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creative-caramel-coffee · 1 year ago

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The Bear ch 5

Pairings: Wanda x R

Word count: 3.9K

Summary: You join your uncle tony in the avengers, it wasn’t your original plan but you never planned for your powers either so here you are. Now your at the avengers tower and falling for the girl of your dreams. With a haunting past and interesting abilities can you navigate your way through the challenges of being a hero? After a mission gone wrong and a cruel twist of fate the team starts digging for answers. Can tony keep them from finding out the truth?

TW: none really, canon typical violence (I guess?)

A/n Sorry this took so long im already working on chapters 6 and 7

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6 || PART 7

You stood with Nat and Wanda at the front of the meeting room. Eyes downcast you fidgeted with your fingers only stopping when nat took your hand to hold it in order to stop you. Nat begun to explain squeezing your hand as your eyes were trained on your shoes. Wanda and nat carefully studied the face around the table. Taking note of the different reactions for later.

Steve just looked confused. Clint looked happy that he had someone else to sign with. Tony looked proud. Sam looked unbothered. Bruce looked excited about something new to study. Thor looked busy with his pop tarts. Peter smiled at you softly which you didn’t see. He was kind and understanding. Bucky looked sympathetic knowing how it felt to not be able to talk due to his own past with hydra torture. Wanda looked protective and nat just looked slightly exhausted.

After she finished explaining there was a brief silence in which peter shot you a thumbs up which you responded with the same thing still not wanting to talk.

“So is she nonverbal right now?” Steve asked not fully understanding and you nodded. “So how does she communicate then?” He asked and you signed a quick joke about Steve being old and confused to Clint who laughed. “Oh she does the hand thing too?” Steve said having seen Natasha and Clint signing before in the past.

“Yes the ‘hand thing’” Nat said “or sign language is what she uses when she doesn’t want to talk”

“So she doesn’t want to or cant talk?” Steve said.

“Depends.” Nat shrugged.

There were a few more questions mainly from Steve and some from Bruce as he wanted to make sure he had all the medical or mental accomodations he could have there for you if you needed them. Peter was eager to learn sign language now and had already started to bother tony into getting him a tutor. Bucky was now explaining it again to Steve who was still confused and tony and Bruce were now discussing alternate methods for coms now it was more than just Clint that needed a new method. While the team was engaged in their own little conversations about you and the new topic, Wanda noticed you starting to struggle under all the attention. It wasn’t bad but you simply hadn’t expected such a kind reaction and acceptance to come so easily.

When she saw tears gathering in your eyes she assumed the worst. Unable to know how grateful you were. Gently she took your hand and motioned for nat to follow as she broke off her ASL conversation with Clint. Carefully Wanda led you from the room with nat in tow. The two women led you back to the room and Wanda grabbed you sketchbook while you sat on the bed. They knew what you needed and you drew while snuggled in Wanda’s arms. Wanda lifted your chin gently to look at her.

“Are you ok my love? Was that too much?” She asked concerned at the tears still glossing your eyes. Without responding you held up the drawing. It was the team in the meeting room. But instead of seeing anything bad Wanda saw the looked of love on the faces you had drawn.

“Never expected them to be so kind about it.” You whispered and Wanda pulled you into her.

“Always my love. Always. We are your family and we love you.” She kissed the top of your head as she felt your small tears dot her sleeves.

the rest of the day you stayed in your room with Wanda. nat went to go brainstorm with tony how to tell the team about your past.

You were sat on your bed cuddling with Wanda and watching some sit com, but you weren’t really paying much attention. You were curling Wanda’s red hair around your finger and fiddling with the strands, she didn’t mind she quite liked it really. You were laid against Wanda side with your head resting on her chest.

“I love you Wanda.” You said. After a moment you realised what you said. “Shit sorry that just kinda slipped out. I get its a bit early and I-“ you started rambling but Wanda quietened you with a chaste kiss to the lips. She placed a hand on the back of your head and pulled the rest of your body so you were now laid on top of her looking into her eyes with your chin resting in her middle chest.

“I love you too Y/n/n” she said and placed another kiss on your nose which responded with a twitch that was like a bunny. Wanda grinned at the cuteness and proceeded to pepper your face with small kisses. You squealed and buried your face in her neck feeling her chest vibrate with her laughter. Playfully you lightly slapped her arm which one encouraged her laughter you were bright red now when Wanda peeled you away from her neck and cooed at the redness in your cheeks.

“I love you pumpkin.” She said and you squealed when she flipped you over and began tickling your sides.

“I y-yield. I-I yield.” You said through a fit of laughter. Wanda pulled you in and kissed your forehead.

Once more you found yourself in the crook of her arm after you formed a truce and you were dozing lightly in her arms when there was a knock on the door. Wanda frowned as she saw you rub your eyes with your fist.

“Come in.” You said. The door opened and Nat walked in. “Hi Natty.” You smiled and Nat greeted you and Wanda.

“So i spoke to tony.” She said and you groaned.

“Nothing good ever follows the words ‘I spoke to tony’” you whined and Wanda giggled. Nat rolled her eyes.

“Well he wants you to stay in the compound or with someone at all times. He’s worried now hydra knows your alive they’ll attack and try to get you back.” Wanda felt you stiffen against her when Nat said hydra and she hugged you tighter to ground you.

“T-thank you Nat.” You said neither of them missed your nervous stutter. Nat placed a soothing hand on your thigh and used her thumb to rub up and down to calm you.

“It’ll be ok Y/n/n Wanda or I will be with you at all times. Your safe here.” Nat said and you gave them a weak watery smile. “Alright enough sadness who wants to train with me?” Nat asked standing.

“I could use some training.” You said.

“Me too.” Wanda echoed the sentiment.

“Alright I’ll meet you both down there in fifteen.” Nat said smiling and closing the door behind her as she left.

“Are you sure your up for training?” Wanda asked.

“I need to use my powers it’s been a while and I hate not using them regularly especially the shifting. It’s comforting to be able to hide in small places as small animals or feel safe being a bigger thing like a bear.” You admitted and Wanda nodded.

“You know you can take whatever form you want around me or the team we don’t mind.” She said.

“Really?” You asked perking up.

“Of course. Is that why you haven’t been using your powers more? You though we wouldn’t accept you?” Wanda asked mildly concerned.

“A little yeah. Its also force of habit. You know, trying not to draw attention to yourself and all that. Lately I’ve been teleporting more than shifting.”

“Im curious can you teleport while shifted?” Wanda asked.

“Yeah but it takes a lot of concentration to stay as an animal when i teleport. I often end up human again mid jump.”

“We can work on that.” Wanda said. “Right we should probably get up and dressed.”

After changing into active gear you stood by Wanda.

“Hey wands wanna try something?” You grinned.

“Oh god I’m scared. What?” She asked eyeing you.

“Take my hand and find out.” You said extending an arm palm up.

“You better not kill me.” She said and once her hand was in yours you grinned and teleported you both down to the training room surprising Nat.

Wanda stumbled and you held her upright.

“That was cool and all but next time a little warning would be nice.” Wanda said and you shrugged.

“Wheres the fun in that.”

“Nice to see you two made it. Neat trick Y/n/n I imagine you can play some pretty great pranks with that.” Nat smiled and you grinned.

“Could. Have. Same thing.” You said and winked at Wanda.

“Right lets start. First I wanna spar with Y/n to see where your at before we get into some drills.” Nat said stepping into the ring. Wanda stretched and sat on the bench to watch she was also curious of how well you could fight especially against Nat.

“Y/n before we start i want to say this isn’t like hydra training. You can tap out at any time if somethings triggering or too much for you. No maiming or grievous injuries. I’ve seen you fight in Tony’s tapes of your earlier missions.”

“He showed you those?” You asked.

“He did.” Nat nodded.

Wanda stayed silent she also knew about your time doing missions with Tony pre avengers and you had shared your history with her and Nat plus Tony already knew.

After your fight with nat you had impressed both her and Wanda with you. Abilities. You were an avid fighter with good technique and pose. You didn’t rely on your powers to fight but when you used them they bled seamlessly into your tactics.

After a hour of so of training the three of you were hot and sweaty and exhausted. You had been using your powers with Wanda, mainly teleporting which could be draining if used too much. As the three of you left the gym and got in the elevator yo steadied yourself against the wall. Nat shot you a worried look.

“You ok there L/n?” She asked.

“Peachy.” You responded.

“And how are you really?” She asked again.

“Fine just a bit dizzy, sometimes if i use my powers too much this happens. But I’m fine.” You waved off her concern and once the three of you reached you shared floor Wanda steadied you and walked you back to your room.

After a quick shower to get rid of the sweat you and Wanda went back down to the kitchen where you ran into nat who was going through the cupboards like a raccoon.

“Dammit. Friday add peanut butter to the shopping list.” She said sighing and running a hand through her hair.

“I can make you something if you want?” Wanda said and nat spun around looking sheepish.

“Thanks wands.” She said.

“You and Y/n/n go sit at the counter and I’ll whip something up.” Nat and you did as you were told taking seats next to each-other at the bar on the island kitchen counter.

“So Y/n earlier you said you like being shifted and you haven’t had much chance to.” Wanda said as she pulled out some pans. You squirmed in your seat glancing at nat and relaxing as she looked unbothered.

“Yeah.” You said a bit flatly.

“If you want its just us. And I’ll tell you a secret Natty’s a big softy for animals.” She said and nat glared at her with no real heat behind it.

“Really now?” You asked and nat turned to glare at you. A second later you turned into a small black and white ferret and crawled into her lap taking her by surprise. Nat looked down at you in shock before relaxing and cautiously lifting a hand to scratch behind your little ears. You made a happy squeaking noise and nuzzled into her stomach and nat couldn’t hold back her grin. Wanda watched amused and excited to cuddle with you later. Turning back to her cooking nat began to play with your little paws as you curled up and began to doze in her lap. She cooed at how cute you were and tony walked into the kitchen.

“Um have you guys seen Y/n Friday said she was here?” He said looking around and Wanda wordlessly pointed to Nat’s lap. Tony broke out into a grin.

“I love when she does that.” He said and went over to scratch by your ears as you stayed half asleep. You let out a tiny yawn and nat tried hard not to squeal at how cute you were being. Tony chuckled at Nat’s expression and patted your head softly.

“Just tell her for me that me and the team have to go on a mission for a few days. We leave tomorrow. You, her and Wanda are staying here.” Tony said and nat nodded watching him retreat back to his lab.

“She really is adorable like that.” Wanda said and you stretched yawning again. You lifted your paws and placed them on Nat’s chest so you were almost upright and squeaked.

“What do you want y/n/n?” Nat asked and Wanda chuckled.

“I think she wants you to pick her up.” Wanda said before turning and flipping the pancakes.

nat carefully placed each hand under your front legs and lifted you at arms length from her. You cocked you head and she wiggled you side to side chuckling at how your limp body wiggled like it had no bones. After a second your tiny nose twitched and you let out a small sneeze. Wanda cooed and you squirmed and crawled up Nat’s arm and curled around her shoulders and began to doze again. When Wanda finished the pancakes you jumped back to your seat and shifted back.

“You make a very cute ferret like that.” Nat said and you smiled at her.

“Its fun and relaxing.” You said.

“Good you should do it more often I’m sure Nat and I would love to have cuddles with more soft tint creatures.” Wanda said and you blushed slightly and ducked your head to keep eating.

Nat chuckled and the three of you ate together. When you were done Wanda used her magic to clean the kitchen and nat posed the idea of watching a movie together. You hopped up.

“Race you guys.” You said before seamlessly shifting into a wolf cub and bounding around the corner and out of the kitchen. Wanda chuckled.

“That was too cute.” She said and followed you with nat trailing behind. When she entered the lounge she couldn’t see you until her eyes fell on a small prickly ball curled up on a pillow.

“Is that what I think it is?” Nat asked.

“Yep. Y/n/ns a hedgehog.” Wanda laughed. And Nat pouted.

“I wanted something fury.” She said and you squeaked and shifted into a ferret again knowing it was Nat’s favourite based on her reaction earlier. You ran up and down the length of the couch before settling on the pillow. Nat and Wanda came and sat next to you and you got up and crawled over into Wanda’s lap chittering and walking in circles on her thighs before settling into a small puddle.

Wanda ran a hand through your soft fur as nat scrolled through Netflix to find something to watch. You started to doze again and Wanda chuckled.

“She sure does sleep a lot when she’s a ferret.” Wanda said.

“Yeah but its cute though so i’ll allow it.” Nat said and Wanda laughed again.

After picking something and settling down the three of you curled up together and you moved between the two of them over the course of the movie so they could both have turns to pat you. You knew it was therapeutic for them both as much as it was calming to have their hands running through your fur. When the movie finished Wanda picked you up carefully as you were sleeping and told nat she was going to go to be bed so you could take a nap while she read. Nat nodded and began looking for something else to watch. After Wanda left she got into bed and set you down on her chest as she picked up her book and started to read.

It had been maybe half an hour when she began to feel you twitch on her chest. Looking down she felt your breathing speed up as you began panting against her. She carefully ran a hand through your fur and you seemed to still before relaxing. After a moment you settled and sent back to a calm sleep.

Another fifteen minutes later you woke up a and Wanda smiled down at you. You crawled off her and shifted before burning your face in her arm and wrapping your arms around her. She scratched your head and smiled.

“Hey sleepy head how was you nap.” She asked and you yawned making her chuckle. “That good huh?” She grinned and you nodded against her arm.

“Well if you’d like to join me i was about to start making dinner soon my love.” She said and you nodded again. After she helped you off the bed you sleepily followed her to the kitchen where nat was sat drinking hot chocolate. Sensing something off with her Wanda started to cook and you shifted and crawled into her lap. Nat stroked your fur and looked at you with misty eyes and soon you were breathing was slow and rhythmic as you slept again. Nat chuckled.

“Your right wands i think being a ferret makes the little thing tired.” She said and Wanda laughed.

“Yeah she could use the sleep. I think it calms her down to be small and on top of someone it makes her feel safe and protected helps her sleep.” Wanda explained and nat smiled.

“Im glad she feels safe around us.” Nat said Wanda hummed an agreement.

“She loves you very much nat. You make her feel safe.” Wanda said and nat nodded. you let out a small squeaked of agreement in your sleepy state that made nat chuckle and scratch behind your tiny ears.

The next morning you woke and headed to the kitchen to make some coffee. you were in a bad mood. you hadn’t slept much and everything was either to bright or too loud. the sound of the coffee machine made you dig your nails into your palms to ground yourself. the lights seemed to bright over head and you desperately wanted to go back to bed but you knew it wouldn’t do anything. you couldn’t sleep. nightmares plagued every minute you weren’t awake and the only thing that seemed to stop them was being with either Nat or Wanda but you didn’t want to both them when you woke around three to a cold sweat and fast breathing. you only really slept for about two hours and now it was half past four and you needed some coffee.

when it finally was done you drank it quickly needing the kick to wake up. after a small breakfast of cereal it was now fifteen past five and nat wandered into the kitchen looking surprised. she was dressed in active wear obviously heading to the gym.

“Y/n? what are you doing awake?” she asked and began making her workout shake. you grunted and waved a hand dismissively already feeling annoyed without any real reason to be. Nat frowned and went to say something but you stood and left the kitchen. electing not to follow you nat headed off to the gym.

You needed some time alone. desperately. your social battery could only withstand so much and you had been living with the team for almost a week now. Your room seemed to easy, Wanda or Nat would come find you later and coax you out but that wasn’t what you needed right now. You had and idea and grabbed a hoodie from the drawer in your room. throwing it on and shoving your sketchbook and pencils plus some snacks and your phone in the black backpack you had by your desk you slipped down the hall almost silently. Once in the lift you asked Friday your burning question.

“Friday?”

“yes Ms L/n”

“is the treehouse still around?” you asked praying it would be.

“Tony Stark and Ms Y/n L/n’s tree house is still intact. Mr Stark his made improvements over the last few months in anticipation of your return.” Friday said and you grinned. Tony and you had built the tree house deep in the woods near the compound a long time ago and it had since become your safe haven. A place you could hide if you needed some space to yourself.

“what kind of improvements Fri?” you asked.

“Mr Stark has installed Myself into the house as well as a new Tv, Wifi, more snacks, updated lighting and a microwave.”

“um Fri?”

“yes Ms L/n?”

“can you hide my location from Wanda and nat please?” you asked, you wanted to keep this space a secret for as long as possible.

“yes Ms L/n however i cannot hide your location from Mr Stark.”

“thats ok Fri just Wanda and nat are fine for now.”

“ok Ms L/n”

you walked through the foyer and out the back door. Sure Tony had said not to leave without an escort because of HYDRA but this was different he would understand and the treehouse had almost as much if not more security measures as the compound, it was built by tony after all.

after the long walk you climbed the ladder up into the mossy tree. It was old and beautiful with the branches hiding the treehouse nicely. it was large to say the least as the tree was huge. tucked deep into the woods off the beaten path if you weren’t looking for it you would not find it by chance. climbing up into it you typed in a small code and pushed open the trap door and crawled into the space. the lights flickered on and it had defiantly been upgraded. it was a single room with a door to a small bathroom on one side. how tony had managed to get plumbing this far into the woods you didn’t know but you thanked him none the less. the room had a beanbag chair in the corner with a blanket and a pillow. on one wall was a flatscreen Tv. there was a counter that turned into a desk with three shelves above it for storage. a microwave was set into the wall and a cupboard was above it that supposedly held the snacks. the lights in the roof could be dimmed and the colour changed. large glass windows lines the walls looking through the branches into the surrounding woods. large curtains could be drawn and there was a small deck you could sit on with just enough room for about three people to sit on with their legs hanging off the edge.

throwing your backpack on the desk you started by investigating the snacks. tony had bought all your favourites and you mentally thanked him. pulling out some chocolate you dragged your backpack over to the beanbag and clicked on the TV. you put on your comfort show and threw the fluffy blanket over yourself and pulled out your sketchbook and pencils. this was what you needed. exactly what you needed. some off-grid time alone to recharge. A few hours passed and you had watched the sunrise through the windows.

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luuknowsbetter · 1 month ago

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i was thinking about making a fanfic about my marvel dr, what do u think??????

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girl-in-new-york · 8 months ago

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Hello!!

get to know me !

she/her - pisces - movie + book nerd - shifter - writing as a hobby !

i’m kamryn, but i go by kam. I love reading and writing and would love to share that with people :)

rules and the fandoms i write for below:

Rules:

all kinds of people are welcome here, my only rules are that you are respectful and kind.

i write smut, fluff, angst, and i’ll usually will only write headcanons, blurbs, etc. not really full fics, seeing as i struggle writing about one thing for so long.

I am open to writing for fem, masc, ftm or mtf, and non gender specific readers, along with any other requests! (florist!reader, fem!reader, autistic!reader, etc).

Feel free to correct me or let me know if i have written something that is inaccurate or if i make any mistakes, but please be polite about it.

I do not write for: beastiality/anything romantic with animals, bodily fluids (other than blood, + cum), no feet kinks please, oc x reader, non con.

