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stuckylibrary · 3 years ago

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Anonymous 1 asked:

hi!! thank you so much for having this amazing place to find fics and recs yall are absolutely angels :)) ive been having trouble finding this fic and ive been looking for days and its one were modern bucky is army affiliated and him and the howlies show up and help the avengers fight this female villain and take the weapon she used to control them back to the army as a favor to a general instead of handing it to the avengers? i distinctly remember bucky sniping the ground in front of steve ty!!

Anonymous 2 asked:

So, can you help me find an au stucky fic where Steve is a copy and Bucky keeps trying to make their sex life kinky but it never works out. But then he forgets to pay for something and Steve spanks him for it. And Bucky realises how kinky Steve can be. Please tell me if you find that fic.

Anonymous 3 asked:

Hello I'm looking for a fic please, it was a Oneshot, ABO, with OmegaBucky who is gonna start his heat in Wakanda, so Shuri calls Steve.He is worried bc Buck didnt call him but remembers his kiss with Sharon, so he explains Buck that kiss was just to make him jeaous, that he is the only 1 he loves. So they spend the heat together. In the epilogue Steve smells Buck & founds he's pregnant. I think it was just recently deleted or something bc it was in my bookmarks but its no there no more.

Anonymous 4 asked:

this is such a long shot but 3 yrs ago, i got a tattoo in russian saying принадлежать, or “to belong”. its from a fic (tws era) i read where tony snarkily asks a recently un-brainwashed, still very traumatised bucky sth like “what would YOU know about desire, what do you want most in life then?” & bucky says “to belong” in russian (then dramatically exits). i couldnt find the fic anymore for the exact phrase when i was getting tatted. if anyone can, ill be forever indebted. lots of love.

Anonymous 5 asked:

Hey! I’m looking for a modern au fic. This might be a long shot, since I don’t remember much else from the fic. But there was a scene where Bucky and Rumlow were exes and Rumlow had Bucky’s cat so they snuck into his apartment to get it back.

Anonymous 6 asked:

Hey! There’s a fic I’m looking for, it’s was pre war,& Bucky & Steve were pining after each other. Repressed feelings& all that. I can only remember one scene from it. Bucky had a date with a girl& they went back to her place to hook up, & I vividly remember she said “we can have sex but you ain’t going in the front door” so they did anal, & Bucky was like wow okay. & then while having sex w her he was like holy shit I could do this with Steve 👀 & then couldn’t think straight around Steve after

Anonymous 7 asked:

hi, do you guys know the name of this fic where steve and bucky get into an argument and bucky goes to hide out at a friend's apartment. steve and iron man then break down the friend's apartment door later cause steve thinks bucky might be in danger. steve is definitely cap, but bucky might be a modern bucky. thank you!

scottiemp4 asked:

howdy friends, i was wondering if you could help me out. i’m looking for a fic with injuried/kidnapped steve. i remember steve was at the Raft or something similar, maybe Hydra? anyways he had been experimented on and had surgery preformed on him while awake and other crazy stuff. when the team found him it was sam and tony who went in and sam was freaking out bc he though steve was gonna die and they couldn’t figure out how to move him bc his back was fucked up. thank you so much!

Anonymous 8 asked:

I'm looking for a fic where Bucky works at a hospital (maybe mount sinai, ny?) while Steve is in the army. They used to be either together or even married but then they broke up because Steve had re-enlisted without even telling Bucky (who found out about it a few days before Steve had to leave again maybe?) and in the end they get back together. xxxx

Anonymous 9 asked:

first: thank you for all the work you do with this blog! second: i'm looking for a fic but i don't remember much at all so it might be too vague. 1) steve and bucky become guardians of natasha 2) possibly a "both are winter soldier" situation or something, i think they saved nat from red room, and they go on missions 3) i think they pretend they're "normal" but natasha knows they're not? (at least some of it is natasha pov) hope you can help!

butterybones asked:

Hey I’ve been looking for this fic where Bucky has one arm and gets jumped after going to a bar, so Steve takes care of him for a few days and Steve’s dog had been stealing Bucky’s newspaper? Any help would be appreciated!

padsandmoonyagainsttheworld asked:

Hey I don’t have much to go on but there’s a fic where Tony and Bucky don’t get along cuz Tony thinks Bucky should’ve held out against the torture like he did until they find a file or something of what happened to Bucky and then Tony says something like “What they did to me was not that” and he forgives Bucky. Do you have any idea what I’m talking about lol?

Anonymous 10 asked:

Hiya! I'm looking for a story where steve comes out at pride, he tells the crowd he loved bucky but never said and a few years later when bucky comes back steve goes to pride again and tells the crowd he's too chicken to say anything. Thanks anyone who might be able to help!

rosegoldyves asked: /others

hi, so I’ve been looking for a long time but couldn’t find the fic where Bucky finds stucky fanfic and starts considering a relationship with Steve but Steve takes time warming up. They move to a house together but their relationship seems to go nowhere since Steve is hesitant to reciprocate so Bucky starts seeing this other guy. Sorry if I am bungling up the premise.

ohmyshax asked:

Hi there! I need help finding a fic -- I've tried so many searches on AO3, using different search parameters, but no luck. It's a short WW2 oneshot. Outsider POV (didn't see it in your tags tho) of a soldier freaking out when his Sergeant (Bucky) disagrees with a visiting Captain America. He later finds out, after the others arrive, that Bucky is part of the Howlies, and that he was only there to train the POV character to take over as sergeant. Hope you know it. Thank you for the help!

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bluemanifesto · 2 years ago

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︻デ═一 love sniper; i knew i wasn't delusional

Love Snip·er [ləv][ˈsnīpər]

noun

a person in charge of ruining relationship by sniping one of the romantic partners with a love bullet

Shuri was still in shock at the events that had occurred the day prior to yesterday. Had she really seen a love sniper in action? Her friends instilled a sense of doubt in her after they questioned her sanity, but she couldn't forget the panicked expression that took over the red-headed boy's face. When they made eye contact, an icy shiver wracked her spine and she collapsed only for time to resume with people surrounding her as she fell into a deep sleep.

Once Shuri woke up in the nurse's office, she immediately pulled out her phone, logging on to Twitter. Embarrassment filled her face as she saw pictures of her passed out on the floor from different angles posted on multiple accounts. Hybe University's unofficial official gossip account was already spreading rumors about why she had fainted, and people joined in the comments adding their own absurd theories.

Shuri even saw one comment saying that she was having morning sickness after getting pregnant and she couldn't help but laugh at the thought. Although the comments were somewhat funny, she didn't fancy people spreading preposterous stories about why she fainted, so she quickly tweeted what she thought was an innocent little story about the love sniper incident.

Quickly after sending the tweet, it blew up more than she had expected. Normally, only her 4 loyal followers, who happened to be her friends, would interact with the girl's outlandish posts, but lots of students from her school commented intrigued by the girl's tweets.

Shuri left the school feeling content at the fact that some people didn't think she was completely off her rocker like her friend Heeseung did.

Maybe Shuri was crazy but that wasn't a problem to worry about when the boy who had attempted to sniper Jake and Lia stood in front of her with a grimace cast on his face. She stared at the boy for what felt like hours until she finally spoke, breaking the silence.

"I knew I wasn't that delusional."

