” “right, only Jack Thompson can call you y/n/n”

“That’s enough Dottie” You put your arm out to stop her from moving past you, but she just swatted it away and smiled again. You thought to yourself how could her smile possibly get any bigger. “Alright, you won’t tell me your story then I guess I’m leaving. Bye.”

You watched as she started to leave. There was no way you were going to tell her the story but she was leaving. Jack’s face appeared as you closed your eyes. You moved your hair behind your ear, revealing the earring mic. You couldn’t think straight, and she was right, you needed to wait for Peg’s order, so you couldn’t just let her leave.

“I set dinner for him”

Dottie stopped, immediately pulling a 180. Peggy and Rose shared a look, knowing this was not going to end well and Jack stopped dead in his tracks mentally kicking himself.

“I was young, in love, and, well stupid... I wanted to marry him” You started slowly, knowing they were almost done. “Rose and I are set, moving onto the next one” Peggy stated, “Same” Jarvis’ voice followed, finally Sousa spoke, “Jack, Samberly and I are working on it”

Dottie gave you a look and tapped her foot getting impatient, “He was drafted and I’d never been more proud of him. So I made this dinner, so we could celebrate. It was something he wanted to do. Fight for our freedom” Dottie smiled and sat down at the bench, once again trying to get you to sit with her. This time you did, “Go on” she cooed. “Keep stalling” Daniel’s voice rang in your ear. “His car was supposed to leave in 3 days, but he decided to get on the one that was leaving that night. I often think about why he stood outside my door, refusing to come in. All he had to say for himself was that he was leaving. I thought he was joking. But he was serious. And he left.”

“Then?”

You paused and stared at her. There was radio silence on the other end. You knew they were still working. You really didn’t want to talk about this.

“y/n, I’m waiting”

“Let’s talk about something else, maybe, say the great depression?” You tried to change the subject, “not a chance in hell. I won’t ask again”. You knew that wouldn’t work. Finally Peggy’s voice came through again, “We need more time”. You took in a breath to calm your nerves, sobering up having to talk about this while everyone could hear you, “I ran out after him, I begged him to at least talk to me, tell me why”

Rose and Peggy exchange a glance of utter shock as they’d never heard this story, not even on a girls night. Jarvis ran up to them to help finish the last magnetic tower.

“You know what I got as a response? His back walking down the street”

Daniel and Aloysius gave Jack a look, not surprised but disappointed.

You looked at Dottie, knowing that you’d have to continue, “On top of that, I was labeled as the broken one. The one who was left by-“

“People threw garbage at me, treated me like some sort of witch. One day I went for a walk and there were three guys that tried to abduct me. I beat them up and a Colonel saw it, Murdoch saw it, took me in and I ended up in Russia fighting more Russian assassins like yourself. It’s how I ended up in the war, it’s how I met Howard, it’s how I ended up in the SSR.”

Jarvis didn’t want to hear anymore of it so he removed his earpiece, “I can’t listen to this anymore” I heard Daniel say, “were almost done” for what felt like the millionth time.

“So to answer your question Dottie, yes. I did end up here because of a broken heart. It wasn’t the lifestyle I had always imagined, but I’m glad I’m not some blond asshole chief’s wife”

Aloysius had managed to get everything going, “give us 5 seconds” is all I heard.

“You know what Dottie, sometimes I feel like you like being locked up”

“Now”

You pulled out your gun and aimed at her, “Dottie Underwood, you are under arrest” She didn’t seem phased at all, simply replying, “wonderful”.

Dottie kicked the gun out of your hand and tried to escape, Luckily you saw it coming but your reaction times were a little delayed. She managed to free herself and kicked you in the face twice, but you weren’t having that, tackling her to the ground, in doing so activating bars that surrounded you. Inside a jail cell of electromagnets, “Well that was new” she said to herself.

“Looks like we’re both stuck in this prison”, you placed those handcuffs on her and she laughed in your face, “at least the prison I’m going to, it’ll be easy to escape”

Daniel and Peggy grabbed her by the arms and pulled her away.

Once again Dottie Underwood was caught, but she was right. Jack was y/n’s prison and he broke your heart, but you still loved him.

THE END

#Agent carter #Dottie Underwood x reader #Jack Thompson x reader #Jack Thompson #Dottie Underwood #Peggy Carter

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thank-you-for-the-vampire-money · 5 years ago

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MELE KALIKIMAKA

link to the sing is HERE

A/N: Sorry this is late! But here it is!

Peggy Carter x reader

Word count: 2071

Summary: You’re on the brink of cracking a big case when you’re sent on a petty project mission to Hawaii. But Peggy thinks it’s for the best...

Warnings: overworking, mentions of the Red Room and little girls being trained, poor self-care.. i think that’s it?

Mele Kalikimaka is the thing to say on a bright Hawaiian Christmas Day

That's the island greeting that we send to you from the land where palm trees sway

The light aircraft landed on the long stretch of runway, the tires squealing as they skidded along the asphalt. You grumbled, watching the palm trees pass by your window as you shoved your journals and folders into your satchel. This was beautiful, the sight made your heart jump. Beautiful flora, fresh breeze, brisk ocean mist… it was gorgeous. But your brain wouldn’t let you enjoy it, you didn't have time to. There was too much work for you to do at this time, so of course, S.H.I.E.L.D sends you on a "crucial mission" to a coveted vacation spot, over a holiday, with your girlfriend. That's the perfect recipe for productivity (note the sarcasm).

“Oh c’mon! It’s Hawaii! So what if it’s a mission?” Peggy grinned, very excited for her work-sponsored vacation. She was already donning her red sunglasses and new blue sundress, ready to lie on the beach and not move for an entire fourteen days except to get another fruity cocktail. “All we have to do is stay on the island for two weeks and send out a one-paragraph report if anything suspicious happens,” she grinned, playfully, but very excitedly patting your lap, “so that means, if nothing happens, we just got a whole two weeks in Hawaii for free,”.

You looked at her with a tired face. “Exactly, that’s the problem,” you said, rubbing your hands over your face in frustration, “we were taken off a BIG LEAD in uncovering the Red Room and it’s ‘Black Widow’ initiative, possibly taking down a whole Russian spy program… only to be sent here on a petty project?”.

You both had been working for WEEKS on that mission, and only the other day did you start making decent progress. You had spent many nights, skipping sleep just to research and document everything, even making one of those mystery-solving bulletin boards to sort out your thoughts and discoveries. If you were completely honest, you had only taken a total of about four showers during the six weeks you had been researching. But it was all worth it... up until now...

Peggy gave you her classic, 'don’t give me that bullshit' expression. “(Y/N) darling, it’s time for a break! We’ve got Angie, Jarvis, and Howard working on it until we get back, we just need to make sure that nothing weird is going on here,” she promised, knowing that this project was important to you. She also wanted to save these little girls from their potential fate. “Now, can you smile for me and enjoy the scenery, take a breath of that crisp air, and let yourself rest?” she asked, holding your chin in her red, freshly manicured nails.

Here we know that Christmas will be green and bright

The sun to shine by day and all the stars at night

The sun was setting, giving the trees and ocean a golden glow and sparkle… as well as Peggy as she laid out on the deck, sunbathing. She sat in a hand-crafted wooden chair, red sunglasses over her brown eyes and a modest red swimsuit covering her body.

“Peggy, you haven’t moved in three hours,” you sighed, standing over her stretched out figure, your shadow casting over her face.

“Incorrect! I’ve flipped over twice,” she said, a smug grin tugging at her lips, “I want and even tan, y’know?”.

Your fingers printed the bridge of your nose as you sighed. She was not taking this seriously. How could she be so unprofessional? Peggy was the most badass, smart, and efficient woman you had ever met, and she had decided sunbathing was the best use of her time.

“Peg, shouldn’t we write out our report for the day and get that sent out as soon as possible?” you asked, holding back the venomous frustration on your tongue.

“Did anything weird happen?” she asked, not even moving from her comfortable position, “any suspicious behavior or events? Did you even get a call from our intel?”.

You pursed your lips, eyes cast down at the floor. “No…” you squeaked, gnawing at your lip.

“Then there’s nothing to report, therefore, we do not need to write a report,” she said, taking a sip from her bright-green margarita, “now go back inside and change out of that suffocating monkey suit, we’re going out for dinner,”.

You looked down at your dress-suit with a frown. “What’s wrong with my suit?” I thought I looked quite sharp…” you said, defensively adjusting the lapels of your jacket.

“You do,” she grinned, sliding her glasses down the bridge of her nose, “you look beautiful, but we’re on a gorgeous getaway and refuse to enjoy it; get yourself into some sandals and relax, darling.”.

“Then can we get some work done? I think we can still work on that Red Room case…” you asked, desperately wanting to get this done.

“Nope. Because after dinner, we’re going dancing,” she grinned, standing up and taking the last sip of her drink.

“You’ve planned this whole vacation haven’t you?” you sighed, following her back into the house, “are you trying to get me away from work?”.

She hummed, flipping her hair.

Mele Kalikimaka is Hawaii's way to say Merry Christmas to you

A plate of hot food was set in front of you as you worked at your desk. You looked up, hair disheveled, dark circles under your eyes very prominent as you rubbed the sleep out of your face. Getting a grip on your surroundings, you looked at the food that had been served to you. “Eggs and bacon?” you questioned, “but it’s the middle of the-” you looked out the window to notice that it was now morning. “Oh… guess I fell asleep…” you hummed, unsticking a piece of paper stuck to your face. Ew, were you drooling?

Peggy sat by you, setting a tall glass of orange juice on the desk as well, moving the festive mini-tree out of your way. “You did,” she said plainly, her lips set in a straight line, “you had fallen asleep around two in the morning… you didn’t even eat the dinner I set beside you…”.

Your face fell into an apologetic puppy face. “Oh, sorry Peg…” you sniffed, sliding the hot plate closer to you, picking up the fork to start eating.

“Darling, you really need to take a break,” Peggy said, quietly, putting a soft hand on your back, “you have been working yourself too hard… not eating, not sleeping… I’m pretty sure you’ve been wearing those same clothes for the past three days…”.

You pouted, not in the mood to talk about it. “Peg, I’m fine, I promise,” you said, setting your fork down to gulp down some juice. Oh geez, was this the first fluid you had consumed since yesterday? When was the last time you had water? “I’m just trying to do my job; I have a lot of responsibility here, you know that…” you said, holding her hand, stroking her knuckles with your thumb, “I’ll take a break when I’ve finished. We still have another week in Hawaii, right? Plenty of time to unwind,”.

Her brows furrowed at you, not believing you one ounce. She knew you better than anyone. You were so smart and dedicated, very responsible and amazing at your job… but you were a workaholic. You had the biggest heart, allowing you to do your job well and save a lot of lives, protecting a lot of people… but you never took care of yourself. “Darling… we both know that’s not true,” she said, cupping your face, leaning her forehead on yours, “please take a break. Come with me to the beach, get yourself outside and in the sun,”.

You let out a small whine, pulling your face away from hers. “Peg, no, I really can’t,” you insisted, taking her hands off you.

“Can you at least take a hot shower and put on some clean, comfortable clothes?” she begged, brushing your hair out of your face, “for me?”.

How could you say no to that face? Her big brown eyes staring at you, her bottom lip stuck out, red lipstick framing her pout. “Alright,” you nodded, taking another bite of your breakfast before getting up to go bathe.

