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untilnextchapter · 1 year ago

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Masterlist : Marvel

Marvel Cinematic Universe

* = Smut (Minors DNI) || 🦋 = Series || Beware of the TW please

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Do you love Bucky series? @justkending is the writer for you! Here are some of my favourites:

Finding Memories 🦋 (Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader, Waking up with little to no memory of her past, and being saved by a group of individuals who call themselves heroes, sends a long time captive for a whirlwind trying to find some form of grounding in this world she quickly learns runs on chaos. But she’s not the only one trying to figure out her forgotten backstory. Bucky Barnes, along with the other Avengers, can’t help but sense that there is a lot more to the whole situation than a diagnosis of amnesia. Her background slowly starts to come forward in pieces of her past and hidden information discovered. Who is she? And why was she in the room they were meant to destroy?)

The Number One Rule 🦋 (Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader, Y/N has always been seen as “Steve’s rambunctious sister.” However, she grew up, graduated, and moved to London to study abroad for 4 years and get her bachelor’s degree. The girl that returns looks nothing like the teenager that left. But don’t worry, the attitude is still there and stronger than ever. What’s to come of the two grown adults that used to push each other’s buttons, but now have a lot more in common than they’ve ever realized?)

The Slip Up 🦋 (Bucky Barnes x Single mom!Reader, After a last hurrah to graduating college with a future to be a family practitioner, a little slip up happens… Seven years down the road, just when things just now seem to be going smoothly, Y/N approaches that slip up from all those years ago. She’s not looking for anything right now. She is just where she wants to be in life. It seems the universe has a different idea though. One called James Barnes.)

So, my number one for smutty Bucky is the wonderful @sinner-as-saint. Here are a few of my favourites:

Capital Letters * 🦋 (Bucky AU x Fem!Reader, You were fortunate enough to work for who was considered to be one of the best, most admired and affluent authors of your time; Mr. James Buchanan Barnes. And soon, things weren’t so professional between you and the man…)

His Obsession * (Mob!Seb x Housekeeper!Reader, You work for the notorious mob boss. You’re at his house regularly; tidying up and cleaning and surprisingly you’re not scared of him like the rest of his staff are. Sure he is authoritative, and mean but he’s never disrespectful or inappropriate, nor does he bark orders at you like he does with the guys. And you were almost certain that he barely pays attention to you. Until one evening he confronts you about something. And what starts out heated, ends in a night neither of you will ever forget…)

Miscellaneous Authors:

Diner Girl || @ofstarsandvibranium (Fem!Reader, After coming across a small diner, he becomes enamoured with you, a waitress)

Set me free || @intrepidacious (Bucky x Nymph!Reader, Once upon a time, a soldier fell from a train. Thankfully, this time, he is found by gentle hands, and a beautiful voice keeps him safe from the cold)

Heal me, baby || @/intrepidacious (Bucky x Nurse!Reader, Your friendship starts with you cleaning up his wounds and Bucky paying to get the blood stains out of your couch. Something else starts, too)

Nightingale’s Song 🦋 || @thatfanficstuff (Barnes x OC, James Buchanan Barnes. Captain America’s best friend. Hydra’s secret weapon. A man lost in time who can’t remember his own name let alone those he held most dear. Florence Anna Charles. A nurse on the front in World War II. A mutant in a time they weren’t known. A woman who can heal with a touch that catches the attention of Hydra)

Lessons in Love || @violentdelightsandviolentends (Bucky x Fem!Reader, Bucky didn't believe in love at first sight. Then he met you.)

[Not Named] || @terry-perry (Dad!Buck x Fem!Reader, Can I request of Jack is clinging on Y/n like koala. Like when Bucky try to pry him off of her but he said “No! I’m staying with mommy and protect her!”)

Mood lighting || @frankieetaylorr (1930s!Bucky x Fem!wheelchair-user!Reader, You never understood why he always came to the dances your resident home threw but you were always so glad when he did)

TW: brief mention of abandonment

Secret Book Club || @starks-hero (40’s!Bucky x Reader, Bucky’s got a new book and he just can’t seem to put it down)

Instinct || @dilemmaontwolegs (FATWS!Bucky x Blind!Fem!Reader, After trying to stop a mugging before Bucky intervenes as reward is offered and so he tracks you down)

Fall into Winter * 🦋 [Ao3] || Miajah (Bucky x Reader, Mae was just doing her civic duty when she saved Iron Man, now she can't seem to get rid of him. Then there was the Winter Soldier and of course Captain America himself. A girl can't catch a break)

Running From the Past * 🦋 [Ao3] || @green-eyeddragonfanfiction (Buck x Mutant!Reader, Reader is a mutant who was experimented on by HYDRA. Due to her unique powers, she escapes without being seen when the Avengers attack the Hydra compound she’s been kept in for the last 5 years of her life. Her mutations and Hydra experiments allow her to blend in with her surroundings (like a chameleon/cuttlefish/octopus) and change her appearance in minor ways (such as hair, skin, and eye color), though the changes are only temporary. She’s now on the run, avoiding both Hydra and SHIELD)

Steve Rogers x Reader

You and Me Together 🦋 || @/ofstarsandvibranium (Single Parent Steve x Fem!Reader, After the death of his wife, Sharon, Steve Rogers is now the single parent of their daughter, Grace. Three years after his wife’s death, his friends convince him to go back into the dating game)

Not a Perfect Princess || @shmaptainwrites || (Steve x Princess!Reader, Reader meets one of the heros who saved her country and realizes around him she doesn’t have to be a perfect princess)

Making the Team || @heliads (Dad!Steve x Daughter!Reader, The reader is the daughter of natasha and steve, and she is nervous about for her first mission. Her mom and dad tell her that everything is gonna be great, and the mission is complete, but the reader is badly injured and her parents and Bruce takes care of her)

10 Years Time 🦋 || @/justkending (Steve x Stark!Daughter!Reader, As princess of Alberia, it is your duty to grow into a rightful young lady if you plan on ruling your family’s country. Of course, the only way your father can see this happening is sending you off to a boarding camp at the age of 14 for 10 years to learn what it means to grow into a Queen.That means leaving all your friends and family behind. One specific person, your best friend, you never want to say goodbye to. But 10 years later, you come back grown into a young lady, and find your best friend has grown into a knightly young man. How will you two adjust after 10 years apart? Will things be the same, or will all that’s happened in that span of time affect your relationship?)

Tony Stark x Reader

Dum-E || @mostly-marvel-musings (Tony x Fem!Reader, DUM-E has probably tried petting Tony's hair with his grabby claw when Tony falls asleep in the lab because he's seen you do it and noticed that Tony likes it)

Hot Chocolate and Hoodies || @deadlymistletoe (Tony x Fem!Reader, A dare involving a hoodie eventually leads to hidden feelings being revealed)

Maybe to annoy you || @specialagentlokitty (Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader, Tony's daughter and she has a crush on Steve, like everytime she sees him she blushes and Tony is a little annoyed)

Two Wicks, One Flame * 🦋 [Ao3] || AmberSnapeBlack (Tony x Soulmate!OC, Emma has had it rough her whole life. Her experiences have shaped her into who she is today, a twenty three year old bus girl with no self esteem or backbone. She hates the lime light...well she hates socializing at all. She has never paid her soul mark any mind. Most days, she forgets it even exists. That will change for her in a way she never anticipated. What comes with bearing the soul mark of the man who is the forefront of the Avengers? Who is almost always in lime light? Who is possibly, already taken? Does she want to know?)

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Little Love || @/ofstarsandvibranium (Loki x Short!Reader, where the reader is super short)

Shatter This Glass And Set Me Free * 🦋 [Ao3] || @shiningloki || (Loki x OC, Loki hasn't seen the light of day in years. He has been locked away in Stark Tower, waiting for Odin to free him of his punishment after his attack on New York. He's angry, he's spiteful, but most of all, he's lonely. It is not until one day when a new face comes along Stark Tower that everything begins to change. She's different from the rest. She's trusting, she's curious, and she's willing to give Loki a chance at companionship that no one has ever offered him)

The Eyes of the Beholder 🦋 || @/starks-hero (Gorgon!Loki x Blind!Reader, Loki has spent years in solitude, hidden away in the mountains south of Athens. Having been cursed by the gods for his trickery, anyone that sets eyes on him shall turn to stone. But what happens when an unfortunate mortal wanders into his domain?)

TW: Descriptions of blood, violence and injury, angst

Dances and Daggers 🦋 [Ao3] || Cozy_The_Overlord (Loki x OC, The Summer Festival is upon Asgard, as is the tradition of the dagger ceremony, where each unmarried gentleman chooses a lady to bestow with the honor of carrying his dagger for the night. As Prince Thor's betrothed, Teki's only goal is to accept his dagger with grace and hope that her violent stepfather doesn't find fault with her in the process. But Prince Thor is unpredictable, and when he ignores his engagement on a whim Teki finds herself in a desperate situation. Luckily, Thor isn't the only prince in Asgard…)

Avengers x Reader

Not a burden || @/specialagentlokitty (Autistic!Child!Reader, Would you be comfortable writing something where Bucky and Steve (or maybe the whole Avengers team if you like that better) adopt the autistic reader after finding out her mother emotionally abused her?)