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theonewiththefanfics · 5 years ago

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Hate (one-shot)

Synopsys: Bucky and reader have been stuck in the safe house for quite a while now, and the snow doesn’t seem like it will be letting off any time soon. New Year is creeping closer and closer. And it’s just the Reader’s luck that she’s stuck with a person who absolutely despises her guts.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Genre: fluuuuuuuuffff, soft angst

Warnings: swearing, the reader is so dumb... like the last three brain cells she had, left the chat because of what an idiot she is

Word count: 2816

He hated her. Y/N was absolutely one hundred percent sure – Bucky Barnes despised her. The war veteran, the last serving Howling Commando, the longest-held war prisoner and the man who had stolen her heart hated her.

She watched him from over the rim of her coffee cup, how his long brown locks fell over his high cheekbones, and he huffed pushing them away from his face. Y/N had to force down the groan of just how much she had to restrain herself from going over, running her fingers through his hair and maybe tying it back in a little bun. Fuck, if he ever did that, she was sure she’d die from the hotness that was Bucky Barnes.

They hadn’t known one another for that long. Y/N had joined the Avengers a couple of months after the whole Thanos thing. For one, she had been one of the unfortunate ones to be dusted. She had been taking a warm, relaxing bath after a long day when her feet suddenly disintegrated in the water. The last thing Y/N had managed was to throw her book over the side, so at least that didn’t get wet.

Sam had found her after everyone was brought back by Bruce. He was recruiting new people for the team as the new captain, and the first thing she had been there to witness was his try-on haul of the new star-spangled costume.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit novel?” Y/N asked biting on her lip. “I think the shield would be enough to tell them who’s the boss.”

“It’s a symbol!” Sam emphasized and turned around to look at his ass. “It’s supposed to send a message.”

Y/N hid her smile behind her palm and shrugged. “Just… never picked you as the tights guy.”

Sam groaned. “They are not tights!”

That was the moment when Y/N had met Bucky, and that’s when all of her rational thinking flew out of the window faster than Redwing.

He came sauntering into the living room, a grey T-shirt stained with sweat and clinging to his body, the fabric defining each and every muscle the man owned. When Sam said that Y/N started drooling quite literally, it might've been because of the fact that a little dribble of her coffee she had had in her mouth actually spilt out on her leg.

“You look like the American fucking flag,” Bucky snorted and gulped down a large mouthful of water, cocking his hip out.

Fuck, Y/N thought to herself, how in the absolute hell can someone drinking be the most sinful thing on Earth. Like holy hell when did sweat become a turn on for her? Especially when it slowly slid along his neck and disappeared down his chest. She had to close her eyes to remove the mental image of him panting on top of her. Sweaty, like in that moment, but because of different reasons.

“Fuck off, tin can,” Sam snapped back, “or I’ll replace you with her.” He motioned with his head towards Y/N, and she ducked further down on the couch. “You’re not special with your sniping.”

Bucky shook his head and threw her a quizzical look. “And what’s so special about you?”

Y/N would’ve probably answered nothing, that she’s completely ordinary because actually talking about her abilities and giving herself some credit was way beyond her skill set, so Sam stepped in.

“She’s an army vet and was in the Snakeskin program.”

Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed. “Snakeskin?”

“They were an elite ground force group of troops trained to be as stealthy as assassins. Her specialty is sniping. So, don't go on thinking you're something special. 'Cause you're not.”

The super soldier now fully looked her over, and Y/N wanted the couch to cut open and swallow her whole, because holy fucking fuck, was Bucky’s gaze intense. It was like he was trying to carve out her soul just by looking at her. The only thing that came to her mind was to give him an awkward smile and a small wave. He gave her a nod and then looked back at Sam.

“I’ll be out for the rest of the day. Steve said he wanted some help with repainting the fence.”

“Yeah, you go be a good wife,” Sam waved him off and looked himself over once more in the mirror. “And please remind him he owes me twenty bucks.”

“What for?” Bucky hollered from the hallway.

“He knows!”

They only heard a scoff before the elevator dinged, announcing Bucky’s exit.

“So,” Sam looked at Y/N through the mirror. “That went well.”

If only that was how she saw it. Y/N thought Bucky hated her, and Sam’s little remark about her replacing him was not sitting well with the woman. She wasn’t there to replace anyone, least of all one of her childhood heroes who was doing everything in his power to prove his worth to the world (even though she didn’t think he had anything to prove and everyone else could just go off and fuck themselves).

She was just there to hopefully once again regain some sort of a sense to her life. After leaving the Snakeskin program, and being one of the victims of the Snap, it was hard to find where she belonged. Then Sam called Y/N up and told her they were reforming the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, and he wanted her to be a part of it, so she jumped on the opportunity.

And that’s what lead them to that moment – Y/N slowly sipping her coffee as Bucky tried to finish up a crossword puzzle. From time to time she glanced up from the swirling black liquid to the super-soldier, but of course, he wasn’t paying any kind of attention to her. He never did.

After their first meeting, their interactions were limited to small ‘hellos’ and ‘goodbyes’ and communicating during missions. There was never any direct animosity, but the fact that Bucky talked to everyone on a daily basis except for Y/N – well, she didn’t need it to be spelt out.

But it was just Y/N’s luck, wasn’t it? First, she got sent out on a mission with a man who can’t stand to even spare her a glance, then they get snowed in without a way out (even the jet was seven feet under the snow), and now New Years was right around the corner, and she would have to spend it all alone.

Y/N looked out the window to the never-changing scene of swirling white flakes. They weaved and moved in a dance she couldn’t comprehend. But while she watched what was happening beyond the glass, Bucky was watching her.

His eyes trailed the way her face curved and sloped, eyelids half-closed surveying the scenery, but mostly how her flannel shirt had slipped off from one of her shoulders. He so badly wanted to reach out and gently place it back to where it was, but he couldn’t.

Bucky was no longer the same confident man in an army uniform that used to sweep ladies off their feet and make them dance the night away. This man woke up in the middle of the night in cold sweat and could barely keep eye contact with anyone that wasn’t Steve, Shuri or Sam for no longer than five seconds. So, pulling Y/N’s shirt back up was out of the fucking question. But he didn’t have to dwell on it for too long.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” she announced, although she had no real idea as to why. Bucky only responded with a hum, which she guessed was more than what she expected to receive, but then again – it was more of an acknowledgement than she’d gotten in the three days they’d been stranded together.

The stream of hot water pelleting her skin was a welcome change from the icy touch of being ignored and discarded. Although Y/N was stuck in a safe house somewhere in the middle of the woods, in the middle of nowhere in Finland, it was a Stark-created safehouse. So, it was occupied by every possible piece of technology. Including the best speakers known to man.

Because Y/N was a punk-rock emo bitch at heart (did you really think I wouldn’t put this in? Killjoys are back, suckers! Put on your fucking eyeliner and get ready cause it was not a phase, mom, it's a fucking lifestyle!), her playlist automatically switched from ‘Kicking-Ass’ that was designed to hype her up during missions to ‘Singing-Like-A-Rock-Star’ with ‘Gives You Hell’ blasting through the bathroom.

It was like Tony had known that people would be absolutely jamming in the bathrooms because the floor was lined with a rubber mat, giving Y/N the freedom to go ham.

And she sent up a little 'thank you' to wherever Tony was because she had needed that. She had needed to let go of all of the tension and thoughts that had collected in her body just so she could re-enter that same worrying state a second later. Just with clean hair now.

Pulling on comfy grey sweats and a huge navy-blue T-shirt, she twisted the towel and plopped it back over her head to keep the wet strands away. The house was constantly warm because Bucky kept the fireplace stocked almost 24/7, but it was even warmer now as he had added a new pile of wood, though the man himself was nowhere to be seen. Which was fine by Y/N.