There will be others but feel free to request and if it makes me uncomfortable i will add it to the list and politely decline

I write for

Wolfbloods

• Rhydian Morris

• Maddy Smith

• Tom Okinawa

Teen Wolf

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• Liam Dunbar

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The Maze Runner

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Bridgerton

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• Theo Sharpe

• Benedict Bridgerton

Deadly Class

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Marvel

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• Remy LeBeau

• Tony Stark

• Loki Laufeyson

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Scream

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• Sidney Prescott

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• Dead Poets Society

• Harry Potter (canon and fanon characters like the slytherin boys or marauders era)

• OBX

• DC

• Criminal Minds

• COD

• Red Dead Redemption 2

• Sturniolo Brothers

I will be updating this list, but feel free to request any characters or fandoms you’d like me to write for and i’ll happily look into it!

I also am happy to write for celebrities! (Jack Champion, Evan Peters, Dylan O’brien, etc)

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buckybarnesevents · 2 years ago

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C4006 ⋆｡°✩ SGT-SEABASS

@sgt-seabass

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺. ♡

C4007 ⋆｡°✩ NAVYBRAT817

@navybrat817

⭑⋆⭑ What Dreams Are Made Of

C1 | Tattoo Shop AU | Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Female Reader

TUMBLR

⭑⋆⭑ In His Hands

C2 | Modern AU | Woodworker!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

TUMBLR | AO3

⭑⋆⭑ Epinephrine

C3 | Adrenaline AU | Motocross!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

TUMBLR

⭑⋆⭑ The Animal Within

C4 | Myth AU | Shifter!Bucky Barnes x Shifter!Female Reader

TUMBLR | AO3

C4008 ⋆｡°✩ PURPLEICEDTEAS

@purpleicedteas

⭑⋆⭑ At Last I See

C1 | Police AU | Bucky Barnes x Tony Stark

AO3

⭑⋆⭑ UNTITLED

C2 | Soulmates AU | Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

TUMBLR

⭑⋆⭑ I Want Daddy

C3 | Music AU | Bucky Barnes x Tony Stark

AO3

C4009 ⋆｡°✩ LATE-TO-THE-PARTY-81

@late-to-the-party-81

⭑⋆⭑ Apparently words can hurt me

C1 + C3 + C4 | Modern + Bookstore + Medical | Bookstore Owner!Bucky Barnes x Doctor!Steve Rogers

TUMBLR

⭑⋆⭑ Dark Protector

C2 | Bogeyman AU | Bogeyman!Bucky Barnes x Reader

TUMBLR

C4010 ⋆｡°✩ DEMONANGELSWORLD

@demonangelsworld

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺. ♡

Graphics & Masterlist made by @rookthorne / @rookthornesartistry

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x steve rogers #bucky barnes x tony stark #winteriron #stucky #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes event #bucky barnes fanart #bbe #alternate juneiverse 2023 #alternate juneiverse #connect4au #bucky barnes events

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tonystarkbingo · 1 year ago

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TSB Round 7 Roundup - Week 7!

It's double sevens (week 7 of round 7), and we have some excellent fills below for you all to check out!

Collaborator: deehellcat Card Number: 7014 Square Filled: R3 - anthropomor-fic Title: A World Where People Like Me Don't Have To Hide Link: Tumblr Pairings: na Word Count: na (moodboard) Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Shifter Verse, Prejudice, Cat!Tony Summary: In a timeline where shifters are an oppressed minority, Tony Stark struggles to balance his roles as part of a team that defends against their backlash, and a shifter himself.

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Collaborator: illogicalkat Card Number: 7009 Square Filled: K5 - IronDad Title: Movie Night Link: AO3 Pairings: Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow Word Count: 1041 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Meet the parents Summary: It's movie night, and Tony is meeting his daughter's partners.

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Collaborator: trekkingaroundasgard Card Number: 1003 Square Filled: S5 - bed sharing Title: A Bed Big Enough for Two Link: Tumblr Pairings: Tony Stark x GN!Reader Word Count: 1000 Rating: Mature Major Tags/Triggers: Avenger!reader, mentioned unhealthy coping mechanisms (drinking, medication and substance abuse), established friendship, unspoken feelings, what timeline?, hurt/comfort Summary: After a bad mission, Tony checks in with a bottle of something that effectively knocks you out. He puts you to bed and you ask him to stay the night.

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Collaborator: Sivan325 Card Number: 7020 Square Filled: S4 - Heat Fic Title: Tony Stark Manual Guide of Intimacy Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 1737 Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Triggers: Alternate Universe, Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Tony Stark, Omega Steve Rogers, Pet Names, Top Tony Stark, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Accidental Bonding, Scent Marking, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Deepthroating, Knotting Summary: Tony walked toward the half-naked omega, watching Steve as he dressed, wishing he could remain naked for him.

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Collaborator: endlesstwanted Card Number: 7010 Square Filled: T3 - Karaoke Battle Title: Tony Stark Bingo Mark VII - July Round Robin Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 348 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Avengers Family, Miscommunication, Round Robin Summary: After missing an Assemble call, Tony thinks the team has gotten tired of his burning the candle at both ends. Turns out that's not what made things a little tense after all.

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Collaborator: scottxlogan Card Number: 7017 Square Filled: R1 - Sidekick Title: The Quest Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony Stark/Steve Rogers Word Count: 4488 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: lternate Universe, Treasure Hunting, Archaeologist Steve, Swearing, Action/Adventure, Adventure & Romance, Implied/Referenced Sex Summary: Archaeologist Steve Rogers finds himself in the thick of danger and adventure after teaming up with his former mentor's son and current sidekick Tony Stark to chase down a rare treasure set to unlock all of humanity's mysteries along the way.

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Collaborator: scottxlogan Card Number: 7017 Square Filled: S4 - Dad Tony Title: A Day at the Beach Link: AO3 Pairings: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Word Count: 6140 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Single Parent Tony Stark, Minor Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanov, Meet-Cute, First Meetings, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Flirting, Kissing, Innuendo, Past Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov & Tony Stark Friendship, Science Bros | Bruce Banner & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Head Injury Summary: Tony and Morgan's daddy/daughter day at the beach takes an unexpected turn as the sexy lifeguard Tony has been eyeing rides to Tony's rescue.

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Collaborator: ABrighterDarkness Card Number: 7027 Square Filled: R1 - Body Swap Title: Nowhere Near as Fun as it Sounds Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony & Steve, Tony/Steve Word Count: 3381 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Body Swap, Oversensitivity, Enhanced Senses, Minor Character Injury Summary: “You’ve never said anything. At all. To anyone,” Tony blurted, the words and realizations that smacked him straight in the face in the most bizarre way possible. Mid-mission, at that. Terrible timing. But…he felt like this was one of those things he should have somehow already known. Something he’d have somehow already addressed and fixed. And not just because he was the one that was now suffering from the lack of knowledge. “Neither have you,” Steve said, quiet and solemn.

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Collaborator: Faustess Card Number: 7022 Square Filled: A5 - Miscommunication Title: Tony Stark Bingo Mark VII - July Round Robin Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 348 (mine), 1287 total Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: No Archive Warnings Apply; Avengers Tower, Avengers Family, Miscommunication, Karaoke, Love Confessions Summary: After missing an Assemble call, Tony thinks the team has gotten tired of his burning the candle at both ends. Turns out that's not what made things a little tense after all.

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Collaborator: Faustess Card Number: 7022 Square Filled: A3 - Free Space! Title: Crossed the Sky for Love Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony Stark/Thor Word Count: 1145 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: No Archive Warnings Apply; Stranded, Flashbacks, Rescue, Gentleness, Protective Thor (Marvel), Tony Stark Needs a Hug Summary: Stranded in the middle of nowhere after a mission goes sideways, Tony gives himself a minute to despair before standing back up to fight for survival. This time he's not fighting alone, though.

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Collaborator: Faustess Card Number: 7022 Square Filled: A1 - Picture of Tony talking to Stephen Strange Title: Tony Stark Bingo Mark VII - June Round Robin Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony Stark & Stephen Strange, James "Bucky" Barnes & Tony Stark, Bruce Banner & Tony Stark Word Count: 300 (my part); 1330 total Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: No Archive Warnings Apply; Team as Family, Avengers Family, Games, scavenger hunt, Vacation, Round Robin Summary: When Doctor Strange offers the Sanctum Sanctorum up as a getaway location for the Avengers, Tony protests. However, he is swayed when Bucky suggests the idea of a scavenger hunt.

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Collaborator: SomeSortofItalianRoast Card Number: 7012 Square Filled: K4 - Innocent Until Proven Guilty Title: Steve Rogers. Mastermind. Forger. Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 1237 Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Triggers: Bottom Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - Leverage Fusion, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Hook-Up, Artist Steve Rogers Summary: Steve Rogers is a genius forger who stepped into Nate Ford’s shoes when the man finally retired for the fourth and final time. Tony Stark is the INTERPOL agent tasked with bringing him in, not fucking him in a coat closet.

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#tony stark bingo round 7 #tsb 7 #tsb weekly roundup #tsb week 7

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i-writes-things · 3 years ago

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One Y/n, 6 Worlds

Avengers x Fem!reader

Fluff, angst, Angst ANGST(only at the end)

Summary- Y/n shifts to many different realities with many different stories happening

Warnings- Fluff(For the first few at least)Tony maybe being dead, Dr strange's death being explained in detail, losing skin(alot), broken bones, and someone losing an arm, losing a hand.(If there are any others that you see please let me know)

Ok ngl The Dr strange one I was like Hey why not make them suffer. HAHA *laughs evilly* Ok heheh The Dr Strange one is violent. very. Um so Spidey fans haheh um the Dr strange one is a little well a little graphic. Haha wow I am just making it so much worse!

The thing above, I wrote it as I wrote the Dr strange story hahah so just be ready if you are gonna read it, I mean personally I don't think it is that bad(ok I went back and made it even worse so..)(I went back again.)but also everyone is different so just make sure to read the warnings above. It is the Last story if you wanna read the other stuff which is mainly fluff! hahah GO READ THE DR STRANGE STORY IF YOU WANNA SEE HIM DIE hahahahahahaha. and to see Y/n being an unbothered BADASS. Bhahaha I keep making it worse and worse haahha

Not my gifs*

Y/n World I

You wake up in your mcu dr bedroom, the soft light coming through your window, the faint sounds of city were far away..

You yawned and stretched in bed waking up a bit more, and as you notice that this is totally Not Your room, a smile grows on your face and the faint sounds of footsteps get louder.

Your excited, not know who it will be, you pretend to go back to sleep hoping they will wake you

"Y/nnn! GET UP GET UP TONY JUST EXPLODED!!" Bruce runs in panicking

Your eyes go wide and look over at him a frown starting to show

"what..?" You look disheartened

"YEAH HE GOT EXPLODED IN HALO 3!" He punches the air stupidly

He looks at you successfully holding back laughter as he continues quietly

"He, uh told me to come and uh, um ask if, you wanted to come and play um with us.. so uh thats it. Good morning Y/n." He left and you laid back down on your bed laughing to yourself

"God, I love it here.." You really were happy that back home your clone was probably doing your house chores for you

Ahhh, the good life

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Y/n world II

You woke with a start as Yelena had stepped on your hand trying to get by you and her older sister Natasha both sleeping on the ground. She turns and kneels next to you apologizing

"Y/n, you ok, does it hurt?" She whispered to you, she was always so sweet towards you

"I'm good Yelena, thanks." You whispered back even though your hand was throbbing

You held your hand close to you as Yelena went to the Motels shared bathroom to go to the bathroom

You heard Natasha move slightly a few feet away from you and you pretended to be asleep, she would ask you why you were awake and then you- You didn't feel like talking, not really sure why, as you didn't have any memories prior to waking up with a start, from this reality anyway..

Natasha mumbled something to herself and you could just barely hear her walk over you and to the old mini fridge that sat by the door, then you heard her sitting at the table maybe 10 feet away from you on the ground 'sleeping' peacefully

Maybe 5 minutes, maybe more maybe less you weren't really sure, you were so close to falling back asleep as your hand started to feel a lot better.

Yelena probably not meaning to opened the door loudly, obliviously startling you and making Natasha give her a death stare

"What?" Yelena asked her sister at a whisper

"You could have woken Y/n up, now be quiet." Natasha whisper-yelled to her sister

Yelena sat at the table after traveling to the old mini fridge and back

"Well..?" Yelena opened her drink quietly

"What?" Natasha asked quietly taking a sip of her own

"Well I'm guessing Y/n went back to sleep?"

"What? What do you mean?" Natasha was confused

"Y/n, I-" Yelena threw a thumb your way and paused to look at her sister who looked angry "I stepped on her hand.." She smiled sorrowfully and went back to the drink taking a sip

"How? How did you even manage to do that"

"Its not like I meant too, sheesh."

"Shhhhhhhh..." You shhed them loudly from across the room

"Sorry, Y/n/n, we'll be quiet." Yelena said to you and kicked Natasha from under the table

Natasha looked at her like she was going to kill her, which doesn't seem unlikely, but you were there so...

So probably not.

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Y/n world III

"Y/n.." A familiar voice called your name softly and as you opened your eyes you were met with Wanda's HER EYE COLOR GOES HERE eyes looking so PRERTYY

"Morning Y/n!" You smiled quickly towards her

"morning Wands, well how did everything go?"

"What do you mean?" She tilted her head trying to think

"Well, uh did- Is everyone ok? Like, did anyone get hurt, is Pietro ok? Did you defeat the Ultron once and for all?

Wanda smiles softly at you

"Yes, everyone is unharmed, and Pietro is resting he- well you can go see him later today.."

You smiled and hugged her, now sitting up in your bed

He didn't die, now this is the good life

You felt today and the rest of the week was going to be a good one

You ate breakfast with the rest of the team and after putting your dishes up, Wanda took you down to see Pietro in Medbay

Pietro is eating slowly pancakes in bed

"PIETRO, oh gosh I thought you were, well dead.." You hug him quickly, but pull away just as fast when he groans in pain

"It's nothing.." He reassured you

"Oh yeah sure of course, because being shoot 4 times is, nothing." Wands says walking in behind you eyeing her brother

"What- Shoot 4 times?" You look between them like you hadn't scripted all of this to happen

"Well what happened, P?" You ask worriedly

"Nothing, I uh just ran in the line of fire.." He looked down at his food, and continued to eat

Wanda spats and says "No, he saved Clint's life, and a little boys.." Wanda looks at her brother proudly

"oh.." You look at Pietro and Wanda glad that Pietro made it out alive, and Ultron was defeated successfully

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Y/n world IV

"PETER? Peter are you listening?"

"Umm, What- No I mean yes- Y/n I can't talk right-" He slammed into a library with a lizard like creature on his tail

"Y/n LOVE YOU I REALLY DO BUT I GOTTA-"

Peter ran right into a bookshelf and smashed his built-in phone

He groans and ducks as the lizard jumped at him

"Well I'll just see Peter la-" Your eyes are glued to the television that is playing a sequence of short videos compiled of Spiderman and a lizard fight each other

"Shit." You curse under your breath, dropping your cell on the couch you ran fast smashing into the window that stood, now broken, between you and your alter ego.

Your apartment being on the 17th floor was in your favor as of now

You dove down towards the faint traffic below

The rush of wind goes by your ears fast, before it settles as you shoot into the sky, using your ability to fly to go and find Spiderman

Finally touching down at the library

You run inside to find Peter fighting the Lizard from TV and you look between them

"Y/n-" Peter is side punched into a wall

"Peter-" Your sucker punch the Lizard and pick Peter up to his feet

"Y/n..?" He asks you "Yes?"

"Well what ar-" He is wiped around the corner by the, now angry, Lizard into the book room labeled 'M-N' on the window

The door is broken, and the first thing you notice is the old man at the from of the room, not knowing what was happening behind him

Stan Lee..? STAN LEE IS HERE OMG

"PETER WATCH-" "I SEE Y/n! I SEE" The lizard lunges at the old man and you get there seconds faster besting the Lizard to the ground.

Peter continues to fight with it and eventually ties it up, after the old man leaves the room dancing softly to his music, from the headphones he was wearing..

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Y/n world V

"Y/n" Steve calls for you

"Steve!! Your back!!"

"That I am.."

"Where's bucky?" You ask Steve casually

He eyes you suspiciously "what?"

You gulp and then remember

Wrong DR Y/n, Wrong DR

"Y/n, what is a D. R. ?" Wanda asks you looking through your thoughts, you push her out but she continues to question

You freeze and turn to face her

"Who the hell is bucky?" Steve asks you over Wanda's questioning about odd thoughts in your head

So many questions, so many thoughts, so many answers, so many wrong answers so many right

But what to say, what to choose..

Dr Strange sits at the table behind them watching the scene before him, a soldier, a superhuman and regular Y/n fighting, but you were far from regular, he knew where you came from, he knew that you wanted to bring no harm to this world, he understood that this wasn't your escape but the chance to explore the multiple verse, he gets that you may slip up and he would fix it for you in a minute, but for now he wanted to see how well this version of you was under pressure...

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DR STRANGE STORY IS NEXT! vvvv

Y/n world VI

"Earth is closed today..!" Tony announces to you

You look at him as a mood of disgust comes across your face

"mm, no."

Tony eyes you as Dr Strange speaks up

"You can't win Y/n." Strange exclaims to you as he makes sparky circle magic

"Ok." You say unbothered flicking your wrist harshly

Dr strange falls to his knees, he starts to shout in pain holding his stomach, he tries to make his magic

You flick your wrist and after a few fast cracks his own hand is on the ground in front of him, twitching, bleeding out, and not attached to him whatsoever

He started to be ripped in-half right in front of you and Tony..

The sound of his flesh being pulled apart slowly is making you hungry for war, you can hear every rip and tear of his flesh

His agony was heard by Tony and yourself

To say the least Dr Strange did NOT like this version of you at ALL.

His skin was being plead off him, from an unknown force, 10 feet in the air.

He started to bleed where the skin had been plead, too deep

He holds on as long as he could, still trying to use his magic

But with every swift motion of your wrist he was only toren apart faster

His bones starting to break apart and cracking, making the loudest of noises, besides his shouts for the pain to stop

"the pain will stop soon enough, Mister Strange.." You whispered to yourself

His strength finally gives up, knowing his ultimate defeat and he comes undone faster, his internal organs making the most horrible squishing/tearing sounds as he screams till he inevitably, is in two pieces rather than one.

His limp two pieced body falls with a loud thud

He bleed out in under a minute, feet away from where Tony stands

Tony's face is painted pale in horror and sadness, he stands there in shock

He looks away quickly and once his eyes find you he is mad

he is angry

he is finally ready to kill.

He pulls his straps and then there stands Iron Man.

You laugh lightly at his silly outfit

"You are a mere mortal with an expiration date. I have no such thing," You look at the the body of Strange and a wild smile starts to grows on your face

"I," You pause wanting to take in the moment "am a god.." Your hands stretch out from your sides, and as you make fists with your hands the trees and buildings around the square crumble to your will, you then look back at Tony and finally see the fear in his eyes

Your smile grows more

You sense something near by and immediately flick your wrist, you both hearing the scream of a child

A child Tony knew so well, the child he told to stay away

Tony shoots at you before running over to where Spiderman laid on the ground his left arm across the street and his screams fill Tony's head

Tony now decided he had to leave, he couldn't lose Peter too..

You smile to yourself and looked straight at the camera as the screaming faded

"Your next.."