Mele Kalikimaka is the thing to say on a bright Hawaiian Christmas day

That's the island greeting that we send to you from the land where palm trees sway

Here we know that Christmas will be green and bright

The sun to shine by day and all the stars at night

The balcony door was left open, a cool night breeze whispering into your room as the star's light reflected off the tranquil ocean water. Strings of Christmas lights wound around the deck gave the house a jolly vibe. As serene as the atmosphere was, you couldn’t sleep. You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the paperwork on the desk calling your name. Somehow, Peggy convinced you to go to bed at a reasonable hour, but, you still couldn’t help but feel guilty for not working.

You looked over at Peggy, who was sleeping so heavily it was almost like she was dead. Well… just one more hour of work couldn’t hurt. As long as you kept quiet, she wouldn’t know, right? That was your first mistake; assuming you could do anything without Peggy knowing.

As soon as you sat up, you felt Peggy grip your arm. “Where do you think you’re going?” she asked firmly, somehow able to sound intimidating while half-asleep, not even looking at you.

Your second mistake was trying to lie to Peggy, the spy whose entire job it was to lie. “Getting up for some water,” you said, not as all sounding believable.

“(Y/N)...” she growled warningly, turning around to face you, “tell me the truth… you were going to do more paperwork, weren’t you?”.

You sighed, nodding. “Yes ma’am…” you admitted, placing your hands gingerly in your lap.

“(YN/)... please…” she sighed, sitting up so she could hold you, “you’re working yourself to death! Please, relax…”.

“I can’t! I can’t relax when I know I’m close to freeing hundreds of little girls from the clutches of communistic warfare!” now you were up in a tizzy; you were passionate about this project.

“(Y/N)... Legally, I’m not supposed to tell you this, but… you’ve already saved them,” she said quietly. You were confused, your brows furrowing at her. “Angie looked over your research and was able to pinpoint one of the Red Room camps… while we’ve been away she’s been organizing a recon mission,”.

It took you a solid minute to process what she had just said. Partially because you were sleep-deprived and your brain couldn’t function like a normal human’s, but also because of the shock. You saved them? “Then why are we here and not back in Washington?!” you exclaimed.

“Because you weren’t at your peak performance, I was ordered to take you on a mandatory vacation to get you back into a healthy headspace,” she explained, “so we were sent here,”.

You sat in silence for a moment. “... So there’s no petty report thingy we were assigned?” you asked, feeling a bit betrayed.

“No… this was just a vacation,” she nodded, “I wanted you to have a good time, get back to your old self again… you can’t help others when you’re running on nothing but coffee and a ten-minute power nap,”.

She was right. Peggy was usually right. But none the less, she was right. “So I didn't need to bring all my research with me?”

“no,”

“And that's why you tried to keep me away from work, huh?”

“Yes,”

“... I should probably go to sleep now, huh?”

“Most definitely,”

You nodded, lying down, feeling a bit awkward, but, also a weird sense of relief. You saved all those girls… you found them… all your hard work paid off. You were kinda proud of yourself.

Welcoming arms wrapped around you as Peggy brought you in for some much-needed cuddles. “I love you, darling, you’ve done great work…” she smiled, kissing your head softly.

“Love you too Peg,” you yawned.

Mele Kalikimaka is Hawaii's way to say Merry Christmas

A very Merry Christmas, a very, very, Merry, Merry Christmas to you

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captainjimothycarter · 4 years ago

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I really love that Peggy and Sousa encounter each other in the future post 😍

I had to go back so many posts to find this post, lmao. This is a long one! 4k! This is so not what you wanted but I couldn’t stop writing???

Chaos was a normal way of life for Peggy. She had already accepted that when she signed up for the war, following Michael’s death. Being a codebreaker beforehand was hard enough and she was good at it, Peggy was good with her hands but it wasn’t enough. There was always that itch in the back of her head that just reminded her there was more that could be done and unfortunately, it took the death of her brother to realize what exactly she should be doing.

Then she met Steve, a scrawny Brooklyn Native who didn’t look like he should be breathing much less standing beside Dr. Erksine who insisted this is who he wanted for his experiment. It took very little convincing before this absolute mad man was nodding eagerly about this experiment, promising to keep the details under lock and key. As quickly as she met and no matter how hard she tried not to admit it, she lost Steve. A part of her heart went down with him in that plane and no promise to recover. To just move on because she had to.

Or so, Peggy thought.

Time travel was an idea of fiction on paper. She didn’t think it was real or something possible. Why would she? It was an amusing idea, one even Howard had tinkered with, yet as all ideas are, there is some truth to them. There had to be or otherwise, Peggy was insistent she was going mad here because Steven Grant Rogers was standing on her doorstep wearing clothes a size too big and with a bouquet of roses in hand.

The shattering teacup was the last thing she remembered.

That night, there was a long, long talk. One that went far on until they were both hoarse and bags under their eyes from lack of sleep. In reality, she was afraid to sleep. If she closed her eyes, Steve might disappear. This might be some hallucination from her imagination but every touch to his skin felt real whereas she couldn’t touch him before. He felt real when it came to the body heat and his heart. So, in conclusion, he had to be real, she just couldn’t accept it because he could easily be taken away.

There was this tale he spun for her. One about the future, about being frozen for so long, about how he fought in new wars, worse than their own, how the organization she was building in secret was destroyed from the inside out, how he had a key hand to it [and how very apologetic and downright hurt he looked by telling her this], how he has lost and gained, just to lose again, and how he got here. Time travel of all foolish things. And she wasn’t sure what was worst, the fact that he was here or the fact that she believing him.

Or the fact that she was going with him.

There was no other word for this beyond selfish but Steve had assured her that she wasn’t. Selfish wasn’t helping the greater good, he assured. They could rebuild Shield with the help of some new friends, start their life together. He would be there. And yet her life here? In this single, dreary apartment where the front door didn’t close all the way and her neighbor’s cat had snuck in and sprayed her bedsheets? Well, she didn’t think she was leaving much behind, so she agreed.

Steve did try to warn her. He did try to tell her about the future and the insane technology, not even Howard had agreed on. How Howard had a son [‘he’s hurt but he’s alive and he’s gonna be okay, Pegs, I promise.’ Funny, it sounded like Steve was convincing himself more than her], how Sargeant Barnes was alive, and the complicated history of Hydra behind it. He’d told her not to feel so guilty for it because no one knew but there was that itch, that self-guilt that told her they’d been so close to rescuing him. She just knew it, but they snuck out right under their noses.

There was a whole crowd of people waiting for her as they stepped through the portal, Steve holding the bag of essentials she’s packed. An outfit or two despite his insistence that they had clothes, a few files, photos, and even books. And of course...Steve’s photo that she kept close to her heart. She dressed comfortably, in her leather jacket from the war, slacks, and a blouse. The last she expected was a sharp whistle to cut through the crowd and to see a man with an eyepatch standing in the back.

Steve’s sigh told him all.

“Director,” he said harshly, almost standing between him and Peggy, as if to put himself in harm’s way. “This doesn’t concern you.”

“Oh no, taking people from the past and bringing them to our future doesn’t concern me,” Fury huffed, sounding annoyed and almost amused. “Tell me why in the hell did you bring Carter here.”

“Tell me why in the hell are you speaking about me as if I’m not here?” Peggy snapped, stepping around Steve and folding her arms across her chest with an unamused look. She swore the man’s lip twitched. “I can speak for myself and don’t need Steve to speak for me. I think it’s very clear why I’m here and beyond the obvious to help recreate an organization that you have very well allowed being destroyed by your greed and a blind eye.”

There was a smirk on Steve’s lips as Fury rolled his eyes and muttered something about having ‘other plans’ and ‘not officially director anymore’ that reminded her of the scrawny boy from Brooklyn. That he was proud of her. Oh, that did the heart wonders.

“Spunky as always, huh, Auntie?”

The voice made Peggy turn to find the owner. She felt like she was staring right at Howard Stark, except with more salt in his beard and more burn scars and a missing arm. This had to be Tony Stark. Steve’s friend, Howard’s son.

“Auntie?” She questioned, raising a brow to his amused look. “I think you’re older than me.”

Tony shrugged, still amused. “Maybe.” She scoffed as if not to say maybe. “Okay, I am but you practically raised me at points in my life. Not you, another you...the here...you. Steve, why did you have to make this difficult?”

“I did not,” Steve countered, wrapping his arm around Peggy to squeeze her close. “You’re making it awkward.”

Rolling her eyes and muttering boys, Peggy enveloped Tony in a familiar hug, mindful of the burns.

“Auntie or not,” she sighed, patting his cheek. “I think I can still wring your ear when you need to be reminded of your manners.”

An almost familiar redhead was watching her from behind Tony. There was a sense Peggy got from her that she’s seen her before. Or perhaps another version of her. Younger, with hair and outfits that changed colors, and words that taunted her and wrung in her head. With mysteries that they still never solved.

“Black Widow,” she breathed, much to Natasha’s amusement. “I’ve fought one of you before.”

“Dottie, if I remember correctly,” Natasha sighed, giving a small nod. “My trainers never quite let that go. You were always a pest on their side, even to the day you rescued me. Or well, you and Barton.”

Barton, she pointed out made her look over her shoulder to see a tall blonde with purple hearing aids and a boyish smile on his face. His hands wrapped around a leash, a golden lab at the end of it. Beside him stood a familiar sight. A very familiar site that took her breath away.

James Buchanan Barnes. Broader than she remembered the slender soldier, with long hair that was now tied back into a bun, and a shimmering arm of silver and gold. His stormy gray eyes betrayed the fear that echoed through him, one step more forceful than the next before he dropped to his knees at her feet.

Peggy was quicker and saw the fall coming from a mile away, dropping with him to catch him in time and envelope him in her arms. He held onto her tightly, she was his comfort, his solace, and he was begging her for forgiveness for sins she did not know but haunted him. She felt the stubble on his face brush over her neck as he buried his face into her, his shoulders shaking with every other sob.

“I have you,” she whispered, brushing his hair back, her face tucked into his neck to give him that peace. “I have you, little one. You’re okay.”

“You-you’re...younger…” He hiccuped, trying to force those old Barnes ways back through.

“Younger and yet wiser,” she teased. Looking up, she saw the crowd disperse with the promise of introduction at dinner. Far as she understood there was still a God she had yet to meet and these other...agents. The only people who stayed were Steve, Barton, Romanoff, and another man who stood beside them with bright eyes and a smirk that reminded her of Gabe Jones.

Pulling Bucky back after giving him a few minutes, she pressed their foreheads together, brushing the tears from his cheeks. Steve had crouched beside them, a comforting smile on his face. This close, Peggy could count Bucky’s full lashes if she so wished.

“Are you okay?” She whispered in French. Steve had gotten the basics of it when he was alive beforehand, but Bucky had been fluent.

The language made him blink, the Soldier was never taught French. It was a forgotten language. But Bucky, no he knew it. It made him smile.

“No,” he replied honestly. “Not really. You don’t understand because it hasn’t happened and I don’t think it will happen’ but I tried to kill you.” He took in a shuddering breath, avoiding looking at Steve. He wasn’t sure if Steve even knew this. “Hydra s-sent me to kill you, it was my first solo mission. No handler, no contact. In and out. I failed. You knocked some sense into me, literally, with a-a lamp post. It was...in some hotel I remember. We sat and talked. You tried to help me but I-I couldn’t let you get close. I told you of some names in..in Hydra that might be in Shield and...can remember my handlers torturing me when...when they died by your hand.”

“Damn right,” she grumbled. “Not about you...being tortured. Look at me.” She cupped both his cheeks and pressed a tender kiss between his eyes. “You are safe now, okay? You’re here and I’m not upset at you. Or going to hurt you. If...if you seeing me…”

“Stop being the selfless one for once,” Bucky snorted. “Jesus, no wonder you and Steve are perfect. You’d both take a bullet for one another.”