Some Things Never Sleep 🦋 [FF.Net] || MotomamiBizcochito (Avengers x OC, Emma Rogers, AKA The Viper Assassin, has been under Hydra's thumb for nine long years until the Avengers rescue her from a Hydra base after receiving anonymous intel from the Winter Soldier. She's thrown into a world of freedom which she's never known but with the help of her grandfather, Captain America, she slowly becomes accustomed to her new life until Tony Stark brings up the Sokovia Accords. Emma is caught in the middle of a war as she becomes intent on protecting the man she calls her father and siding with her grandfather. Not to mention she crosses paths with a certain webslinging nuisance that knows just how to push her buttons like no other...what Emma would give for the days she spent knife fighting with her father in Siberia)

I know it's a Spiderman x OC but it's because of this story I discovered MCU and Emma has a lot of relations with Avengers. A LOT of TW, check them all please

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libertasis-moved · 4 years ago

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— 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 / 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀 , * this is subject to change as i think of more to add, but this is the basis and the timeline that i will be following throughout my default verse. only really taking inspiration from the first captain america movie, the rest is all headcanon based.

FEBRUARY 4TH, 1893: joseph ‘ joe ’ steven rogers is born in dublin, ireland to steven william john rogers and mary-ann helen rogers. AUGUST 15TH, 1895: sarah colleen collins is born in dublin, ireland to ian grant collins and elizabeth jean collins. APRIL 9TH, 1913: joe and sarah get married in dublin, ireland. UNKNOWN DATE, 1913: joe and sarah immigrate to brooklyn, new york city to live the american dream. JULY 28TH, 1914: the great war (world war one) begins. UNKNOWN DATE, 1914: joe is enlisted into the war, serving in the 107th infantry. sarah serves as a nurse back in new york. UNKNOWN DATE, 1918: joe is shot overseas and is honourably discharged. JULY 4TH, 1918: steven grant rogers is born in new york city, usa to joseph steve rogers and sarah colleen rogers. NOVEMBER 11TH, 1918: the great war ends.

UNKNOWN DATE, 1920: joe is employed at the docks, sarah continues to work at the hospital as a nurse. UNKNOWN DATE, 1923: joe loses his job at the docks, he struggles to pick up another and turns to alcohol and gets heavily involved with loan sharks and taking out loans. the rogers’ family is in debt. UNKNOWN DATE, 1924: steve starts attending the florence nightingale school. SEPTEMBER 23RD, 1926: joe rogers dies of influenza. steve is eight years old. UNKNOWN DATE, 1926: steve rogers meets james buchanan ‘ bucky ’ barnes. UNKNOWN DATE, 1927: sarah begins taking on additional jobs, atop her shift as a nurse to keep a roof over her and steve’s head, but hopefully begin to pay off the debt left to the loan sharks after joe’s death. UNKNOWN DATE, 1930: steve picks up a paper round, to help his mother with paying off his father’s debts. UNKNOWN DATE, 1931: steve finishes his education at the florence nightingale school and begins attending george washington high school. UNKNOWN DATE, 1935: steve finishes his education at the george washington high school. NOVEMBER 1ST, 1936: sarah rogers dies of tuberculous, steve is eighteen years old. he is now the sole survivor of the rogers’ family. UNKNOWN DATE, 1937: steve begins attending the auburndale art school with bucky. UNKNOWN DATE, 1938: steve stops attending the auburndale art school. UNKNOWN DATE, 1938: down at coney island, steve draws and sells his artwork along the boardwalk for ten cent a piece. SEPTEMBER 1ST, 1939: world war two begins.

DECEMBER 7TH, 1941: the united states enters the second world war. UNKNOWN DATE, 1941: bucky trains steve at goldie’s boxing gym before they go enlist together. bucky is accepted, steve is not. JUNE 14TH, 1943: steve and bucky attend the world exposition of tomorrow before bucky is shipped out. steve is approached by doctor abraham erskine and is recruited into the united states army through project rebirth. JUNE 15TH, 1943: steve begins his training at camp lehigh, under the supervision of colonel chester phillips. JUNE 22ND, 1943: project rebirth is put into motion. steve rogers is injected with the super soldier serum and is transform into the world’s first super soldier. abraham erskine is assassinated by an operative of hydra. after erskine’s death, steve is unwilling to be kept around for research and is given an ultimatum. JUNE 23RD, 1943: steve rogers begins his uso tour as american propaganda. given the name captain america, he becomes a national celebrity, appearing in films, comic books and card collections. UNKNOWN DATE, 1943: using the money from his uso tour, steve is able to pay off his father’s debt. NOVEMBER 3RD, 1943: steve’s tour takes him to italy, where he performs for the soldiers fighting overseas. he learns of the 107th capture, which includes the capture of bucky barnes. steve goes behind colonel phillips back and performs a rescue mission behind enemy lines. captain america saved the lives of four hundred men. NOVEMBER 4TH, 1943: the howling commandos are formed, consisting of steve rogers, bucky barnes, dum dum dugan, gabe jones, jim morita, james montgomery falsworth and jacques dernier. MAY 6TH, 1944: captain america is present at operation overload (the battle of normandy). UNKNOWN DATE, 1944: captain america punches h*tler. UNKNOWN DATE, 1945: outside stalingrad, captain america and the howling commandos rescue over one thousand men. FEBRUARY 1ST, 1945: the howling commandos board a train and capture armin zola, in the ensuing battle against hydra agents, james buchanan ‘ bucky ’ barnes falls from the train and is presumed dead. FEBRUARY 4TH, 1945: steve, whilst mourning the death of his best friend vows to defeat hydra and the red skull. FEBRUARY 5TH, 1945: captain america attacks the hydra headquarters! the red skull escapes in the valkyrie, but captain america boards before take off. an ensuing battle occurs on the ship, until captain america defeats the red skull. the valkyrie was set on auto pilot to fly over major cities across the states and drop bombs, but steve crashes the valkyrie before this can happen, off the coast of greenland. captain america is presumed dead. MARCH 4TH, 1945: the disappearance of captain america is publicly revealed. MARCH 5TH, 1945: newspapers and radios begin to report on captain america’s disappearance and presumed death. MAY 8TH, 1945: the allies accepted germany’s surrender, the war ends in the united kingdom. SEPTEMBER 2ND, 1945: world war two ends.

OCTOBER 5TH, 2011: a russian oil team discovers the crashed valkyrie. s.h.i.e.l.d. agents are dispatched and whilst exploring the wreck, they found the body of steve rogers, who is still alive and cryogenically preserved in ice. OCTOBER 7TH, 2011: steve’s body is thawed out of the ice and is moved to new york city. OCTOBER 8TH, 2011: steve wakes up at a s.h.i.e.l.d base and escapes, only to run out the building into a world he did not recognise. OCTOBER 9TH, 2011: steve is sent to another s.h.i.e.l.d. base, where he would stay until he was caught up to speed with everything that has happened in the past sixty-six years. JANUARY 25TH, 2012: steve is released from the s.h.i.e.l.d base and reenters the world. UNKNOWN DATE, 2012: captain america joins the avengers. JUNE 4TH, 2012: captain america becomes the face of multiple campaign videos used at schools across the country. UNKNOWN DATE, 2012: steve rogers meets sharon carter. OCTOBER 5TH, 2012: on the one year anniversary of captain america being discovered, the smithsonian institution unveils it’s captain america exhibit. JANUARY 11TH, 2014: captain america fights against the winter soldier, whom he recognises as his presumed death best friend, bucky barnes. JANUARY 12TH, 2014: captain america fights the winter soldier for the second time. the fight is brutal and steve almost drowns in the potomac river, until he is rescued by bucky and pulled onto the surface. UNKNOWN DATE, 2015: during an avengers mission, steve rescues a dog and brings him to a local animal shelter. eventually, steve returns to adopt the same dog, naming him cadet. UNKNOWN DATE, 2016: steve reaches out and begins to rebuild his friendship with bucky barnes, who has now broken free from hydra. UNKNOWN DATE, 2017: steve starts to hold sessions at the local community center for war veterans, both past and present. UNKNOWN DATE, 2018: steve begins to volunteer at the f.e.a.s.t centre. PRESENT DAY: steve rogers is the leader of the avengers, an avid volunteer and a living legend. more to be added.

#⍟･ﾟ: › 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 –– remember why you started. don’t give up ‚ find a way.#idk what to tag this as ......#but this is it #this is the timeline i just spent the #last three or so hours working on and i'm tired.#i'm sure i've missed out loads #but i'll fill in the gaps when i need too.#and i kinda gave up with the banners #at the end so take this half ass attempt at them asfjsaklfa #apologises for my #1940's bit just beign hectic i had fun writing that safksalfa #and then my brain #began to melt when i reached the modern day #but uwu here we go.

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mohini-musing · 5 years ago

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Whiskey and other lullabies

Set in Chasing Ghosts, James vs. the hell cold - complete with overly helpful Steve and actually helpful Tasha

James is more than ready to sleep until next Tuesday, provided 6 days are long enough for the hell cold to go away. A night full of hacking utterly disgusting goo into the toilet while testing the limits of how many times it’s possible to need a tissue in any given five minute time span – too many for his fever addled brain to track – leaves him curled up at the top of the bed with his feet under the blanket while the rest of him sweats like it’s his job. He’s sticky and cold and boiling all at once. A shower would be good, but that would require being upright.