The screen of the movie goers, goes black and a few clap, others get up and leave not knowing of the end credit scene, like every other Marvel movie

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dreamlandcreations · 3 years ago

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Misc. masterlist

❌ dark(ish) ||🔥 smut || 🧸 fluff/soft ||⚡ angst || 💔 soulmate!au || 🌎 au || 🎱 mention of reader’s sexual orientation || 🤍 gender neutral reader (otherwise it's probably fem reader) || ✨ reader description (mostly just implied) ||🎗miscarriage / infertility / reader not wanting kids || ❤️‍�� not quite angsty but it’s definitely in the “it hurts” category

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see the

• Main Masterlist •

for Boba Fett, Santiago Garcia, Andromache, The Darkling, Billy Russo, Outcome 3, Poe Dameron, Nathan Bateman, Duke Leto Atreides, Alfie Solomons, Bishop Losa, Eddie Munson, Stranger Things (Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Billy Hargrove, Max Mayfield, 11), Eames, Tommy Conlon, James Delaney, Jake “Hangman” Seresin, William “Ironhead” Miller, Xenk Yendar, Aemond Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Shanks (OPLA)

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Star Wars

Jango Fett

Just a simple man - Jango Fett x half alien!Reader

Summary: You save him and he shows you there is more to life than fighting…

Meeting • Trust • Stay 🔥🧸 • Life 🔥🧸 • Death⚡

Speak Freely (epilogue of Just a simple man) ⚡🧸 - Boba Fett x half alien!Reader

Summary: Boba hasn’t spoken Mando'a since the death of his father…

Darth Maul

Beauty and the Beast - Darth Maul x Queen of Naboo!Reader ⚡

Summary: Maul is tasked to keep you in line while his master’s plan comes together on Coruscant…

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Imagine: Birthday Party, Avenger style

True Love’s Kiss - Steve x Bucky, (Steve x Natasha) 🔥⚡🧸🌎

Summary: The King of Northern America is engaged to the beautiful Princess Natasha of the Russian Empire, too bad he is falling for someone else…

Happily Ever After (part 2 of TLK) - Steve x Bucky, (Steve x Natasha) ❌🔥⚡🧸🌎

Summary: Wanda returns to have her revenge…

Steve Rogers

True Love’s Kiss - Steve x Bucky, (Steve x Natasha) 🔥⚡🧸🌎

Summary: The King of Northern America is engaged to the beautiful Princess Natasha of the Russian Empire, too bad he is falling for someone else…

Happily Ever After (part 2 of TLK) - Steve x Bucky, (Steve x Natasha) ❌🔥⚡🧸🌎

Summary: Wanda returns to have her revenge…

Tony Stark

Doctor Strange

Pietro Maximoff

Erik Killmonger

Loki

Grinch green - Loki x Maximoff!Reader

Summary: Being paired up on a mission with Loki ends up changing your relationship with the moody god…

Elektra

Casual fun - Elektra x Reader 🔥(🎱)

Summary: Riding high on adrenaline, you find something else to ride too…

Matt Murdock

Thor

Imagine: Birthday Party, Avenger style

X-Men

Erik Lehnsherr

Charles Xavier

Remy LeBeau

Apocalypse

Lord of the Rings

Thranduil

Legolas

Haldir

Éomer

Foundation

Brother Day

Day & Night - Brother Day x Reader ❌🔥⚡🧸

Summary: You can’t resist a challenge and what could be more daring than changing the fate of an Empire but you didn’t calculate with the obstinate nature of Day…

Triple Frontier

Benny Miller

Little Miller - Benny Miller x Will’s BFF!Reader 🔥

Summary: You are Will’s new bestie and everyone (except the two of you) thinks you’re gonna end up together but your love-hate relationship with his lil’ bro takes an interesting turn when you find out his call sing, that they never actually use…

Dog Soldiers series (Love, Death & Robots - Shape-Shifters AU)

Part 3 - Benny Miller

Gentlemen

Raymond Smith

A deal is a deal - Ray Smith x half Asian!Reader 🌎

Bribing • The Offer • Deal • Business🔥⚡ • Pleasure 🔥🧸 • All’s fair… 🧸

Summary: You make an offer and you get yourself a Ray of Sunshine with the deal…

This is a terrible idea - Ray Smith x aristocrat!Reader

King Arthur - Legend of the Sword

King Arthur

All Hallows Eve - King Arthur x mage!Reader ⚡🧸

Summary: Staying at the castle, you train Arthur so he can wield the sword properly. When All Hallows Eve arrives, the dead wants to be heard…

The Legend of his Queen (part 2 of AHE) - King Arthur x mage!Reader ⚡🔥🧸

Summary: You fell in love with the King, even though you knew his destiny was to fall for someone else…

Good Omens

Crowley

Aziraphale

Vikings

Ragnar

Ubbe

Ivar

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale

We are even - Derek Hale x hunter!Reader

Summary: You work with the Argents but you play by your own rules…

Chris Argent

Enola Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

Bride (to lover) - Sherlock Holmes x Reader 🔥⚡🧸

Summary: A marriage of convenience. You never expected it to be anything else…

Narnia

Caspian

*Dating the Darkling / Billy Russo / Logan Delos / Caspian / +Sirius Black headcanon 🔥⚡🧸

made up fic title: The Summer Prince

Witcher

Geralt

Vilgefortz

Darkness Within series - Vilgefortz x Calanthe’s daughter!Reader ❌🔥⚡

Summary: He found you when your mother sentenced you to death, he took you in and taught you everything you know, then he found out just how special you are…

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon

Robb Stark

The Wolf and the Lion - Robb Stark x Lannister!Reader

Summary: Stranger, betrothed, enemy, prisoner, wife, lover, traitor, saviour, captor…

Tyrion Lannister

Alicent Hightower

Imagine Alicent seducing you...

Star Trek

Khan

Spock

Bones

James Bond (No Time to Die)

Paloma

The Enemy of My Enemy - Paloma x Villain!Reader 🔥⚡

Summary: Your relationship with her is complicated but you have to take aside your differences because Bond needs you both to save the world this time…

Harry Potter (Marauders/Fantastic Beasts )

Sirius Black

*Dating the Darkling / Billy Russo / Logan Delos / Caspian / +Sirius Black headcanon 🔥⚡🧸🤍

made up fic title: Serpent's Heart

Percival Graves

Westworld

Logan Delos

*Dating the Darkling / Billy Russo / Logan Delos / Caspian / +Sirius Black headcanon 🔥⚡🧸

Venom

Eddie/Venom

*Misery loves company - Venom x Reader x Eddie

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Summary: What if...HYDRA captured you?

Warnings: Canon typical violence, blood, gunshots, mentions of implied SA (but never specified), made up supernatural elements probably.

Italics signifiy speaking in a foreign language

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1954

The night air nips at your skin as you creep through the bushes, the only light coming from your now burning house. The smell of smoke permeates the air and rises high up into the moonless night. The orange glow from the flames pouring out of your house cast long shadows from your hiding place. When you reach a better vantage point to see the front of the house, you gasp, then clap your hand over your mouth to stop the scream that wants to bubble up.

There, lined in a row all kneeling in the dirt, are your brothers. Charlie seems to be talking to the men around him, head held high as he glares at the man you assume is in charge. You can't hear what they're saying, but you see the man standing in front of your brothers let out a hearty laugh.

Junior and Benji share a look, and you hear Aiden yell at Charlie to stop. You think you hear him say your name, but the roaring house fire is loud, and so is the blood rushing in your ears.

You notice the cuffs on your brother's hands and forearms, arms tightly bound behind them. Probably to stop them from Shifting, you think. The man in charge bends over to say something to Charlie, and a moment later, they all shout, Charlie hasn't made a move the whole time. You wonder what they said, because in the next moment, Aiden jumps up to lunge at the man, and then a resounding CRACK fills the air. And Aiden falls to the ground unmoving.

The scream escapes you now, but the sound is drowned out as another crack goes off, and Benji falls in a heap next to Aiden.

No, this can't be happening.

One of the men comes up and unfolds a baton, the end crackling violently with electricity, and shoves the end of it into Junior's side. He lets out a strangled scream and slumps forward as the pain passes.

Charlie's head falls forward, shoulders slumping in defeat and looks right at you, hiding in the dark in the bushes.

You scramble back in the dirt and go to get up and run. As you turn to run, you ram into a solid body and get knocked back down in the dirt.

Looking up, a giant mass of a man stands before you, his hair is stringy and long to his chin, there’s a mask covering the bottom half of his face but you’re sure he’s sneering at you. There's black paint or coal smeared across his eyes, and the crystal blue of his eyes shines that much brighter in the firelight from the house. They look cold and distant as he stares down his nose at you. A gleam catches your eye at the fingers on his left hand as they glint in the light from the fire. He clenches his fist, and there’s a mechanical whirring sound. He’s dressed in all black, from his combat boots to his pants and the tactical vest with long sleeves.

How did you not hear him come up behind you? “P-please,” you plead. There’s tears running down your face, making tracks in the dirt that’s smudged on your cheeks. He tilts his head to the side as he looks down at you, inhaling deeply.

“Poydem so mnoy, lepestok,” his voice is deep and gravely. It sounds like he has to force the words out of his mouth. It sends shivers down your spine, and you shake your head at him. He growls as he crouches down to your level, eyes flashing dangerously at you as his brow lowers over his eyes. In one swift motion his hand goes to his hip and he flips a knife through his fingers with practiced ease a few times before he grasps the handle and places the sharp tip under your chin so you can look up at him.

He smells like charred wood and machinery, gunpowder, leather, and dried mint. It reminds you of a cold winter's evening.

“YA ne budu sprashivat' snova,” his knife presses into your chin a little harder, making you whimper, “lepestok.”

“I-I don-don’t kn-know what y-you’re saying,” you tell him softly, afraid to speak above a whisper. “Please, pl-please let me go.” You reach up to touch his hand that's holding the knife, but his silver hand catches you before you can and holds your wrist in a crushing grip. You let out another whimper as he squeezes his fingers tighter.

He hauls you up by your wrist, your feet barely touching the grass beneath you. You bring your other hand up to try and pry his metal fingers from you, but his grip is unrelenting. He picks you up higher and brings your face closer to his, his cold, dead eyes narrowing above the mask.

“Ty poydesh’ so mnoy, lepestok,” he growls out. You would have felt his breath fan across your face if it weren't for the muzzle keeping it in. “Ili ya ub'yu togo, kto ubezhal.”

That last sentence has the hair on the back of your neck stand on end, you tug your arm again, eyes glowing and fangs extending.

“Let me go, or you'll regret it, asshole,” a growl bubbles up and out of your chest, skin rippling as you go to Shift.

Before you can blink, the man with the metal arm grips the front of your shirt and slams you down on the ground hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs. You're dazed as you look up through blurred vision at him hovering over you. His metal fingers dig into your collarbone to keep you down, and from his back, he pulls out a metal ring. He places it around your neck, and it closes with a deafening shink.

The pain is instant, causing you to arch up and let out a scream so loud it has you seeing spots. Silver, the collar around your neck. It burns into your skin, and you try and claw it off, only burning your hands in the process. The skin around your neck is raw and red within a few minutes, and you sag back into the ground, panting heavily and eyelids heavy.

The metal armed man grunts in satisfaction, pulling you up with him to stand and flopping you over his shoulder. You hang limply in his hold as he treks back to the men near the house.

“Come, enough struggling, Little Petal,” his voice is deep and accented as it rumbles through you.

You struggle to swallow the lump in your throat, raw and hoarse from screaming, “f-fuck you,” you croak. All the energy leaves you as you're carried across the grass, the heavy boots of the man carrying you thump loudly in your ears.

He comes to a stop and dumps your body on the ground unceremoniously, and when you loll your head to the side, you see Junior and Charlie still kneeling side by side. Junior has a few bruises littered around his face and body, and Charlie has a gash along his hairline that's trickling blood down his face and into the dirt. They both give you pained smiles, eyes filling with tears that soon spill as they look at you.

“Why didn't you run, Flowers?” Junior husks, eyes bouncing between your own.

“Co-couldn’t leave yo-you,” you manage to say. The men around you speak in that foreign language as you talk to your brothers.

“Where is the other Shifter, Soldat?” A man sneers, his accent heavy. Eastern European, Russian, you think.

“Gone,” is all the metal-armed man says. You peer up to him, his eyes are trained ahead, unseeing and blank. In the next second, the man in charge steps forward and strikes him across the face with the back of his hand. The other men around snicker to themselves. The man, Soldat, barely moves, just his face turning with the force of the blow, his long, stringy hair fanning across his face, and you think he's staring down at you now. His face is impassive, and he turns it slowly back to face forward again.

“Where?” Charlie whispers to you, eyebrows creased in worry.

You give him a smile, you hope, though it's probably more of a grimace, “I hear there's Sunshine out in Shiprock,” you speak the code you know only your brothers would understand. A look of relief fills their faces. Your muscles tense as a new wave of pain goes through you as the silver collar settles on your skin. You crawl towards your brothers, trying not to focus on the lifeless forms of Aiden and Benji.

You almost reach them, fingers barely grazing Junior's knee when a boot between your shoulder blades shoves you back to the ground. You whimper at the pain from the collar and the full force of the person standing on you.

“Sdvig. ili umeret',” the man above you sneers. He presses his boot down harder into you, and you yelp, hands reaching and fingers digging into the dirt. The silver collar digs into your skin more, and you struggle to fight through the pain.

You can barely make out that your brothers are yelling at the man to stop and that you can't understand what it is they want. After several moments or hours, you can't tell, Charlie's voice reaches your ears. It's frantic, and he's trying to be soothing, but you can tell he's panicking.

“Shift, he wants you to Shift, Flowers! Do it!”

“Can't,” you rasp, “silver.”

“Tell her to change! Or one of you dies!” The Head man says, and when you peer over to Charlie and Junior, they're both pushed to the ground as well. The man over them cocks his gun and aims it at Junior's head. “Sdvig!”

You try with every fiber of your being to Shift, but the pain and the silver won't let you. “I can't!” You shout, tears pile in your eyes, and you can barely see when the man above your brothers shoots Junior twice before the light leaves his eyes. Your skin ripples as you hear Charlie let out a deafening roar. He screams he's going to kill every last one of the men in the clearing. Threatens them with such violent deaths that if they lay another finger on you, they'd regret it.

You're yanked up by the collar, and when you look up, the metal armed man is holding you. His eyes are empty as he stares back at you, and you let out a low growl. It hardly escapes your throat, but the warning is there.

“Shift, Little Petal, or he dies,” the Soldat speaks into your ear. When you look at Charlie, his eyes are glowing in anger. And then you look at the bodies of your brothers. Lifeless and unmoving, tiny pools of crimson paint the dirt.

You were all happy and laughing not even an hour ago, and now your house was a crumbling pile of flaming ashes.

“Why me?” You ask him, and when he doesn't answer, you look at the Soldat again. His brow is pulled low over his eyes, a question in his gaze. Did he even know why?

The man standing over Charlie laughs. It makes your blood run cold. “Because you are female, my dear,” and the implication isn't lost on you. Your heart rate kicks up, and you look at Charlie. His eyes have faded, and he stares at you in shock.

He says your name softly, like a prayer, pleading, “fight them, every step of the way. You fight. Don't let them-”

Crack

—--

You don't remember the pain, and you don't remember much of anything after the gunshot went off.

You do remember sinking your teeth into the man who shot your brothers. The warmth of his blood coating your mouth as you tore at his jugular. His body lay in a bloody heap beneath your paws. Your face, chest, and paws stained crimson as you look at the rest of the men gathered around. Fear and shock mar their faces, all except Soldat. There's a glint in his eyes. He seems amused even under the muzzle. He's the only one that could hold you back, but he all but threw you at the man now dead at your feet.

The remaining men around are all shouting in Russian for the Soldat to do something. They take cautious steps back to put themselves behind the metal armed man and far from you. He crouches down and extends his metal fingers to you. His stare is still blank, but it's not as cold as it was before.

“Come, they will not hurt you, not with me here,” Soldat says, his voice low and gravely. When you don't make a move toward him, he tries again. “they do not speak English. Only he could,” he nods his chin to the dead man at your feet, and his hand still extended to you.

A man in the back speaks up, voice wavering and uncertain, “zastavit' yeye podchinit'sya!”

You hear the Soldat growl and stand, his metal arm whirring as he clenches his fists. He says something back to the men, and they all flinch and hastily make their way back to the SUVs parked a few feet away. Except for one, he catches by the collar of his shirt and tosses him at your feet.

When you look up to the Soldat, he gestures to the man trying to scurry away from you, “The boot on your back,” he says calmly.

You growl, head going low and eyes flashing. You lunge and sink your teeth into the man's shoulder, he yells in pain, and you tighten your hold and rip away, blood spraying out onto the ground around you. The man gurgles for a second and is dead in the next.

You've silently crept your way to stand by the metal-armed man, head coming up just below his chest. His flesh hand comes up, and his fingers dig into your fur. The silver collar around your neck is a dull ache compared to the pain in your chest, heart shattered in a thousand pieces.

Your eyes close at the contact, you may have killed the man responsible for your siblings' deaths, but you can't bring yourself to look at them again. So when the Soldat takes a step towards the vehicles, you don't hesitate to follow. There's nothing left for you here, and getting them to leave lets Leon get far away from the death and destruction left behind.

—

You've lost count of the days, or months, or years maybe, that have passed since you followed Winter. It suited him. It was a better name than Soldat, in your opinion.

The silver collar around your neck doesn't pain you like it used to. The scars along your collarbone and neck never seem to heal.

The thin mattress and even thinner blanket sit in the corner of the cage they keep you in. Cage is a relative term. At least a cage has a view. the one you're kept in is just a concrete room with no windows and one door.

You only see Winter on rare occasions. He tried to protest once but was quickly punished for speaking out. You went to intervene, but the collar had a shock system in it, and you collapsed to the ground in a heap and was pulled out of your Shifted form. You lay naked and in pain as the aftershocks of the electricity coarsed through your system.

You only Shift to your human form when they tell you to. The electric shocks let you know when, any other time you're Shifted. It's easier that way, easier to deal with the handlers that were assigned to you. No one talked to you anyway. The men around the compound only sneered at or talked about you.

The heavy metal door to your cell opens, bright fluorescent light streaming into the dark room, and you shuffle up onto all fours. But the man at the door isn't your usual handler. He seems nervous and won't meet your eye. He shuffles on his feet, holds up an electrified baton, it crackles violently, and you pad out of the room and wait for instructions. You know the drill by now, do what they say or else. The or else usually results in some form of pain.

“khodit, dvornyaga,” (walk, mutt) You're not sure when you picked up on understanding Russian, but you could understand the basics. Maybe you have been here a long time. You shake the thought out of your head as you follow the man down a few corridors, twisting this way and that. You've ascended a few flights of stairs, and when he opens the next door, the room is vast and cold concrete. In the center of the room sits a strange contraption, surrounded by monitors.

On the opposite wall, there's another set of heavy metal doors. They roll open and in staggers Winter, fog rolling along the floor as he exits. Two men in uniform enter next, making him walk forward, but his legs give out, and he collapses to his knees, panting heavily. There's a man in a lab coat that follows behind and a final man with a maroon beret on his head. The handler, you think. There's a folder in his hands as he goes to wait by the contraption.