With a huff and a roll of her head, she ventured into the kitchen, having decided that dinner needed to be had. It was halfway through her boiling pasta when the shrill sound of her phone ringing made her drop the sauce-slathered spoon.

“Yeah?” She pressed the phone between her shoulder and ear and went to wash off the spoon, careful not to put the curved-inward part under the stream.

“Y/N,” Sam’s warm voice invaded her senses. “How are you holding up? Fury and Maria says the storm’s still raging.”

A glance outside of the window told her as much. “Any news on when it might stop?”

“None at this moment,” Sam replied. “They’re checking every five minutes for an update so they can finally send an extraction bird out.”

“Ooh, can you ask Maria to send the one with the bed?”

“Sorry,” Sam sighed in mock sadness, “that one’s been sent out to Guatemala to pick up Wanda.”

“Ugh,” Y/N groaned and threw her head back. “Damn Wanda and her mission. Could she not like manage until she got back to the Tower? It's not like she's had to sleep in the middle of the jungle or something?”

Sam laughed, and it made her smile, knowing that he understood her joking tone. “Yeah, right? What a princess!”

Y/N smiled and finally added the pasta to the boiling water. “What are you gonna get her for her birthday?”

“Dunno,” her friend replied. “She’s been looking at that one perfume for a while, but we gotta figure out what Vis is getting first… speaking of other halves – you and Bucky getting on well?”

Y/N huffed turning to face the boiling pot and stirring the pasta in it. A little vortex formed completely mimicking how she felt on the inside. “As well as two people who can’t stand to be near one another, but have to share a place, can.”

She heard him chuckle. “Come on, it can’t be that bad! I still don’t think you’re in the right about this.”

“About what?” her eyebrows furrowed. She took out a piece of pasta and chewed on it. Still wasn’t the right texture.

“About Bucky. I think you’ve got it all wrong.”

The scoff that wanted to escape her throat was blocked by the piece of food, and she almost choked on it. “Sam, he fucking hates me!”

“I – I don’t hate you,” came a voice from behind Y/N, and she spun around, mouth left hanging open as her phone was clutched tightly by her ear.

She could practically hear Sam grin through the phone. “I guess you gotta go.”

Bucky stepped closer just as she lowered the now silent mobile. “Y/N, why would you ever think I hate you?”

“Be – because you do?”

“When did I say that?”

She shook her head. “You didn’t have to.”

Bucky’s whole face fell at her words. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you talk with everyone else but me. You can’t look me in the eye one bit, and do I need to remind you when you actually left the whole Christmas gala thing right after I walked in, and I quote ‘I can’t be around her’.”

Bucky’s eyes widened, and this time it was his jaw that hung open. “You heard that.”

“Loud and clear.”

“I – I,” he stammered and then cleared his throat. It was time to put all the cards on the table. “I only said that because had I stayed; I would’ve done something I’d regret.”

“Like what?”

“Like kissed you.”

And there went Y/N’s breath. And her heart. And her sanity. And frankly, everything she’d ever known.

“I would’ve most likely told you how I felt,” he said and stepped closer watching every facial feature of hers.

“And how do I make you feel?” she breathed out.

“Nervous. I haven’t had feelings like this for a girl in decades… and I didn’t know how to process them let alone act on them. Things have changed so much since I was chasing skirts… nowadays everything’s so complicated… and I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same. I mean, we have to work together, and we live in the same place, so if things didn’t work out… I just didn’t wanna risk it.”

As he talked, she had started to pace. In stressful situations where she didn’t have to focus on pulling the trigger or if she wasn’t trying not to trip off a treadmill, Y/N paced. A lot. She was pretty sure there was a line in the living room floor where she had done her thinking before missions.

“Wait, so you like me?” Y/N spun around and pointed at him. “Like really like me?”

“Yeah,” Bucky chuckled as relief flooded his veins. He wouldn’t have smiled as wide as he did, had he not seen her lips quirk up. “Yeah, I really like you.”

“And you don’t hate me?”

“Not one bit.”

Y/N stepped forward, head hanging low as she carefully grasped Bucky’s hand and intertwined their fingers, metal twining with flesh. “So, you like me?” she looked up at him, eyes intently watching his face. He squeezed her palm stepping closer as well, chest to chest at that point. He placed both of their hands right over his beating heart.

“Yeah, I do... Happy New Year, Y/N,” Bucky muttered with a shy smile gracing his face.

“What?” she had been so lost in his eyes that his words weren’t registering. His soft chuckle was like a melody designed by angels.

“I said Happy New Year.”

Y/N looked down to the worn watch on his right wrist and sure enough, the two hands were perfectly aligned to 12. A small chuckle escaped her mouth as she reconnected their gazes.

“Happy New Year, Buck.”

He was so close to her; she could smell the hot chocolate he had been drinking. Y/N closed her eyes, insides trembling as he leaned closer. But the kiss never came

“I heard you in the shower.”

“What!?”

Bucky grabbed a spoon from the table and used it as a microphone, pointing at Y/N and wiggling his hips to the rhythm of the song. “’ Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell!’” She shoved him away from her and through a laugh threw her towel at him.

“Ugh, I hate you!”

“No, you don’t!” Bucky grabbed at her waist and pulled her to him. Together they plopped down on the couch, and Bucky didn’t hesitate to pull her in his lap, legs thrown over his and head resting against his shoulder. Y/N looked up at him, her hand leaning against his stomach as she drew gentle circles on the shirt clad torso.

“Can I kiss you?”

She chuckled and moved closer to Bucky. “Are you still going to make fun of me and my singing?”

He looked like he was contemplating before he nodded, a wide smile on his face as he pressed his forehead against hers. “Yeah. Most definitely. For as long as you let me.”

“And if I say forever?”

She didn’t need to hear him say what was on his mind when the only thing that existed was Bucky’s smile. Y/N’s own lips widened, as he bent closer. The New Year and the new decade had begun quite a few minutes ago, but neither cared much because as their lips touched, a new chapter in their lives opened.

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A/N: Hi! so, quite a lot of things have happened. and the biggest thing is... I’m gonna be seeing MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE in JUNE!!! AAAHHHHH!!! I’ve been a fan of them since I was nine, and now I finally get the chance to see them perform live! I’ve never been so stressed in my life while trying to get tickets to something! I was in the middle of my 9 AM lecture and I was legit shaking. I fuffed about for like 3 seconds and those 3 seconds cost me the tickets... at first! and then it was like the emo gods were smiling down upon me, I saw there was another date added. I thought it was a glitch in the system because nothing was announced. so, obviously, I clicked off, only for my twitter notification to go off that they have announced they have added another date. I think it’s fair to say that I was barely functioning as I clicked furiously on my computer. And now I get the chance to see them... I am STOAKED!!!

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rebellconquerer · 4 years ago

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A short bucky barnes/winter soldier drabble. Set something after the deprogramming scene with Ayo, because my life is no longer in my control.

"Why do you refuse the arm?" Ayo's quiet voice breaks the serenity of the farm.

Bucky hadn't known she was there but had known he wasn't alone, supersoldier training never really turning off. He doesn't know if the order came from T'Challa or Okoye or maybe even Shuri, hell he doesn't know if the order was put in place to protect others from him or him from himself, but he hasn't been left alone since they tested his deprogramming. He doesn't blame them, the soldier in him always respects good strategy.