“I have tea,” Steve offers in a voice that’s far too cheerful for the situation.

Before he can object, James is being hauled upright (cue the return of the vertigo that had almost settled down to manageable) and a steaming mug of something herbal is at his lips. He chokes it down. Trying to tell overly helpful Saint Steven the Bringer of Teas that he’s just going to puke it up is a lost cause. The line about it being better to have something in him may well be true, but it doesn’t help when mint tea is stinging his sinuses on the way out.

There are pills, too, little red ones that James thinks are a decongestant, little white ones he hopes are acetaminophen, and bright orange ones that will ensure that the mess coming back up will be neon next round. And there will be a next round. Steve seems intent on making sure of that, what with all the damn tea. And crackers. James is ready to start pelting him with soda crackers, if only he thought he could aim.

“I can make some soup later, get some nutrients in you,” Steve is babbling and James can feel tea and mucus creeping up his throat at the very thought.

“I’m okay,” James chokes out, pressing his fist to his lips when the tight feeling at the back of his palate shoots upward to gag worthy.

“I got the good kind, from the deli,” Steve’s continuing and that’s it for James.

He lurches off the edge of the bed and stumbles into the bathroom, diving toward the toilet and cursing when he lands with more weight toward the prosthetic arm than the flesh one. His head bounces against the tank before his forehead connects with the seat. Not that it matters. A concussion isn’t going to make him any more nauseous than he is now.

The pills haven’t even begun to dissolve when they land in the toilet, sending up little splashes of gross as the tea spills from his lips and his back arches in a way that makes everything ache. When he’s finished he doesn’t bother trying to move, just flushes the evidence and pillows his head on the seat of the toilet. Might as well stay put. Steve will be along with more fucking tea soon anyway.

He wakes to a voice that is either savior or satan. He’s not terribly invested in determining which one, as long as Tasha makes Steve stop taking excessively attentive care of him.

“What hell, Rogers? There are five fucking mugs on the dresser! You said he was sick all night, how much goddamn tea did you push on him?”

Steve’s stammering something about fluids and congestion and trying to help.

“That is not help. Go away. Call Sam or something and crash with him. No one needs your Florence Nightingale routine here.”

James would feel bad for Steve getting Tasha’s reprimand at full volume like that but he’s just glad for a break from the damn tea. He’s never drinking herbal tea again. Ever.

There are drawers opening and closing, Tasha telling Steve to put what he needs for classes in a bag as well, and then Steve’s calling through the bathroom door that he’s going to stay with Sam a few days and that Tasha’s going to be there. James is tempted to tell him that he’s not a toddler and doesn’t actually need a babysitter, but he’s too grateful for Tasha making Steve stop to be snarky.

Some indeterminate amount of time later, the bathroom door creaks open.

“Alright, up you get,” Tasha orders. She steps past him and turns on the shower, then grips his upper arms and guides him to stand.

“Wash. Then bed.”

Orders are good. Orders can be followed without thought. The fever’s high enough that time and place are hazy, but Tasha’s voice means not desert so that’s all he cares about. There’s a hand on his chin, directing him to face her.

“Give me your hand,” she tells him. James would laugh at the sheer hilarity of such a literal request if he wasn’t biting back a yelp when she peels the protective gel cap from his stump. The skin there is always a little irritated, the scar tissue permanently pink and pitted. But there are streaks of bright red as well, swollen spots from too much heat and excess friction from him tossing and turning and clinging to the toilet all night.

Standing makes him dizzy, and Tasha tells him to sit on the now closed toilet while she puts the arm on the charging dock. When she returns, she talks him through stripping out of sweat chilled pajamas and sitting on the floor of the tub. The water she sprays him with is just the right side of not quite hot, and her clipped commands to wash with a bar of soap pressed into his hand are more comforting than all the mother henning Steve showered him with overnight.

Helpless is terrifying. Tasha gets that. She comforts without coddling. Truth be told, she probably doesn’t know another way, but it’s their way, and it’s right. She hoses him off with the handheld shower head and closes the taps.

“Up. Let’s get your ass to bed.”

There’s a towel and small hands rubbing his shoulders and back dry before handing the towel to him for the rest. She’s found boxers and a soft t-shirt for him, so he dresses before following her into the bedroom. The bed is remade and there’s no remaining evidence of the overnight hydration quest. Tasha rubs salve into the irritated skin of his stump before tucking him under a sheet. The blanket is folded at the foot of the bed. There’s a mixing bowl on the bedside table, which she points out.

“You want up, you yell for me. Otherwise, use the damn bowl. Then yell for me.”

Bedside manner isn’t her strength, but she’s efficient. There’s a sealed tumbler of ice water and an airline bottle of bourbon. He raises an eyebrow at that.

“Whiskey makes everything better,” she tells him. “Drink it. Sleep. Feel better.”

He nods, then looks pointedly at his stump. Technically, he can open bottles one handed, but he’s too tired to make that kind of effort. She laughs, twists off the little metal top, and hands it back to him. A quick, burning swallow later, there’s Jim Beam warming his throat.

He drops his head back onto the pillow and there’s a hand brushing through his hair. His head hurts, his throat feels seared raw, and he’s still queasy. None of it matters much. Tasha’s there, growling at him to be still and rest, offering bourbon and orders and all the things he actually wants.

#hell cold #chasing ghosts universe #Bucky Barnes #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #emeto #sickfic #Steve Rogers #steve and bucky #AU - foster care siblings #amputee bucky barnes #james barnes

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thatfanficstuff · 6 years ago

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Nightingale’s Song (1)

Pairing: None yet

Warnings: nope.

Series Masterlist

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World War II...Shortly after Captain America rescues the 107th from captivity.

Florence Anna Charles was a war nurse, one of the best in fact. Doctors proclaimed her ability to soothe hurting patients astounding and the way those patients recovered miraculous. It wasn't long before they began assigning her to care for the hopeless cases and lost causes. The men whose ticket home was a body bag. But time after time, those men would recover, usually just enough to be sent to a hospital back in the States.

It was suspicious, certainly, but no doctor was about to look too closely at the how or the why. What mattered to them were the results and they were indisputable. And if the other nurses tended to keep their distance or the doctors stopped talking when she walked in the room, Anna was okay with that. She wasn’t here to make friends. She was here to save lives.

At the moment there didn’t appear to be anything life threatening, but numerous soldiers that had been rescued by Captain America were pouring into the camp. Medical personnel were running about, checking them over for injuries and clearing them for duty as appropriate. Most of them were simply dehydrated and malnourished. As usual, Anna began working without waiting for direction. It wasn't as if she needed someone to tell her how to examine a service man. And nothing irritated her more than people who stood about when there was work to be done.

"Hello, soldier," she said as she stepped over to one of the men, looking at the paperwork in her hand. When he didn't respond, she glanced up and her breath caught just a bit.

He was beautiful. She supposed that wasn't the best word to use to describe a man, but it was the first word to pop into her head when she saw him. Even with the cuts and bruises, he was gorgeous. His short brown hair was understandably a mess and his piercing blue eyes seemed to burn right through her.

His eyes were wide as they ran over her. Her cheeks flushed and she smiled even as she dropped her gaze back down. He cleared his throat. "S-Sorry. Sergeant James Barnes, ma'am. You can call me Bucky."

She set the paperwork aside and met his gaze with a smile. "Well, Sergeant Barnes, you can call me Anna. Or anything but Ma'am really."

He grinned at that and her heart responded like a giddy schoolgirl. Why was she acting like she'd never been around a pretty face before?

She shook her head as she placed her fingers under his chin and lifted it to look at the bruising on his neck. She pressed against the wounds carefully. "Does this hurt?"

"No, M-Anna."

She nodded and let him lower his head so she could clean the cut on his cheek. He winced slightly when the disinfectant hit the open wound but was otherwise still. Her eyes ran over him, taking in the way he held himself as he sat on the table.

"What else is bothering you?"

"Nothing."

"Want to try that again, soldier?" she asked with an arched brow. It was evident from the way he sat that something was hurting him. Most likely his ribs.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about. Can I go now?"

She looked at him blankly for a long moment. He squirmed under her observation but didn't say anything. Finally, she reached out and pressed lightly against the ribs on the side he was favoring.

He hissed in a breath and grunted in pain. "My ribs may be a little sore now that you mention it."

"Mmm-hmm. Shirt up," she said with a gesture.

He rolled up his shirt so she could see his side. Dark purple bruises mottled the otherwise pale skin. She cringed in sympathy as she saw the injury. A glance around the tent showed no one paying any attention to the two of them.

She laid her hand lightly against his side. "Sorry, my hands are cold."

"It's fine. Feels good actually."

"I'm going to try something, Sergeant. It may hurt for a moment but it will feel better after. Okay?"

"Sure thing, doll."

She shook her head at the nickname then closed her eyes and concentrated. Power flowed from her hand and into the man in front of her, knitting his broken ribs back together. Four of them to be exact. He would have been miserable for a long time without her intervention.

When she finished, she removed her hand from his side. "Take a deep breath. See how that feels."