You make your way over to Winter, tail low but swishing slightly. You nose over his hair and down his face and into his neck, he brings his flesh hand up and digs in your fur. His hair is wet, maybe a little frost bitten like he was laying in a heap of snow. You put yourself under his arm, and he uses you to lean his weight on so he can stand again. Winter’s hand lazy finds your head and pats once, huffing out a heavy breath. He's barefoot, wearing the bare minimal tact outfit; a black vest and pants.

You felt like you hadn't seen him in years, but there he stood just like the first time you met him. Tall and broad and menacing. His shoulders straighten, and he cracks his neck from side to side.

You glance into the room he just left, and you see some kind of chamber. The door's ajar and fog is rolling out of it in a steady stream. You can smell the chill of it in the air, like the scent of the first snowfall of the year right before it happens. What was that machine? It makes a chill run down your spine.

When you go to pad back towards Winter, you're stopped by the man who collected you from your cell. He stands in front of you with the baton pointed at you, his face trying to be stern, but falls short when you growl at him.

“Time for you to Shift, Mutt,” he sneers. He raises the baton to your face, and it crackles in anticipation. Your ears go back, and you lower your head as another growl leaves you. You take a step back when the man advances.

There's panic in his eyes, frantically searching around the room as his heart kicks up a little.

“Leave her. She will comply after she witnesses this,” a man across the room calls. He's standing with the two men in matching camo and rifles in their hands. He ushers Winter towards the strange contraption and forces him to sit.

“Come closer, little mutt, and witness first hand total compliance,” the maroon beret man calls, a smug look on his face. The men with rifles secure Winter's arms down with bindings and then the metal arms above hum to life and shift down on either side of his face.

Winter makes eye contact with you for the briefest of seconds before the ends of the metal arms clamp around his face. One side completely obscured his face and the other framing his cheek. They tighten so he can't move his head, and the lab coat in the back flicks a few switches and you can hear the electricity hum to life and in the next second you see the metal armed man tense and scream in pain.

The sound makes your fur stand on end, the pain and agony leaving this man sends your mind reeling. What the hell were they doing?

After a moment, Red Beret opens a red book with a star on it, matching the red star on Winter's shoulder. He starts a series of phrases in Russian. You can't hear it over the rush of blood in your ears or over Winters screaming. And then the machine shuts off, metal arms retracting and raising away from the man in the chair.

He convulses with the aftershocks of the electricity, head twitching slightly. The Red Beret says one final phrase, and Winter's eye twitches before he looks up at his handler, eyes cold and distant.

“Good morning, Soldier,” the handler says as he places the red book down.

“Ready to comply,” the Soldat answers. His voice is rough as he forces the words from his mouth. Another shiver runs up your spine, but you take a few steps closer. The Soldats head lowers slightly, eyebrows furrowing low over his eyes, and his gaze cuts to you before you can take another step.

“I have a mission for you. Sanction and extraction. No witnesses,” the handler picks up a manilla folder, thick and full of papers, and holds it out for the Soldier to take. Without breaking eye contact with you, he takes the folder and rises to his feet. Your hackles stand on end, and your stance widens, head low as a growl escapes your chest.

Something about the way the Soldat moves is off; different. This isn't the same man you've known. He's cold and menacing. Things he's never been around you.

“And take the mutt with you,” the handler says, amusement in his voice. A pile of black tact gear is thrown at your feet, and in the next second, a harsh jab of the electric baton is shoved into your side. You yelp and go to dodge the next jab but a metal arm grabs you by the collar and holds you aloft, the electricity runs through you violently and the aftershocks make your skin ripple and a shudder runs through you. The Soldat drops you, and the collar turns on, and it forces you to Shift, and you let out a strangled yell through clenched teeth. He steps over your prone form and walks out of the room.

“Hurry after him, little mutt,” the handler says as he folds his arms across his chest. “Or do you want to try again?” He glances at the machine behind him, and your eyes widen. You scramble to grab the clothes and hastily put them on as you run to catch up to Soldat.

It's a one-piece bodysuit, and after you shove your arms and legs into it, you zip it up. The all black suit is a little baggy on you, but it fits well enough. The pants are cargo like, large pockets on either leg. The top is like a vest, the sleeves are cut off at the elbow and the neck is long and baggy, you can pull it up over your head and it covers the bottom half of your face as well.

You catch up to the Soldat, he puts in a code for the door, and the heavy metal of the doors creak and groan to life as they open just enough for you both to fit through.

The sheer cold hits you in the face, and a full blast of ice-cold wind forces its way through the door. You're keenly aware that you aren't wearing shoes as you follow the Soldat outside. He seems unaffected by the cold as he crosses the walkway and to a small aircraft, it's a little bigger than a helicopter, and plane-like. The ramp in the back is already down, and he climbs aboard, not even sparing you a glance.

When you finally shuffle your way inside, it's a little warmer, only due to the fact the wind isn't blowing inside. To your right, the Soldat stands at a rack of supplies, you notice he pulls a pair of boots out and shoves his feet in them, then a few knives find their way into various parts of his suit. He shifts over a little and extends his hand out to you, a pair of combat boots that look like they'll fit you in his hand.

You grab them before he can drop them, pulling them tight to your chest.

“Tha-” you cough and then clear your throat. It's been a very long time since you've had to use your voice. “Thank you.” It's rough and doesn't sound like you, but it comes out all the same. He nods and makes his way to the pilot seat, strapping in and plopping the manila folder down on the seat next to him.

“Read it,” he spares you a glance before he starts the aircraft and begins the preflight measures. When you sit next to him, he pauses, “aloud.”

When you open the file, it's all in Russian. No surprise there, but you can't read it. There's a photograph of an older man, a candid shot of him exiting a car. His hair is white, cropped short on the sides and fluffy on the top. His mustache is also white. And then you're struck by the fact that this photo is colorized.

“This,” you clear your throat again, “this photograph is in color,” you show him the image, and his eyebrows furrow, eyes moving along the photo, the paper and then your face. It's like he doesn't seem to grasp the concept. “It's in color,” you say more to yourself. Your fingers trace along the photograph, the lines on the man's face, down his chin and stopping the suit he wore. He was very well dressed.

“Ho-,” you cough again, this one longer than the last. “Howard St-Stark…” It's mostly mumbled to yourself, but the Soldat can hear you. “Born 1917, in New York… head of Stark Industries…. Worked on Projects PEGASUS, and REBIRTH, and co-founder of SHIELD. A lot of this is in Russian, I can't read it.”

He hums in acknowledgment, pressing one final button and then a switch, and then pulls a lever, and the aircraft takes off. It's faster moving than you thought it would be. After 20 minutes, the Soldat engages the autopilot and then turns toward you with his hand out. You hand him the folder, and he reads through it, eyes scanning over every detail. He takes a few pictures out of the folder and gives them to you, one of the target, Stark, another of a metal briefcase, and another of the car you assume he'll be driving.

“Those men, they want what's in the briefcase?” You ask, flipping through the pictures again.

He hums again, “HYDRA.” And when you give him a questioning glance, he nods to the pictures and motions to the folder, “HYDRA wants whatever is in that case. A serum. It says here, retrieval at all costs,” he reads a few more pages before he puts the folder down, having gathered enough information.

“Do you remember the night we met?” Curiosity getting the better of you, and when he doesn't respond, you look up at him. There's a blank look in his eyes and his brows lower. He searches your face for a moment, as if trying to place it. He shakes his head no, and you deflate

After a few silent moments, he looks at you out of the corner of his eye, “Dvornyaga,” your head whips around to look at him, “those scars. How…?” The question hangs in the air. Did he really not remember how you got most of them?

“I remember when I was 9 years old, and I climbed the tree in the backyard,” you’re staring out the window at the clouds that pass, running your fingers over the newest scar you can’t heal from. “Mama and my brother, Aiden, always used to worry I’d fall out and hurt myself. Papa used to laugh and say, ‘Well at least she’ll learn to land on ‘er feet,’” you let out a sad chuckle. “I did fall, sprained my ankle, and got a really big gash on my leg ‘cause I landed on a rock.” You turn to him and lift your pant leg, “It healed in a few days, and the scar never showed.”

The Soldat’s brows are pulled together, the question in his eyes as they scan up your leg - which is now littered with scars - and back to your face.

“The silver stops me from healing all the way. Everything they do to me stays on my body like a morbid reminder. This is a reminder of what I am and how I got here.”

You pull the zipper of your tact suit down to your navel, exposing the skin and standing to show him the biggest scar you had. Its jagged edges to the left of your belly button is about 6 inches long, “You shot me with a silver bullet once, all because they told you to do it. It was after you brought me in, the night they killed my family. The doctors dug it out with silver tools. Sometimes, I can still feel them burning me from the inside.”

—

It was late in the evening when you and Soldat reached the interception point. Hidden behind a treeline from the main road, you sat behind him on a motorcycle. One he stole from a bar a town over. He may have broken someone's nose to get it.

“I still can't believe it's 1991…” You shuffled the newspaper in your hands. On the corner near the bar was a newspaper dispenser, and you didn't hesitate to take one as you walked by it. “So many things have happened. So many things I've missed…” your hand scratches at the silver collar around your throat absent-mindedly. You've gotten so used to it that it's like a second skin.

“Where are we again?” You've asked this question multiple times and have received no answer each time.

He sighs heavily, hands tightening on the handlebars, “It doesn't matter. Now be quiet,” he hisses the last bit out in Russian. A sign that tells you he's fed up with you talking so much.

Another hour rolls by, and you're about to say something else when a car drives by. You recognize it as the same one from the photos.

“Hold on,” is all he says in warning before the motorcycle comes to life and Soldat speeds away. You scramble to hold on, newspaper flying into the wind and arms circling his waist and gripping tight. He speeds up to the car quickly, pulling up to the passenger side he winds his metal arm up and punches the side of the vehicle, a tire blows out as the car struggles to stay in its lane, but fails and crashes violently into a tree.

The Soldat skids to a stop and backtracks toward the car, shutting the bike off and stepping off. The skin from your elbows to your fingertips ripple, fur coming forth, and claws extending as you follow behind the metal armed man. He forces the trunk of the car open, the metal straining with the force. There lies the briefcase, and when he opens it, 4 or 5 pouches of glowing blue liquid are inside.

“All of that,” you gesture to the car wreck, “for these?” You look up at your companion, and he just gives you a silent side-eye. He shuts the briefcase and goes to grab it when you hear a car door open and someone falls out with a pained grunt. You both share a look before you round the car.

There on the ground in a bloody, disheveled heap is none other than your target, Howard Stark. Soldat makes his way over to the injured man. You right behind him, claws bared. Stark is whimpering in pain, and when the Soldat fists a chunk of silver hair in his hands and pulls Stark to a kneeling position.

“Pl-please, my wife,” he grunts heavily, and his eyes focus up to the Soldat, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “S-sergeant Barnes?”

Barnes? Who..? And then the Soldat brings his metal fist up, but you stop him before it could make contact. He glares at you, and if it were anyone else, they'd be running away as fast as they could and putting as much distance between him and them. But you aren't afraid of him. You give the Soldat a pleading look, and he drops his arm but doesn't let go of Stark's hair.

Stark winces as you peer around your grumpy companion, his hand going up to try and gain purchase on the hand, gripping him too tight. He eyes you warily, grunting in discomfort. You're sure he has a few broken ribs, maybe a sprained arm or leg. It's definitely a broken nose.

“He called you Sargeant,” you say. “Do you know this man, Soldat?” He doesn't respond, only glaring down at you when you step closer to Stark. When you get close enough to smell him, you take a few inhales, circling around the back of him and stop. He doesn't smell unpleasant, all things considered. He smells musky and metallic; probably from the blood. But there's something else on him, something pleasing, and it makes you hum.

“Ho-Howard?” A strangled cry comes from the car, and your head swivels around at the sound, eyebrows lowering. Another person?

“My wife, please, please,” Stark pleads, and you make your way around the car to the passenger side. The door is jammed shut, and you give it a few hard tugs before it finally creaks free.

The woman, Stark's wife, is bloody and broken but alive. She looks at you with wet eyes, big and round, as she chokes out a sob. Her cheekbone looks shattered, maybe a broken arm and a few bruised ribs. When you lean in to rip the seat belt from her, you smell it again, that pleasing scent that was also on Stark. You hum quietly, claws easily tearing the seat belt from her body, and she sags. You catch her and her fingers flex in your forearms.

“What are you doing, Mutt?” Soldat asks, letting go of Stark and stopping you in your tracks.

“What - your arms,” she lets out a quiet gasp. Oh yeah, fur, oops. You hum again, nodding when she looks up at you. You shrug and help her out of the car. She leans all her weight in you, and you support her around the car toward her husband.

“Helping. They're hurt, Winter,” he flinches at the name, and you go to move around him, but he stops you again. A growl starts low in your chest when he doesn’t move.

“No witnesses,” his voice is low and demanding, but you won’t be swayed. There’s something about these two that tugs at something inside you. You have to know what it is. The woman lets go of you, and you let her crawl towards her husband, and they embrace, hands fleeting and worrying about one another.

“No one has to know,” you reach out to him and place a hand on his chest, but he flinches back out of your reach. “I’ll stay. Take the package and leave,” you say for only him to hear. “HYDRA will think they died, maybe me too…”

“Did you say HYDRA?” Stark asks. He and his wife are still kneeling on the ground, and he straightens up a little when the Soldat turns to glare at him. “you've been with HYDRA this whole time?”

“You know him. You called him Sergeant,” You crouch down to their level and give him a reassuring smile.

Stark nods, eyeing the man over your shoulder, “Sergeant James Barnes of the 107th. He is - was - Captain Steve Rogers best friend. He was my friend, too. Barnes fell from a train in the Swiss Alps, and Steve was devastated. We all thought he died," Stark looks up at the Soldat again, and you turn to look at him too. “I'm sorry, Bucky.”

“Who the hell is..?” You mutter to yourself. The Soldat, Barnes - or whoever he is - starts breathing heavily, eyes wide and unseeing as he takes in Stark's information. “Winter..?” You stand and take a cautious step towards him, his eyes cut to you, and there's something in them that makes you pause.

You've heard of Captain America and his sacrifice. But you don't know the details, or maybe you forgot them. You take another step towards him and stare up into his eyes. They seem distant and lost.

“Bucky?” You ask hesitantly. His eyes soften slightly.

“Dvornyaga,” he brings his metal hand up to the side of your face, palm resting on your neck. In one swift movement, his fingers clasp around the collar and crush it. A small jolt runs down your spine, and then the pieces of offending metal are in scraps on the ground.

Your eyes glow bright, and it’s like a thousand pounds has been lifted off your shoulders. The tears well up big and fat in your eyes before you laugh, digging your fingers into the tact vest of the man who has freed you. The tears fall freely when you blink and look up at him, “Why did you do that?” You hug him, wrapping your arms around his neck and squeezing as tight as you could. His arms stay at his side, but he can smell you now, and he remembers. Maybe only a sliver of a memory, but it’s there.

“Petal,” he says softly.

“Stay,” you say into his neck, but he shakes his head no. He pulls you away and walks toward the trunk of the car wreck and shuts it, leaving the briefcase behind, and then takes out his pistol. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end, and you shuffle in front of Stark and his wife. He raises his gun and shoots, shattering a security camera not even 10 feet from you.

“I'm not him,” he says quietly, “don't think I ever will be. But I can try.”

He nods and makes his way to his motorcycle. As he speeds away, you have a small thought that you hope to see him again one day. Maybe you could find out who this Sergeant Barnes is, or was, together.

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Howard and his wife, Maria, were wary but thankful that you intervened and saved their lives. Admittedly, you also had a part in their crashing, but they had other things to worry about at the moment.

When you offered to run and get help, Howard had worried it would take too long, but you assured him you were very quick.

“Let us go with you,” Marisa insisted. “Our son, he'll be so worried, please?”

You aren't sure how you've kept your humanity for this long. If the year was right, and you're sure it is, you've been mostly Shifted for 30 years. Give or take, with the way HYDRA kept you and tortured you, you weren't sure the details. You noticed your mannerisms were more dog-like now than you used to be, but Howard and Maria didn't seem to notice as they limped together while you guided them back to a main road.

“You stopped Sergeant Barnes from killing us. Why?” Howard breaks the silence after a while. “Why? Aren't you with HYDRA as well?”

Why did you? You just had a feeling? Because you could smell something on him? You don't even know what it is.

“I- I don't know,” your brows pinch together as you wait for them to catch up to you. There’s headlights heading towards your group, and you step into the street with arms raised. The car pulled to a stop, and you ran to the driver's side. “please, my - they - uh, they need help. There was an accident. Can you take them to the nearest hospital? Please.”

The man behind the wheel relents, and you help Howard and Maria into the back of the car, shutting the door behind them. When you step back and walk away, a voice calls out to you.

“Wait, aren’t you coming?” Maria has a look of worry on her face, and when you go to tell her no, tears gather at her waterline, and you sigh.

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You sat in the ER waiting room, Howard had been checked out and sat with you while he waited for his wife. His arm was in a sling, suit jacket long forgotten and slung over your shoulders. His face was cleaned up only slightly, small amounts of blood under his nose remained, but at least it wasn’t broken anymore. There’s a dark bruise forming on the side of his face where it met the steering wheel, his brows pinch together as he studies you, hazel eyes flicking around your face.

“I never did get your name,” Howard says quietly, fingers fiddling with the strap of the sling around his other arm. You hum softly, tugging his jacket tighter around you. It smelled like him, and Maria. But there was just something else there, hidden in the fabrics of the jacket you couldn’t put your finger on.

A young man comes barreling into the ER waiting room, skidding to a stop and heaving gulps of air as he spins around frantically. His dark brown hair is a poofy mess on his head, like he’s been pulling at the roots. The dark red hoodie he wears has the sleeves pulled up over his elbows, and dark gray baggy sweats sit low on his hips. Howard also notices the young man and goes to stand, but lets out a grunt of pain, and you shoot up to help him stand. He puts his uninjured arm over your shoulders, you place a hand on his ribs, he takes a limping step forward, and you guide him.

“Tony,” Howard calls out, a little strained. The man - Tony - whirls around at Howard’s voice, and his eyes go wide as he rushes toward you both. “My son, Tony,” Howard says to you, and you nod. Tony comes to a stop in front of his father, and you let him go to take a step back. Tony is tall, not as tall as Howard, and they both tower over you.

“Dad, what the hell?” Tony says in a panic. He takes in the sight of Howard, reaching his hands out when Howard staggers a little. “What the hell happened? Where’s mom?” He cranes his neck to look around the waiting room, and his eyes find you, eyes narrowing slightly, “who is this?”

Howard places a hand on his son's shoulder, calming him with a quiet hush, “she sav - helped your mother and I. There was an accident,” he pats Tony's shoulder and speaks over his protest, “we're fine, just a few scraps and bruises. Really.” A minute later, Maria is wheeled out, her wrist has a brace on it and the gash on her forehead has a few stitches, but she looks a lot better than she did when you arrived. You sigh in relief.

“Tony,” Maria sounds relieved, “oh my boy,” There's tears welling up in her eyes as her son rushes to her side, helping her out of the wheelchair and hugging her carefully.

When Howard makes his way to his family, you feel an ache in your chest. Sure, you're happy they're together, and you did what you could. But you miss your family, miss your brothers, and maybe you miss Bucky as well.