He shoos the small kid goat away from the nanny goat pen, knowing he misses his mama but not wanting him to get underfoot when Uuka comes to milk her.

"Good morning to you too Ayo. Early start?" He mutters back to her.

She's sitting on a pile of baled hay, uniform sparkling in the early morning light, not a piece out of place. He wonders if she sleeps in it. If any of the Dora have a 'just hanging out' look.

"You do not answer the question." She says, and even though he doesn't look at her, he can feel her eyes boring into him. "Before, you said it was because you couldn't be trusted, because of the winter soldier programming. It is now gone. So why do you refuse the princess her gift?"

He doesn't want to be having this conversation. If he's honest there are very few conversations he ever wants to have these days. The Dora, who've been his guards and his guides more often than not over the last year, mostly leave him to himself. They aren't hostile or even unfriendly, just respectful of appropriate boundaries. Of all of them he has spent the most time with Ayo. Those weeks working through his deprogramming were mostly with her and Shuri and he'd maybe even be inclined to call her a friend, if he had those.

"I make due with the arm I have quite fine." He replies, using said arm to sprinkle some hay into the corner of the pen.

Ayo doesn't reply, and for a minute he hopes she has dropped it, but he should know by now he doesn't have that kind of luck. She says nothing but he can feel the intensity of her gaze boring into him.

He huffs and turns to face her. She's giving him that look she gets sometimes, like he's a particularly recalcitrant child and a very complex equation all in one. It isn't one of his favourite looks.

"Look Ayo, what do you want from me here?" He snipes. Her expression does not change.

"I would like to understand," she says softly and Bucky kinda feels like a dick. Great.

He looks down at the grass, catching sight of a small ladybug crawling on a blade of grass.

"I lost my arm, mine, when I fell. What was given back to me wasn't an arm, it was a weapon. It's dangerous and it's dangerous for me to have it." He manages to grit out.

He hears nothing from her and when he looks up she's staring at him with a gentleness behind her eyes that makes his skin itch and crawl like it wants to slither away from him. He doesn't deserve such looks.

"You do not trust that it is gone, that what we did worked?" She asks, dark gaze piercing. He doesn't look away but he doesn't respond.

"No-" she frowns. "You do not trust that you are what you say you are, even without the programing."

He clenches his teeth. Feels the muscle in his jaw begin to ache. The day is suddenly too hot and too bright, and his senses kick into high gear. He closes his eyes, breathes slowly like he was taught to do until the bubbling panic on him passes.

When next he looks up, she hasn't moved a muscle, is still sitting relaxed and open and vulnerable well within his striking distance even though he knows she could read the struggle in the lines of his body.

She finally stands, brushing wayward pieces of hay from the back of her uniform. "I came only to tell you that the Dora Milaje will no longer be with you, white wolf. We have new orders, though we are always close should you need us."

The words don't compute for a minute. They are leaving him?

"What? I don't- I don't understand."

She doesn't smile. He rarely sees her make more facial expression than the occasional consternation when one of the animals ventures too close to her.

"The arm was never a weapon, white wolf, on its own it is no more dangerous than a fork or a spoon," she says softly. "It is the way we use tools that define their danger." She pauses like she can't think of the words she wants for a minute. Bucky finds that he's hanging on to every syllable.

"My spear could take down a charging rhino at a full run but no one blinks at me having it." She continues looking up at the tip of her spear consideringly. "It is the trust of my people that allows that. Trust that we do not give our most dangerous weapons to those that would use it against us." Her sharp eyes finds his once again and he finds that he can barely meet them, overcome with guilt or gratitude, he isn't sure which.

"A gift is only such if it is given and accepted freely. I will let the princess know that the arm is unneeded, but remember this white wolf," she finally looks away, taking in the rolling vista between the village and the city. "You have earned our trust… perhaps it is time to earn your own."

#my fic #ficlet #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #the falcon and the winter soldier #fanfic #bucky barnes fanfic #ayo #tfatws #dora milaje #rebellwrites

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sapphicmsmarvel · 5 years ago

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Baths

Carol: Did not see them as a "useful" task, she found it odd, doing nothing in the tub while stewing in your own "filth" didn't see it as something that was fun or relaxing.

But you made it worth it for her.

She didn't get to spend a lot of time of you, and since you both worked in the Avengers most of that time was basked in chaos.

But nobody disturbed you in the bath, for many reasons. One of them being the fact that if anyone came close to you while you were naked Carol would lose her shit.

She loved sitting there with you while music played in the background, the scent of vanilla and lavender in the air as you two just enjoyed each other's company.

She would always laugh at your santa clause impression and whenever you two wore face masks it was a giggle fest.

But it was calm, it was peaceful and it was very romantic (sometimes got a little sinful, do you blame her? she finally got alone time with you she's not gonna waste an opportunity)

And you two were together.

Wanda: You two owned a cabinets worth of bath/self care products. From bath salts, bath bombs, bubble bath to face masks, hair masks and oils.

You two would take at least two hours out of your week to spend this time together, again, working for the Avengers doesn't leave you relaxing time. So you make it abundantly clear that you two are not to be bothered unless someone's dying, or the city is about to fall off the face of the earth.

And truthfully, they were scared of you two separately, let alone when you worked together to get what you wanted. Which was peaceful time together.

You two would pick out an audiobook to listen to on a speaker in the tub while a bunch of unscented and one scented candles were lit around the room. The room was dimmed and you two were in each other's arms.

Maria: She does not have the time to take a bath, from working at SHIELD, she has to be prepared for leaving somewhere on the spot.

Also taking care of herself is not Maria's thing.

But you being the Queen of self care days made her try some of the self care tactics herself. Face masks in the bath are her favorite. She always laughed at how ridiculous the two of you look and you insist on taking selfies of the face masks because it's rare to see Maria so relaxed and free from the pressure in her work place.

She's always the big spoon because she says "nothing beats the feeling of you relaxed against me, I know you feel safe." That melted your heart and made you blush, which she loved.

You loved seeing Maria so soft and relaxed, so you relished in the feeling of seeing your love so content.

Natasha: Like Carol, she thinks they are pointless. She can't take a bath because she can't allow herself to relax and feel safe. She's always used to having her guard up and is physically unable to let it down because she's waiting to get sniped for staying in one spot too long.

But that all changed when she met you.

You got her into baths quite quickly because they are a favorite of yours and insisted she try it. She wouldn't get in until she locked all the windows and doors and even left a gun and knife in your bathroom before she got in, in case someone broke in and attacked.

But you got her in the tub and she managed to doze off while she was against your chest. You had light music playing with a diffuser going with the scent of lavender.

You smiled in pride while holding her tighter, happy to make her completely relaxed to the point where she fell asleep.

Shuri: She doesn't take a break unless it's for the necessities and taking a bath/self care is not a necessity for her.

She also doesn't take care of herself, so you conspire with T'challa to force her to take care of herself.

He cleared her schedule and "ordered" her to go to you in your apartment to have a relaxing night away from the lab.

When she found the rose petal trail to your bathtub, you sitting with a giant t-shirt on the floor against the tub with a smile and glasses of wine, all her annoyance at the day fell away.

She let you undress her and after her taking your shirt off, you guided her into the tub and against your chest with glasses of wine.

Music played while she talked about her day, how T'challa is an annoying big brother who only wants the best for her.