“Technically a grenade,” Peggy mused, making Bucky look up in alarm at the blonde.

“Steve.”

“It was...years ago, Buck, c’mon.” Steve shot Peggy a look, standing them both up and looking away as Bucky cleaned his face up.

“Did you jump on a grenade?!”

“It was a dummy!”

Peggy laughed at their bickering, hugging Bucky tightly to her and kissing his cheek. She’d missed him, no matter how much she wanted to deny it. She did miss him.

“I’m not going to avoid you, Pegs. Some days are gonna be harder than others, but I’m gonna be fine. I can’t avoid you.” He tilted her head up with the metal hand, giving her that trademark smile that reminded her of her older brother so much. “You’ll find ways to wiggle into my life later, but I...think you met my partners.”

Yes, partners, Peggy hadn’t misheard. She was reintroduced to Natasha, Clint, and now Sam. Sam, who was the great-nephew of Gabe Jones.

“I take it you kept these two in line?” Peggy teased, hugging Sam tightly who just melted into her.

“Hell no!” He laughed. “These two are hell-bent on getting themselves killed. I think they learned that from you.”

“Guilty as charged,” Peggy mused.

It was a full month later before Peggy was introduced to those fellow agents she was promised to meet.

There was Mack, now the official Director of Shield, and who was very humble to meet her and as only she could describe was a giant teddy bear. He even made Steve look small.

May and Coulson, two lovebirds who were dangerous in their own way and yet we’re still in love. May just looked amused as Coulson gushed about ‘being a fan’ and Steve just looked embarrassed for her. Then it was chaos after the ‘Avengers’ saw Coulson in their living room. The chaos of yelling about how he was alive and not told for so long. That was an argument that May and Peggy quickly escorted themselves out to have a friendly chat.

Three new people arrived a day later in a small, private jet. The first soul out of it was a small blonde, little girl who came to Peggy’s hip and had all the energy as a toddler should. She laughed when Peggy caught her so she didn’t run off towards the lake, spinning her around. The laugh made her smile. And even Steve who snuck up beside her.

“Alya!” Jemma sighed, running up to Peggy before skitting to a stop over the turf when she realized who spun her daughter around in a circle. “You’re...you’re…”

“I’m told you’re a fan,” Peggy laughed, holding her hand out and shaking hers and then her husband who looked amused. “Jemma and Fitz, correct? And this is?” She held her arm up where she now hung upside down on her arm.

“That’s our littl’ monkey,” Fitz laughed, scooping his daughter up and putting her on his shoulders. “Coulson called us about...this and we didn’t want to believe.”

“You didn’t want to believe,” Jemma countered, shaking her curls. “I believed him. Why would he lie, Fitz?”

“It wasn’t lying I was worried about! Normally people pulled from the past isn’t good! Look at Sousa!’

Time stood still and Peggy felt like her heart had stopped. She was fully aware people were staring at her. Steve had stood behind her, touching her cheek.

“Pegs?” He whispered, clearly worried. “Peggy, are you okay? Hey, hey. Whoa.”

He lowered her to the ground when her knees gave out, supporting her body. Jemma knelt beside her, sending Fitz inside with their daughter so Peggy wasn’t crowded. Even May had come out of the lake house to check in on them.

Peggy blinked a series of times, clearing her throat. She could feel Steve’s hand on her neck, checking her pulse. She felt like she couldn’t speak, her mind was stalled out. She forgot every word she knew. Everything had been replaced by his voice, his face.

While she didn’t harbor feelings for Sousa, while their kiss had been rash, and she decided not what she wanted, they parted on good terms. Really good terms. His death, his violent, needless death of a body floating in a hotel pool had made her choke on her coffee when the news was told to her in passing as if it was a normal thing.

“Sousa is alive?” She finally whispered, feeling her hands starting to shake even as Steve’s own closed around them. “He’s alive?”

Jemma and Steve shared a look above her, one Peggy missed. “Yes,” May replied over both of them, shifting so she was in Peggy’s vision. “Yes, he’s alive. And he’s doing wonderful. They’ll be here in a few hours.” She paused as if to consider her words. “He’ll be happy to see you.”

“Can you handle your jealousy?”

Steve looked up from the bed, where he was trying to rethread his boots with difficulty. He paused as the boot fell to the floor, the lace slipping out of it with a heavy sigh.

“Why am I jealous? No, how am I jealous? If I remember correctly, you shot at me for kissing…”

“No, I was shooting the shield.” Peggy reasoned, fixing her last curl into place before turning to face Steve from the mirror. “And you were kissing her!”

“No, she was kissing me. She kissed me and I couldn’t back away! I’ve told you, I didn’t want her, I wanted you.”

Damn Rogers and damn him for saying the right words. Peggy’s shoulders slowly relaxed and her eyes softened as she took the boot from his hand and wrapped him in a tight hug. “I know,” she sighed. “I see you kept the marks on your shield, after all this time.”

“Well, I had to have some keepsake to remind me not to fuck up again.”

They laughed, Steve slowly kissing Peggy as he savored every moment. He only jerked when there was a knock on the door, looking embarrassed as the door opened to a new face.

“Oh!” Daisy, breathed, her won cheeks tinging pink. “I can go if you two are busy. May just sent me to find you...two…” Her eyes fell onto Steve, then Peggy and a small smile grew on her lips as if confirming something to herself.

Peggy stood up, taking Steve’s boot in hand and lacing it in three easy strokes before handing it back to him. “I take it you must be Daisy, right?” Her hand held out to him and she smiled as they shook hands.

“And you’re Agent Carter. Jemma has told me everything about you.” She paused, her tongue between her lips. “And Daniel.”

“It’s okay, I’m not...jealous or anything like that.” She wanted to make that clear, even if Steve snorted from the bed. “You have anything to say, Captain?”

“Just to keep your gun away from a man who doesn’t have a shield,” Steve teased, pecking her temple. He nodded politely at Daisy. “Coulson has told me much about you and the rest of the team. He thinks highly of all of you.”

“Yeah, well for a robot...he has a lot of feelings,” Daisy laughed with a shrug of her shoulders. “Is your team still done yelling at him?”

“Friends, not team. And sorta? Thor already knew because of Sif. Tony was quick to forgive him. Bruce said he knew already from working with Fury on some side project. As for Agent Barton and Romanoff… well, they hold onto grudges for a long, long time.”

Daisy chuckled as they left, hands in her pockets as they walked down the hall. She didn’t miss how Peggy had taken Steve’s hand. “We know. Agent Romanoff has gotten May back for a few things during our time together. Try explaining to Director Fury at the time why five chickens were in her office once. It took us ages to get them out. I think Fitz still has nightmares about those chickens.”

“They’re dreadful beasts!” Fitz shouted from the kitchen. “Let’s not talk about the Chicken Incident, please.”

“They are not,” Jemma insisted, smiling at Peggy. “Are you feeling any better?”

“Wonderful, thank you. I’m glad someone knows how to make a proper cuppa. The bath and nap did help.”

Steve pouted when Peggy’s eyes shot over to him. “Hey, I tried to learn during the war. Unlike Pinky who just put straight up a leaf in hot water one time.”

“Steven, if that’s what you call tea, then I don’t want to know what you call coffee. You just don’t have that touch.” Peggy’s hand patted at his cheek, making Steve flush.

“Don’t worry,” a voice behind them said. “I tried through all my years with her and still didn’t learn right. Even Mr. Jarvis tried to teach me. I have too heavy of an American hand, whatever that means.”

Leaning onto his cane behind them stood Daniel Sousa with his still boyish, but more handsome face and a proud look in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. Peggy’s breath was in her throat as she saw him, her hand gripping Steve’s tightly. Everyone around them, save for Daisy and Steve suddenly found they needed to be elsewhere to give these people privacy.

“Hey, Pegs,” Daniel breathed, giving a warm smile. “Whoa, whoa hold on.”

He nearly fell if it wasn’t for Steve when Peggy darted to him and hugged him tightly. He had to admit, some part of him felt almost a little jealous until he saw Peggy’s shoulders shake. She had taken his death hard, she’d told him. The fact there was not even a body to bury had made it much worst and he wondered how much of that funeral reminded her of his own.

“She took it hard,” Steve whispered to Daisy, giving a sympathetic look to the pair whispering to one another. “Even if they were friends after...everything, she didn’t learn about his death until weeks after. Hydra was trying to cover it up. She blamed herself.”

“She’s really hard on herself, huh?” Daisy sighed, shaking her head. “Daniel has told me everything about them. Is this...weird for you?” At Steve’s confused look, Daisy shrugged. “Your...girlfriend with her ex? Is that weird?”

“Never really had anything to compare it to, so I supposed not. Daniel is an important part of her life,” he mused. “I just have to accept that, as she has to accept my friends are important to me. She knows about Bucky and I…”

That was the last thing Daisy had expected to hear, her eyes widening. “You and the Winter Soldier were…?”

“Bucky but yes, teenagers, during the war, Peggy was involved in it. And even after.”

“I think Coulson owes me fifty bucks,” she muttered.

“Mention it to Clint and you’ll get a hundred.”

“Captain…?”

Steve looked up from where he sat on the bench by the lake, watching Alya, Peggy, and Fitz look for ‘specimens’ in the shallow end of the lake. On the other side, Bucky and Lucky were going for a jog or more as Lucky was dragging Bucky through the marsh. In front of him stood Daniel, still with that boyish smile and leaning on his cane.

“Steve,” he corrected, scooting over and patting the seat. “Sit down. I know that thing has to hurt like hell. Don’t lie, I had to have a brace as a kid for my back. Felt like torture.”

“The whole straightening rod and all? Poor you. I see it’s done nothing for your posture,” he teased, groaning when he finally sat down. “It’s gotten better. I’m looking into better prosthetics, giving this up...feels sorta odd. Is that how the serum felt to you?”

“In a way,” Steve responded after a moment to think about it. “But in another, I didn’t know what the hell to expect. None of us did. I went in an asthmatic boy and came out...able to breathe and see color for the first time.”

“Was it Peggy?”

Steve looked over at him, raising a brow and Daniel shrugged. “When you saw color for the first time, was Peggy your first sight?”

The Captain sighed and laid his head back, rubbing a hand over his face. “Yeah. Red. First time I saw it, you know? I knew the color existed, been told it does, but seeing it...seeing her eyes...her hair… But that red, it stuck to me. Took my breath away. She was...beautiful. Still is.”

Even if she was covered in mud now by Alya giving up the hunt and having a mud-fight.

“I hope you don’t find it odd that I’m here, that Peggy and I talked,” Daniel replied after a few minutes of comfortable silence. “Peggy… Marge…”

“Look,” Steve put a hand on his knee and gave a gentle squeeze. “You and Peggy have a history, that’s okay. I don’t care. She’s important to you and you’re important to her. I’m not jealous. She took your death hard given everything at the time. You were there for her in times I couldn’t be and I’m thankful that you were a crutch for her to lean on. So, stop this...awkwardness...Pegs is important to both of us in separate manners. She’s gonna be here for a long, long time and I hope you stick around too. I like to think we’ll be friends even.”

He could even hear Bucky, in the back of his head, telling him what a kid he sounds like.

“I’d like that,” Daniel sighed, squeezing Steve’s hand gently. “She never stopped, you know? She never stopped hoping to find you. A part of her always kept looking. Always hoping, even if it was a body to bury. She’s always loved you.”

“I’m thankful for that because Gods know I fucked up a lot.” He gave a strained laugh, shaking his head. “She loves you too. In her own manner. It’s why your death hit her so hard.”