He did as she instructed though he was hesitant at first. "They feel perfect." He glanced from his side to her in surprise. "How did you do that?"

She gave him a small smile. "They were simply dislocated. I fixed them."

He stared at her and she could tell that he didn't believe a word she said. Before he could question her further, another voice interrupted them. "Will he live, nurse?"

They both turned to see Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, standing there with a grin. She nodded. "He's all yours, Captain."

Bucky hopped down and looked at her for a long moment before walking off with his best friend.

***

Anna's mind was elsewhere as she trudged through the chow line. The men that arrived at camp that day were in surprisingly good health considering what they'd been through. She had seen several of them, but her thoughts were on one. Bucky Barnes. She still couldn't believe she had used her ability on him. She'd managed to avoid getting caught this long by saving it for the extreme cases. The ones that were so close to death that when they survived, no one wanted to look too closely at the how.

Or she stuck with easing the soldier's pain and let him heal on his own. And then Bucky Barnes stumbled into her life and she threw aside all her rules. She sighed as she turned from the line. Her eyes ran over the tables, looking for somewhere to sit. Her gaze settled on a familiar head of dark hair sitting next to a walking flag. Barnes and Rogers. As tempted as she was to sit with them, she figured she shouldn't risk it.

Then Peggy Carter sat across from them. Anna and Peggy had been friends for years. Deciding fate was nudging her in that direction, Anna shrugged and headed toward her best friend.

"I'm telling you, those ribs were broken, Steve," she heard Bucky say as she neared the table and she cringed slightly.

Peggy had already spotted her approach and must have seen the look on her face. "Didn't you know that Anna is a miracle worker?" she asked before smiling up at her. "Isn't that right, Florence?"

Anna groaned as she took the seat across from Bucky. "Why are you calling me that, Margaret?" She gave Steve and Bucky a nod. "Hello, gentlemen."

Peggy held up her hands. "Truce."

"You two know each other?" Steve asked.

At the same time, Bucky said, "Florence?"

"We grew up together," Peggy explained. The smile that lit her face could only be described as wicked. "Which is why I know her full name is Florence Anna Charles."

Anna rolled her eyes even though she knew precisely what Peggy was up to. As the only person that knew her secret, Peggy was trying to change the focus of the conversation. Bless her. "Yes, thank you for telling everyone."

***

Bucky grinned at their interaction. It reminded him of how he and Steve were with each other.

Peggy draped an arm around Anna's shoulders. "You know you love me."

Anna pointed at her friend with her fork. "We're stuck with each other forever. We have far too many secrets on each other."

The women laughed and Bucky looked between the two of them. They couldn't look any different if they tried. Peggy had dark hair perfectly pinned, lips done up in a bright red and warm chocolate colored eyes. Anna's dark blonde hair was pulled back but wisps of it had come loose to hang beside her face and along her neck. The only makeup he could tell she wore was a gloss of some kind on her soft pink lips and her eyes were a pale icy blue lit with humor.

He was smitten. There was no other word for it really. Steve could have Peggy. Florence Anna Charles was absolutely stunning and Bucky intended to make her his girl.

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speedybaeandbirdiebae · 7 years ago

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The assignment (Pietro x OC)

This is a short story idea I had in my head for a few days since I am currently in the process of developing Cadence’s relationship with Pietro. I really wanted to make a story about how they met. I am hoping that I kept everyone in character and the idea of a vulnerable Pietro is kind of cute in my eyes.

Warnings: None

Pairings: Pietro x Cadence Wilson (OC)

Words: 2,870

Cadence remembered the day she met the man she knew that she’d love forever. It wasn’t as if she had expected to find love at her job nor did she have the courage to even mention it to her brother. It’d be weird for him to understand her sudden love for what essentially was a dead man. She remembered the day they brought him in, it was hours after the battle in Sokovia. The helicarrier landed and she saw Hawkeye running into the SHIELD hospital carrying a body. It wasn’t a civilian but rather a newly initiated member of the Avengers team. She could tell the archer was worried as he screamed for medics before finally laying the dead man on the table with care.

For a moment she wasn’t sure what to do, one-minute Cadence was heading to Director Fury’s office with some files and then the next she was standing outside a room watching as the doctors worked on saving the life of the fallen hero. She found herself standing outside the door next to Hawkeye, not saying a word but silently praying with him for the young man’s recovery. It wasn’t as if there was anything the two could do about it nor could they say anything more than a few words that were either a prayer or in Hawkeye’s case berating himself for getting caught by a machine called Ultra or Ultron or whatever it was called.

Shaking her head Cadence once again went to the small window and made out the doctors trying to wake the young man. However, it was all over when she saw them cover his face with a white sheet and doctors looking down in sadness. They had done all they could and weren’t able to save the fallen hero. Looking over her shoulder Cadence saw Hawkeye sitting on the bench, his head against the wall, and his hand covering his eyes. She wasn’t sure if he was shedding tears or praying but she knew he’d probably shed tears once the doctors came out to tell him of the loss.

Walking back to the window Cadence looked in and saw the doctors talking amongst one another before she saw them wheel in a large crate? Or was it casket made for members of the Avengers? She made out the faint outline of three doctors lifting the young man’s body and placing him inside the casket-like item. She raised an eyebrow and saw them close it before pressing buttons. What was that thing? Were they going to send it into space or something?

Giving a soft sigh she went over to where Hawkeye sat and looked at him as she put her arms around his shoulders and hugged him close. She could feel him shaking and her shirt become wet. The archer was crying as he already knew that his comrade had died.

~A week later~

“Sam, I’m going to work now,” Cadence called out to her brother Sam Wilson as she stopped outside the bedroom that belonged to him. “I’ll be home late since I want to stop at that new restaurant near Stark Tower, apparently Tony recommended it to me.”

Sam Wilson better known as Falcon opened his door and looked down at his younger sister with a small smile. He placed a hand on her head and ruffled her hair. “Have a good day Candi.”

“First of all, Sam, call me Cadence when I am here, and second please stop messing up my hair, it took me two hours to get it the way I liked it.” Cadence moved his hand from her head. “Also, can you be sure that the others help Wanda get used to the city layout? She got lost when she went out on her own, so please be nice and help her.”

“I’ll tell the others to help her,” Sam promised. “Go on now Candi, I’ll see you later and maybe if you’re good I’ll let you join me and Steve on a midnight jog.”

“Oh, you are so kind,” Cadence gave a mock bow before heading down the hallway. She passed by Steve Rogers better known as Captain America. “Hi Captain, Bye Captain.”

“Have a good day!” Steve called after her, he watched as she walked down the hallway, tilting his head to the side as she did. His face held a small look of interest. Did all women in this era wear miniskirts to work? He turned around when he heard a snort and saw Sam staring at him. “What?”

“I saw you staring at Candi,” Sam snickered. “But remember, she’s MY little sister and I won’t have anyone, not even you stare at her like that.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Steve held up his hands in mock surrender. “Come on, let’s get going, we still have to set up the training room.”

Sam laughed. “Alright.” He walked out of his room and shut the door before slugging Steve in the shoulder. He fanned his hand out of the sheer pain that went through him. “Man, you’re lucky you’re my friend, I would’ve had to send red wing after you for ogling Candi like that.”

“Agent Wilson,”

Cadence walked into the office of Fury as she held the stack of folders in her arms. She had been busying herself with sorting through the large list of charges that had been accumulated from the last battle the Avengers had fought. Oh, the joy of being able to do accounting with SHIELD when not on a mission.

“Yes Director?” Cadence asked sitting the folders on the desk as she saluted the man sitting behind the desk.

“I have an assignment for you,” Fury said. “Are you familiar with the Avengers’ battle in Sokovia?”

“Yes, I am well aware of it,” Cadence answered. “My brother told me about what happened, and I saw Agent Barton bring in a body from said battle.”

“Then you won’t be against the assignment I have for you,” Fury brought up a screen with the image of the young man that Cadence had seen being placed in the strange casket-like device. “I want you to help with one of our Avengers.”

“Unless you have an Ouija board then I cannot help a dead man,” Cadence replied dryly. She straightened up when she was glared at. “Sorry sir, a little dead person humor.”

“He isn’t dead,” Fury explained bringing up another screen showing the silver-haired young man lying in a hospital bed hooked up to some machines. “There was something to his fast metabolism that helped him stay alive.”

“But he died.” Cadence insisted. “I saw him get placed inside a casket when it was determined he was dead.”

“That was one of Dr. Cho’s regeneration cradles,” Fury explained. “Agent Wilson, I am asking you to complete this assignment.”

“Alright, so I’m to help him get back on his feet before he goes back to the Avengers?” Cadence asked. “So basically, I’m playing Florence Nightingale to a fallen hero?”

“Essentially yes,” Fury said. “And I don’t want Speedy to wreck this place the moment he realizes he’s fully healed. You’re to keep him in check.”

“Fine,” Cadence said waving a hand. “I’ll take care of him.”

“Good.” Fury said. “You may leave now.”

“Yes sir,” Cadence walked out of the office mumbling under her breath. “Bald one-eyed bastard…”

“I heard that!”

“Damn he has good hearing,” Cadence grumbled walking down the hallway and to the elevators to go to the medical wing.