But then she told you how much she loved you and admitted that she needed to take care of herself for. "But, I want you here by my side, it's rare to see you this relaxed, love." She said to you. "I wouldn't miss this for the world," you said kissing her temple as she hummed happily.

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the--sad--hatter · 6 years ago

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Alpha Magnetize - Chapter One (Bucky x reader)

For the anon who requested an Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader story. I hope you like this m’dear, I’ve never quite done anything like this before so i apologize if it’s not what you had in mind.

Warnings: Alpha/Omega dynamics, Smut in later parts.

I’ve tagged all my perma’s but I know a lot of you aren’t into A/B/O so you can skip this one?

Summary: You weren’t exactly against Alpha’s per say, you just didn’t want one. You preferred to suppress your Omega hormones so you could focus on the important things in life, like being an Avenger. But when an injury takes you out of the field, you get stuck doing errands for the team and find yourself in Wakanda. It’s there, on Bucky Barnes doorstep that everything changes.

He finds what he’s been looking for and you find what you’ve been running from.

You gently probed the bandages around your wrist as the quinjet landed in the foreign paradise. Seeing Wakanda with your own two eyes was a hell of an honour but the excitement was somewhat diminished by the fact you knew you were only here because Steve was worried about you. Some Hydra goon had gotten in a lucky swipe with his knife and you’d lost a little blood, so suddenly you were on the back burner for missions and being given the errand runs to keep you busy.

It’s not like you didn’t see right through Steve’s plan but he had backed you into a corner…

“Can you give this letter to Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes while you’re there? It’s important, not to the team but to me.”

“Barnes? As in.. Bucky Barnes, your best friend?” You sighed, plucking the letter out of his hand and tucking it safely in your pocket.

“That’s the one.”

“Yeah Cap, I’ll deliver your love letter.”

“It’s not a love… never mind. Thankyou.”

So the reasons you were in Wakanda weren’t exactly exciting, but they were just important enough that you couldn’t bitch about them. As the ramp descended and you strolled down it to officially meet the King, you mentally cursed Steve and his tactics.

But as soon as the blinding bright Wakandan sun hit your skin and began warming you, when you saw the bright and beautiful paradise and your eyes took in the futuristic buildings and tech… you decided that maybe this errand was better than infiltrating some dingy Hydra warehouse anyway.

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As you followed the directions you’d been given by a member of The Dora Milaje you started to suspect you weren’t going to need them. There was a thick, heady scent in the air leading to towards a small hut.

You breathed deeply, inhaling the scent greedily and something low down in your belly stirred to life. You hadn’t smelt anyone so fucking mouth-wateringly delicious since… well ever. The smell was so thick on the air you could almost taste it and it still wasn’t enough, you needed more. Your Omega instincts took over as you walked towards the hut, desperately seeking out more of the mind numbing scent.

It was all around you, surrounding you and you groaned lowly, throwing your head back and basking in it.

Alpha.

Of course, Sergeant Barnes was an Alpha, what else would he be? But T’challa was an Alpha and his scent hadn’t been a fraction as enticing. So Bucky Barnes was an unmated Alpha.

The scent grew stronger and you heard movement, tilting your head back down in time to see the man in question exit his hut.

Your eyes took him in, all of him and that coil in your stomach snapped at the sight of the breathtakingly beautiful man standing in front of you. Lust, strong and overpowering, flooded your system.

“Who are you?” He asked softly, his voice carried on the slight breeze.

“I…” You couldn’t think straight, couldn’t find the words to tell him what he needed to know.

His stormy grey eyes flitted over you, concern in them and you saw him sniff the air cautiously before he inhaled deeply, his eyelashes brushing against his cheeks as his eyes fluttered shut.

“You… You’re an Omega.” He whispered.

“Steve.. Steve sent me.” You whimpered.

His eyes snapped open and he frowned at you. You fumbled in your pockets for the letter and finally held it out to him. Your whole body was tense as he approached you, reaching out to take it with his right arm and that was what drew your attention to the fact his left arm was missing. The last you heard, he had a metal one.

That was what brought you spiralling back down to reality and you thrust the letter at him, backing up as quickly as you could.

He fucking knew you were an Omega, he could smell it. That shouldn’t be possible. You were on suppressants, you shouldn’t be presenting as anything and you definitely shouldn’t be lost in a lusty daze at the scent of an Alpha.

Wat the suppressant failing? It shouldn’t be, you’d had your injection just two months ago, you weren’t due for a booster for four more weeks. There should be a medley of hormone suppressing drugs coursing through your bloodstream right now, piggybacking on your body’s natural defence systems.

Your fingers brushed over the bandage on your wrist and you wanted to throw up.

You’d lost enough blood that you’d needed an emergency transfusion. The ground-breaking, experimental suppressant that banner had been injecting into you had been emptied out and washed away when a clean batch of blood had been piped into you.

You were going into heat.

“Fuck!” You exclaimed.

He darted forward at your cry, arm reaching for you and you flinched.

“Don’t. I… I’m… This isn’t supposed to happen.” You winced and fought your body’s inclination to lean into him.

“Let me help you.” He said softly.

“No!” You growled.

“Not like that. I’m not going to fuck you, I’m going to let you scent me to calm you down.” He said evenly.

You shook your head and whimpered but didn’t fight him as he cupped the back of your head and pulled your face towards his neck.

“It’s ok, I’ve got you.” He soothed.

Smelling him on the air was nothing compared to being pressed up against him and against your better judgement you wrapped your arms around his neck and pushed your face into his skin, breathing deeply.

Your eyes rolled back in your head as the alpha scent invaded your senses and took over, acting like a drug. You wrapped his scent around yourself like a blanket, revelling in it.

You barely noticed him wrapping his arm around the back of your thighs and lifting you off the ground, to busy rubbing your face into his neck like an affectionate cat. You didn’t know where he was taking you and you didn’t care, he was the Alpha, he knew best.

It wasn’t until he dumped you on a cold hard surface and you heard another, more feminine voice that you started having any semi-coherent thoughts again.

“What is this? What did you do to her?”

“I didn’t do anything. I found her like this.” He said, stepping away from you.

You whined petulantly until his distance allowed you to pick up on another scent.

“Shuri?” You asked, frowning in befuddlement.

“Oh my. Well you’re in heat. Rude.” She sniped, wrinkling her nose.

Her Alpha scent wasn’t as enticing as Bucky’s but it was still nice and you blinked sleepily at her, smiling dopely.

“Hi.”

“Should she be acting like this? I’ve never seen an Omega so out of it.” Bucky asked in concern.

“It depends if…”

“Hey, were you on suppressants?” Shuri asked, snapping her fingers in front of your face to make you pay attention.

“Yes.” You nodded, holding out your wrist to her.

“Blood suppressants, if she lost too much blood and needed a transfusion then it would explain this. This will be her first heat in a long time if this is the way she’s acting.” Shuri explained to Bucky as she bustled around.

“What’s that?” He asked in alarm when Shuri approached you with a large needle.

“Booster shot.” She explained gleefully, jabbing it into your arm and pushing down on the syringe.

“Ow.” You winced, shooting a helpless look at Bucky.

He immediately came back over and stroked your arm comfortingly.

“And a little sedative, I don’t want an Omega on heat running about my lab.” She added.

That was the last thing you heard before Bucky’s beautiful face went blurry and his shoulder moved towards your face at a rapid face.

He caught you as you faceplanted his shoulder and laid you down gently while Shuri snorted behind him.

“Will she be ok?” He asked the young genius.

“She will be fine, once she wakes.” Shuri assured him.