“Yeah, well, now we have all the time to make up for it.” Daniel stood up, holding his hand out to help Steve up with a small smirk. “Sure wish Thompson was alive right now. He’d so owe me ten bucks for even being friends with Captain America.”

“Don’t remind me,” Steve groaned, rubbing at his brow, hearing a heavy splash. He laughed at the sight of Lucky dragging Bucky through the mud before the man had the sense to let go and let the dog run off back towards the house. “That’s a face I wouldn’t mind punching, much shit as he gave Pegs.”

“Then I hope you don’t mind I’ve done it a time or two and blamed it on the alcohol,” Daniel laughed. “You want a few beers? I think they’re gonna be busy for a while.”

“Sure. What’re a few beers between friends?”

#Steggy #StevePeggy #Steggy Prompt #Nonny Prompt #PeggySousa Mentioned #Peggy & Sousa #Peggy & Avengers #Peggy & Bucky #[that relationship is special to me]#Peggy & Jemma #Peggy & May #FitzSimmons #Alya FitzSimmons #Ayla Fitz #Coulson gets yelled at #The SASS #Anyway sorry this isn't what you wanted #Daniel & Steve broship

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sunmoonandeddie · 6 years ago

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feelings are fatal (1/?)

pairing: bucky barnes x reader, past steve rogers x reader

word count: 3,854

summary: After the events of Endgame, you struggle to come to terms with what you’ve lost, though you’re learning that you still have something to gain.

chapter warnings: swearing, violence, endgame spoilers

masterlist

a/n: So this is gonna be an angsty bitch. Let me know what you think!

You stared down at the bed, feeling the exhaustion all the way down to your bones. You wanted nothing more than to crawl in and fall asleep, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You couldn’t bring yourself to bury yourself under the sheets and surround yourself with his scent.

Not after what he did.

And the worst part was that you couldn’t be mad. You couldn’t bring yourself to be angry with him for choosing Peggy Carter over you, because it was Peggy Carter and Steve Rogers. They were meant to be. Written in the stars. No matter what happened, the universe was always going to bring them back together. You couldn’t be mad at him because he’d finally done something for himself, instead of putting everyone else first.

It didn’t matter that you’d been together for eight years.

But even though you weren’t mad at him, you were absolutely furious with yourself. You were angry that you had allowed yourself to get close to him, allowed yourself to fall for him. After all, he was perfect Steve Rogers. He put the entire world before himself and risked his life time and time again. You… You were just another Red Room survivor with red in her ledger.

You felt another pang of hurt as you thought of Natasha. Your mentor, the reason you had joined the Avengers anyway. She had sacrificed herself in order to help save the universe, which meant you couldn’t be mad at her either.

You couldn’t be angry that the two most important people in your life had left you, so therefore, the only person you could be mad at was yourself.

Your eyes flitted around the room, landing on all the different signs of your life with Steve Rogers. The photo of you two on the bedside table that made the room horribly domestic, the two toothbrushes on the sink in your bathroom, his clothes hanging beside yours in the closet. Looking at all of it hurt more than you wanted to admit.

Taking a deep breath, you turned on your heel and left the room. It was too much, too soon. You couldn’t bear it. Your feet carried you to the kitchen, where Pepper was sitting with Morgan coloring. Your mood lifted slightly as you spotted the small brunette, who was the spitting image of her father.

“Y/N!” She said excitedly as she got down off her stool and ran to you, leaving her coloring books on the island.

“Hey, baby girl,” you said with a grin as you picked her up. She clung to you like a koala as you turned to the new widow. “Hey, Pep. How are you feeling today?”

She smiled weakly at you, though it didn’t reach your eyes. “Probably about as well as you’re doing.”

You scoffed, shaking your head as you pressed a kiss to her daughter’s head. “That’s ridiculous, Pepper. I lost a kind of friend and someone I occasionally slept with. You lost…” You swallowed down the lump in your throat. “You lost your husband, your best friend.”

“Don’t down play what you lost,” she said, though you didn’t dare meet her eyes. “Natasha was like your older sister, and Steve was more than casual. You were together for years.”

You shrugged as you set Morgan on the counter, though she still held onto you and forced you to stand in between her legs. Since her godmother had died, you had stepped in even more than you had before. “Doesn’t matter now, does it?”

You were grateful to her, for letting all of you continue to stay in the compound. It had only been a month since everyone had come back, and the world around them was still reeling. People were trying to find out where they belonged. Some of the Avengers had already scattered, Clint going home to his family and Thor deciding to leave with the Guardians. The only ones staying in the compound was Pepper, Morgan, Bucky, Sam, Rhodey, Wanda, Bruce, and you.

“Mind if I steal one of the empty rooms?” You asked the blonde, running your fingers slowly through Morgan’s hair. She was clearly ready for a midday nap just like you, though you knew she’d never go down easy. She was just like her father, refusing sleep until she literally passed out.

Pepper nodded, though it seemed like she wanted to say something. “Sure. I don’t mind.”

“Thanks, Pep,” you said, before hoisting the little girl onto your hip. “Alright, baby girl, you wanna watch a movie with me?”

She nodded happily, her eyes lighting up at the prospect of getting to spend time with you. Since she had been born, you were one of the Avengers who spent the most time with her. It was relaxing, getting to spend hours coloring and watching Disney movies. Made you forget the disaster that was outside for at least a little bit.

“Come on,” you said as you carried her out of the kitchen, one last nod to Pepper to let her know that you’d keep the rambunctious kid occupied for at least a few hours. “We need some Morgan and Y/N time, huh?”

She nodded as she buried her head in your shoulder. “Can we watch one of the princess movies?”

“Of course, we can,” you said as you opened up the door to her room. It was covered in pink, with bows everywhere. The Avengers plush toys on her bed made you tear up a little, but you quickly blinked it away. There was no time for that. “We can watch whatever you want.” She burst into giggles as you collapsed onto the bed with her, tickling her sides. “Which one you wanna watch, huh? Which one?”

She was laughing to hard to answer as she squirmed, trying to get away from your fingers. “A-Auntie Y/N! You’re tickling me!”

“No, I’m not!” You said teasingly, even though you most definitely were.

When you finally stopped, she laid there laughing for a few extra seconds, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. “Can we watch the Rapunzel movie?”

“You bet,” you hummed as you grabbed the remote and flicked it on, lying back on the pile of pillows. “Tangled is coming right up.”

The little girl suddenly grew quiet as she picked up the Iron Man plushie. “This is my daddy,” she said, her voice soft as she stared at it in contemplation.

Your heart caught in your throat as you watched her. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

“Mommy says he’s in a better place now,” she said, her small hand caressing plush-Tony’s head. “But I miss him.” She peered up at you with big brown eyes. “Do you miss Uncle Steve and Auntie Nat?”

You nodded as you looked at the little Captain America and Black Widow plushies. Right in between them was a plush version of you, in your suit and everything. “I do. Very much.”

“Mommy says that Daddy and Auntie Nat saved us,” Morgan said, her eyebrows furrowing. “Did Uncle Steve go with them to the better place? Is that why he’s not here?”

“Uh,” you said, trying to find the right words. You suddenly found the pink comforter extremely interesting. “Not exactly. Uncle Steve is still here.”

“But why isn’t he here here, Auntie Y/N?”

“Well,” you whispered, your heart breaking a little more. “He decided to go a place he could be happy.”

Her lips tugged down in a frown, and it looked so foreign on her sweet face that you couldn’t help but smile a little. “Was he not happy with us?”

You shook your head, pulling her close. You were trying to ignore how much it hurt, since the little girl was kind of forcing you to acknowledge what had happened. “Of course, he was. But Uncle Steve is from a long time ago, remember? He went back to that time.”

“But what about Uncle Bucky?”

Well, fuck. “He wanted to stay here with Sam,” you explained, thinking on the spot. “Because he knew that Uncle Sam needed him now that he’s going to be Captain America.”

Morgan’s face was so intense that it scared you before she said, “I’m going to need a new plushie with Uncle Sam as Captain America.”

You burst into giggles, nodding as you pressed a kiss to her forehead. “We’ll get one specially made just for you, okay?” You hit play on the remote, settling back into the pillows once again. “Now let’s watch this movie, yeah?”

About an hour later, Pepper peeked her head into her daughter’s room and couldn’t help but smile. You and Morgan were curled up together, fast asleep. The Iron Man plush was in the girl’s tight grip. Tangled was still playing on the tv, some song about light with a bunch of laterns.

“Is she asleep?”

Pepper whirled around, her heart racing as she spotted Bucky standing behind her. He looked rather ashamed of himself, glancing down at the ground. She carefully shut the bedroom door without so much as a click, not wanting to wake the two of you. “Yeah, Morgan—”

“I mean Y/N,” he said, wincing as he realized he had interrupted her. “Sorry. I’m happy that Morgan is asleep, too. But Y/N hasn’t really gotten sleep since—”

“Since Steve left,” she said, finishing his sentence knowingly. Even if you refused to be mad at the man, that wouldn’t stop her. She was so angry that he had left you, even if it was for the illustrious Peggy Carter. And even though she could understand that he was doing something for himself for once, she didn’t like that he had hurt you. You had been like a daughter to her ever since you’d joined the team at the age of eighteen, and her love for you had only grown over the past nine years. She cleared her throat as she tried to reign in her anger. “She finally asked for a new room today.”

“Took her long enough,” he said, glancing down the hall where your shared room with Steve was. He knew that it would be too painful for you to stay in the room the second you’d found out about what your boyfriend had done. “She can’t keep sleeping on the couch. I don’t care how comfortable it is.”

Pepper began to walk down the hall, leading him towards the kitchen where she’d been making lunch. “Did you see him today?”

The super soldier took in a deep breath as he nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I did.”

“How is he?”

“He’s…” He sighed as he tried to find the right words. “He’s great. Happy. He got to live the life he always wanted to.” Bucky scoffed as he shook his head. “Punk’s got a two story house with a white picket fence in Buffalo, of all places. He’s got pictures everywhere, covering every wall. Of his wedding, his kids, grandkids. The whole shebang.”

Pepper picked back up on making lunch as she had been before, making enough grilled cheeses to feed an army. Even without all the members of their patchwork family, it took a lot to feed them. The blonde had sort of taken over the task since she had taken to doing most of her Stark Industries work at home.

Knowing this group of superheroes, they’d forget to eat in their grief.

She slathered butter on a piece of bread a little more aggressively than what was probably needed. “Did he ask to see her again?”

Bucky didn’t confirm or deny, though his sigh said it all.

“He needs to stop,” she said with a huff as another rush of anger filled her. “She needs time—”

“That’s what I told him,” he insisted, running his fingers through his long brown hair. “But he wouldn’t listen.”

“He’s had decades to live with his decision,” Pepper said as she plopped the grilled cheese she had just prepared onto the skillet, butter sizzling against the hot metal. “She’s had a month.”

“I know.”

“I have half a mind to march over there and slap him ‘round,” she muttered darkly. “I don’t care if he’s in he’s all elderly now.”

Bucky couldn’t help but smirk at her. Even with her great loss, Pepper Potts-Stark was still Pepper Potts-Stark and always would be. She was never afraid to put someone in their place. “Feel free. You have his address.”

“I hope he has to walk with a cane now.”

“You know the super soldier serum prevented him from ever needing a cane.”

Pepper knew she was being a little unfair. “I know we should tell her that he wants to see her,” she said slowly, her voice dropping. “But I don’t want her to see him before she’s ready and get hurt all over again. She needs to process what’s happened before that happens.”

“Is she still denying that she’s got anything to be upset over?” He asked as he took a seat at one of the stools.

She flipped the grilled cheese. “Unfortunately. I thought she was making progress today when she went into their room finally, but she just looked around before coming back out and asking for a new room.”