“Ok, I need to go in there check on him and then walk back out,” Cadence said to herself as she paced outside of the room. “Ok, that should be easy, I can make sure he’s comfortable and get out of there without making small talk.”

She turned and went to open the door before groaning and pulling her hand away. She couldn’t just waltz in there and tell him that she’d been assigned to look after him. For god’s sake, he was a grown man! He probably would stare and laugh her out of the room. Shaking her head Cadence cleared her thoughts.

“Ok, I can do this,” She said to herself and pulled open the door. She was greeted by the sound of machines and the sight of the man lying in the bed with his eyes closed. She kept herself quiet and walked over to where he lay. She began her task of checking the machines monitoring his heart rate and making sure that his pillow was at least fluffed.

“Wonder why I have to take care of you,” Cadence said quietly as she began the task of fluffing the pillow behind the young man’s head.

She looked down at him with a small smile taking note of his features. She had to admit he was rather handsome, the way his hair fell over his forehead and his chiseled features. What stood out the most was the strange color of his hair, it was a silvery blonde, but the back had hints of brown in it.

As she worked she didn’t notice that the young man’s hand moved as it lifted from the bed and took a hold of her wrist.

“What the hell!?” Cadence let out a loud scream and tried wrestling her wrist away. She gave out an annoyed grunt and tried prying the hand off her. “Let go! I swear I will kill you! I’ll smother you!”

The sound of a low chuckle was heard, and Cadence saw the young man sit up slowly, his hair tousled and out of place. God, he looked painfully good that way. She wanted nothing more to run her fingers through it. She bit her lip to suppress her gasp of awe at the beautiful blue eyes staring at her in interest.

“Are you an angel?” the young man asked, his voice laced with a thick accent that Cadence quickly assumed was Sokovian.

“No, my name’s Cadence Wilson but please call me Agent Wilson,” Cadence said. “Could you release my wrist?”

The young man let her wrist go and he looked at her closely. “You work for SHIELD?”

“Yes, I do,” Cadence answered as she resumed her tasks she’d been assigned. “I’m here to help you with your rehabilitation so you can go back to fighting with the Avengers.”

“So, you’re a SHIELD agent yes?”

“Yes, I am,” Cadence answered with a roll of her eyes. She turned and looked at him closely. “Are you in any pain?”

“No, I’m not but…” the young man put a hand on his stomach when it growled. “I’m hungry.”

“Well you’re in luck,” Cadence went over to the nearby wall and opened a small silver door that had a tray of food inside. She grabbed the tray and closed the door before she went to where the young man was and sat the tray on the small table. “Here, this is chicken soup, I know that it’s not much, but we need to be sure you’re able to hold that down before you get anything heavier.”

“Thank you,”

Cadence smiled and watched him a moment, she saw him shakily holding the spoon, with a shake of her head she took it from him and proceeded to dip it into the soup before holding it to his mouth. “Here, eat.”

The young man stared at her a moment before obeying her. She was actually feeding him? Was this something that all SHIELD agents did? Or was it something that Americans did for one another?

“So, your records say that your name is Quicksilver,” Cadence began as she fed him more soup. “It’s an interesting name.”

“My name’s Pietro.”

“Oh, that’s a nice name, I am guessing that’s Quicksilver is just a codename you have now,” Cadence looked up at him and held back a laugh as she picked up the napkin and wiped his cheek gently. “You’re from Sokovia right? You used to work for Hydra and then for that robot thingy Ultron?”

Pietro nodded. “Yes,” he quickly remembered something. “Where is my sister?”

“Your sister?”

“Yes, my sister’s name is Wanda.”

“Oh, you’re Wanda’s brother?” Cadence asked with a laugh. “She’s with the Avengers at home.”

“You know her?” Pietro asked. “Is she ok? Is she safe?”

“She’s about ok as one can get after a battle,” Cadence saw Pietro look down at his hands quietly. “Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll be glad to know that you’re ok.”

Pietro looked up at Cadence. “You think so?”

“Yes, but we’ll work on telling her once you’re able to leave that bed,” Cadence explained. “And once you finish your rehabilitation.”

“Rehabilitation?”

“Yes, you were dead after all,” Cadence set the now empty bowl aside and worked on opening the small cup of juice for him. She held it up to his lips. “Drink.”

Pietro did as he was told before continuing his questions. “And I’m still in Sokovia?”

“No, you’re in New York City,” Cadence explained. “You were brought here to be taken care of, and given the best medical treatment.”

“Oh…”

Cadence smiled softly. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine,” she said patting his shoulder. “You just need to rest up and recover.”

“Could you get me some more food?” Pietro asked. “I’m very hungry.”

“You just ate but of course, I’ll see what I can do.”

Cadence laughed and went back to the wall panel as she pressed a few buttons and the door opened a few minutes later with a large bowl of soup and an orange. She grabbed the tray and went back to Pietro’s bedside and proceeded to feed him.

“Do all people in America do this?” Pietro asked. “The feeding someone.”

“No, just when people are too weak to hold the spoon on their own,” Cadence said. “And of course, we do this for babies.”

“I’m no baby.”

“Didn’t say you were,” Cadence said. “Your hands are too shaky, and I doubt you’d want a lap full of soup.”

Pietro looked at Cadence and had to admit she was pretty from the side and the way her petite hands held and guided the spoon was rather adorable. He took note of her slender frame and could tell that she was like one of the lithe fairies that his mother used to tell him and Wanda stories about when they were children.

“You know Pietro, I’ve read a few files about you,” Cadence’s voice broke the silence. “You have super speed, and you got those powers from being experimented on by Hydra.”

“I did it to get revenge on Tony Stark,” Pietro said quietly. “I hated him and the Avengers of years because of what they did to my parents…. but that was until they showed me a better way.”

“Trust me, you made a good decision to join the Avengers,” Cadence said. “All of them are pretty cool, well except Tony, he’s a prick sometimes especially when it comes to his relationship with Pepper, oh let me tell you, he has serious commitment issues.”

“You are close with him?”

“Meh, define close,” Cadence shook her head. “I am acquainted with him if that’s what you mean, I am closer to Dr. Banner than anyone else but that’s because my best friend has a small crush on him, I feel so bad when she finds out he is in love with Nat.”

“Dr. Banner? Who is that?” Pietro asked thinking it over for a minute. “Oh, you mean that green giant?”

“No that’s the Hulk,” Cadence corrected. “Dr. Banner is who the hulk really is, he’s a pretty nice guy once you get to know him, I also hang out with Nat from time to time.”

“Nat?”

“She’s Black Widow,” Cadence said. “She’s one of the Avengers along with my older brother Sam.”

“You have a brother?”

“Yep,” Cadence said. “He’s way older than me, he’s like in his umn…40’s now?” She held back a laugh at the thought of Sam pretending to be slain by her words. “I was a surprise baby for my parents.”

“Are you close with them? Your parents?” Pietro asked.

“Yeah, I was,” Cadence said quietly. “They were killed when I was really young, so I ended up being raised in foster homes with my brothers and sister until Sam was old enough to raise us on his own.”

“You’re an orphan like me and Wanda.”

“Sort of,” Cadence said gently as she forced a smile. “Come on enough about sad backstories, you need to rest and I have to go take care of a few things.”

“Will you come back to see me?” Pietro asked quickly.

“Yeah, you’ll see me around,” Cadence said with a small smile. “I’ll be back later on, I’ll help you with your dinner before I go home for the night.”

Pietro nodded and smiled. “Thank you, Agent Wilson.”

Cadence laughed as she walked to the door, she turned and looked at him. “Call me Candi.”

“See you later Candi,” Pietro said brightly as he laid back down tiredly.

Cadence smiled and walked out of the room as she shut the door behind her. Maybe this assignment wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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iquotation · 7 years ago

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Top 100 Inspirational Quotes