You slip the jacket off your shoulders and drape it over a chair, and make your way towards the exit. There's nothing left here for you now. Might as well find somewhere to lay low for a while. Outside there’s a well-dressed man leaning against an expensive looking town car.

“Hey? Hey!” A voice calls out behind you, and when you turn to it, it’s Tony rushing towards you, “wait, please.” He stops in front of you, heaving a sigh and running a hand through his hair. “I just uh, I wanted to thank you. For helping my mom. And my uh, my dad,” he rubs the back of his neck. “so, thanks. Really,” he sticks his hand out, "I'm Tony, by the way.”

You look from his face, to his hand, and back again. “I'm… I-“ your brows pull together. Why couldn’t you remember your name? The only word that comes to mind is the one HYDRA gave you. And you can’t tell Tony your name means mutt. You let a whine escape your mouth when you can’t think of anything, a tear escaping your eye as it slides down your cheek.

“Oh God, don’t cry, miss, I’m sorry!” Tony places his hands on your shoulders when you almost crumple in on yourself. He brings you a little closer when you let out a sob, and you cling onto the front of Tony’s hoodie. He has one arm slung around your shoulders, and the other hesitantly pats your head, trying to be soothing. You take a deep inhale, and you freeze. Something in you seems to right itself, like everything was only ever leading to this moment, and you lean your head back to look up at Tony’s worried face.

He smells like everything right, like sunshine after it’s rained forever. It’s the scent you couldn’t place on Howard and Maria. It makes your heart stutter and your stomach fuzzy. Everything is warm, and it overtakes you, moving up your chest to your face. He smells like home. And you haven’t had somewhere to call home in so long. The ache almost overwhelms you.

His brown eyes scan your face, and he brings his hand up to wipe away a few tears. His finger tips leave a trail of sparks in their wake as they move along your face. Did he feel it, too? Tony’s lips part slightly in surprise, and his eyes seem to light up when he drags his eyes to yours. Those pouty pink lips curve up at the edges, and he's looking at you like you're not real.

“You,” you breathe out, “you're mine.” It’s whispered into the space between you, and Tony leans his forehead against yours. Your fingers tighten into his hoodie, and he hums.

“What is this? Why does it feel like,” Tony brings a hand up to rest over your heart. He squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head, his nose brushing against yours. “like everything suddenly…”

“Like it all makes sense now?” You ask, heart leaping into your throat when he hums again as his nose brushes against your cheek, and he grins.

“You smell like flowers.”

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huffelpuff210 · 10 months ago

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justfandomwritings · 4 years ago

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By The Norns (Part One - Soulmate!Loki)

Pairing: Loki x Reader, Soulmates AU

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Nobody was harmed in any way in the making of this story... but there was some arson.

Summary: She wasn’t a goddess. She wasn’t even an elf or a dwarf. She was a mortal, a Midgardian, a human. To Odin, she was a curse. To Loki, she was a second chance.

Notes: Don’t worry. Despite what the chapter and the description may make you think anyone whose read my stories before will know I am not a fan of soulmate aus that take away the character’s choice. This chapter is set up. Stick with me on this. I promise. Posted in honor of @muna1412 being very excited at the prospect of another soulmate au.

This is not related to Loyalty in any way... I just have an unhealthy obsession with Soulmate aus.

Fate was a funny, fickle thing. Loki knew that much. After all, he’d met her.

Them, to be more precise. The Norns.

Urdr, Skuld, and Verdandi were their names: Past, Present, and Future, as they should be known.

It was they who watered the tree, and they who grew its leaves. The task fell to the Norns to write, shape, create, and control the fate of every being under the branches of Yggdrasil.

A poor, dwarven craftsman working on the surface of Nidavellir, a beautiful, golden elf living on a hill in Alfheim, a meager, puny human scurrying around the surface of Midgard. It was they who made the dwarf rich, who killed the elf in his sleep, who let the human sow the land. They did not exchange the gold; they did not wield the dagger; they did not draw the plow. But it was by their hand, by their grace and mercy, that the worlds turned, that life waxed and waned, that the Realms drew breath.

Every birth was through their will. Every death was by their hand, and everything in between was because they decided it would be so.

All fell under the gaze of the Norns. The kitchen cook, Andhrimnir, who served the Aesir’s table at night, owed everything to the Norns. They allowed his birth into Asgard. They raised him above the station of a lowly tavern boy. They gifted him the family he cradled so dearly to his chest.

Odin, King of the Nine Realms, Protector of Asgard, owed everything to the Norns. He was born by their choice. He survived a thousand battles because they said he would do so. He married Frigga because they put her on his path. His sons…

Well, one of his sons.

Loki knew the exact moment Odin stopped looking at him as a son, the exact moment Odin chose Thor over him, the exact moment Odin turned his back on him, the exact moment his father marked him disappointment.

It was, like all things, the doing of the Fates. The Norns.

Fates were theirs to command from the highest branches of Yggdrasil down to its very roots. From king to beggar, slave to master, aristocrat to pauper, farmer to merchant, sailor to soldier. From Loki to her. She was their doing.

Love was an inevitable part of life. Not even the Norns, with all of the power of the gods and then some, could stop that. Humans, Aesir, Elves, Vanir, the sentient beings of the Nine Realms felt an overwhelming urge towards emotion, and one of the strongest, one of the most inevitable, was love.

They couldn’t stop it, but they could direct it.

It fell under the purview of Fate to decide who one loved. People, god and mortal alike, fell in and out of love all the time.

Sometimes, though, every now and then, the Norns would reach down and touch two beings. The Norns would take two souls in two bodies and braid them together, weave them together, mold them together, as if they were one.

Those who knew magic well, those like Loki, could see them, watch them, doing this.

They could see Urdr floating, invisible amongst them, deciding the pair. They could see Skuld, plucking up their souls. They could see Verdandi tying them together.

Loki watched them when they took his soul.

“Mother, Mother,” Loki tugged on his other’s silk skirts and pointed up into the rafters of the Grand Hall. “What’s that?”

Frigga followed her son’s gaze and gasped. Magic was not her proficiency, though what little she had she wielded well. She had enough to see the Norns, floating ghostlike in the air over her younger son. She had enough to see his soul in their hands, and another at their side.

In the old days, before that fateful night, it was considered an honor to be chosen by the Norns. It was a guarantee of a great, powerful destiny in the future. It was a promise of passion, understanding, and respect on the horizon. It was the mark of one who would know true love.

The Midgardians called them soulmates. The Aesir called them the destined.

“The Norns have touched Loki,” Frigga whispered to Odin at her side. “They are gifting him a match.”

“With who?” Odin asked because he could not see them for himself.

Frigga squinted in the direction of the apparitions tying together Loki’s future. “I cannot tell. She appears to be…” Frigga’s eyes whipped around to Odin, “Midgardian.”

Odin turned up his nose and sniffed.

Midgard. The word, the world, that had sentenced Loki to a lifetime of second best.

His ‘destined’, his ‘soulmate’, his curse.

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It was centuries before the soul tied to Loki’s found the body it would spend its own life in.

(Y/n), her parents named her.

They weren’t sure why they named her that. When asked, they said they saw the name once in a book. Or was it on the tv? Or in a dream?

Neither could really remember. All they knew was that, as she grew, the name suited her perfectly. Almost as if fate itself had chosen it for her.

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For centuries, millennia even, her soul had been lingering on the edges of reality, existing but not quite feeling. She floated through time and space, following the ties that bound her to existence, waiting.

By the time her soul entered her body on Earth, she had existed longer than any other Midgardian ever had or would in all of history. She had lingered for years just out of reach of one of the most powerful beings on Asgard, her soulmate. Lifetimes had passed her by in the blink of an eye, and though she didn’t remember any of them, they remembered her.

Her soul hovered above its mate, basking in the magic that dissipated into the air around him like smoke. She breathed it in, soaked it in, drew it in.

In many ways, even subconsciously, she showed her age, her mate.

Even as a baby, she never woke her mother up screaming, to the jealousy of her mom’s friends. She was the model toddler, even through her terrible twos. She almost never cried and rarely threw temper tantrums. They called her a prodigy when she started speaking in full sentences before time doctors even expected her to be learning her first words, and they called her a genius when she learned to read full children’s books while other kids were still struggling through their first alphabet flashcards. Even though she ran around playing in the mud or splashing in puddles, somehow her clothes were always pristine. She taught herself faster than the teachers could and skipped two grades in elementary school alone. She was suspiciously charismatic for such a little girl and made, literally, hundreds of dollars off her lemonade stand. She listened to a family speaking another language in the store once and ran up to them to answer a question they had; when her parents asked her how she’d learned to understand or say that in another language, she had no idea what they were talking about and seemingly hadn’t even realized she’d done it.

And yet there were other things, darker things.

When she was born, the nurses didn’t question the little shock of static that jolted through them as they held her. No one commented how, in the right light, the baby’s eyes could look terrifyingly aware. She lied as easily as she breathed and almost never got caught. A girl made fun of her friend's hair once at school, and that night ended up being rushed to the hospital by her parents with all the signs of a heart attack in a five year old child. She liked having things her way, and even when her parents refused her, they always found themselves oddly compelled to do whatever it was anyways. She had an affinity for snakes that often found her letting them in the house. The pranks she pulled on her little brother sometimes got out of hand and often resulted in loud crashes and screams, though by the time any adult arrived nothing ever seemed broken. Her father used to joke that she must be some kind of shape shifter because he swore that, from day to day, her eye would change their color. Sometimes, when he looked in them, he swore they weren’t his daughters, but when he blinked and looked back they always returned to normal.

Most of it was written off as the simple oddities of a child or exaggerations of first time parents.

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Superheroes did not exist when (Y/n) was a child.

It would be another decade before Tony Stark would stand on a stage and proclaim before the world, “I am Iron Man.” It would be even longer still before Peter Parker would put on a red and blue jumpsuit and call himself, ‘Spiderman’. Bruce Banner hadn’t even begun his research into the serum that would be his ultimate undoing. Dr. Stephen Strange was finishing up med school. Thor hadn’t made his presence known. Wanda had just been born. Hawkeye and Black Widow were still assassins working in the shadows. No one outside Wakanda had ever heard of the Black Panther. Vision hadn’t been built yet, and Captain America had been dead for decades.

Even if they did exist, it wouldn’t have helped (Y/n). Most of them weren’t born super. Most of them became so by lab experiments or radioactive insects or training or technology.

In the world (Y/n) grew up in, there were no superheroes. And if there were no superheroes... then what was she?

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She was 12.

It was her big day.

Not her birthday, she didn’t particularly care about birthdays. Something about them just felt off to her. When she turned 11, she asked her mom if she could have two of those candles that were shaped like the actual numbers, and she’d put them pressed against each other on top of the cake. She ran around all day telling everyone she was 1,111. Some people laughed, but mostly to humor her.

That was why she hadn’t had a birthday party when she turned 12. She didn’t like people fake laughing. It felt like lying. She didn’t particularly mind lying herself, but she hated thinking that people were lying to her. Especially because she could always tell when they were.

No, instead, she had this. The Science Fair.

She’d won first prize the night before. She knew she had because one of the judges had told her she’d won.

That morning, they would be handing out the awards, and she was so excited for everyone else to know the secret, to know that she was the best, even better than the older kids in her class.

The judges were walking up on stage, and any moment, once they got past the category winners they were going to call her name.

“In third place we have Jesse Martin with his project in the biology category!”

A cheer went up that, judging by the pitch, absolutely must have been from Jesse’s mom. The other parents in the room clapped while Jesse ran towards the stage, turning red in the cheeks from his family’s overzealous encouragement.

“Congratulations, son,” the Dean smiled as he bent down to shake the boy’s hand. The mike picked up a small bit of Jesse’s anxious thanks before he ran to join the line of winners.

“And in second place we have, (Y/n)! With her wonderful….”

Second place.

But Mr. Sellers, the science teacher had told her she won.

Was he lying? Did he honestly think second place was winning? Was he just saying that to shut her up? Or was he being mean? Did he want to laugh at her when his real favorite won?

The parents were cheering her, including her own. Her father was nudging her towards the stage, but she didn’t at all appreciate the gesture.

No. They told her she was going to win.

Her face screwed up in pain, and she balled her hands into fists.

At the back of the room something exploded.

A scream went out.

“Fire!” Someone shouted. “Fire!”

The poster boards up and down the hall were catching fire. It jumped easily from paper to paper. It didn’t help that there was no smoke, for some odd reason. That the sprinklers, that the fire alarm, didn’t turn on.

Someone grabbed (Y/n) by the waist. Her father no doubt.

(Y/n) barely noticed. She was still upset staring at the trophy on the stage over his shoulder.

Slowly, before her eyes, it began to melt.

She smiled. Good. If she couldn’t have it, no one could.

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“She caused the fire.” He whispered, staring down at the floor in front of him with glassy eyes.

“Wayne, that’s crazy; you know it is.”

“I saw it with my own eyes, Elle. She clenched her first and suddenly Christina Danvers poster exploded. She gets second, and the first place project explodes the moment she throws a fit?”

“Our daughter doesn’t throw fits.”

“Not normally, but she did today. She was about to, and then everything caught fire.”

“Wayne, you can’t be serious about this right now.”

“She was smiling.” He whispered. “When everything burned down, she was smiling.”

(Y/n) listened silently from the hallway as her parents talked.

She loved to eavesdrop on her parents late night. They never knew she was there. It was another one of those odd coincidences of her life that (Y/n) was the only person in the house who never made the steps creak when she walked up and down the stairs.

She was old enough to know what they were saying, what they were implying. It should’ve bothered her more than it did.

(Y/n) walked back upstairs, silent as the grave, and opened her closet.

She needed the duffle bag her father kept tucked away in the top of her closet, but she was nowhere near tall enough to reach it. As the door slid open, the bag teetered on the edge of the wire shelf and fell to the floor.

“How convenient,” (Y/n) mumbled to herself.

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“Hey Kid,” The man shouted at her out the window of his semi-truck. “What’re you doin’ out here at night? It ain’t safe!”

(Y/n) shrugged. “Not safe at home either.”

The man gave her an understanding look.

(Y/n) watched him carefully as he opened the door of his rig and offered her a hand.

Her mother had always told her not to talk to strangers, but (Y/n) had found she could always tell what people wanted. Besides, she was pretty sure she was a greater danger to them than they were to her.

“Where ya’ headed?” The man asked.

“West.”

“I can take ya’ as far as Texas.” He offered.

(Y/n) hopped off the curb and grabbed the man’s offered hand, hauling herself up into the passenger seat.

She didn’t know where she was going or why she was going there. But something inside of her told her she had somewhere to be.

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Next Time On.... Part Two

Thank you very much for reading! I hope you all enjoyed. I have just come back from a hiatus and a great deal of why I went on said hiatus was the stress of managing ‘added features’ for lack of a better expression. I like writing. I don’t like formatting or managing the blog side of things.

As such, no taglists. Please don’t ask me to be on a taglist. Keeping track of it stresses me out too much. I don’t feel like doing it. I don’t appreciate being pressured into doing it. In the olden days of tumblr, people used to follow each other, and I promise you that feature still works. If you follow me you will see part two when it’s posted.

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buckybarnesbingo · 4 years ago

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BBB Week 6 Roundup!

Little bit late, Mod Meg was on vacay over the weekend.

Title: Cute Quaterbacks Collaborator(s): Tori/samandbucky Link: AO3 Square: B4 - Sharing Clothes Rating: Teen Ship(s): Steve/Tony Major tags/warnings: AU, School, Fake Relationship, Protective!Bucky Summary: Steve and Bucky grew up as childhood best friends and are now roommates in college. Bucky dares Steve to bring a date to one of his upcoming football games after Steve suggests he could date anyone he wanted to. Enter Tony Stark. Word count: 1767

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Title: The Curse Collaborator(s): Tori/samandbucky Link: AO3 Square: K4 - Kiss Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Clint Major tags/warnings: Fluff, Established Relationship, Magic, Curses Summary: Clint gets hit during an alien attack with some dark magic, Bucky and Steve can't wake him, so they go to the only person they know who can undo the curse: Stephen Strange. Word count: 1364

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Title: A Regular Harry Houdini Collaborator(s): Bird Link: AO3 Square: K4 - Prisoners/Captives Together Rating: Teen Ship(s): Sam/Bucky Major tags/warnings: Minor Episode 5 Spoilers, Post-The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Captured, First Kiss Summary: “You know, if Steve kissed me in the middle of an escape attempt, he would bring it up after,” Sam said. “I thought we weren’t talking about Steve,” Bucky grunted, closing his eyes. “I’m going to take a nap.” “I can’t believe you’re pretending to take a nap right now.” “I’m 106, Sam. I’m allowed to fall asleep whenever I want.” Word count: 1365

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Title: K5 Card B096 Soulbond Collaborator(s): Rufferto Link: Tumblr Square: K5 - High Fantasy, Curses, Shiny Sword Steve Rating: Teen Ship(s): Stucky Major tags/warnings: Fantasy Warrior Bucky, Curses, Art, Sword Steve Summary: When Bucky went off to war Steve was cursed into a sword. Bucky managed to find him because they share a bond but he's cursed. Bucky now carries Steve into battle wherever he goes looking for a way to have Steve at his side again. This was done on Hot Press Water Color Paper with Windsor & Newton and Arteza paints. I don’t much like the scan, there’s something always lost when a watercolor image is scanned but I will try some other time to get a better photo of it. Word count: none it is art.