“I think I might take her to the city tomorrow,” Bucky mused as he grabbed one of the finished grilled cheeses, much to Pepper’s irritation. “Try to get her out of her head and cheer her up a bit.”

“Is that a good idea?” She asked. “You know she won’t like you trying to take care of her.”

“I’ll present it as though I’m the one who needs distraction,” he said, knowing that he could use your mom-friend complex to his advantage. “I’ll tell her I still need to be shown around modern day New York City.”

Pepper slowly nodded as the came around to the idea. “Yeah. Yeah, that’d be good.” She stared down at the skillet, taking off the grilled cheese that had burned just a little on the one side due to her distraction. “I just really with there was more we could do.”

“She’ll come around,” Bucky insisted, sighing as he thought of how much his best friend had hurt you. “She just needs time.”

The next day found Bucky knocking on the door of your new room at seven in the morning. He knew you’d be a little irritated at him waking you up—if you had managed to fall asleep—but he didn’t care. He had plans for the day and it meant an early start. He wanted to be in the city by ten, and it was an hour drive.

It took a few moments, but he heard the sound of you getting off your bed and the shuffling of your feet as you made your way to the door. You cracked it open just enough to peek out at him. “Bucky? Why are you up so early?”

“I need you to go to the city with me,” he said with a bright smile. “You told me that one day when all the shit with the Accords was over that you’d show me around modern day New York. That day is today.”

“Bucky, it’s—” You glanced back at the digital clock that sat on your nightstand. “Seven-thirty in the morning.”

“You couldn’t do New York in one day back in my day, so I highly doubt we’re gonna be able to do it now.” He leaned against the doorframe, looking down at you with sparkling blue eyes. “But I figured we could try to get to as much as possible today.”

You glared up at him for another few long seconds before sighing and dropping your head. “Fine. Let me shower.”

His mind went to something Sam had said a few years ago when they were on the run, and he stopped the door from shutting with his metal hand. “You should dress nice.” He rubbed the back of his after dropping his hand from the door. “Or, whatever makes you feel nice.”

“Why?” You asked in confusion.

He shrugged as he stared down at the floor. “Right after the Accords happened, Sam told me that one of the best ways to feel better was to treat yourself nice. Take a nice shower and wear whatever you feel best in. It kind of worked.”

“You think I need cheering up?” You asked as you raised your eyebrows, crossing your arms over your chest as you immediately got defensive.

He shrugged as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “I think we could all use a little cheering up.”

You bit your lip as you looked up at him. “Fine. I’ll be out in a bit,” you said before letting the door shut behind her.

And as much as you hated to admit it, he was right. The hot water on your skin felt like a dream as you washed your hair for the first time in two weeks. A lot of the tension you’d been carrying melted away as you massaged your scalp, the suds from your shampoo dripping down your arms. You used a body scrub that smelled like pomegranates and shaved your entire body, even if it took a ridiculously long time. You even went as far as using a five minutes in-the-shower hair mask.

The last time you’d really taken a nice shower like this was before half the world had turned to dust.

You stared at the clothes in your closet for what seemed like hours as you clutched your towel to your chest, hair done up in one of those twisty things. Last night Wanda had helped you move all your clothing from your old room, simply levitating all of it into place.

You truly had no idea what to wear. It had been years since you’d dressed up, always choosing functionality over anything since you know, you were kind of busy trying to save the world.

In fact, you were pretty sure that the last time you’d dressed up had been you and Steve’s three year anniversary. You two had still been on the run, but you had risked putting on a nice dress and going to a slightly more upscale restaurant in Peru.

The Snap happened only four days later.

You had to push aside a horde of athletic clothing, as well as four of your superhero suits, before you were able to get to something remotely appropriate for what Bucky had requested. But the second your fingers grasped the soft, familiar fabric of your favorite sundress, you knew it was perfect. It was the perfect thing to cheer you up.

Forty-five minutes later, Bucky was sitting at the island and picking at the scrambled eggs in front of him. Bruce and Sam were both drinking their coffee, talking quietly. They were still coming to terms with everything just as much as the rest of the world, and what was left of their team was just starting to talk to really talk to each other.

“How are you, Bruce?” Sam asked, staring at the man with warm brown eyes. His years working at the VA had made him adept at reading the people around him, and his years with the Avengers had only made him an expert on knowing when his friends needed a little extra love.

The scientist sighed down at his own cup of coffee. He knew exactly what Sam was doing, but he wasn’t going to stop him. He was smart enough to realize that if the former group therapist leader thought he needed help, then he probably did. “I’m alive,” he said with a weak laugh. “That’s better than anything, right?”

“Hey, now,” the younger man said with a frown, “What did we say about using sarcasm and self-deprecating jokes?”

“That it’s a defense mechanism,” Bruce said with a bit of an eye roll. He knew that the man meant well, even if it was sometimes a pain in the ass to deal with.

“And?”

“And I don’t need a defense mechanism when I’m talking to my friends.”

Bucky had to give it to him, the man had done absolute wonders with the members of the group. He’d even managed to convince the former assassin to go to therapy less than five days after reappearing.

Sometimes he really hated how persuasive the man could be.

Sam then turned to look at the brunet, raising his eyebrows at the small smirk he found on his face. “You don’t get to say shit, Mr. Broody Pants.” He pointed at him, and Bruce just seemed to be relieved to have the attention off of him for at least a few seconds. “You push away people because you’re scared that they’re going to think you’re a monster, even though we determined a long time ago that you’re not.”

“He’s got ya there.”

All three men looked up to see you standing in the doorway, looking pretty as a picture. The yellow sundress you wore had brown buttons all the way down the middle, the thin spaghetti straps showing off your shoulders. Your hair was natural, but you had actually done your makeup. You were twirling a pair of sunglasses in your hands as you watched the men take you in.

“What are you all dressed up for?” Bruce asked, his eyes wide.

Sam rolled his eyes and elbowed the other man, ignoring the bit of coffee that sloshed onto the floor. “You look gorgeous, sweetheart.”

“I didn’t mean you didn’t look good,” the other man stammered, realizing how you might’ve taken his question. “You look great! It’s just—”

“Bucky told me that someone once told him that feeling good about how you look can make you feel better about all the other things going on in your life,” you said, your eyes flicking over to the man in question, who had yet to say anything. “Turns out, he was right.” And he was. As much as you hated to admit it, putting on your favorite dress and doing your makeup had made you feel worlds better. You felt like a woman again, and not just a world saving machine.

“We’re going to the city for the day,” Bucky explained to the other two, though his eyes never left you. “I’m holding her to her promise to show me modern day New York.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you put your hand on your hip. “Yet you’re the one who apparently has plans for the day.”

He shrugged with an impish grin spreading across his cheeks. “I have bullet points.”

“Bullet points?”

“Bullet points.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, wondering what exactly he had planned for the two of you. “Should I be worried?”

“Nah,” he said as he pushed himself off of the stool and started heading for the elevator. When he got there and you weren’t behind him, he called back, “You comin’ or what?”

As you followed him, you couldn’t help but wonder, What the hell am I getting into?

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes imagine #endgame #endgame spoilers #spoilers

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lovelyirony · 5 years ago

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"Maybe I’ll see you in another life/if this one wasn’t enough" from Florence + the Machine prompt lists, for winter13, please?

Sharon is no stranger to knowing tragedy. She sees the way Aunt Peggy’s lips curve up and fall slightly when she talks about knowing Steve Rogers. It’s a life that is not defined, not confirmed. But there was possibility. Sharon knows about possibilities.

When she’s eighteen, she sees him.

Winter Soldier.

The legend that Peggy tells her about.

“I’m not supposed to be telling you,” Peggy whispers. Sharon knows more about SHIELD than she should, but Peggy’s soft when it comes to Sharon. She knows Sharon’s destiny, knows that she needs to know more than the average recruit when she goes into the organization.

“Be careful,” Peggy says. “The Winter Soldier isn’t a myth. He’s real. They remade a man into what they wanted, and that’s...Sharon, you know how dangerous that is.”

She does. She knows that this person, whoever they are, will not hesitate to kill. He won’t listen to any pleas or bargains, because that’s not in his code. He will not stop, will not stray from the mission, and will not look at you--he will look through you.

Her graduation present from her parents is a trip to Europe. She gets to visit Vienna and learn all about old history, carefully taking note of suspicious characters. Peggy has come along to tell her all about World War II and the history of it, rare smiles gracing her face as she explains a prank Sergeant Barnes pulled on the rest of the division or the time Dum-Dum messed up ordering food.

They see him.

Winter Soldier is not on a mission for Director Carter--or rather, former Director Carter. He’s on a mission for someone else.

“We need to follow him,” Peggy says. “Sharon, get the car.”

Sharon has never driven in Europe before. But she manages just fine as she nervously presses on the gas pedal and they zoom forward. Winter Soldier is chasing after someone, and someone who knows it.

Aunt Peggy sees red hair and pauses.

“Sharon, get out of the car. Let me drive.”

Sharon is not allowed to tell her parents that she met Black Widow, or that Peggy dented the car hood by attempting to run over the Winter Soldier.

She also does not tell anyone about the fact that as she opened the car door for Black Widow and her charge, that Winter Soldier tore off his goggles and stared.

That was...unsettling. His eyes were brilliant. She could tell they were a light color from a hundred feet off.

“This your girl?” Natasha Romanoff asks Aunt Peggy.

“Yes.”

“I’m impressed,” she says. “Welcome to SHIELD, Sharon.”

“I’m not inducted in yet.”

“You might as well be, facing off the Winter Soldier,” she says with a snort. “Come on. Peggy, we need to start training.”

Sharon starts during college. She still goes to college, although her heart is not completely in it. She finishes her classes with passing grades, gets a degree in sociology, and moves on.

Natasha trains with her and she becomes skilled as all hell.

She still dreams of light eyes staring through her. The dreams are more like nightmares as they get closer and closer.

She sees him again when she’s in New York helping out with protection at an undercover science delegation meeting. Some of the most influential scientists are the ones you never hear about. Sure, they have published papers, but they also have papers that never see the light of day because it would change the fabric of reality as everyone knows it.

Winter Soldier doesn’t spare her a glance, not until she launches herself at him to knock him into an alley.

“Stop,” she hisses.

Sharon didn’t think this through. She most definitely is not on his skill level, and they both know it.

“Let me go,” he says, voice almost dead. “I have a mission.”

“So do I,” she says, “and it involves stopping someone like you.”

“You miss the point of my existence,” he says, almost robotically. “I am not a someone. I am a something.”

“You know the difference. Robots don’t,” Sharon says, dodging a fist that goes slamming into concrete. “Now back the hell off.”

In all of the missions that Winter Soldier can recount, (oh yeah, they’ll let him remember the decapitation but not his own fucking birthday. Classic) most of the agents that are sent to stop him are not this bold.

Because a.) they realize in the moment that they are outmatched and outclassed in every way that matters, and b.) they have accepted death.

Not this girl. No, she’s young and she’s fierce but she knows...she knows something.

This gets him distracted.

And this allows Sharon to be able to slash a knife down his leg, and it’s not the kind of cut that allows continuation to be done. He would survive, but this is gonna slow him down.

Begrudgingly, she has his respect.

He doesn’t tell his handlers about her. He doesn’t know why. Usually he’s fine with revealing anyone who got in his way, and usually someone catches onto the fact that he’s lying and make his brain circuits go pop. But not...not this time.

They believe the fact that a spare part from a crashed car knicked his leg as he jumped down. They stitch him up, give him a good old brain wipe, and send him to the freezer. He’s not sure when the next year will be, if they’ll even let him out again.