Inspirational quotes and motivational quotes have the power to get us through a bad week, and can even give us the courage to pursue our life’s dreams. Here are 100 inspirational quotes: 1. Life isn’t about getting and having, it’s about giving and being. –Kevin Kruse 2. Whatever the mind of man can conceive and believe, it can achieve. –Napoleon Hill 3. Strive not to be a success, but rather to be of value. –Albert Einstein 4. Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. –Robert Frost 5. I attribute my success to this: I never gave or took any excuse. –Florence Nightingale 6. You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take. –Wayne Gretzky 7. I’ve missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I’ve lost almost 300 games. 26 times I’ve been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed. –Michael Jordan 8. The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity. –Amelia Earhart 9. Every strike brings me closer to the next home run. –Babe Ruth 10. Definiteness of purpose is the starting point of all achievement. –W. Clement Stone 11. We must balance conspicuous consumption with conscious capitalism. –Kevin Kruse 12. Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans. –John Lennon 13. We become what we think about. –Earl Nightingale 14.Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do, so throw off the bowlines, sail away from safe harbor, catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore, Dream, Discover. –Mark Twain 15.Life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. –Charles Swindoll 16. The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don’t have any. –Alice Walker 17. The mind is everything. What you think you become. –Buddha 18. The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second best time is now. –Chinese Proverb 19. An unexamined life is not worth living. –Socrates 20. Eighty percent of success is showing up. –Woody Allen 21. Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. –Steve Jobs 22. Winning isn’t everything, but wanting to win is. –Vince Lombardi 23. I am not a product of my circumstances. I am a product of my decisions. –Stephen Covey 24. Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up. –Pablo Picasso 25. You can never cross the ocean until you have the courage to lose sight of the shore. –Christopher Columbus 26. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. –Maya Angelou 27. Either you run the day, or the day runs you. –Jim Rohn 28. Whether you think you can or you think you can’t, you’re right. –Henry Ford 29. The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why. –Mark Twain 30. Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it. –Johann Wolfgang von Goethe 31. The best revenge is massive success. –Frank Sinatra 32. People often say that motivation doesn’t last. Well, neither does bathing. That’s why we recommend it daily. –Zig Ziglar 33. Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage. –Anais Nin 34. If you hear a voice within you say “you cannot paint,” then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced. –Vincent Van Gogh 35. There is only one way to avoid criticism: do nothing, say nothing, and be nothing. –Aristotle 36. Ask and it will be given to you; search, and you will find; knock and the door will be opened for you. –Jesus 37. The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be. –Ralph Waldo Emerson 38. Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined. –Henry David Thoreau 39. When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left and could say, I used everything you gave me. –Erma Bombeck 40. Few things can help an individual more than to place responsibility on him, and to let him know that you trust him. –Booker T. Washington 41. Certain things catch your eye, but pursue only those that capture the heart. – Ancient Indian Proverb 42. Believe you can and you’re halfway there. –Theodore Roosevelt 43. Everything you’ve ever wanted is on the other side of fear. –George Addair 44. We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light. –Plato 45. Teach thy tongue to say, “I do not know,” and thous shalt progress. –Maimonides 46. Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can. –Arthur Ashe 47. When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life. –John Lennon 48. Fall seven times and stand up eight. –Japanese Proverb 49. When one door of happiness closes, another opens, but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened for us. –Helen Keller 50. Everything has beauty, but not everyone can see. –Confucius 51. How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world. –Anne Frank 52. When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be. –Lao Tzu 53. Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. –Maya Angelou 54. Happiness is not something readymade. It comes from your own actions. –Dalai Lama 55. If you’re offered a seat on a rocket ship, don’t ask what seat! Just get on. –Sheryl Sandberg 56. First, have a definite, clear practical ideal; a goal, an objective. Second, have the necessary means to achieve your ends; wisdom, money, materials, and methods. Third, adjust all your means to that end. –Aristotle 57. If the wind will not serve, take to the oars. –Latin Proverb 58. You can’t fall if you don’t climb. But there’s no joy in living your whole life on the ground. –Unknown 59. We must believe that we are gifted for something, and that this thing, at whatever cost, must be attained. –Marie Curie 60. Too many of us are not living our dreams because we are living our fears. –Les Brown 61. Challenges are what make life interesting and overcoming them is what makes life meaningful. –Joshua J. Marine 62. If you want to lift yourself up, lift up someone else. –Booker T. Washington 63. I have been impressed with the urgency of doing. Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Being willing is not enough; we must do. –Leonardo da Vinci 64. Limitations live only in our minds. But if we use our imaginations, our possibilities become limitless. –Jamie Paolinetti 65. You take your life in your own hands, and what happens? A terrible thing, no one to blame. –Erica Jong 66. What’s money? A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do. –Bob Dylan 67. I didn’t fail the test. I just found 100 ways to do it wrong. –Benjamin Franklin 68. In order to succeed, your desire for success should be greater than your fear of failure. –Bill Cosby 69. A person who never made a mistake never tried anything new. – Albert Einstein 70. The person who says it cannot be done should not interrupt the person who is doing it. –Chinese Proverb 71. There are no traffic jams along the extra mile. –Roger Staubach 72. It is never too late to be what you might have been. –George Eliot 73. You become what you believe. –Oprah Winfrey 74. I would rather die of passion than of boredom. –Vincent van Gogh 75. A truly rich man is one whose children run into his arms when his hands are empty. –Unknown 76. It is not what you do for your children, but what you have taught them to do for themselves, that will make them successful human beings. –Ann Landers 77. If you want your children to turn out well, spend twice as much time with them, and half as much money. –Abigail Van Buren 78. Build your own dreams, or someone else will hire you to build theirs. –Farrah Gray 79. The battles that count aren’t the ones for gold medals. The struggles within yourself–the invisible battles inside all of us–that’s where it’s at. –Jesse Owens 80. Education costs money. But then so does ignorance. –Sir Claus Moser 81. I have learned over the years that when one’s mind is made up, this diminishes fear. –Rosa Parks 82. It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop. –Confucius 83. If you look at what you have in life, you’ll always have more. If you look at what you don’t have in life, you’ll never have enough. –Oprah Winfrey 84. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck. –Dalai Lama 85. You can’t use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have. –Maya Angelou 86. Dream big and dare to fail. –Norman Vaughan 87. Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter. –Martin Luther King Jr. 88. Do what you can, where you are, with what you have. –Teddy Roosevelt 89. If you do what you’ve always done, you’ll get what you’ve always gotten. –Tony Robbins 90. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning. –Gloria Steinem 91. It’s your place in the world; it’s your life. Go on and do all you can with it, and make it the life you want to live. –Mae Jemison 92. You may be disappointed if you fail, but you are doomed if you don’t try. –Beverly Sills 93. Remember no one can make you feel inferior without your consent. –Eleanor Roosevelt 94. Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be. –Grandma Moses 95. The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me. –Ayn Rand 96. When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it. –Henry Ford 97. It’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years. –Abraham Lincoln 98. Change your thoughts and you change your world. –Norman Vincent Peale 99. Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing. –Benjamin Franklin 100. Nothing is impossible, the word itself says, “I’m possible!” –Audrey Hepburn 101. The only way to do great work is to love what you do. –Steve Jobs 102. If you can dream it, you can achieve it. –Zig Ziglar

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ramajmedia · 5 years ago

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The 5 Best & Worst Episodes of Drunk History, According To IMDb

Drunk History is a pseudo-educational history show put on by Comedy Central. Creator and host of the show Derek Waters brings in history buffs, has a few drinks with them, and then has them tell him a story from history as best as they can.

Celebrity actors try to lip-sync and act out their version of events. The show’s very successful sixth season just ended in August 2019, but there hasn’t been any news of a renewal for season seven yet. Until then, here are the five best and five worst episodes for Drunk History, as ranked by fans on IMDb.

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10 Worst: Games — 7.4/10

This great episode gives us the stories of Milton Bradley, Bobby Fischer, and Roger Sharpe, who are all important names in the gaming world. Lauren Lapkus, Craig Anstett, and Rich Fulcher are the storytellers who get drunk and try to tell the stories that Topher Grace, Taran Killam, and Jake Johnson have to act out.

Many of the Drunk History episodes hit the 7.3 and 7.4 mark. It’s a good mark—on a scale oF of 10, 7 is nothing to sneeze at. So it’s not that “Games” is a bad episode—how could anything that includes Lauren Lapkus and Jake Johnson be bad?—but that so many other Drunk History episodes are great.

9 Best: Drunk Mystery — 8.4/10

A lot of the fun of Drunk History comes from the drunken version of historic events that storytellers attempt to tell. But in “Drunk Mystery” part of the premise is turned on its head: these are all stories that no one knows the real end too. Where did Agatha Christie disappear to for eleven days, and why does she say she doesn't remember? Who was the real DB Cooper, and did he survive his dramatic escape? Who was the Circleville Letter Writer that threatened an entire town?

This episode's funniest moments come from everyone's continued surprise about these strange tales. Nothing beats a drink and a mystery.

8 Worst: National Parks — 7.3/10

In this episode of inebriated historical storytelling, Steve Berg, Daryl J. Johnson, and Tess Lynch successfully tell their tales. It includes Jayma Mays playing journalist Marjory Stoneman Douglas, who worked to save the Florida everglades; Adam Beach as Richard Oakes, who led the 19-month occupation of Alcatraz by the Indians of All Tribes Native American group; and Thomas Middleditch as John Muir, who convinced Teddy Roosevelt to preserve Yosemite.

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How could an episode with such cool stories be so lowly rated? Well, 7.3 isn’t a low score. But it could just be because it aired the week after one of the most highly rated episodes in Drunk History…well, history. Compared to the powerhouse episode “Are You Afraid of the Drunk?” this episode is only good, not great.

7 Best: S.O.S — 8.4/10

Paget Brewster and Mark Gagliardi have several drinks with Derek Waters and tell him the tales of Navy officer Douglas Hegdahl’s escape from a POW camp in North Vietnam and how Florence Nightingale revolutionized the field of nursing.

While the stories are great, the highlight of this episode is probably Brewster’s and Waters’s banter. They make a great comedic team, and their playfully antagonistic blustering throughout her story is what makes the episode so watchable.

6 Worst: Siblings — 7.2/10

This season four episode focuses on some of the famous—and forgotten—sisters of history. Did you know the Wright brothers had a sister? What about the Fox sisters, who started the Spiritualism craze? Or the Kopp sisters whose “unladylike” behavior in the early 20th century saved their family home?