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Title: Benevolent Overlord Collaborator(s): IndigoNight Link: AO3 Square: K1 - Bucky Bear Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers Major tags/warnings: Fluff, PTSD, Codependency, Alpine the Cat Summary: “Hi,” Bucky says, wincing a little at how hoarse and rough his voice sounds from disuse. The kitten just hisses at him again, huge green eyes narrowed into slits. “Yeah, I get it,” he agrees with a grimace and a commiserating nod. Word count: 4921

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Title: I'm James Buchanan Barnes Collaborator(s): e_hytes Link: Tumblr Square: C2 - Art Style: Black and White Rating: Gen Ship(s): No pairing/ship Major tags/warnings: #buckybarnes #wintersoldier #jamesbuchananbarnes #mcu Summary: A drawing of Bucky/Winter Soldier black and white Word count: N/A

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Title: Someone Like You Collaborator(s): Nicnac Link: AO3 Square: C4 - Prison Rating: Mature Ship(s): Bucky/Reader Major tags/warnings: Enemies, Uneasy Allies, Hydra Agent Reader, Negotiations Summary: Taken from their SHIELD prison cell, the reader finds themself alone with The Winter Soldier negotiating for their life. Word count: 2693

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Title: Sambucky Incorrect Quotes Collaborator(s): snowstark Link: Tumblr Square: U2 - Partner-In-Crime Rating: Teen Ship(s): Sam/Bucky Major tags/warnings: Enemies to lovers vibe, Humour Summary: “Bucky, we tried things your way already.” “No we didn’t.” “I did it in my head and it didn’t work.” Word count: N/A

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Title: darling, you’re the one i want in paper rings Collaborator(s): cyanica Link: AO3 Square: C5 - teasing Rating: Gen Ship(s): steve/bucky Major tags/warnings: first time, demisexuality, period-typical homophobia, fluff, friends to lovers Summary: "Okay, I don't know why I’ve never – you know!” Bucky said after a moment, a soft laugh spilling from his lips – something so genuine and bashful, that Steve wasn’t so sure what to make of. “You're just – you're the only one I've ever had eyes for. You're the only one I’ve ever wanted.” Or, whatever deity had constructed the fragmented pieces of their souls together, they were made of the same smithereens, and Steve was sure he had known that as a child, holding Bucky’s slightly larger hand and accepting that they were of the same love, without even knowing what such a concept was. Word count: 1630

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Title: Unexpected Alliances - Chapter 4 Collaborator(s): PoliZ Link: AO3 Square: C5 - Lending a Hand Rating: Mature Ship(s): Stucky Major tags/warnings: Fantasy AU, enemies to friends/lovers, referenced/implied torture Summary: Buckthorn’s refusal to use his fae magic to support his captor’s cause has left him battered and broken; when he is given a dangerous shifter as his cellmate, they overcome their differences to become allies and perhaps something more. Chapter 4: Upon reaching the shifters’ camp, Buckthorn meets another of Stephen’s companions who seems to have a chip on his shoulder when it comes to fae folk. Word count: 1034

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Title: A Story Told in Flesh, Chapter 3: Together In Dreams Collaborator(s): ChrissiHR Link: AO3 Square: B2 - Rocket Racoon Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Bucky x Darcy x Steve Major tags/warnings: Big Swingin’ Dick!Steve, smut, nsfw, dream sex, sex positive Summary: Bucky and Darcy get massages and discuss Aesir medical treatments; Darcy has an erotic dream about Bucky & Steve. Word count: 1270

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Title: Written In The Scars (On My Heart) Collaborator(s): IndigoNight Link: AO3 Square: K5 - Just Do It Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Major tags/warnings: Past Rape/Non-con, In Heat (but not A/B/O) Masturbation, Sex Toys, Mildly Dubious Consent, Body Worship, Self Body Worship, Rimming, Fuck Or Die (sort of), Porn with Feelings, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, PTSD, Inability to Orgasm, Body Image, Reference to Past Medical Experimentation, Self-Lubrication, Touch-Starved, Touch-Averse Summary: He swallows hard, struggling with himself one last time and losing. “I need your help,” he manages to whisper, voice cracking. The air in the room immediately changes. The wound up tension drains out of Steve, his posture and voice going soft. “Sure, Buck,” he says, cautiously moving back toward him. Bucky can’t move, his arms locked tight around his knees, and he can’t lift his gaze higher than Steve’s knees either. Steve pauses when he’s still a few feet away, squatting down and angling his head in an effort to see Bucky’s face through the curtain of his hair. “Anything. What do you need?” It’s everything Bucky can do to hold still, every cell in his body vibrating with the need to throw himself into Steve’s arms. He opens his mouth, but his throat sticks and he has to swallow again before he can force the words out. Slowly, by sheer force of will, he drags his gaze up to meet Steve’s eyes. “I need you to fuck me.” Word count: 41k

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Title: Acceptance is the first part of Healing Collaborator(s): Laevateinn Link: AO3 Square: C4 - Denial Rating: Teen Ship(s): N/A Major tags/warnings: 1e3 : Power Broker, TFATWS coda, TW for : implied sexual abuse/assault, dissociation, PTSD, flashbacks, Angst, hopeful(ish) ending Summary: "You good ?" Wilson asks him, after he fought against eight men. "You okay ?" Wilson asks him, when they get to Sharon’s house. "You hurt ?" Wilson asks him, when they get out of the car. Yes, Wilson. All good. Now if the guy could shut up and carry on, that'd be great. Why would he be "not fine" anyway ? It's not as if anything that happened that day hasn't happened before. Word count: 906

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Title: The Maze Stumbler (Moodboard) Collaborator(s): Turtles Link: Tumblr Square: B3 - Labyrinth Rating: Teen Ship(s): Darcy Lewis & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Major tags/warnings: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Thor, Cocktail, Labyrinth Summary: Something, something, Thor spikes the punch at the party and they all decide to re enact the Maze Runner… or something like that. Sam and Bucky wake up in the middle of a maze, nothing but Darcy’s voice in their ear giving them directions and critiquing their methodology Word count: N/A

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Title: The Maze Stumbler (Fic) Collaborator(s): Turtles Link: AO3 Square: C1 - Stranded Rating: Teen Ship(s): Darcy Lewis & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Major tags/warnings: Thor's Asgardian Booze, a labyrinth, Dubious Timeline, Everybody Lives, Crack Summary: Don’t drink Thor’s Asgardian booze. Ever. Word count: 1657

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Title: 5 Times Steve Received Plums from Natasha or Sam and the 1 Time Steve Realized the Plums weren’t from Them Collaborator(s): Girl_Back_There Link: AO3 Square: K5 - Bucky/Steve Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Steve Major tags/warnings: 5 + 1, Bucky and his Plums, Angst and Feels, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug Summary: Steve keeps finding plums in his hotel rooms or his bag. He thinks it is Natasha or Sam trying to be a good friend by making sure he is eating and keeping up his energy in the search for Bucky. Each plum he finds reminds him of Bucky growing up in pre-WWII New York. The times they would give each other a plum as a way of saying “I’m sorry” or “I love you.” Word count: 2998

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Title: Faith and Desire and the Swing of Your Hips Collaborator(s): IndigoNight Link: AO3 Square: U2 - French Kiss Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Major tags/warnings: Crossdressing, Nonbinary Steve Rogers, Oral Sex, Body Dysphoria, Gender Exploration, Supportive Flirting Summary: “You look gorgeous, doll,” he drawls, dragging up as much of old Brooklyn as he can to infuse into the words. Steve startles, even though the doorway and Bucky in it are clearly reflected behind him in the mirror. Steve’s eyes flick to him and away again, his face going pink from the tips of his ears and spreading all the way down to his chest. He fidgets with his skirt, hands smoothing over the folds of it self consciously. “It looks a little silly,” he mutters, chewing on his already chapped lower lip. Word count: 5470

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Title: Stay Collaborator(s): Bird/plutosrose Link: AO3 Square: C3 - Free Square Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Sam/Bucky Major tags/warnings: Post-Canon, First Time Summary: “So, are you keeping the outfit?” Word count: 1919

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Title: It's Not a Miracle You Need Collaborator(s): UisceOneLove Link: AO3 Square: Y3 - At a Crossroads Rating: Teen Ship(s): James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Major tags/warnings: Post-Endgame, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hopeful Ending Summary: Sitting out on the dock of Tony's lakehouse while the others slept, Steve thought about where he was expected to go from here. It's a good thing Bucky's around to help him see where that can be. Word count: 1584

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Guiding Light (10)

summary: It was supposed to be a simple mission. Get the intel and go home. Until everything goes wrong and you’re taken captive by Hydra and now, Bucky can’t breathe without you. Not until he brings you home. If he even can. pairing: bucky x reader chapter word count: 10.6k (oops) warnings: angst™, PTSD symptoms (dissociative episode), FLUFF?? 🖤series masterlist // series playlist

Someone asked you a question but you couldn’t quite hear it over the buzzing in your ears.

Bucky’s hand gripped tightly in yours was the only constant keeping you from spinning. A soft squeeze every few seconds, reminding you that you weren’t dreaming, that this wasn’t some kind of sick ploy by Hydra to keep you compliant or submissive. It reminded you that it was really Bucky under your touch, Bucky who’s gentle reassuring smiles flash in your direction and Bucky who’s thumb traced over the back of your hand when he noticed the beep of the heart monitor tick faster for even a second too long.

You swallowed thickly, keeping your eyes trained on the end of your cot because there were too many people in the room, more people than you’d been around in months, and while they were all people you loved, it was taking all of your energy to keep steady breaths.

A squeeze in your hand and you turned to your right. Bucky offered you a reassuring smile, gentle and kind, and the blue of his eyes eased the tension in your chest. You nodded, drawing in a deep breath as you turned back to the team.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

Tony tucked his hands into his pockets, shrugging off your apology. He exchanged a glance with Steve cautiously before he spoke again. “Because of the, um, circumstances of the last video, we’ll need to ask you some questions to confirm you are who you say you are.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, glaring at Tony. Clearly, that wasn’t how he worded it the first time. “Cho already cleared her, Stark, and she’s barely even been conscious for a few hours. We don’t have to put her through that again.”

Tony clenched his jaw. He was about as happy about asking the questions as Bucky was hearing it. “Helen only cleared her physically. Shifters can be incredibly deceptive. They can take on scars and superficial markings, but they don’t replicate memories. We haven’t had a chance to talk to her until now and it’s the only way to prove she’s our Y/n.”

Bucky shook his head gritting his teeth and you watched as anger fumed from the red in his cheeks.

“I’m not going to interrogate her, Barnes,” Tony pressed, offering you a tight smile, “we just have to be sure. After what happened... you of all people should want that.”

Bucky’s eyes snapped up to Tony and he nearly jumped up from his seat next to your bed to lunge at Tony if it wasn’t for your gentle tug on his hand. He turned back to you, slowly, and you nodded at him, curving the edges of your lips to a smile despite the ache in your cheeks.

You couldn’t help but wonder what Tony meant by that, what had happened to Bucky in the months he believed you to be dead, but you pushed it from your mind. A steady breath in and you straightened your spine.

“I'll do it,” you said, willing your voice less nervous than you felt. “I don’t mind.”

Tony smiled in relief. He gripped at the plastic railing at the end of the cot before he glanced back up at you. “They’ll be personal questions. Stuff only you would know.”

“Okay,” you responded and Bucky’s hand squeezed yours. You didn’t notice the beep of the heart monitor increase.

To your surprise, Tony stepped back against the wall, and it was Natasha that stepped forward. She brushed past Tony, giving Steve a subtle nod as he touched her shoulder encouragingly, before she took a seat on the edge of the bed. One leg handing off the side and the other tucked up under her lap, she exhaled a heavy breath.

She hadn’t let herself believe it was you, you realized. Her face was too cold, too numbed. Your best friend who had been nothing but impenetrably strong in all the years you’d known her and she was crumbling behind deteriorating walls and cracks in her defenses.

“Our first mission together,” she started, voice low, calculating, “you trusted me when no one else did; when the others were calling me a soviet spy behind my back and speculating about the red in my ledger. Why?”

You bit your lower lip between your teeth, thinking back to the mission in Boston, where you stood with her on the corner of Bay State and Raleigh, waiting for your mark to emerge from a brownstone apartment overlooking the Charles River. She was uneasy, putting too much distance between you because she had spent years as a single operative and wasn’t used to working on a team, wasn’t used to the prospect of trust.

One of the agents had forgotten to turn off his com and a snide joke about her past echoed through the speakers, enough to make her cringe, and you hadn’t even taken an extra breath before you’d ripped the agent a new one from where you stood halfway across the city, listing his own mistakes in the field and reminding him swiftly that Natasha Romanoff displayed more bravery in the choice to defect to SHIELD after what she’d been through than he had in his entire career. He shut up after that.

You smiled softly, remembering the cool breeze and the sound of traffic and chatter passing by, as she hesitantly asked why you trusted her so much.

“It was Barton,” you replied, confident, the conversation you had with her clearly coming back to you. “He made a call, chose to stake his career at SHIELD on it because he knew there was more to you than what he’d been told, that you had the potential to be more, greater, than what the red room made you. A call like that? It wasn’t one I planned on disregarding lightly and once we met, you gave me no reason to prove him wrong.”

Natasha grinned at you, almost in a laugh, like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She brushed the tears from her eyes.

“I think I said something to that effect,” you shrugged, lips pulling up in a tight laugh as Nat squeezed your free hand. She turned back to Tony with a nod, her signal of approval, and you felt Bucky’s grip tighten on your hand for a brief moment. You met his eye and he smiled softly at you, proud.

“Guess I'm up,” Sam said as he stepped forward. He stood at the edge of the bed with his arms crossed over his chest. You looked up at him, feeling a little more confident now that you’d passed Nat’s test and she was standing in the corner, giving you a short thumbs up and a reassuring smile when you glanced in her direction.

Through narrowed eyes, hardened features, he studied you for a moment before he spoke and you felt a sudden rush of nerves up your spine. You’d never been on the receiving end of anything other than light hearted jokes and cheesy smiles from Sam, so seeing him like this, wearing a scowl and a clench in his jaw, unnerved you.

He leaned in, eyeing you up before he asked in a slow, deep voice, “What’s my favorite ice cream flavor?”

Tony rolled his eyes as Sam’s lips curved up into a huge smile. Bright and bold and covering half his face, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hey, listen, only Y/n would know, right? She’s in charge of ice cream nights. We’re all aware of that, yes?” Sam defended himself, sending you a wink.

“Ben and Jerry’s Chunky Monkey,” you replied easily without skipping a beat, “with chocolate syrup and m&m’s sprinkled on top.”

“It’s like he’s a twelve year old boy,” Tony scoffed, but Sam ignored him; all smiles and giving you a nod of approval.

“She’s clear in my book,” Sam stated walking back to his corner of the room and nestling against the wall. You watched him with a grin on your face, feeling light and at ease for the first time in months. He winked again and you only smiled wider.

But then Steve came forward. He wore a stern expression, one of a solemn nature too, and it wiped the smile from your face quickly.

“Three years ago, you were on a reconnaissance mission in Guatemala,” Steve began, giving no time for short introductions or greetings. He needed to get this over with you realized quickly, so you nodded, following his timeline. “I contacted you through the secure line with a code phrase that signaled you to return home at your first availability. What was the code word?”

You blinked a few times, mouth agape. Your mind was a blank slate.

“Steve,” Bucky warned, “those codes change every mission. No one should be expected to remember that.”

“Y/n would,” Steve argued, staring at you and you felt unsettled under his gaze.

You tried to rack your brain, thinking back to the details of the mission the best you could. You had been tailing a Russian operative for weeks by the time you got the call from Steve, that much you remembered. He was a guy by the name of Alexi Chekov, a soviet agent sent to make a deal with an organized crime syndicate in Villa Nueva.

“It was, um,” you started, hoping the answer would fall from your lips as you went, but still nothing. Steve exchanged a worried look with Tony and Bucky gritted at his teeth.

“This can’t be necessary, Steve,” Bucky urged as he noticed the way your eyes were darting at the foot of your bed, hand gripping his tightly, the steady beep of your heart rate upon the monitor increasing. “We know it’s her. Just look at her!”

“All due respect, Buck, but we all watched our friend get shot in the head on live television,” Steve snapped, a surprising kind of anger in his voice. “As much as I want this to be real, and it feels pretty damn real, so did that video. I have to be sure that this isn’t the trick. I know for a fact that only our Y/n would know this so I... I need her to remember, Buck. I need this confirmation. You’ve got to understand that.”

Bucky held Steve’s gaze, challenging one another, until you spoke up again.

“Just give me a minute,” you requested softly, tugging on Bucky’s hand until he met your eye and you nodded at him, letting him know you were okay. You turned to Steve. “I’ll remember. My memories are just... messy right now. I need a minute.”

Steve nodded, stepping back to give you space.

As you thought back, you closed your eyes, trying to picture the mountains, the striking greenery, the heat and humidity on your skin. Sweat dripping off your shoulders and thick warm air in your lungs. You were never meant to engage with Chekov, only to observe, and you had been watching him from a table outside of a small café as he talked with a man at the end of a long alleyway.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket and it almost startled you because that phone never went off without urgent need. Keeping your eyes trained on Chekov, you had pulled the phone from your pocket, a single, secure line reflected on the caller ID, the only number with access to this phone and you answered. Steve’s voice on the other end and he spoke a single word.

What was it?

It wasn’t Pelican. That was the return home code from your mission in Paris with Barton.

Couldn’t be Delta or Binghamton. Those were too recent.

He’d used Cambridge, Havana, and Moscato when you’d been on missions with Bucky.

You groaned, teeth clenching as you searched through the back of your mind, and you could feel Bucky’s grip on your hand tighten. Your heart rate must have sky rocketed because he was starting to argue with Steve again, telling him to back off, to give you space.

“No, I can do this,” you insisted sternly, eyes still closed, and Bucky silenced immediately.

Your memories were distorted, that much you knew. The pieces of how you ended up back at the Avengers compound were lost on you so it was safe to assume Hydra had done something to mess with your memories. It effected your long term, too, it seemed.

But you were determined, needed to prove that you were exactly who you said you were because these people were your family and you needed them to trust you, needed to be able to trust them too, implicitly, because you’d been through too much already to have to survive it alone.

You let out a steady breath, putting yourself back at that café in Villa Nueva. The bitter taste of coffee on your tongue. The smell of fresh meats and spices in the air, and your stomach was growling, but there was no time for that as you watched Chekov exchange a handshake with the unknown man. Your memory brought you back to the phone call, the buzz in your pocket that made your heart jump, and you answered.

The codes all had meaning. They weren’t just made up words Steve would pick randomly out of a dictionary. He’d sit down with you before missions and make sure it was something you’d remember, something that would bring you home without hesitation. So, what was happening at home before you left?

Bucky.

Bucky was being pardoned by the president for crimes he’d committed under Hydra’s control. He was coming to live at the compound, a compromise set by the attorney general, but you’d be gone before he arrived. Steve had been worried about him, nervous about how the team would take to him and if he’d forgive himself for the first encounter he had with most of them while he'd been the soldier.

It always came back to Bucky.

A breath of relief, and you opened your eyes.

“Sergeant,” you answered, the code word coming back to you, and Steve exhaled a long held breath. He nodded, a smile tugging at his cheeks.

“I knew it,” he sighed as he allowed the stiffness in his shoulders to fall. “It's so good to have you home, Y/n.”

A tension quickly faded from the room.

“Tony, I think it’s your turn,” you offered, feeling a little more in control of your memories, but he held his hands up.

“I’ve got all the proof I need, kid.”

You turned to Bucky to find him smiling at you, proud, lips curved so subtly but enough for the blue in his eyes to soften to a gentle hue, something that made your stomach weak.

“What about you, Buck? I could list every song on the playlist I made you or tell you the first book I forced you read or the path around the compound we used to run or--”

“You’ve convinced me, doll,” Bucky interjected gently, his hand brushing over yours and tracing delicate patterns on your skin, “from the second I saw you. I’m good. You don’t have to prove anything to me.”

He brought your hand to his lips, kissed at your broken knuckles, and you watched him with awe. He'd never done something like that before, certainly not around others, not with that kind of ease and grace like he didn’t have even an ounce of hesitation. A tear slipped past your eye before you realized it, and Nat rushed forward, brushing it away and wrapping her arms around you in a tight embrace, though she was careful of the various scars on your body.

Steve and Sam laughed in the corner of the room while Tony observed from his quiet spot at the end of the bed. Bucky’s hand not leaving yours for even an instant. You had your family back and you couldn’t bring yourself to care about the gaps in your memories or the hell you’d endured in the last seven months.

***

Dr. Cho cleared you to leave the med bay a week later. Your body was stronger than they anticipated, displayed evidence that you’d been training and well fed in recent months, though you still couldn’t remember much of that.

It was harder than you thought to reacclimate to the compound. To get back to your normal life.

You found yourself unable to sleep on the soft surface of your bed, opting for the floor and sometimes finding yourself waking up to Bucky’s soft snores in the morning, realizing he had found his way from his own room to your floor at some point in the night. He was never far away, his hand only inches from yours like he had held it in his own in the middle of the night.