He stroked a lock of hair off of your face and nodded.

“You composed yourself remarkably well around her, I’m impressed.” Shuri noted.

“I lost control of my own mind for seventy years, I won’t let it go again. Not even for an Omega in heat.”

His chest swelled with pride as he thought about how well he’d taken care of you, protected you and kept you safe until he could get you help. It was a feeling he had missed sorely but had struggled with finding a way to deserve feeling it.

“Who is she?” He asked, surprised it had taken him this long to wonder.

“The newest Avenger. Your Captain will probably explain it all in his latest letter, in between his bouts of begging you to join the team.”

He had held off Steve’s requests for a long time, even after his name was cleared. But even this small act of good had made his soul feel a little lighter. Maybe his path to finding a way of living with his guilt wasn’t in avoiding the world, but doing more good in it. Maybe there was a reason for him to go home after all, maybe Steve and Sam were right.

“Do you still have the arm? I might need it when I go home.” He asked.

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A/N - I have never done an A/B/O type story so this might well be a piece of Trash, who knows?

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jbbuckybarnes · 5 years ago

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The life of Liberty in Memories

Request: Can I request a Steve one-shot (or mini-series) where he is in love with the Reader (who is Bucky's older twin sister) and vice versa? During WW2 she was chosen as a female candidate for the super-soldier program (dubbed Liberty Prime), but unlike Steve, she ended up in Hydra's hands alongside Bucky, where they were made into lethal weapons + R was given additional powers. Besides being an enhanced super-soldier, R is a genius (like Shuri and Tony) and the most dangerous assassin ever. - @witch-of-letters Warnings: mentions of addiction & withdrawal, mentions of physical and mental pain

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// Falling into snow-white mountains was all you remembered. Then screams. Your own screams and the one of your brother. Your brother that was just trying to help you. “James?” “Y/N Elizabeth Barnes. You’re finally awake. We’ve been waiting for you.” “Where am I?” “Liberty Prime sounded like something Hydra could use in the upcoming decades. Don’t you think?” “NO!” //

With a gasp, you woke up in your cell, a pretty one compared to the ones you’ve been in years ago. Since you had agreed to be The Liberty Soldier to get free of the giant amounts of benzodiazepine being pumped into you. You had slowly left the withdrawal phase, didn’t get psychosis symptoms anymore and your mental issues were only connected to simply being with Hydra at this point. The only times you still got reset without drugs involved, was before big missions.

You hadn’t seen your brother in years. He could only remember you half of the time anyway. But normally you’d seen him every few weeks somewhere in the facility or in the cryo room you both were frozen in. You didn’t dare think about the worst and at this point, it really wouldn’t make a difference. He’d be better of dead than with Hydra and you knew that. Project Insight, something you had worked on for a long time, was the last time he walked past you into the next mission. Maybe he went down with the ships. There was a file given to you later that day. Mission: Killing the rouge Winter Soldier. There was no change in your behavior. Your brother was alive, he was well. You would either gladly die by his hand and be free from the brainwashing, or hopefully come to your senses early enough to make a quick way out and vanish with his help.

“42, 19, Snow, Liberty, 18, Howling, Prime, Afraid, Bloodred, Genius.”

Everything went black and white. ___________________ Steve had a cut in his forehead, Bucky a knife in his left shoulder. “Steve?” “Yeah?” “That’s my sister.” “Are you sure.” “Yes. 100%” “Knock her out. NOW!”

___________________ With a gasp you woke up in a white room, a bag of dextrose in saline solution hanging over you. You were still hazy from the trigger words. This wasn’t Hydra headquarters. Had you failed the mission? Were you being pumped full of BZD again? “She’s awake.” you heard through the wall and shortly after the door opened. “Y/N.” your brother. “J- Are you here to-” you were afraid to be punished. “Hey, no. It’s safe here. I promise. They won’t do anything to you again.” he slowly came closer. His demeanor very soft and the only thing about him reminding you of Hydra being the long hair. “Do you...remember me?” he asked concerned. “You’re the biggest pain in the ass, of course!” you dared to smile. “You’re in Wakanda. They will keep you safe and get the trigger words out of your brain, okay?” he touched your arm gently. “Am I allowed to...hug?” you whispered. “Of course, you’re free here,” he said pulling you closer, letting the floodgates open. “I’m so sorry, that I didn’t get you earlier. I didn’t know where they had brought you,” he said with his warm hand going over your back. “I missed you. But I did so many of these things without the trigger words. I just, I couldn’t bare the drugs anymore and-” “You didn’t want to do it. That’s all that matters. It’s okay. You’re safe.” The door opened again, a big blonde man coming in. “Y/N?” “Steve.” Soft smiles were interchanged, “We’re gonna get you back up. Promise.” ____________________ “A female super-soldier. That’s new.” Shuri smiled at you after you both were introduced to each other. “How...are you gonna get the words out of my brain?” “I just need to find the specific passage in your brain that sends you into the PTSD-like shock,” she explained. “Tried figuring out ways to do this while I was imprisoned.” you smiled and got a surprised smile back. “She’s always been a bit of a genius. The serum just enhanced that.” Steve grinned watching this conversation unfold. “Well, let’s get started.” ____________________ The compound was the first thing you saw after getting out of Wakanda and get free from all the charges against you and Hydra. “You like it?” Steve grinned down at you, his hand on your shoulder. “I could get used to it. I like the robot talking, who made this?” “Me.” Tony Stark came around the corner with a StarkPad in his hand. “Tony, Y/N. Y/N, Tony.” You shook hands, “It’s nice to finally meet you, you’ve been a big inspiration for the things I learned secretly when I was under Hydra’s influence.” “Glad to hear. Welcome to the compound, get comfortable, dodge Pepper when she’s mad.” he grinned before continuing his route. “He’s nicer than you told me he’d be.” you grinned up at Steve. “You haven’t heard him rant about politics.” he rolled his eyes. “Finally show me where I’ll sleep, blondie.” you giggled. ____________________ Steve had always been crushing on you back in the day. But back then he was small, back then Bucky would’ve hated him for admitting it, back then he was kind of a coward. The smart strategic thinking he had didn’t only come from his size but also from you. Later, when you both had been through the projects making you super-soldiers, you had been in the Howling Commandos together. Steve slowly falling for Peggy, while you kept your emotional side hidden around the men. Now that he looked at you he realized that the serum hadn’t changed you too much. You just looked like a more toned version of your past self. What got enhanced was your genius mind and your abilities as a hand-to-hand fighter and overall assassin. He understood again why he was so whipped for you back then and he had the feeling of crushing on you bubbling somewhere in his chest again. “Cap? You’re staring.” you smiled at him, looking up from your book. “Sorry. Was in thought.” he tried to hide his blushing and continued what he was doing before.

____________________ “Are you ready to get back in the field?” Tony was talking to you. “Yes, but ease me into it a bit.” “Are you sure Y/N?” Steve frowned at you and you sent him a little smile and a nod. “Great, get ready to snipe, Barnes,” Tony said and you were in your room in seconds. You weren’t on a mission -with your mind completely clear- in decades, of course, you weren't sure about it. But somehow you would have to get into it. “Get ready for overseeing a hostage situation. We have a deal with them. Money against a man.” “Noted!” ___________________ “Have eyes on the target,” you mumbled into the communication device on top of the pillar you had positioned yourself on with your marksman rifle. You listened in on the conversation you were overseeing, Steve, two heavily armed men, a hostage, and a woman talking to Steve. The comms went out and the woman stepped aside. “Dammit.” you muttered just in time to see Steve fighting one of the armed men and the hostage being brought back to the car by the other man. In a split second you aimed for the man with the hostage, a perfect headshot had him down one breath later. You aimed back at Steve, thinking he’d have the situation under control but he was damn near to being choked into unconsciousness. Aimed, locked, shot, another bullet straight through the forehead. The woman still with the hostage tried to run but you had different plans, taking your knife, jumping down from the pillar and bolting at her. “Guess you’re the hostage now,” you growled with a knife held to her throat from behind.