Lauren Lapkus returns to tell stories this episode, as does J.D. Ryznar. Jason Ritter stars as one of the Wright brothers alongside Jenna Fischer as his sister. Rachel Bilson and Elizabeth Olson play two of the rebel Kopp sisters. And Sarah Ramos shows up as Maggie Fox, the Fox sister that confessed.

5 Best: Heroines — 8.6/10

This season five episode has an impressive cast. Not only do Paget Brewster and Tiffany Haddish show up to get drunk and tell stories, but Evan Rachel Wood, Busy Philipps, Alexander Skarsgård, Jack McBrayer, Mandy Moore, and Maria Blasucci all show up to star in this set of tales. With these great comedians bringing these histories to life, how could this episode ever be bad?

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The three stories covered are: Civil War hero Clara Barton and the founding of the Red Cross; the tale of Deborah Sampson, who disguised herself as a man to fight in the Revolutionary War; and Rose Valland’s fight to save art from the Nazis.

4 Worst: Washington, D.C. — 7.2/10

In the very first televised episode, drunk storytellers Matt Gourley, Allan McLeod, and Eric Edelstein talk about the wild histories of the US capitol, including the assassination of Abraham Lincoln, Elvis Presley’s friendship with Richard Nixon, and Woodward and Bernstein revealing the Watergate scandal.

Despite having an amazing cast that included Dave Grohl, Jack McBrayer, Adam Scott, Will Forte, and Jack Black, this episode still isn’t rated very highly compared to other Drunk History episodes. Maybe because the Watergate scandal and assassination of Abraham Lincoln have been done to death? Some of the show’s most successful episodes do cover lesser-known history, after all. Regardless, it’s a funny episode and a great place to start watching.

3 Best: Are You Afraid of the Drunk? — 9.0/10

Some of the highest-rated episodes of Drunk History are showing up in the most recent season, which is a great sign that the show is trending up. Since creator/host Derek Waters started the show as a side project as a Funny or Die web series, it’s only gotten funnier.

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“Are You Afraid of the Drunk?” is another star-studded episode: Seth Rogen, Evan Rachel Wood, Elijah Wood, Will Ferrell, Maria Blasucci and others show up to tell scary stories in the dark. This episode has Evan Rachel Wood’s amazing performance as Mary Shelley, which creator Derek Waters considers one of the best performances on the show ever.

2 Worst: Election Special — 6.6/10

For a TV show that is six seasons and 72 episodes in, having a lowest single episode rating of 6.6 is impressive.

Of course, the reasons “Election Special” ranks poorly are obvious—it aired the night of the 2016 US Presidential election, which was a nail-biter for most of America. There were large swaths of the country that were not in the mood to laugh. Moreover, host Derek Waters and guest host Steve Berg are mostly rehashing some of the funniest presidential episodes Drunk History has done in the past. Though the stories of Lincoln’s assassination and the competitive campaign between John Adams and Theodore Roosevelt as funny stories, the original episodes are much funnier than this review.

1 Best: Hamilton — 9.3/10

Lin-Manuel Miranda, writer and star of the Hamilton Broadway show and America’s darling, is one of the best narrators that has ever appeared on Drunk History. He and Derek Waters get drunk and talk about the amazing life and legendary of Alexander Hamilton. Guest stars Alia Shawkat and Aubrey Plaza show up to play Hamilton and Aaron Burr respectively, delightfully bringing to life Miranda’s charming narration. In fact, we previously ranked Alia Shawkat as the best celebrity guest star on Drunk History ever.

If you only ever watch one episode of Drunk History, make it “Hamilton.” You might think you’re over Hamilton after his years in the pop culture spotlight, but the story isn’t complete yet.

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source https://screenrant.com/best-worst-episodes-drunk-history-imdb/

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releasing-my-insanity · 7 years ago

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This is what happens when I read too much of the Pantheon section of TV Tropes and start thinking about other characters would be.

Judge Harold T. Stone: God of Humorous Justice and Fanboying. (Justice and Popularity Houses)

Christine Sullivan: Goddess of Bad Sweet Potatoes. (Food House) Herald: Her son Charlie.

Daniel R. Fielding: God of Inappropriate Come-Ons. (Love House (lust section))

Mac and Quon Le Duc Robinson: God and Goddess of Inter-Racial Relationships (Love House) High Priestess: Their daughter Renee.

Bull Shannon: He Who Holds a Different Level of Intelligence. (Knowledge House)

Wanda Flinn Shannon: Goddess of Matchmakers. (Love House)

Mel Tormé: Protector of Those With Over-Zealous Fanboys/girls. (Popularity House)

Buddy Ryan: God of Questioning Normality. (Quirks House)

Art Fensterman: God of Never Removing Your Hat. (Clothing House)

Phil Sanders: God of Hidden Importance and Protector of The Homeless. (Personality and

Selma Hacker and Florence Nightingale Kleiner: Goddesses of Badass Seniors. (Combat! House)

Roz Russell: Goddess of Badass Bailiffs. (Justice House)

Sally Rogers and Maurice "Buddy" Sorrell: Goddess and God of Joke Writing. (Craft House)

Fiona "Pickles" Sorrell: Goddess of Tall Women. (Personal Appearance House)

Herman Glimscher: Patron God of Mama's Boys (Family House)

Melvin Cooley: Protector of Bald Men. (Personal Appearance House)

Alan Brady: God of Paper Crumpling. (Leadership House)

Robert and Laura Meehan Petrie: God and Goddess of Happy Sitcom Marriages (Love House) High Priest: Their son Ritchie.

Stacey Petrie: God of Sleepwalking. (Quirks House)

Frank Adamo: God of Minor Roles. (Theater House)

Marjory Mullen: Goddess of Scripts (Narrative House)

John Gage and Roy DeSoto: Gods of Paramedic Medicine. High Priestess: Joanne DeSoto (Roy's wife) (Health and Diseases House)

Pete Malloy and Jim Reed: Gods of Responsible Police Work. High Priestess: Jean Reed (Jim's wife) (Justice House)

Sgt. Joe Friday: God of Police Procedure. (Justice House)

R. Quincy M.E.: God of Forensic Medicine. (there are arguments whether he belongs in the Justice House or the Health and Diseases House)

Steve Allen: God of Breadboxes. High Priestess: his wife Jayne Meadows Allen. (Wild Mass Guessing)

Sam Malone and Diane Chambers: God and Goddess of Lovers Who Don't Care Who They Hurt. (Love House)

#Guess what characters I don't like lol #By the way the Steve Allen thing is a joke #Night Court #mine #everybody is ailled with the others in their section #do I know what I'm talking about?#not at all

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ao3feed-buckybarnes · 6 years ago

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Nightingale's Song

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Lsovqr

by invisame

James Buchanan Barnes. Captain America's best friend. Hydra's secret weapon. A man lost in time who can't remember his own name let alone those he held most dear.

Florence Anna Charles. A nurse on the front in World War II. A mutant in a time they weren't known. A woman who can heal with a touch that catches the attention of Hydra.

Her heart breaks for the man they call the Winter Soldier. She does her best to help him remember who he is while struggling to keep hold of her own sanity. Hydra separates them, a certain Captain will bring them back together. Can they help each other survive a new world and the horrors in their own minds?

Book 3 in my Marvel MCU series. Starting with this book, the timeline becomes my own.

Words: 1433, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of My MCU

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Avengers Team (MCU), Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Timothy "Dum Dum" Dugan, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Howling Commandos

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Original Female Character(s), Clint Barton/Original Female Character(s), Loki (Marvel)/Original Female Character(s)

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Lsovqr

#bucky #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bucky barnes #james barnes #the winter soldier #james barnes

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Mechanic Steve doesn't want to be let out! Since Bucky works as a emt they barely get the chance to spend his birthday together. So for the longest time he had to spend it alone. But now he has Florence Nightingale and she took off for his birthday. Little does he know so did Bucky and Bambi to have a little party for Steve.

Steve didn’t blame Bucky. He didn’t lay any blame on the busy career he chose as a paramedic as to why they couldn’t spend much time together. They were best friends since childhood, and each has their own steady careers that left little time to gather and catch up.

With his birthday weeks in reach, Steve had fully expected the text that came across his phone. Bucky was going to be on a fairly packed rotation and Bambi was saddled with a mandatory mental health course in the next city. Steve hadn’t laid blame on either of them, he hadn’t negated any ill-will or disappointment, he had fixated himself on the good news that remained.

Flo had taken the entire weekend off for his birthday, and they were going to the Barnes’ family cabin. Bucky had given permission to Steve and Flo to use it for the weekend, since he would be away, and Flo jumped at the chance.

“Its all about you this weekend,” Steve had driven his truck up the winding road, elated to take a load off and relax while you talked in the passenger seat, recalling a story about nursing school that stuck with you.

As he had turned off the road to head into the cabin’s main entrance, Steve’s eyebrows had furrowed when his gaze settled on an unfamiliar vehicle parked in the drive. More curious than not Steve parked his truck and turned off the ignition, settling a hand on Flo’s stomach to stop you from getting out.

“Stay here,” Steve opened the door and stepped out, shoving the keys in his pocket, “Florence Nightingale I mean it-”

You had already beaten him up the porch, carrying a bat with you and a determined look. Steve had mumbled under his breath, making mental notes to spank his girlfriend later, and followed. His footsteps were heavy, and as he approached the door, Flo had jut back against his chest.