You had a hard time stomaching any of the food the team tried to prepare for you, even your old favorites, finding them too sweet, too potent; that in contrast to the stale bread you’d survived on for months, anything else was overwhelming to your senses. Natasha started making her homemade bread again and you started to reintroduce foods by adding a tablespoon of jam, or a slice of turkey breast, until eventually you could eat a sandwich without heaving it up an hour later.

The worst though, were the moments when you forgot where you were. When you woke up in the dead of night, screaming and shaking, believing you were back in that cell until Bucky rushed in, throwing on the lights, and holding you until you believed he was real. He’d whisper reassurances in your ear and hold you so tight against his chest, the compression alone was enough to pull your mind away from its haze. It never took him long to reach you and you started to wonder if he was sleeping on the floor outside your room. You’d found a pillow there one morning but lost the courage to ask him about it.

Some days, when you weren’t expecting it, you’d flinch violently away from any kind of touch, even when it came from Bucky, and he’d retreat with wide, fearful eyes. Embarrassment and shame would seep through you and he’d look down at his hand like he wanted to set it on fire for making you feel so afraid, if even for a moment.

Healing wasn’t easy and trauma wasn’t something you’d overcome in a week. Your memory was still in pieces and you couldn’t push past the lingering anxiety in the back of your chest, warning you that this wasn’t over, that you weren’t as safe as everyone thought.

***

Two months later and you were spending daily sessions in Dr. Cho’s office, attempting to piece your memory back together. While you had started to eat better, started to sleep through the night and in a bed, started to seek touch instead of run from it, you hadn’t made an ounce of progress with your memories.

They came in through blurry images, detached and unconnected, and you couldn’t stitch them together no matter how hard you tried. With no memories of an escape and only fragmented glimpses of the events following the final video recorded in your cell, you couldn’t help the useless feeling that burned in your chest every time Dr. Cho asked you a question about your captivity.

Bucky stayed out by the door as you asked him to, every session, acting as your protector and ready to ease you away from the distress the sessions caused you, because the not remembering was the worst of it. The idea that Hydra might have done things to you, things you couldn’t remember, was more terrifying than the few pieces you still had vivid images of.

Starving. The chair bolted at the center of the room. A man with a thick, angry scar down his face that carved through his clouded eye. A blonde woman with a camera. A lumpy mattress with sharp springs poking at you. The woman who wore your face. Blood stained red and dark upon the concrete. A second hostage, someone you had talked with, someone you felt a deep, unsettling grief for.

It was all your memory allowed for.

She had you writing in journals, hoping that it would bring something back to you, but no matter how many books you filled, you couldn’t seem to uncover anything from after the video shown in Times Square and even your time before that felt fragmented and distorted. It was chaos inside your head.

“Why don’t we end here for today,” Dr. Cho said softly and you realized she must have asked you another question. You glanced up at her from your stare on the wall and she was watching you under worried eyes, offering you a tight smile though you could see the lingering tension behind it.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled quickly, but Dr. Cho shook her head.

“No, no it’s alright, Y/n,” she replied, genuine, “it’ll come back. We just need to give it time. Try and let yourself heal in the meantime. These memories... they’ll be distressing when they return. You’ll want to be prepared when they do.”

You nodded slowly, feeling a little uneasy. Dr. Cho knocked on the door and Bucky stepped inside.

He smiled at you encouragingly, as he always did, and never asked about what you talked about in this room, knowing you’d tell him if you needed to and just thankful you were talking about it with someone, even if it wasn’t him. But your smile didn’t come as easy today and his hand snuck into yours and squeezed it, giving you a moment before he led you from the room.

He was so observant, so perceptive to your distress, and you wondered when he had learned to be so attuned to you; if it happened before you were taken or if he had committed to memory the second you returned. Regardless, as Dr. Cho left the room, he helped you back to your feet, even if you didn’t necessarily need the support.

“So, what do you want to do?” Bucky asked with a gentle smile as he led you out into the hallway, allowing your hand to slip away awkwardly. “We could make food and watch a movie? We never finished the series about that wizard kid you liked.”

How he managed to spark the light back into you after feeling trapped in darkness was beyond you.

“Harry Potter,” you confirmed with a laugh, nudging his shoulder as you walked beside him. His hand swayed at his hips and his knuckles brushed yours. You longed to pull his hand into yours again, but couldn’t find the courage, didn’t know if moments like that were reserved for hospital beds and I-almost-lost-you scares, not for walking down the hall in the open like you were.

“Right, Harry Potter,” he repeated, nodding in the memory. “We could try and get your muscles moving again? Maybe go to the gym but take it real easy? I know sitting around was hard for me after...”

He bit his lip, the smile faded from his face. He glanced over at you, nervous, but you met him with a soft, reassuring smile. He was offering you suggestions, giving you choices, in the way you had done for him when he first started getting used to the compound, from coming off the run and his imprisonment with Hydra. He understood that you weren’t used to having choices, that asking you something too broad would send you into overdrive. There were too many possibilities.

So, he offered you easy options. Movie or gym. Quick and easy. Simple. It gave you back a sense of control.

“The gym sounds nice, actually,” you replied, stretching your arm over your chest.

Bucky nodded, the smile returning to his face in a breath of relief. He paused at a doorway and you realized you had made it back to your room.

“I’m gonna run and change and I’ll meet you there?” he asked carefully.

You knew he was trying to give you space, to let you do things on your own, but it was hard for him, hard to be away from you for even a second because he might fall into a trap that convinced himself you weren’t really here and this had all been a dream. But he knew you needed to learn your independence again, so he was working on it. If you were honest, so were you.

You nodded in agreement and watched as Bucky quickly paced down the rest of the short hall and disappeared behind his bedroom door. It physically ached to be apart from him, like every time his back was to you the pain was being dragged away from him that day came rushing back. You tried to remind yourself that you’d see him again in a few minutes, that you wouldn’t be alone for long. It only seemed to ease you for a short while, but that was typically all you needed before he was by your side again.

With a heavy sigh, you pushed your way inside your room.

It wasn’t the first time you'd been in your bedroom since you’d been back, but it still disoriented you every time. It was odd, being back in this space, and having a drawer full of clothes to choose from. The fabric was soft under your fingertips and smelled of laundry detergent and florals. It was almost too sweet, the scent of it. It burned in your nose after spending so much time covered in filth and blood.

You changed quickly, throwing on a pair of leggings and a tank top to keep cool, and grabbed your sneakers from the space by the door. You froze as you picked them up, realizing they hadn’t moved since you’d tossed them off carelessly before your last mission with the team, the mission you were taken by Hydra.

A steady breath in and you tried to control the sudden surge of your heart rate. You focused on the feel of your clothes, the compression of the leggings, the cool air condition fanning down from the vent above, until you felt at ease again. You slipped the sneakers on and jogged your way to the gym, unable to be on your own any longer.

When you stepped into the gym, Bucky was leaning against the padded wall, waiting patiently for you. You waved at him as you jogged your way over, but his smile fell quickly to a frown as he pushed himself off the wall. Narrowing your eyes on him, you were about to ask what was wrong until you noticed the trail of his gaze over your arms.

Faded scars running against your skin like pieces of a mosaic, some sharp and short, others long and jagged, but far more than you ever had before Hydra. You realized suddenly that you’d been in nothing but long sleeves since you’d returned and Bucky hadn’t been exposed to the extent of your torture; torture you never talked about while he was in the room, even the small pieces you remembered, because you knew he’d commit it to memory and find a way to blame himself. He hadn’t even seen the full extent of the scars when you were unconscious in the med bay.

His hand slowly reached out, trembling, and it just barely graze the deepest cut on your left forearm, before he pulled away sharply. He couldn’t meet your eye.

“Bucky, I’m okay,” you urged, reaching towards him but he was too far out of your grasp, “they’ve healed. They don’t hurt anymore.”

“But they happened,” he countered, his voice low and aching.

“They did,” you replied, “and it was horrible and awful, the same way the scars on your shoulder are for you.”

You leaned forward, carefully allowing your fingers to brush over his hands, pulling them against your own and intertwining them together. He let out a heavy exhale. Slowly, he looked up until you were met with stunning blue.

“I’m here, Buck. I survived it. I’m okay.”

He nodded apprehensively, a clench in his jaw, and you knew it was hard for him, but again, he was trying. He forced out a smile for you the best he could.

“Alright, doll.”

You let go of his hands, stepping away nervously and tying your hair up away from your face. Turning back to face the gym, your eyes wandered across the wide variety of equipment and machines until you landed on the ring and an overwhelming rush of warmth and home filled your chest.

“Let’s spar.”

Bucky shook his head, hands raised. “Hold on now. I was kinda expecting we’d walk on the treadmill or sit on a bike at the lowest possible resistance.”

“You asked me what I want to do and this is it,” you argued playfully, backing up and moving closer to the ring as Bucky followed you. “Dr. Cho said my body is healthier than we think it is. Come on, Buck. It’ll make me feel normal, like I’m--” you huffed, looking around the room and feeling a sudden unpleasant twist in your gut, “like I’m not some broken, fucked up POW that’s gonna fall apart at any second.”

The words fell from you before you could stop them and Bucky furrowed his brow, thrown by the sudden self-deprecation that was so unlike the woman he knew.

“You’re not, Y/n,” he said sternly, heartbreak in his face, “and you never once thought that of me, so please don’t think it of yourself.”

“So, spar with me,” you asked again, quieter this time, “please, Buck. I promise to tell you if it’s too much. I just really need to feel like I can do something like I used to before, before what happened, and this, this is something I’m good at. Please.”

After a while of contemplation and a clear war in his head, Bucky conceded. He never could say no to you, so he tossed you the roll of tape and instructed you to wrap your hands. You did so with a smile on your face.

Once you were done, you climbed up into the ring, sliding between the ropes and jumping on the platform to warm your muscles. It was with the same excited energy you carried the last time you sparred with him, and Bucky wrestled between the fond memory and the horror that followed.

As he followed behind, hands taped, and stretching his arms in preparation, he shot you a serious look. “Don’t push yourself, you hear me?”

“Cross my heart, Sergeant,” you replied cheekily and for a moment Bucky forgot about the scars on your arms and the nightmare of the last few months. You were so you and he was thankful beyond words.

You rushed at him hard, determined with something to prove, and got a solid five hooks in before he could touch you. It was unusual for your sparring together. Even when he was holding back the full force of his hits, he always got in a few in between yours. It was a dance.

He backed up until he met the ropes and you swung around him again, pushing him down on the mat quickly. Too quickly. You stood above him, hands planted on your hips and you frowned.

“You’re holding back,” you scolded, offering him a hand to help him back up. “You didn’t even get in a single hit.”

He shrugged, brushing off his pants. “I don’t want to--”

“--hurt me. Yeah, I know,” you finished dejectedly, stepping forward to brush you hand over the cool plates of his left arm, “but if I wanted to hit a punching bag, I would.”

He chuckled at that and the tension started to fade from his muscles. “Okay, okay. Let’s go.”

He nodded, trying to psych himself up and give in to your request. You started to pace around the ring, circling him like prey, and for once, he was the one to charge first.

You blocked his first hit with your forearm, shoving it aside as you dipped under his arm, kicking him from behind enough for him to stumble a few paces forward. He turned back to you with a newfound smile on his face just as you knew he would and you rushed at him again. It was so familiar, this dance, circling one another and finding solace in the closeness. A laugh even escaped him as you got him on his knees for a second before he jumped back up.

In the ring, you felt normal again, like maybe the last few months had been a dream and you’d never left Bucky’s side at all. For a moment, you’d never been held in that cold, dark cell. You’d never been tortured by the same organization that rendered the love of your life into something outside of himself, something dark and twisted and empty. You’d never been forced to face the possibility that you would die without ever seeing Bucky again.

It was seamless. It was exactly where you were supposed to be. Focusing on Bucky’s breaths and the way he bounced around the ring so light on his feet with a smile that made your stomach ache.

In the moment of your distraction, Bucky clipped your shoulder harder than you were expecting and it sent you spiraling to the ground. You landed on the mat like you’d fallen from three stories above, hard and without time to catch yourself. The air was pushed violently from your lungs.

Suddenly, hands were ghosting over your arms, worried voice littered with concern and panic, but you couldn’t quite hear it, couldn’t feel the soft touch of fingertips upon your skin.

You were cold suddenly, freezing, and darkness blurred your vision. You didn’t move from the ground, eyes staring far off to the wall even as Bucky desperately tried to get your attention. He was shouting, arms waving frantically to someone beyond the doors of the gym, and you could only vaguely register footsteps sprinting towards you.

Red hair dipped into your vision, blurred and distant. It was there; you could see it, but it felt like you were miles away, like you were watching it all play out on a movie screen. You were underwater.

“What the hell happened?” a voice barked, feminine. Red hair swung over shoulders as she faced someone sitting next to you.

“I don’t-- I don’t know,” a man replied, scared. A cool surface brushed along your shoulder, hard like metal. “We were sparring and she just—I must have hit too hard and--”

“What the hell were you thinking, Buck?” a deeper voice questioned, one of authority, arms folded over his chest. Short blonde hair. “What made you think she was ready for this?”

“She just wanted to feel normal, Steve! What was I supposed to do?” he argued back, though his hands were shaking as they ran delicately along your arms, “Deny her? Treat her like she’s made of glass, like she could just lose it at any second, the way you all did to me?!”

“Well look how that turned out, Buck!”

You were lying on concrete. No, on a mattress with exposed springs. Blood stained on the floor not far from you. You started shaking, tears in your eyes and someone was pulling you off the mat, wrapped into strong arms, one colder and harder than the other. He was whispering in your ear words you couldn’t quite make out, but it was soothing, relaxing. A hand brushed over your forehead, wiping away the sweat and the hair from your eyes. Your heartrate started to come down and the haze faded from your vision and your mind.

“I’ll call for Helen,” Nat said, and you realized suddenly that you recognized her voice. She was pulling out her phone, sending a worried glance in Steve’s direction though his eyes were carefully trained on Bucky.

Bucky.

It was his arms wrapped around you, the warmth of his breath gently exhaling against your neck as he held you, his voice that had been shaken and scared as it called out for help.

“M’okay,” you muttered, coming back to the surface, shifting slightly in Bucky’s arms.

You felt his breath hitch at your movement, the collective sighs of relief from your friends as they stood at the edge of the ring. The panic on their faces, the fear in Bucky’s eyes as looked down at you, searching to make sure you were alright, set an anxious twist in your stomach.

You clenched your jaw, maneuvering yourself away from his embrace and he let you go without question, though his hands lingered as long as you’d let him before you tugged yourself away completely. You wrapped your arms around yourself, embarrassed and ashamed.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, honey, don’t apologize,” Nat urged delicately, sinking down to her knees so she sat at your eye level, her hand taking yours in her own. “It’s not your fault.”

“It’s mine,” Bucky nodded, voice flat, detached.

“It’s not yours either, James,” Natasha said sternly, flashing a warning look in Steve’s direction before he could say anything. She took a deep breath, squeezing your hand and you found you couldn’t take your eyes off of Bucky. “We all know where the blame belongs and it’s with Hydra. There will be setbacks in recovery, Y/n. There always are. But you’ve come further than you’ve fallen back. You have to remember that.”

You took in her words, knowing there was truth in it. Bucky still couldn’t meet your eye.

***

It took another three weeks before Bucky even agreed to step foot in the gym with you again. Helen had told you that it was normal, expected almost, to have flashbacks like that after what you'd been through. Unprepared for the hit on your shoulder, it threw you into a dissociative state and rendered you outside of yourself, your body’s instinctive defense mechanism, to protect you from what it believed was about to come.

But you were safe, you were with Bucky, with your family, in a fortress surrounded by SHEILD agents and superheroes. The trick was convincing your body of that, too.

“Bucky, I can handle it,” you repeated after he’d only shaken his head at you, unwilling to listen to your requests to spar again.

“You said that last time and look what happened,” he sighed, fingers darting through his hair anxiously. “I set that off in you, Y/n. I triggered it. I was the one who made you feel like that, and I won’t do it again.”

You exhaled a heavy breath, so desperate to feel normal again but knowing that he was right, that you couldn’t throw yourself back into your old routine like nothing had happened. You needed smaller steps.

“Okay,” you conceded and Bucky’s shoulders visibly relaxed. “Walk with me?”

He smiled at that, nodding, and let you take his hand in yours as you led him to the outside path around the compound; the same one you used to run together.

Weeks later, the walks turned into infrequent intervals with light jogs. Then, after you regained more strength in your legs and craved blood pumping through your veins, you started to run the entire path with Bucky at your side; laughing and sprinting the final stretch, teasing him about how slow he’d become until you heard the perfect sound of his own laugh as he caught up behind you.

He started to help you reacclimate to the punching bags, something that couldn’t hit you back, and brought Nat in to work with you on shadow boxing, though neither of them would step foot with you in the ring.

Two months since the incident in the ring and you’d spent multiple times a week in Dr. Cho’s office, working through how to handle episodes like that when they came up and sorting through the mess of memories in your head. You were more in control, felt like you had ownership of your mind and your body in a way you had tried so hard to believe when you stepped into the ring with Bucky the first time since you returned. You had wanted to believe it so badly then. You were certain now.

“Hey Buck,” you called his name gently, quietly, and he stilled his movements against the punching back instantly. He turned to you with a smile on his face, just barely there but enough to make your heart swell, hair damp with sweat clinging to the sides of his face and still looking like a dream.

You hesitated for a moment, worried he would say no, and fidgeted in your stance. You wrung your hands together as you met his eye.

“Will you spar with me?”

He clenched his jaw, smile fading.

“I’m ready now,” you insisted, voice stronger because you meant it, “I can handle it, Buck. You know I can. It’s been two months since I was last in the ring and I—I feel like I’m going stir crazy here. This is my life. It’s what I’m trained to do and I have to get back in eventually and I promise, Buck, I promise I’m ready for it now. You can talk to Dr. Cho if you need to but she’ll agree and --”

“Okay.”

“-- if you won’t do it, I’ll find someone who—what?” you froze, watching the way Bucky pushed out a nervous smile.

“Okay, sweetheart,” he said again, the gentle kind of smile on his face that was so incredible subtle and lit up the entire room all at once. “You’re ready. I can see that. You’ve been ready for the last week I think, but I wanted to wait until you said something. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not excited about the possibility it could happen again, but we’ll start slow, right?”

“Right, yes, of course,” you agreed, smile aching in your cheeks as you nodded. “I’m a little surprised you’re okay with this.”

“Yeah, well, you never treated me like I was going to break,” Bucky explained, stepping forward and picking up the tape from the side of the ring. He drew out a long extension before he cut it off, gesturing for your hands and starting to wrap them himself. It sent chills up your spine. “I want to return the favor. You say you’re ready? Okay. You’re ready. Besides, if anyone is going to get back in that ring with you, I want it to be me. Let’s me keep an eye on you.”

You smiled at him as he finished wrapping your hands, a soft blush in your cheeks.

His own hands already wrapped from hitting the punching bag, he led you to the ring, lifting up the ropes for you to duck under. He followed close behind and though he was hesitant as he brushed his hands on the thighs of his pants, watching you under cautious eyes, he trusted you implicitly. He believed you when you said you were ready. It gave you back the control you’d been missing for months.