___________________ With the woman being interrogated by Natasha and the man being cared for by Clint, you had time to go to your room and throw your equipment into a corner. 4 knocks, “Yeah?” “It’s me.” “Come in, Steve,” you said putting off your bulletproof vest. “Thank you for watching my back.” he gave you a shy smile. “Thought you’d be better at not getting choked.” you grinned, getting off your thigh holster. “Your brother’s worse.” he chuckled watching you take off your shirt, turning red. “It’s the 21st century, Stevie. People wear what I wear right now on the street.” you laughed squishing his face on your way to the closet. “I don’t have that with Nat.” his hands went up. Internally he had an entire awakening about absolutely still having the hots for you. Fuck. “So just with me, huh?” you smirked after you had the cozy hoodie on. “Guess so. Maybe it’s just habit with you.” he sent a tiny smile. “Maybe it is.” you were standing right in front of him, reading him like an open book. He was so bad at this. Always had been. Although you needed to admit that he got a little better at the flirting part. You knew he had a crush on you in the 40s, you just didn’t have a crush back. Then the war came, Peggy came, you “died” and he “died”. And now you had a hot blushing mess in front of you that you were actually kinda into. He shook himself out of the stare he was holding with a, “Still need to get rid of my suit and write a mission report.” “How about I help you with the suit?” you whispered, tracing over his chest. He swallowed, not really sure what to do. This was a possibility he hadn’t calculated in. The chance of you actually being different about this now. “Uh, I mean, if you don’t mi-” his head was yanked down and lips were on his in a split second. Cherry lip balm, the taste of blood and the smell of your fresh clothing were all he registered. “You’re bad at hiding your crushes. Always have been.” you grinned still close to him. “You knew?” “Of course, you are the worst at pretending.” you chuckled, hands now snaking around your lower back. “Did Bucky know?” he grinned. “No, he was totally oblivious to that and I’m kinda glad about that. You have the best friendship. Now shut up and kiss me, idiot.” you said and sighed when he finally took initiative. Your back was pressed against the wall in a heartbeat, a tongue between your lips. Your hands went to the zippers and buttons of his suit, getting it off painfully slow. His hands wandered under your hoodie and you stopped him, “I just said I’ll help you with the suit.” “Y/N.” he gave you a serious stare before you chuckled with a head shake. “You got better with girls, I see.” you couldn’t continue what you were about to say since he picked you up and had you land on your bed. _____________________ Sneaking behind the team’s backs was hard but manageable for the first few weeks. But there had to be the moment where everything didn’t go as planned. “You’re back,” you whispered, looking up at him. Both of you in front of your room, the hallway empty. “We were done early.” he smiled and pushed your hair behind your ear. “Missed you.” you pouted and had a hand caressing your face shortly after. “I missed you too, darling.” he leaned down for a short kiss. “Cuddles and Sushi?” you grinned, still holding him by his jacket. “Sounds like a dream to me.” he gave you heart eyes before you went on your tiptoes for another kiss. Someone cleared their throat a few meters away and you drove apart. Your brother. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he looked at both of you with a stern look. “We thought you might be mad,” you said and Steve nodded. “I would never be mad at my two favorite people in the world being happy with each other...unless my best friend breaks my sister's heart.” his smile vanished with the last sentence and was replaced with a serious look at Steve. “In my defense. She was the one kissing me first,” he said holding his hands up, making you giggle. “And you were pretty oblivious to his crush on me all those years.” you grinned at your brother suddenly having a surprised face. “C’mon Buck, how many times did you talk to me and I didn’t listen when she was in the room.” “Now that you say it. Quite a lot of times.” he grinned. _______________________ “Y/N Elizabeth Barnes-Rogers! You are NOT pregnant, WHAT!?” an offended and happy smile was sent at you by your brother that had just heard the news from Steve and you. “You’re gonna be an uncle, James,” you said before squealing and being hugged tight. “Oh my god, Liz.” he couldn’t stop hugging you and swayed side to side with you. “We’re officially a family instead of a group of crackheads now.” you giggled. “I hope she gets your brain and none of his recklessness. Cause I’m not babysitting another Steve Rogers,” he said looking at both of you. “All we can do is try.” you grinned. He looked down on you and shook his head still in shock, “You don’t know what’s coming at you, little bean.”

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rachelswritings · 5 years ago

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yesterday i was talking about writing and my friend shannon said, "do you ever take inspiration from dreams?" in the last dream i remember, i got hired by an irritated vampire and his white-haired boyfriend. then i accidentally killed his boyfriend (the details of which i do not recall) but because he was a vampire, naturally, we could keep him semi-alive for two weeks. in this time, we had to find a cure, and also to keep him going with red, sugary drinks that were not blood, like strawberry smoothies. making those for him was my job. the vampire kept sniping about my work because he was still mad at me, which personally i thought was unfair, because it had been, like, a week since i murdered his boyfriend, and it was kind of annoying because he wanted me to look for the cure (just. generally around me, in my surroundings. every time i walked into a room i had to check all the cupboards and floors for secret panels hiding it) but because he was mad he wouldn't tell me what i was looking for. irritatingly, shuri from black panther was still mad about being fired as my predecessor. tragically she shot me before i found out a) what on earth the cure was that we were looking for (in caves, at one point?) or b) whether the boyfriend ever got it. the last thing i saw before i died/woke up was the vampire walking in, seeing that shuri had shot me, and saying "you know what? that's valid". so no, shannon. i do not take inspiration from dreams. nobody wants that.

#rachel speaks #writeblr

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peterparkers7evilexes · 6 years ago

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Happy Birthday card [lite winterspider]

Bucky can recall a total of three pleasant birthdays.

On March 10, 1922, Bucky went to his first baseball game. His grandparents bought them tickets near the front and when fireworks blasted at the end of the game, his grandmother pointed to the sky and said, “Look Bucky, it’s for your birthday!” He screamed with delight and clapped his hands, and he laughed so hard he got the hiccups.

On his sixteenth birthday, his sisters presented him with a massive, hideous portrait of himself, which he proudly hung up in his bedroom.

On his twenty-seventh birthday, someone in the 107th organized a little celebration and they shared biscuits with a bit of icing smeared on top, laughing and congratulating him on still being in one piece.

See, for the next 70 years, Bucky drifts in and out of consciousness - stirring as he’s dragged from cryo, strapped in and wiped or looking down at his bloodied hands, dazed and disoriented. On one mission in 1982, he snipes a man at his daughter’s birthday party celebration. He looks in confusion at chocolate cake splattered with brains, boxes wrapped in colorful paper forgotten in the trauma. It tugs at a feeling in him, and he wonders if he’s ever had colorful boxes and chocolate cake.

By the time he reaches his ninety-ninth birthday, Bucky doesn’t know what he’s meant to be celebrating. So he forgets about it, keeps his head down and just tries to survive.

It works - for a few years.