(There’s a joke about rent insurance in there somewhere.)

Sharon cut the Winter Soldier. She fucking cut the guy who people said would kill you. She got away.

This isn’t something you brag about. She could but then she’d be an asshole who everyone at the office hates. And instead of them stealing Rumlow’s lunch once a week, it’d be her.

And she likes that Rumlow keeps bringing quality food.

She doesn’t tell anyone. Well...Peggy doesn’t count.

Peggy is riveted, on the edge of her seat.

“You didn’t,” Peggy swears. “You didn’t!”

“I did,” Sharon responds. “But I don’t know what he told whoever he works for. I could be dead, Peggy.”

“Nonsense,” Peggy scoffs. “It’s been more than a week, correct?”

“A month.”

“You just told me this today?! And it’s been a month?!”

“...I didn’t want you to worry.”

“If you had told me the day of, I would have worried. But if they haven’t sent anyone to kill you, your little escapade is safe. Although it does make me curious...”

They sip on tea for a while longer and laugh about Sharon’s father, who is fretting about Sharon all over again. It’s a bi-monthly occasion, very entertaining for Peggy, who knows that Sharon knows a little over a hundred ways to incapacitate someone who’s up against her.

Sharon kisses Peggy goodbye.

Winter Soldier is woken up for another mission.

He remembers a woman with blonde hair and a firm ask for him to “stop.”

There’s a feeling that she’s important. There’s a feeling that Hydra doesn’t know anything about her.

He’s sent to make sure that SHIELD is destroyed.

Great. This is gonna go fantastically, he’s sure.

Sharon really knows what’s going on. Peggy had her suspicions, and made sure that Nick Fury thought outside the box. Hell, that he thought outside the universe. She knew that SHIELD would never be pure of intention. Peggy never was, why would her organization be? Humanity isn’t either.

She knows that Hydra is inside SHIELD and it’s looking for Captain America to be its first example.

Do they know it’s a Wednesday? Like honestly, it’s a Wednesday. It’s two p.m. She thought she would get herself a pizza tonight, make a wine night. Wine Wednesday. It would’ve been fun. Maybe Natasha could’ve come.

But no, Hydra decided they wanted to eliminate threats they couldn’t control so now she’s on the run from the guy the next office space from hers and has to deal with Rumlow bitching about people stealing his sandwiches.

“Your own fault!” Sharon yells, swiping his feet from under him. “You’re also just annoying as fuck!”

She then has to run.

She knows that Natasha and some special agent who was in the flight division are helping Steve and maybe Maria. Probably Maria. They wouldn’t have gotten as far as they had if Maria wasn’t in on it or if she was Hydra.

God, if Maria Hill was Hydra...

Couldn’t think about that travesty now. She has a world to save.

Steve, naturally, has been sort of a disaster. He makes it functional. She sort of wishes that she could make it functional, but she is not able to have that sort of function in her life, unfortunately.

He’s wearing his old uniform. She doesn’t know why, just that he’s stupid. She doesn’t care how carefully the restoration workers at the Smithsonian have repaired it, she knows his levels of stupidity.

And then he turns.

Winter Soldier.

Now, apparently, Bucky Barnes.

What a kick in the goddamn head.

She can’t even think. She doesn’t want to think, she just charges and kicks him out a window.

Steve slams the card in, they save the world, and she’s diving after a man with a metal arm. Metal is also falling from the sky, so you could imagine the level of difficulty she is under.

But she finds him. He’s a heavy guy as she lugs him to the shore, waiting for him to wake up.

“Who the--?” He’s coughing out water, trying to get up.

“I’d suggest you take a vacation,” Sharon says. “I think you have a lot of days saved up.”

Sharon doesn’t know why she leaves him there. She really doesn’t understand why she doesn’t just say “hey, come with me,” and then he decides to join SHIELD and Steve and him can bond over not understanding music apps.

But he needs to have time to himself, she reasons.

“You’re insane,” Natasha says to Sharon. Steve is trying to visit Sam and hang out, so they’re doing their own thing. “You let him go?”

“He needed to find his own life,” Sharon says. “You know Steve likes to define what he knows, and he knows Bucky Barnes. But I think Bucky Barnes isn’t really a sure thing right now. So we’ll find out.”

“Okay.”

“Hey. If I’m meant to have him in this life, great. If not, then that is what it is,” Sharon says.

She doesn’t know that Barnes did not hop a plane to Europe. Not yet, anyway.

No, he’s a block away in an abandoned office building. He’s not sure what he’s doing, just that he doesn’t want to leave anything yet.

She may hold answers. Answers that he wants.

#woo doggie this one is long #lovelyirony writes #winter13 #sharon carter #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #au of winter soldier the movie #also low-key why is this sort of funny #anwyays

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goonlalagoon · 5 years ago

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Okay so I know there’s a post around about the Beanstalk Crew mapping nicely into an Agent Carter character set up, but I’ve never watched Agent Carter and I’ve been reading various Avengers fic lately so we’re going with that for some AU rambling…

Jack and Cap have some obvious parallels - little guy with a chip on his shoulder and a heart big enough for the world (also: a shit ton of trauma and survivor’s guilt around the losses of the past), who thinks hero and means someone who can help every single person they meet.

Which puts George neatly as our Bucky; she’s a reluctant soldier but a damn good one, caught in the push pull of wanting to just rest but not being able to walk away from Jack (yet).

She goes down in the long fall and wakes up without her memories, in Thorne’s control…and then goes AWOL when sent to take down the Captain, because there are pieces of a picture niggling at the Slayer’s mind.

In some ways that suggests Liam as Erskine, but that doesn’t quite work for me in terms of time with the other characters, so I’m gonna go with Liam being one of the Howlies and Bea being our Peggy Carter equivalent (who founds Shield, so…I guess Bidi is all grown up in this AU? Or she’s a granddaughter not a daughter?)

Still on the Joneses, I superficially like Laney as Hawkeye for the sniper angle, but I feel that Black Widow has a lot of potential for her - it seems like a bit of a cop out, but it fits for me with the calculation edge to both of them, the way that Laney uses whatever she has to do the job and takes a long time to trust. It also gives the potential for some handwaving around Liam being her brother, and potential for conflict around how much Jack knows about her past, especially if we assume that Bea/Liam wasn’t a known thing

My immediate impulse for Grey is Iron Man (tiny snarky tech genius)…but I’m also going to mash him up narratively with Thor, I think - powerful and dangerous father, sibling a cold mirror with whom there’s a tense relationship, more power at his fingertips than anyone can dream of.

But let’s make it a bit neater, make him a demigod, not a god - a human father and a goddess for a mother, two children born before she vanishes back to her own world, no longer able to stay this side of a bridge. A father who had his hands buried in Nazi research and a hundred excuses and alibis on his tongue, who made it through the war intact and respected and had enough politicians in his pocket to make an arms empire that dealt under the table with the US (and to raise his children, for a given value of ‘raise’, and a given perception of ‘children’ that made them tools). His sister had already juggled things so that he disappeared off to the states with false ID for college before their father died in suspicious circumstances, and they haven’t talked since

He’s probably going to hear from her soon. It probably won’t be pretty.

Rupert is our Coulson; he’s the team leader who always has the briefing, an ear on the comms to check on everyone, no powers or special enhancements, just organizational skills, strict morals and a work ethic that’s almost unbelievable.

Heads is I guess is therefore Fury? Only less ‘waste my time and you disappear’ and more ‘please just follow instructions once in your life, I am not paid enough for this’

Sez (and Sally) aren’t SHIELD but Rupe takes on a lot of tips, direction and other unofficial missions for the Avengers from Sez

I don’t really have any clear ideas on who picks up Hulk and Hawkeye’s roles, though given I already merged Iron Man and Thor into one snarky bundle and also don’t have any clear fic plans for this, this isn’t a big issue right now

Ditto Falcon

I have not seen any Avengers films other than Captain America, Winter Soldier, and Avengers Assemble so that’s about it in my list of people to Assign Thematic or Superficially Coincidental roles to

The important point is that they all end up fighting crime and having post-mission movie nights together

Yes I am still stuck in the Avengers verse where they’re all living happily in Avengers Tower

#Leagues and Legends #AU rambling #I'm never sure with these things quite how much I want it to map exactly #honestly this was mostly me thinking about Jack as Cap and George as Bucky and snowballing from there #my writing #L&L fic

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joannie95 · 5 years ago

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Legacy Part- 25

Pairing: Carter! reader x ?????

Summary: Everyone knows Peggy Carter is a force to be reckoned with, who could have guessed her granddaughter would hold the same ferocity, if not more.This story follows y/n Carter’s life as she faces the obstacles life pitches her.

A/N: Since I explained the family I created for Sharon in the last chapter I will be referring to her as either Sharon or Agent Miller so it doesn't become confusing since the reader is also a Carter and Sharon never went by Agent Carter while working at SHIELD.

A/N: The descriptions for each weapon were found on Wikipedia

Warnings: None

Phil, Clint and Natasha stand in the corner as they watch you work. Ever since you saw Sharon you locked yourself in your lab; instead of sitting around and pouting, you decided to be productive.

"She looks angry." Phil notices the look on your face.

"Of course she's angry, you didn't tell her Sharon was here." The redhead stated.

"I did tell her!" He tried to defend himself.

"Actually you waited till she cornered you to tell her." The archer started laughing.

"Are you ladies done chatting, I'm trying to work over here." You heard a chorus of sorrys coming from them.

"Go find out what she's doing." Natasha slightly pushed Phil in your direction.

"Do you think I have some sort of death wish? Clint should go check."

"What? Why me?" He argued.

"You named your baby after her, do you really think she'd hurt you for bothering her."

You clench your fists and let out a breath; you were getting very irritated with them at this point, and were close to snapping. They started to get louder, arguing about who had the guts to bother you. "Alright, that's enough!" You slammed your hands down on the table. "You can either keep quiet while I work or leave."

"Sorry." They all looked down and mumbled in unison.

"Now if you'd all shut up for a second I can show you your new weapons." You said with a smile.

Natasha and Clint looked at each other and ran up to you with excitement in their eyes.

"They need a few adjustments but they're just about ready. Nat, I made you an electroshock weapon that can deliver electrical high powered discharges from two bracelets worn around your wrists when activated." You connect a few more wires, close up the panels and hand them to her.

"Each bracelet illuminates blue lights charged from electrical capacitors that wrap around the circumference of the bracelet allowing you to electrocute someone upon contact. I call them black widow's bite."

"Oh, I'll definitely get some use from this." She slides them on and watches in amazement as they light up.

"Clint I actually made you a couple of items. The first is a collapsible bow along with a specialized arrow quiver that is designed to organize and store arrows as well as assemble and present them on demand." You snap your arm and open the collapsible bow as you hand it to him.

You hand him each arrow as you list them off.

"They come with a standard arrow, a stun arrow that is non-lethal and knocks someone unconscious or into a dazed semi-conscious state. An explosive arrow that serves as a remote explosive that could be triggered via the remote in your bow. These arrows contain an explosive tip that can be detonated at any time after it's been fired on impact. Lastly, a grapple arrow with three small claw-like prongs that was made to function as a form of grappling hook."

"The second is a wrist bow that stores seven miniature arrows, three on either side and one in the centre already drawn ready for quick fire. Once it's fired another arrow moves into the center it includes standard arrows and grappling hook arrows."

He straps on the wrist bow and shoots an arrow that narrowly misses Phil.

"This is amazing." He lets out a laugh

"Do you guys mind giving Y/N and I a minute?" Phil walked up to the three of you.

They both furrowed their brows and gave looks of hesitation.