“Flo get your ass back in-” Steve was cut off by the door opening with a sudden burst and a small sea of people stepping into view.

“Surprise!” Bucky was the first face he saw, grinning proudly from ear to ear while steve stood shocked. “Got ya, punk!”

“Bucky what the hell did you do?” Steve gaped, genuinely taken back by the party thrown for him.

“Flo planned it,” Bambi slipped past Bucky to reach Steve, mindful of her baby bump, to hug him tightly, “happy birthday, Steve.”

“Flo,” he spoke her petname while hugging you, overcome with emotion, “baby, you did this for me?”

“Love you, inspector gadget.” She teased and hip checked him, her own emotional state matching his. “You’re one of a kind, Steve.”

“Happy birthday, punk.” Bucky was next to hug him, next to sling his arm around his shoulders and lead him into the house. “You shoulda seen the look on your face, Steve.”

“Bucky…” Steve shook his head and grinned, boyishly and bright. “I’m gonna get you back.”

“You can try.”

#Silverfox!mechanic!Steve Rogers x nurse!Reader #mechanic!silverfox!Steve Rogers x Florence Nightingale #Silverfox!Steve Rogers x Florence Nightingale #Steve rogers x Florence Nightingale #Steve rogers x Flo #Steve Rogers birthday asks #fourth of July asks

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ao3feed-lokiangst · 6 years ago

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Nightingale's Song

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Lsovqr

by invisame

James Buchanan Barnes. Captain America's best friend. Hydra's secret weapon. A man lost in time who can't remember his own name let alone those he held most dear.

Florence Anna Charles. A nurse on the front in World War II. A mutant in a time they weren't known. A woman who can heal with a touch that catches the attention of Hydra.

Book 3 in my Marvel MCU series. Starting with this book, the timeline becomes my own.

Words: 1433, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of My MCU

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Original Female Character(s), Clint Barton/Original Female Character(s), Loki (Marvel)/Original Female Character(s)

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Lsovqr

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #angst

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year ago

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7 is Steve fixing up Florence Nightingales car

His gaze found you and a smile had crept to his face when he knew you weren’t paying attention. Despite telling Steve that you were okay, that you hadn’t been anywhere near the point of exhaustion, he knew better. It wasn’t hard to tell you were nearing the point of sleeping, crashing on the couch he had set up for you to relax when he worked on your vehicle, and it was this knowledge that stopped him from trying to keep you awake.

“I’m not tired, I swear.” You had negated the claim that hadn’t been verbally aired, a response to your own yawn that hung in the air.

Gone were the scrubs and the medical gear, the stethoscope was tucked away until your next shift. Instead you wore one of Steve’s favourite dresses, one with hidden pockets and a nice cut that made you look like a forest nymph. Your hair was pulled off your shoulders exposing your neck, and the live bites he’d placed there the night before.

“Go to sleep, Flo.” Steve had abandoned the vehicle momentarily to find a blanket, stopping low to drape it across your body. “I’ll work on your vehicle.”

“M’not tired.” Your voice wasn’t anything more than a whisper, nothing significant and you’d tucked yourself into the couch with his blanket

“Sure,” Steve brushed his lips against your forehead before standing, departing from your side, “and I’m not fucking hopelessly in love with you.”

When he goes back to the only car currently in his shop, Steve hesitates to confuse working until he hears your soft snores. Then and only then, does he start tinkering again.

Its easy for him to fantasize about your plans together as a couple. Easy for him to reflect on the ring he’s got stashed away with your initials engraved on the band, and the promises you made to each other.

Child free by choice; the fun aunt and uncle be default.

Bucky & Bambi we’re going to have beautiful kids. Kids that Steve & yourself would love and adore, and as aunt and uncle you’d spoil them endlessly.

However having kids of your own wasn’t at all in the cards for either one of you. There may have been a time when Steve wanted kids but that was when he was still in his twenties, now that he was older and a guaranteed Silverfox all he wanted to do was be with you.

“My darling Flo,” Steve grinned when he heard you mumble in your sleep, a usual response to your over-tiredness, “you are one of a kind.”

Steve only worked for another hour until he was done. He had finished fixing your car mere minutes before you had woken up looking more rested and relaxed. You immediately sought him out, resting against his head while he slipped his arms around your waist.

“Car’s finished, Florence Nightingale.”

“Thank you, inspector gadget.”

#Silverfox!mechanic!Steve Rogers x nurse!Reader #Silverfox!mechanic!Steve Rogers x Florence Nightingale

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Bambi sets up one of the sweetest and nicest nurses with Bucky's friend Steve, who will change her live by loving her so purely and dearly and by being such a gentleman

What should I know about him? — FN

He’s a mechanic, he owns like five shops, and he’s a part time artist — Bambi

Still meeting at the pub? — FN

Where are you? Everything okay? — Bambi

Car troubles. Be there ASAP — FN

You sat in the car and sighed, your head resting against the steering wheel. You were just over a block away and stuck on a side road when your care decided to quit, the internal combustion engine clanking and grinding before coming to a complete stop, smoke billowing from the hood.

You’d texted her that you’d be late for this date, a quivering in your belly when you thought about how you were not only going to end up letting Bambi down but Bucky as well.

You loved the two of them, you wished you’d had what they had. You’d even mentioned it once or twice that men your own age were trash.

And when she had heard you talking at the hospital about your terrible luck with men your own age, she vivaciously started to plan a date with one of her boyfriend’s friends. Her excitement had bled into the next shift you had together, even after she had ended up knocking herself in the head with a door.

“Steve Rogers, mechanic, artist and Silverfox. Trust me, he’s gonna be perfect for you.” She beamed while texting Bucky.

Now you were stuck.

“My luck, just my luck.” Muttering under your breath, you reached for your phone to call a tow truck or an Uber, hoping to either make it home or make it to the pub.

As you turned your phone over, your heart started skipping a beat when Bambi’s message flash across the screen.

Stevie’s coming to help the damsel in distress. You’re in good hands, don’t worry! 😉 😘 🍆— Bambi

A knock came on the window and you jumped out of your skin, tossing your phone behind you. It wasn’t just the sudden appearance of the most gorgeous man to your left that made you irrevocably stunned, it was also him holding his ID to prove to you that he was who he said he was.

“Steve,” he cracked a grin, “Bambi said you had care troubles.”

“Ummm…” You stuttered, stumbling to open the door or at least roll the window down. “It was making like a…”

You furrowed your brows and made a poor attempt to replicate the noise, all while heat beneath your skin was bolstering you. Steve had looked at you with a slow, soft and crooked grin, his hands on his hips and his gaze piercing yours.

“I know exactly what the problem is,” his eyes turned apologetic and then you cursed under your breath, “yeah, its gonna need work. Why don’t I give you a ride to the pub? I’ll have it towed to my shop and I’ll have it looked at.”

“You really don’t have to-”

“Florence Nightingale.” He interrupted you with a husky voice. “Bambi calls you Florence Nightingale because you’re a nurse.”

“Yeah. You…she told you that?” You we’re temporarily distracted, your head tilting to the side as he chuckled under his breath with mirth.

“She told me a lot about you,” he helped you out of the vehicle, waiting while you turned to grab your thighs, and then led you back to his, “angel of mercy.”

“Don’t feel like you have to call me Florence Nightingale. Its an inside joke, like Bambi…” you got into his vehicle and started to buckle up, stopped when Steve’s hand rest on yours.

“Let me help you, it can be sticky.” He crooned softly, pushing the buckle in until it clicked. “So no Florence…I’m sure I can come up with something.”

“Thanks,” you murmured, watching your car as he began pulling away, “for saving me.”

“As far as first dates have gone in my life,” Steve looked at you from the corner of his eyes, lips tugged into a half-grin, “this is the best so far.”

#silverfox!Steve Rogers x reader #silverfox!mechanic!Steve Rogers #mechanic!Steve Rogers #silverfox!mechanic!Steve Rogers x reader

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Rain soft days with mechanic Steve and Florence nightingale

His eyes screwed tight and his hand slithered across the bed to find warm sheets. His fingers curled into the material, his lips pursing as he groaned in displeasure. Steve slowly opened his eyes and cast his blue-green irises upon the ceiling, fixated on the smooth roof of his bedroom as he listened for any telling sighs that would indicate you were around here somewhere.

“Cruel woman,” Steve barked out a laugh, dropping his eyes to the hard-on pressing against the cover of rumpled sheets and the twisted blanket, “leaving me in pain.”

“You need a checkup?” Steve raised his head, first hearing the dulcet croon of your seductive voice and then the patter of rain against the window. “Something ailing you?”

“Florence Nightingale,” Steve drew in a sharp breath and drew his hand against the head of his cock, arching his hips into his palm, “my angel of mercy.”

He watched you walking toward him, garnering some nurse’s dress that wasn’t hyper sexual and still it made his cock throb with need. He had never been so hard before in his life, he had never been so damn horny or needy.

“Relax, Mr. Rogers.” You stepped toward the bed and smiled charmingly toward him. “I’ll take good care of you. Just lay back and relax.”

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