Then, on his one-hundred-and-second birthday, a scrawny kid from Queens tries to throw him a surprise party.

This won’t do.

Bucky finds him stuck to the ceiling, trying to paste a “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!” banner to the top of the compound’s main entryway and he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Peter.”

The kid yelps and falls off the ceiling, landing with a winded ‘oof’.

“What did we talk about?”

Getting to his feet, Peter chews his lower lip nervously and shrugs his shoulders. “Not… to make a big deal?”

“No deal. Not to make any deal,” Bucky corrects firmly. “So what’s all this?” He gestures to the banners, the balloons and what looks suspiciously like party poppers shoved in a plastic bag.

Peter looks up at him with his puppy dog face, big brown eyes wide and sad. Bucky isn’t gonna fall for that though. “We jus’ wanted to do something nice for you, Bucky.”

He sighs, and when the kid flinches, guilt swarms his chest. “This is nice,” he says sincerely. “I just-- I don’t celebrate my birthday. Never have,” he lies. “It’s not something I’m interested-- wait, did you say ‘we’?”

The kid turns pink. “Just a couple of people,” he says quickly, squeaking as Bucky growls at him. “Okay-I-invited-all-the-Avengers-and-also-Clint’s-family-and-Shuri’s-Skyping-in--”

Bucky takes a step toward him and Peter’s off like a flash, shrieking dramatically as he escapes to the lab downstairs to claim refuge.

He chuckles despite himself and, as he gets up on a ladder to pull the streamers down, he looks at the sparkling festive papers crumpled in his hand and sighs. Bucky really doesn’t want a birthday party - he thinks he’d grind his teeth to dust if he had to sit through that - but the gesture is touching.

Later that night, he hears soft footsteps outside his door approach and then scurry away just as quickly. Curious, he gets up and finds a card slid under his door. It’s a cheesy birthday card with a cartoon of an old man shaking his cane at the sky.

‘I’m sorry about the party. But I do hope you had a good birthday Bucky! Thanks for always being so nice to me. I’m happy you’re here. -Peter’

He stares at the card for a long time, a little stunned. Bucky opens his bedroom door but of course, the kid’s long gone. Carefully, he folds the card in between the pages of his journal and tucks it away, a warm, pleasant feeling growing in his chest.

As far as birthdays go, this year’s isn’t so bad.

#happy birthday bucky #winterspider #my shit #fic

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kitcat992 · 6 years ago

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Hulk’s Rematch

For @profoundfangirl

So, for those who don’t know, the Marvel Studios Reddit subreddit was absolutely flooded with speculation over the past year as we all waited for Endgame. You had your typical trolls/liars insisting they somehow saw the trailer for the movie way back in summer of 2018, and they posted these “leaks” strictly from their “memory” Remember, we didn’t get the first trailer til....January, I think? We had a long wait.

And fans were eating up anything related to the movie, no matter how stupid it sounded. If you said your uncle’s cousin’s brother worked for Disney and you saw a leak, they believed you.

A lot of this speculation was obvious bullshit. Most Reddit users called it out for what it was -- trash. Eventually the mods kept speculation off of their subreddit and then when they got closer to the movies release they just created a giant Speculation Thread for everyone to post their trash there.

But before that, we got the glorious story of Hulk’s Rematch.

If I remember, this user (who almost immediately deleted this account, thus making people believe Disney had “sniped” him) started the post by saying “DO NOT ask how I know this, I just do, I saw the trailer and this is what I remember.”

Hulk’s Rematch was so incredibly stupid that it became a meme up until the movies release.

The trailer starts off showing the damaged Infinity Gauntlet in a field on the farm planet. As the camera focuses in on the Gauntlet, we hear Tony's voice: "We were destined to lose." Epic music score starts. The Quinjet is shown landing in a Wakandan wasteland as we hear Steve Rogers say: "We have come so far." Tony and Nebula step off the jet as the remaining Avengers approach. Steve has a look of relief and says: "Tony". Tony, seemingly defeated, shakes his head and gives a friendly smirk back to Cap. Marvel Studios Logo appears We get a glimpse of the Battle of New York from 2012 Avengers. Loki is shown looking shocked and baffled as he is on top of the Stark tower. There is a flash of a blue light as the camera pans back. (Cuts to black) Next we see the Wakandan throne with M'Baku at the helm. He's surrounded by his new kingsguard. (A mix of the hill tribe and Dora Milaje). Shuri and Banner are seen working on a new project in the lab. Black Widow, in full gear, is in Hawkeye's family home from Age of Ultron. Basically everything is thrown all over the place and broken. Nat is studying some type of map with multiple photos and locations on it. A quick shot of Thanos is shown with a long sword, walking down an alleyway in New York City. The next shot is a dark hooded figure with glowing eyes, aiming a bow and arrow before shooting towards the camera. (1-2 visuals of the Quantum Realm) Scott Lang (no suit) is shown running through a park dodging explosions. (Shot of Space) Thor and Valkyrie are aboard a Kree ship. Thor says: "If the stories are true, you're our universe's last hope. If such a thing even exists anymore". The next shot is an older, determined Tony Stark walking through the new SHIELD HQ's (Avengers Facility in upstate New York). He's in full SHIELD attire and carrying an orange briefcase. Banner (wearing spandex) is seen running from something, looking terrified. The next shot is Ant-Man appearing out of a flash of light and landing in a desolate place. We see it from his point of view from inside his helmet. He looks left to right and to his left again and says: "What in the-". (Camera focuses on Vormir and its stars) Next, a shot of Rocket and Nebula modifying some new weapons in the lab. Rocket says "When can we try this bad boy out?" They both smile at eachother and fist-bump. We get our first glimpse of Iron Man in his red and gold nanotech armor. Hulk falls from the sky and lands in front of him. Thanos, in full armor, smiles. Hulk smiles back. The next shot is in Japan. War Machine, Nat, and Steve (in their full Avengers gear) are surrounded by The Yakuza. Hawkeye (Ronin) walks through everybody from behind them and approaches the Avengers. There's an intense exchange of looks between Clint and Natasha (Next shot is at the Sanctum) Wong is communicating with Dr. Strange's soul via portal. (Cuts to black) Grey haired Tony Stark and Ant-Man are in a post-apocalyptic NYC. The screen flashes back and forth multiple times through multiple scenes. We see Captain Marvel floating with her fists on fire and her eyes lit up. Thanos in the soul stone with young Gamora screaming at him Loki and Thor fighting off Chitauri together. And Tony handing Steve a brand new shield in the Wakandan throne room. (Cuts back to Tony and Scott) Tony opens the orange briefcase as Scott hands him an illuminated bracelet. Tony asks: "How?... Is this even possible?" (Iron Man and Ant-Man are shown travelling through the Quantum Realm. Tony and Scott are back in the battle of New York from 2012. The final shot before the title reveal is an Infinity Stone disappearing from Thanos' damaged gauntlet. He abruptly gets up and puts on his armor. His face goes from extremely infuriated to a menacing smile.

Title reveal:

Avengers: Annihilation

Stinger:

The Hulk is training at the new SHIELD facility with Black Widow and Steve. Steve notices that Hulk has been training non-stop as of late, so he asks why. Hulk responds in Banner's normal voice with: "My rematch is coming real soon, I can feel it!"

I feel a real pang of sorrow to say.....all this would have been better than what we got.

#fuck endgame #fuck the russo brothers #fuck kevin feige #endgame #notmytony #notmycap

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