"It’s fine, I'll meet you guys later." They both walked out as Phil walked towards you.

"I know you're mad, and I'm sorry."

You let out a long breath.

"You know I'm not mad Phil, you know how I feel about Sharon so the fact that you didn't give me a heads up that she's here just hurt."

He pulled you into a hug. "I'm sorry, I promise if I ever hear anything you'll be the first to know."

"Thank you, Phil."

You both looked up when you hear Albert’s voice. "Miss Carter, Director Fury wants to speak with you.

"Alright, thank you, Albert." You look towards Phil with a raised brow. "Do you know what that's about?"

"Absolutely no idea." He puts his hands up in defense.

"What can I do for you, Nick?" When you arrive at his office you see him sitting behind his desk and Sharon standing to the side. She rolls her eyes as you walk up to the desk.

"I need you to train with Agent Carter, show her what to expect."

"You mean Agent Miller." You scoffed and crossed your arms.

You could see the look she was giving you, if looks could kill you'd be six feet under.

"No, find someone else. How about Natasha I'm sure she'd love to show her how it’s done." You said with a smirk on your face.

"I wasn't asking Agent."

"Nick, I'm sure there are better people I can train with."

"That's Director to you Agent, don't forget it." He raised his brow towards her.

You let out a small chuckle but once he looked at you, you covered your mouth and tried to pass it off as a cough.

"You two will train together and that's final."

"Yes, sir." You both mumbled and walked out of his office.

You turned and looked towards Sharon.

"Meet me in the training room in one hour. Don't be late." You walked away, not giving her a chance to speak.

You were sparring in the gym with Natasha and testing out her new weapons.

"She's half an hour late Nat, how does she expect us to take her seriously if she can't show up on time." You moved side to side, dodging every punch she threw.

She caught you off guard grabbed you by the wrist and flipped you onto your back.

"I don't know what your problem with each other is, but if this is how its always going to be, then I can't work with her. If we're going to be out on the field together, then I need to trust that she'll have my back, and being late is not helping her case."

Before standing back up you swept your feet and knocked her on her back. As you helped Natasha back up the doors swung open and Sharon walked in your direction.

" Agent Miller, you're late. When I told you to meet me here in an hour, I meant it."

"I'm here now aren't I?" She scoffed and rolled her eyes.

You walked up to her so you were right in her face.

"That doesn't matter, I gave you a specific time and you should have been here. If you're not gonna take this seriously then you can walk out that door."

"Yes, ma'am." She spoke with gritted teeth. You weren't sure if it was your tone, the fact that Natasha was standing behind you, or that you were giving her a threatening look, but she stood down.

The next hour was spent with you sparring with Sharon, knocking her on her ass a couple of times as Natasha watched from the sides.

"That's enough for today,” You slightly shoulder check her as you walk out. “Next time we train together, I expect you to be on time."

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mhalachai · 5 years ago

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A decade that was - looking back at 10 years

I have just enough introspection left in me to pull this off - let's look at what fanfic disasters I've put out over the last ten years, shall we?

2010 & 2011

I was between fandoms at the time, but I had a Criminal Minds kick for a while.

Immutability: Once part of the team, always part of the team. That's what Spencer told himself as he walked up the stairs.

Branching Out (Criminal Minds/Stargate): Jennifer Jareau's first day as liaison for the Department of Defense really wasn't what she expected.

In Darkness (Criminal Minds/Harry Potter): To the world around him, Aaron Hotchner is a (somewhat) normal FBI agent, with a somewhat normal son and a moderately normal life. He's never told his team who he was... before. When he was known as Aaron Black.

These Small Bones (Doctor Who/Harry Potter): It starts with a girl. With him, it usually does.

2012

I dabble in time travel with this next one, and I still really like how the paradoxes of time hold up.

Marking Time (Doctor Who/White Collar): These are the things Peter Burke knows about Neal Caffrey's beginnings. None of these things are true.

Next up, a little four-part Criminal Minds series, featuring Spencer Reid (genderswapped)

Fragility Optional: Given all that's happened, you'd think no one would expect Spencer Reid to put on high heels and slink out undercover.

But this was also the year that Avengers came out, and my love for Natasha Romanoff sent me down an amazing rabbit hole for the next couple of years, an Avengers/Stargate crossover series in which Natasha Romanoff was John Sheppard’s mother. And that was the least complicated part of it.

A Widow's Tale series (a 10-part series)

The main pieces of this series are Widow Maker, Baba Yaga's Children, and Old Soldiers, the other bits and bobs lead up to it.

I also dabbled in a bit of Teen Wolf this year, starting Child of the Wolf (Avengers/Teen Wolf) and getting the first five chapters out the door in November-December before I got stymied - I would come back to this 7 years later, see below.

Child of the Wolf (MCU/Teen Wolf): Caught between hunters and werewolves, Stiles almost doesn’t have time to wonder much about the hot new redheaded Deputy Sheriff or the bow-wielding sarcastic gym teacher. Almost.

2013

Before Agent Carter came out, I wrote a Peggy Carter biopic, going off the riff of, what if Peggy had touched the Tesseract and stopped aging? It's two-thirds done.

Rhapsody in Blue: For decades, Peggy Carter has had only two constants in her life: Howard Stark, and the Winter Soldier.

2014

Agents of Shield came out and as I tend towards dark-haired girls with mysterious powers, I latched onto Skye for five minutes. Here's a quick installment...

Hell's Gate: In the wake of revelations of Skye’s past, Phil Coulson wasn’t expecting to find out what happened to Skye’s parents, and certainly not from a former Russian agent turned SHIELD operative showing up unannounced on his plane.

And oh! I finished Inevitable! My Anita Blake/Harry Potter epic, started in 2005 and in limbo for a number of years, I finally got it wrapped! Although, epic; I am fast closing in on its wordcount with Hour of the Wolf.

Inevitable (Anita Blake/Harry Potter): A late-night run-in with werewolves in the woods outside St. Louis dumps Harry Potter into a whole new world of trouble. Now Anita Blake has to deal with a new charge as well as Death-Eaters come to town.

Also in 2014 I started my baby, Hands of Clay, my Stucky kid!fic in which I attempt to give Bucky and Steve a happy ending, and Natasha and Clint happy childhoods.

Hands of Clay: James Barnes leads a busy life as a single working father in New York. But when his childhood best friend Steve Rogers falls back into his life, James will have to re-learn what love, friendship and family are really all about.

Also randomly I wrote a small Night Court fusion with the Avengers that I still love and am including it in the list.

Then Thor: The Dark World came out and after I punched a wall at yet another MCU mother getting fridged (Frigga, fridged, get it?) I started a resurrection fix-it featuring Loki’s children on earth, that was going to be great only I lost momentum, but the structure of this were good.

Hel's Bones: Magic pulled Frigga back from the realm of the dead, but not even Loki's children can shield her from the consequences of long-ago actions coming back to haunt her.

2015-2016

the rest of 2014-2016 were consumed with Hands of Clay. But then! Tumblr caught my eye with a figure skating anime, and after the longest time, I checked it out. Which led to

2017-2018

when my Yuri on Ice! phase began.

First up, we have the Blood in the Water series:

Water's Edge: For years, Yuuri had heard people say Viktor’s skating was otherworldly. He never thought they were being literal.

Undertow: Viktor Nikiforov has spent his entire life pretending to be normal. It's never enough.

There Be Dragons: Seven-year-old Otabek knew two things - he wasn't really related to a dragon, and he was never going to fall in love. Things like that belonged only in fairy tales.

A Late Frost: The one thing that Yuuri didn't expect about the World Figure Skating Championships in Boston was that beating two world records and winning a gold medal was going to be the easy part. (WIP)

I also wrote a bunch of YOI one-shots:

Midnight Salchow: Yuuri is convinced he has hidden his shameful past as a writer of Viktor Nikiforov RPF. Yuuri is mistaken.

Eight Days A Week: okay but a nanny!AU where Viktor has somehow acquired a bushel of children and needs a nanny to help care for his screaming brood - enter Yuuri, freshly retired from what he thinks was a failed figure skating career, and in desperate need of money to help pay off his student loans.

Sex Maniac: Katsuki Yuuri, Grand Prix silver medalist and a sorry example of a human being, was seventy percent sure that sleeping with Viktor Nikiforov had turned him into a sex maniac.

The Trials of Anteros: Of course Yuuri knew about Viktor’s hockey-playing twin brother; everyone in the figure skating world did. But given that Viktor had never mentioned the man, Yuuri never expected to get home one day after practice to find Vladimir Nikiforov cluttering up their apartment.

An Uncertain Arabesque: Yuuri never went to the banquet. Viktor never looked into the eyes of a beautiful, sloshed Japanese figure skater, never had the spark brought back into his life with the idea of coaching, and of love. Viktor never saw the gash in the ice, not in the last minute of his free program at Russian Nationals, and couldn’t prevent his blade from catching in the depression, sending him to the ice with a broken knee and a ruined skating career. Viktor never saw any of it coming.

Silver and Glass: February 14, the Four Continents started in two days, and Yuuri was freaking out. Valentine's Day was the least of his worries... or so he thought.

and lastly, the fantasy swordmaster AU that consumed my summer vacation in 2018:

And each man stands with his face in the light: After the carnage on the fields of the Elven Wars, Viktor Ivanovich, general of the northern armies, was done with fighting. When Prince Regent Yuri asked him to track down the mysterious man who slew the Elven King, Viktor complies, hardly knowing how that one action will change his life forever...

Also in 2018, something kickstarted me down the road of wondering what it would be like if Clint Barton (Hawkeye) was raised by Susan Pevensie (formerly queen of Narnia), as one does.

Turn, Archer, and Heed the Wild Hunt (MCU/Chronicles of Narnia): In the summer of 1983, Clint Barton goes to live with his new foster mom in the middle of nowhere, Iowa. Now he just needs to figure out how negotiate this new life... and also what's up with all the strange things happening in the night.

2019

And as I mentioned in yesterday’s, post, 2019 was the year of salt, in which I got cheesed off at Avengers: Endgame and resurrected Child of the Wolf, and then started my current obsession with time travel and other paradoxes:

Hour of the Wolf (MCU/Teen Wolf): Allison Stark has spent her entire life trying to live up to her father's sacrifice. But when the universe itself starts to dissolve, desperation and magic come together to push Allison back in time to try to right the wrongs.

2020

Who knows where we go? I hope it's going to be great :D

Thanks to everyone who's been hanging out with me in this pocket of fandom!

#my writing #year in review #decade in review #i have been doing this for way too long #what's that saying?#try and fail #then try again and fail better?#that's this decade for me #thank goodness for AO3

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the-blackest-spider · 4 years ago

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send me a misconception you think people have about my character and I'll explain if it's true or not. | Accepting

@inanisvitae left a message: Misconception: that Nat is not exactly capable of loving, that she's mostly in for herself, that her past as a double agent of sorts makes her unreliable.

I am quite amused at how we asked each other similar questions for this. :) Also this is so damn long because I decide heeey let’s talk about canon and then briefly touch on headcanons other verse things!

Below the cut because yeah, looong post.

But this is, yeah such a very misconstrued thing about Natasha, because it is both true and not. Natasha has these lines that she has created throughout her life that she balances herself upon most of the time, but also crosses one way or another as she so desires or unfortunately needs to.

She very much loves and so very hard and deep. Even despite, depending upon the verse who created her and tried remove the capability from her to do so.

In her canon, the other twenty seven girls she started in the Red Room with, they were allowed to be friends, to get along and find comfort in one another and then one day they were taken for a training exercise in the harsh, unforgiving Russian wilderness with only enough provisions for one to survive. It was a traumatic experience, and while not much detail beyond that is given, I’d like to think that her “sisters” forced her hand, that the situation made them all realize that it was me or them and in order to survive, as us humans are predispositioned to do, Natasha (Natalia at this time) learned her first lesson that she could do what was necessary, even if it killed some part of her to do it.

It was probably that scenario that made her begin to develop that closed off, keep to herself defense mechanism that she has often displayed when it comes to how close she lets others get to her at first, even though all she wants is just a normal, every day, average connection with someone.

Another instance in her canon, from which this quote comes from. She was either fifteen or sixteen years old and fighting with worn soldiers in the countryside of Slovakia and there she met the first love of her life and probably, honestly given the circumstances the most tragic, Nikolai, who was not much older than she was. They married with ribbons for rings when she became pregnant and it’s figured that he was killed in action before she gave birth, to their daughter, stillborn because of the enhancements the Red Room gave her. She named her Rose and buried her in the Slovakian woods near the home of the midwife that helped her give birth and then ever since has visited the location throughout the years when possible (I headcanon she does it every Mother’s Day).

Then there’s her tryst with as she knew him at the time, The Winter Soldier or Soldier or Soldat, James Barnes. He was to train her to become even more of an asset to her Mother Country, but in each other they found refuge from their situations and taught one another how to love despite the world they were a part of. But then of course it all gets ruined as their affair is discovered and for punishment, the Soldier is frozen and stored away in a warehouse like some object. Natasha makes the mistake of trying to find him and does, the horror of seeing him in that cryo tank is a sight that would forever haunt her, and it was her fault he was put there.

Then her country decides to let her have a “normal life” of course under their wants, they allow her to marry a man, Alexei Shostakov, a famed pilot in the Russian army. But again, someone she cared about is taken from her at the whims of her creators, who decide that Alexei is to become Russia’s take on Captain America, Red Guardian, and thus a crash is staged that he perishes in, leaving Natasha as an actual widow for the second time in her life.

So, I reason because of all this and other moments in her history, that she is afraid to love people, to allow them to get close to her, because everyone she’s loved, something bad happens to them and clearly it has to do with their association with her. A Black Widow indeed.

But, at the same time, all these moments, as she says are the ones that taught her to love, and she keeps that part of her so very protected and safe because she values the ability to do so, she fought so hard and struggled to retain it after all. Most who would go through these kind of situations would probably be done with love and make sure to keep people away from them, to keep them safe and to a degree I think she does this, for a time, but she so badly craves love, that her walls fall down after a time and she instead does everything in her power to keep those she loves as safe as utterly possible rather than keep them at arms’ length or make them want to not love her.

Now all of that, was not really used in her MCU version, but still, obviously some stuff happened that makes her guarded and fiercely protect those she loves, that makes her so selfless to sacrifice herself for an entire universe.

The MCU shows how her balancing on those lines she has created, especially with her love for others can make her have to make choices that divides her or puts her in the middle of situations. Perfect example, Civil War. She wants to keep her Family together, she says as much to Steve after Peggy Carter’s funeral. But at the same time, she understands Steve’s stance. She respects it, because she cares about him, and even though she and Tony often butt heads, she cares about him too, which is why she berates him after the battle at the German airport to stop being selfish and thinking only of himself. She knows he’s better than that, she knows they’re all better than what they had just done Which is why at the last second, she made the choice to let Steve and Bucky escape, because for her, it was the right thing to do and she realizes in the mess of that whole conflict that none of it should’ve happened in the first place and she should’ve done whatever was necessary to stop it from going that far.

So yes, her actions in Civil War are a good example of her being in something for herself as far as love is concerned, but again it isn’t about her specifically, but her seeing the big picture of a situation, which draws me back to her comic canon and the fact, that when she has to, she makes tough calls and does, again as I said, what is necessary.

“If you could take Hitler out, would you do it? Sure. Yes. Easy. Most of us would. What about Oppenheimer? That’s when things get interesting. Could you follow orders to kill a man because the product of his genius would become a weapon of war? Could you pull that trigger? Yes. I can. I did. And that, as much as anything, is what makes me the Black Widow.”

As Fury tells Steve, in Winter Soldier, Natasha is comfortable with everything. She is willing to do the things that others cannot or should not do. She is willing to cross lines, do terrible things, horrors, to keep the weight of guilt off the shoulders of others and she could, even though it could possibly, literally kill her too, kill someone she loves because they’ve gone too far. Would it be a last resort? Absolutely. But, she could do it. Some would say that makes her heartless and cold, and they’re not wrong, but she is capable of many things, she is not one note or two note.

So Tony calling her a triple imposter, isn’t wrong. Because she is, she has to be, to be capable of what she is and to some, that does make her unreliable, untrustworthy and so on, because they don’t understand her, they don’t know her or everything she’s been through that has made her the person she is.

Natasha loves because of what she is capable of, because it soothes her soul (when she had one) and is the balm to all the terrible things she’s done that she would ultimately do again and does keep doing.

This all extends to the other two major verses I’ve created for her. In Star Wars, she tries to run from the man who uses her like an assassin attack dog, and treats her like his play thing, she finds escape a couple of times, but for one brief moment in her past she does with the man she loves, who trained her (my headcanoning of James Barnes/Winter Soldier for Star Wars) and is chased down by another operative and he is most likely killed as an example to her not to step out of line again. So she is of course so very reluctant to get close to anyone after that, but she does and she does everything in her power to keep them safe from her Master.

In her Final Fantasy VII verse, she doesn’t remember that she had a whole other life before she was a Turk, because Shinra ripped it from her and made her kill the man she was going to marry (which she also doesn’t remember properly), who was trying to desperately to give her the life he felt she deserved. But still she knows, she feels so strongly she is capable of loving and she’s loved before, otherwise why would she get these feelings? Why would she care about her fellow Turks and others she comes to know? Again, as with the Red Room, Shinra tried to make her into this weapon to be used, but they couldn’t rid her of her capacity to love. They can continue to try and control her with the mako injections and the lies, but they cannot change the core of who she is and will always be, a woman ruled by her heart.

The Red Room couldn’t do it, Palpatine couldn’t do it and no one else ever can either.

TL;DR: Despite all of the terrible things Natasha has been through or continues to go through in any of her verses or canon and the horrors she is capable of committing, she has a big heart, she loves both unselfishly and selfishly like anyone else. It is because of the things she has experienced that she loves, because it is the one thing that is important, and that gives her hope and makes her feel human even though she often doesn’t feel she is. But at the same time, do not let her ability to love make you forget what she is, she is a killer too and she will do what she has to do if it comes to it, if she has no other choice. And if you hurt someone she loves, there is no where you can hide or run that she cannot find you.

#widow responses #widowcanon #here have Cat going on for almost four pages about her muse #clearly I have strong feelings about this XD #as I suppose one should #now to go get breakfast since its been 30 mins after taking meds and get stuff done I gotta do

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3. Chase (NatSharon)

Rating: Teen and up

Words: 974

Fandoms: MCU

Characters: Sharon Carter, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton (Briefly)

Additional tags: -

Summary: "Sharon was one of the best agents of SHIELD and the great-niece of Peggy Carter. She should be able to figure out what was going in the head of the red-headed Russian spy, but she couldn't. And it annoyed her, to say the least."

Sharon has hard time reading the Widow after they start going out.

Story below the cut or in AO3 here

Femslash February prompt list in use

Sharon had gotten about enough of Natasha's games. She cared of the former assassin dearly but she wasn't exactly sure what the other woman wanted.

Everything had started after a mission gone wrong after which Sharon had fallen into bed with Natasha. It seemed to be a good way to channel some feelings out for both of them. After that it happened more. It was always Natasha who came looking for Sharon. Everything was fine if you asked Sharon, well at least until Sharon actually asked the other woman on a date. Natasha answered yes. The date went nicely enough but something was different after it. Sharon saw her less and she didn't come looking for her like she used to. They had another date and nothing felt different during but afterwards Natasha acted the same again.

Sharon wished she was closer to Barton, so she could ask him for advice. She had gone out for drinks with Maria one night and asked for help but the deputy director had only said something about not wanting to get on the wrong side of the Black Widow. Phil might actually have some ideas, but she’d rather not discuss her love life with him.

So she tried to act normal around Natasha and ask her out every once in a while, but she couldn't figure out what was going on. Sharon was one of the best agents of SHIELD and the great-niece of Peggy Carter. She should be able to figure out what was going in the head of the red-headed Russian spy, but she couldn't. And it annoyed her, to say the least.

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Fury had put the two of them on the same mission. He needed the best agents for it and who else would he pick than the Black Widow, Hawkeye and Agent 13. Sharon was not happy about Barton's presence. She would've probably been able to actually talk to Natasha during this mission but she wasn't going to do that while he was there. Barton was probably able to sense that something was a little off between her and Natasha. Because when they were done with the mission and back in the quinjet heading back to base, he looked at them both a couple of times but stayed silent. He was probably waiting for either of them to say something but Natasha was just looking at the floor and Sharon was checking out her gun.

"Well if neither of you will talk, I'll talk. I know you two have something going on and I don't know what happened but I'd like my bestfriend back to normal," he finally said way too loud considering the small space they were in. Sharon was pretty sure the pilot was able to hear him as well.

"I'm normal and nothing is going on," was all Natasha said. Sharon scoffed at that.

"Yeah, no. I'm not buying that. Nat, something is clearly bothering you. Why can't you just speak?" Barton was apparently really focused on fixing their relationship at this point. Sharon wasn't sure how to feel about that.

"Like I said. Nothing to talk about."

"Nat…"

"Clint, just drop it. Okay?"

Barton just nodded but Sharon wasn't gonna drop it at that.

"Really? You've been almost avoiding me these past couple of months. And you're telling me, that nothing is wrong. Nat, I don't know what is going on with you. But I'm definitely done chasing after you, if you really want something from me it's your time to come to me."

And with that Sharon got up and went to sit next to the pilot in the cockpit for rest of the flight.

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Later that day Natasha knocked on the door of Sharon's quarters. Sharon had barely opened the door before Natasha was in her room, the door closed and she was pushing her towards the small bed. So, it was gonna be like that then.

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"Hey, are you gonna talk about it?" Sharon asked this question as Natasha was pulling her shirt back on. She sat back down to the edge of the bed.

"Well it's not like I can run away from this conversation forever…"

Sharon sat up and reached for Natasha's hand giving it a squeeze.

"I've never done this before."

"What? Been with a woman because I gotta tell you, you could've fooled me."

"No. Relationships. In the Red Room we were taught that love is for children and I've never been with anyone for actually wanting it. It's always been a mark or a way to get information out of someone. It's been part of the job."

"So you're telling me you want to be with me. So what have the last few months been?"

"But you could have anyone. Pretty sure Steve would still be up for going out with you. So I don't understand why you would be with someone who's done so much bad in this world."

"That's what this is about? Natasha, we both know that it was just a job. We've both had jobs where we need to look interested in the target to get what we need. I don't want Rogers or any other person you come up with. Especially not Rogers. He and Auntie Peggy had a thing, it'd be just weird. And the past is the past, you're not that person anymore. You didn't go to the Red Room willingly. But it also made you into who you are now. That's all the past is, something that makes you; you."

"Okay. Thank you," Natasha said while lifting Sharon's hand. She pressed a tiny kiss to the back of it. Then she turned to look at her and grinned, "Steve is gonna be so disappointed that you picked me over him."

"He can live with that. Me and him were never gonna happen anyway."

#natsharon #natasha romanoff x sharon carter #natasha romanoff #sharon carter #Black Widow #agent 13 #MCU #femslash Feb 2020 #my fic

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