“Slow, remember?” he advised, holding his hands up into position.

You nodded, doing the same and unable to wipe the smile from your face.

It started out in easy, cautious movements; like you were marking choreography. Starting to find the rhythm again with each other and never hitting at full swing. He reminded you what it was like to have to watch your opponent from all angles and how to anticipate movement before it strikes. You tapped his cheek with your closed fist, almost like a kiss, and he smiled with a nod of approval as you pulled it away. Everything was in slow motion.

A few days later and you worked up to increasing the paces of your movements; still never hitting at full strength and not enough to get a line of sweat to drip off your brow, but closer to the real thing. Bucky had asked Dr. Cho to come in and observe after your approval and she watched from the sidelines, nodding and studying your reactions when Bucky’s hand swung at you, albeit in a slow enough pace you could have stepped aside easily, but quick enough for it to resemble the sparring that used to take place in the ring. She nodded, giving you a thumbs up and you beamed in Bucky’s direction. He had a kind of hopefulness in his eyes you hadn’t seen in long time.

A month later and you stood at the edge of the ring, sweat dampening your hair and pooling in beads down your arms and neck. You grinned, adrenaline coursing through you to feel the rush again, to know that Bucky trusted you so completely to step back into the ring again with you after what happened, to be willing to spar with you at your full strength.

He’d gotten in a few hits and while his eyes burned wide and fearful of what might happen, you had only grinned, sending a wink before you took the opportunity to jump him. You kicked off from the post in the corner of the ring, lunging onto his shoulders and using the full force of your body weight as you swung around and slammed him to the mat in the momentum.

Your body on top of his, holding him down, and he groaned as his face scrunched up in a grimace from the impact.

“That’s new,” he grunted, barely opening his eyes from the glare of the florescent light above, but you cast a shadow over him, your face just inches from his as you started to laugh.

“Spent a lot of time watching Nat and Steve spar while I was sidelined,” you replied with a smirk, hands still gripping his wrists pressed down onto the mat by his face, held in a form of surrender.

“Should have figured you’d get a move like that from Romanoff,” Bucky chuckled. He made no effort to move out from under you.

“Feels good to be back in the ring,” you sighed, unable to wipe the smile from your face, a relief you couldn’t quite explain. “After all that happened, it just... it’s nice to know I can still take you down, Barnes.”

“Of course, you can. Never doubted that for a second,” he replied softly, the teasing fading away to something sincere, something that made your stomach twist into knots. “I am just... constantly amazed by you, Y/n. Everything you do, everything you’ve survived. You’re the strongest person I know.”

Your lips parted in a gentle kind of shock, watching as a lingering sadness masked over the pain filled shades of blue. A world of emotion settled in his eyes and an eternity could have passed by in that moment, the world spinning on without you because the only thing that mattered was soft blue, worry lines in his forehead, and the small freckle above his left eye.

The two of you never really talked about those months you were gone. You didn’t want to darken the moments you had with him by bringing up the hell you’d been put through or asking him what happened to him while you were gone. He never confronted you about it, either, but you could tell how much he wanted to.

It was a weight that sat between you, the knowledge of how he had lost pieces of himself when you were gone and how you had come to fully accept you would die in that cell.

Without thinking much of it, just wanting to feel more of him, you released his right wrist, trailing your hand up his arm, over his shoulder, until you cupped the side of his face, thumb brushing over cheekbone. He was so beautiful, so stunning and irrevocably broken, like you were, but he was everything; shattered and mangled pieces strung together with string and tape and still somehow the most perfect man you’d ever known.

Bucky just watched you intently as you gazed down at him, mesmerized in the feeling of the bristles of hair on his jawline and the smooth contrast of his cheekbone.

“I missed you,” you whispered suddenly, the words falling with ease. Even though it had been months since you’ve been home, the ache of being without him for so long still sat buried deep in your chest.

Bucky’s breath was warm against your face and you could feel the sharp inhale in his chest against you. He swallowed, licking at his lips, knowing exactly what you meant, because he always did.

“I missed you, too, sweetheart, more than you could ever know." He tried to push out a smile that fell too quickly as his eyes began to gloss over. “I… I didn’t know how to keep going without you.”

Heart feeling like it had just cracked straight through the middle, an aching pain and a twist in your stomach, you whispered his name with the sweet melody of a prayer and he exhaled a world of pain just to hear his name upon your voice.

His hand snaked up against your hair, pushing away the sparse flyaways in your face. The way he watched you, studied you, like you were something to be treasured, adored, like you were displayed in the Louvre itself, had your heart pounding in your chest, pressed against his. Short, careful breaths as his fingers raked gentle into your scalp, the tender look in his eye, and with a rush of courage, you leaned in.

His lips were unlike anything you'd imagined; somehow pillowy soft and rough at the same time, calloused and velvet. Hesitant at first and just barely touching one another, just feeling the warmth of his breath and the graze of his lips. He was gentle in his movements as he pressed up to kiss you, ushering your head to the side to kiss between your lips, angling you above him. Your hand released his left wrist, allowing it to find its way to your waist. Metal caressing up your side, smooth, steady motions leaving goosebumps in their wake, and you sighed against his mouth.

It was more, better, than you imagined it would be because it was Bucky, and there was never a moment with him that left you unsatisfied. It only took a few seconds before you caught taste of one another and once you did, you couldn’t slow down, couldn’t get enough.

It was months and years of pining, of holding each other in cover of the night and teasing smiles and checking in more than you needed to because not knowing whether or not he was okay on a mission unsettled you unlike anything else. It was too long of being at arm's length, too long of fear of the unknown, too long of being separated against your will and dreaming of him to keep you sane.

Bucky planted his foot on the ground, shifting until you rolled onto your back as he hovered above you. The weight of his body on yours and you kissed at him hungrily, deeply, wrapping a leg around his waist and pushing your heel against him, ushering him to where you so desperately needed him. The grind against you was sinful, perfect, heavenly and you let out a moan that nearly stopped Bucky in his tracks.

He kissed along your jawline, whispering sweet praises in your ear, words of “sweetheart” and “beautiful” chanting like a prayer, and you couldn’t get enough of his voice, of the feel of his hands on you, of his lips pressing and drinking yours in, and you reached for the hem of his shirt. Fingers brushing against his waist line and he flinched slightly, not from the fear of it, but because yours hands were on his skin and anticipation burned through every nerve in his body. Fingers curled under the fabric and began to inch it upwards when suddenly, the loud slam of the gym doors against the wall echoed through the rafters.

Bucky scrambled off of you, jumping up to his feet and adjusting his shirt quickly as he glanced down at the entrance. You were still on the mat, a little disoriented and hazy as you looked up at him to find him clenching his jaw nervously, a red swell of his lips and a slight mess of his hair. He still managed to look like a dream.

You pulled yourself to your feet, standing beside him as Nat and Sam walked into the gym talking to one another, swinging their bags by their sides.

“Oh hey,” Nat called, taking notice of you and Bucky. As she walked closer, her eyes narrowed, flashing quickly between the pair of you and it didn’t take a specially trained to know what happened. Your cheeks burned red. She pursed her lips into a smirk. “Having fun?”

You parted your lips to answer, but nothing came out. Glancing over at Bucky, and he was raking his hands through his hair, shaking his head because he knew Nat caught them. She was too observant not to. Sam, on the other hand, remained oblivious.

“Anyway,” Nat grinned, turning to you, “I was hoping I could steal Y/n for a bit. We haven’t really had a chance to talk and I miss my best friend.”

A warm smile pulled at your lips and you nodded. As Sam stepped forward to throw himself into the ring with Bucky, guilt hit you hard in the chest at the idea of walking away from Bucky, even for a few hours, after what just happened. There was so much to tell him, so many questions you had; like if this changed things and if he wanted more and if he’d let you kiss him like that again.

You glanced over at Bucky, apologies swimming in your eyes, but you were only met with curved lips and soft eyes. He ushered you towards Nat and helped you swing under the ropes and slide down the platform. The relief was instant.

“Have fun for me,” he asked sincerely, gesturing over at Sam who was cracking his knuckles, “since I’m apparently stuck with this idiot.”

You laughed, leaning into Nat’s shoulder as she swung her arm around you and started to gently tug you towards the doors. You went with her, turning over your shoulder to watch as Bucky started to walk back into the ring, his back to you, and you felt a surge of panic.

“Bucky, wait!”

He froze, jogging back towards the ropes as you met him at the bottom of the platform. He kneeled down to your eye level, gripping on the post for balance and concern filtering through his features.

“We’ll, um, we’ll talk later?” you asked nervously and Bucky’s lips curved up into a content smile. You weren’t used to being the nervous one when it came to him.

“Of course, sweetheart,” he replied breathily, his hand snaking behind the nape of your neck and carefully tugging you towards him to press his lips to your forehead. Warm and soft and gone far too soon, you didn’t mind at all that Sam had raised an eyebrow behind Bucky’s shoulder with a satisfied smirk. Bucky waited until you nodded at him, letting him know you were okay for him to go, before he stood back to his feet.

Nat was just over your shoulder by the time Bucky bumped fists with Sam at the center of the ring, ready to fight. Her hand slid into yours, knowingly, because Natasha Romanoff never let anything slip past her.

***

“Stop! He did not!” you burst into laughter, tears in your eyes as Nat finished telling you about how Sam had managed to crash one of Tony’s seriously expensive cars because Clint had convinced him it was the standard SHIELD issued surveillance vehicle. His reconnaissance mission had escalated to a full city car chase and it didn’t end well for the Maserati.

Nat nodded, grinning ear to ear as she tossed another bite of popcorn into her mouth.

Your stomach was aching from the laughter and from the snacks, but as you sat on the floor of Nat’s room, backs leaning against the wall, just finding space to be completely and entirely unbridged, you found you didn’t mind the twist in your stomach muscles. It was welcomed.

“Where was--” you laughed, trying to catch your breath, “Where was I? How do I not remember this?”

You brushed a tear from you eye just as Nat’s smile slowly fell. She swallowed thickly, pulling his legs up to her chest and turning to you with a solemn look on her face, giving you the answer that made the laughter die in your chest.

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry,” she started, but you held up your hand.

“No, no, it’s okay, Nat,” you replied sincerely, grabbed her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m here now, right? I’m good.”

She nodded, though it was hesitant. “Are you?”

You thought about it for a moment. It was an easy response, convincing people you were okay. You'd had a long history of saying you were okay even when you weren’t, only because it was easier to brush it aside, to not have to talk about it, until it eventually festered and boiled and you woke screaming and crying in the dead of night.

You had gaps in your memory, trauma you still didn’t know you endured, and only of a glimpse of the hell you’d been put through for seven months, but it was behind you. You were home. You were safe. You were surrounded by the most advanced technology in the world and Fury had every agent available tracking down the man with the scar you described for their sketch artist. There was no shoe to be dropped, you had to believe that, otherwise you’d go insane. You had everything you needed, survived the worst of it.

And you had Bucky.

“I think I’m getting there,” you said, nodding with a relief in your tone that had Nat’s smile returning.

“You’re gonna talk to Barnes, right?” she grinned, nudging your shoulder until you were laughing again.

“I knew you saw that!”

“Don’t need to see it in action to know what you two were up to,” she teased. “Your face was the color of my hair and Barnes couldn’t meet my eye. It doesn’t take a spy to figure it out.”

You covered your face with your hands as Nat leaned her head on your shoulder, laughing. It was the lightest you’d felt since you’d been back, like you were teenagers again with so much too look forward to, naïve and care-free. After a while when the laughs died down again, Natasha was still leaning on your shoulder, playing with your hand.

“I like you and Barnes together,” she said quietly, a steady observation, one she’d had for years since you were sneaking him off to the city on adventures and back when he was accompanying you innocently on morning runs. “You’re good for each other. You helped bring him back from something dark when he first came to us and it’s obvious how much he cares for you.”

You nodded, trying to distract yourself in the tingle of Nat’s fingers as she drew pictures on your palm. “Was he okay?”

She paused. “What do you mean?”

“When I was... gone,” you muttered out and Nat sat up to look at you properly as you tried to find your words. You ran your fingers through your hair in a nervous tick. “I don’t remember a whole lot after the last video but I... I remember they showed me footage of you guys of when it aired. I saw Bucky react to it; kneeling in the street and just... screaming.”

Nat let out a heavy breath as she scooted closer to you, sitting hip to hip, and this time, it was you that leaned against her. She brushed her hand through your hair, trying to ease you as tears welled in your eyes.

“He... He really struggled, Y/n,” she replied after a prolonged silence. “Even before that video, he wasn’t himself, kept teetering back and forth between his depression and the winter soldier.”

You clenched your jaw and a tear rolled down your cheek. Nat squeezed your hand.

“After you di--” Nat sucked in a harsh breath, recollecting herself, “after we thought you died, he just lost it; stopped eating, stopped sleeping. Until one day he just up and disappeared. Steve told us he was traveling but we all knew was he was really up to. Took me a while but I finally caught up with him in Brussels a few months later and he was taking out Hydra agents on some hitlist he made up.”

“He what?” you gaped, sitting up as wide eyes met Nat’s, heart painful in your chest. She nodded carefully.

“I don’t know if you ever realized how much you meant to him, Y/n,” she continued solemnly. “He hit rock bottom for a while; gave into the winter soldier because it was easier than letting himself grieve. Took us a while to bring him home again but he started to come around. He was starting to heal again but... he was a wreck, Y/n. Hell, we all were, but James... he said some things to Steve that really scared us.”

You narrowed your eyes, heart already threatening to jump straight from your chest. “What are you talking about? What did he say?”

“That’s something you have to ask him about,” she sighed, offering you a pained smile. It didn’t meet her eyes. “My point, is that he wasn’t anywhere near okay, Y/n. He won’t let you see that because he’s trying to be strong for you. After what you’d been through, his pain, our pain, is nothing in comparison...”

“I’m not in the business of sizing up traumas, Nat,” you said sincerely and she nodded.

“I know,” she replied, snuggling up against you. “I just want to make sure you know you don’t have to be afraid with him. He cares for you, Y/n. There's no situation where he’d ever turn you away.”

You brushed the tears from your tears, curling up against the soft scent of vanilla in Natasha’s hair and hooking your arm with hers. There was nothing left to say, nothing that could change what happened over the last seven months and the heartbreak and suffering you’d both endured. But sitting here, leaning on your best friend while reruns of your favorite sitcom played from your laptop, it was all a little less painful. You’d find a way to chip it away, piece by piece, until it was a distant memory and you’d need your family to do that.

You’d need Bucky.

“I should go talk to him,” you said after a while, your voice rough as it came out.

Nat squeezed your hand, smiling softly as she pulled away from you. She brushed her fingers through your hair, taming it along your shoulders and rubbing gently under your eyes to wipe it clear of tears.

“I’m sure he’s still up, listening for you to get back to your room okay,” Nat teased playfully, drawing a smile from you like she intended. She pulled you tight against her side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders in a warm embrace. “I’d say good luck, but you clearly don’t need it.”

You laughed through the nerves in your stomach and pushed yourself to your feet. A short wave goodbye as Nat settled in with her bowl of popcorn, the next episode of the series you’d been watching on auto play and she gave you a wink as you closed the door behind you.

There was nothing to be afraid of. It was only Bucky. Sweet, kind, incredibly selfless Bucky whose lips had grazed yours just hours ago and yet your heart was in your throat. Anxiety and panic twisting and turning in your stomach with every step as you declined the stairs two flights to the floor you shared with Bucky.

Thousands of possibilities ran through your mind, wondering if he’d regret what happened on the ring or if he’d run from you or push you away. You wondered if he felt this way all along, like you had, if he longed for you the way you so desperately longed for him. You wondered if maybe all the pain and suffering you’d endured led you to this moment, just you so could be here, standing outside of his bedroom with only the thin layer of wood separating his quietly pacing steps beyond the door.

A heavy exhale, gathering what remained of your courage, and then, you knocked.

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Natasha x reader x Peggy x Wanda

Notes: Y/H/C is your hair colour and is the same colour as your cat form. Also the four of you can all communicate in animal form because of Wanda. Italics is when you speak telepathically.

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The four of you were different to the rest of the team. You were all different to each other but somehow you were still similar. The four of you were shifters. Natasha had been born a bear shifter she’d inherited it from her mother that much she knew, Peggy wasn’t born a shifter but when she awoke after her seventy-year nap discovered the serum had turned her into a wolf shifter and you and Wanda had both been turned during your years at HYDRA.

They had perfected the formula with Wanda, and she’d gained the ability of turning into a lioness and they’d used the same formula on you a few years later and turned you into a cat. They had been incredibly disappointed in what you shifted into and decided to create other formulas to attempt to change you into another creature.

It didn’t work, instead you were unable to shift for a long time and when you gained the ability again your other form was still in its baby form. Essentially, all three of your partners were large, fully grown, animals, while you were still a kitten.

You didn’t care too much and neither did your partners. In fact, they enjoyed you being such a small animal. As the smallest animal of the group, they were easily able to pick you up and carry you on their back or curl around you. Your partners animal forms really reflected their human traits because they were just as protective and fierce as their animal forms.

“Are you having a cat nap, honey?” You asked with a small grin, scratching Wanda behind the ears. To most people, seeing a lioness having a nap on their couch might be a bit alarm worthy but, to you, this was the norm. it’s just like seeing a bear or a wolf asleep somewhere in the apartment, it was your norm.

Wanda let out a deep rumbling sound as you rubbed in between her ears. You took a seat on the couch next to her head and she shifted to lay her head on your lap.

“Hi there.” You laughed as Wanda curled up on your lap. Wanda licked the side of your face with her coarse tongue in response and then laid her head back on you. “I could do with a nap too.” You mused, leaning back on the couch.

The second your eyes closed Wanda began nudging her head against your stomach. You opened your eyes to see Wanda staring intently at you.

“Oh.” You said, finally realizing why she was staring at you. “Do you want me to join you for a cat nap?” At this Wanda nodded her large head and continued to stare at you without blinking. You smiled at her and kissed the top of her head before stripping and then turning into a small kitten with Y/H/C fur.

“Is this better?” You purred, rubbing your little head under her chin.

“Much.” Wanda said, laying down and trapping you under her. “You’re so warm.” She cooed, licking you on the head.

“I’m warm? You’re a space heater in this form.” You giggled, resting your head on her front paws and curling up under her chin.

You were nearly asleep when you heard two sets of footsteps approach you and Wanda. You opened your eyes and let out a purr at the sight of Peggy and Natasha standing next to the couch, smiling at the two of you.

“Looks like we made it home just in time for a cat nap.” Natasha commented, sitting on the couch in front of you.

“A nap sounds wonderful at the moment.” Peggy sighed, sitting on Natasha’s other side and leaning her head back on the couch. “I’ve had to deal with the children who call themselves men all day.”

“Oh, poor baby.” Natasha cooed, leaning over and kissing Peggy on her cheek. Crawling out from under Wanda, who let out an annoyed sound, you sat on Peggy’s lap and nuzzled your head against her.

“Wanda tell them to change.” You demanded, meowing impatiently as neither woman got the hint to change.

Wanda’s eyes glowed red as she communicated with the two. Natasha smiled and reached over to pull you onto her lap.

“A bit impatient are we, dorogoy?” She laughed, scratching under your chin. “I don’t think we’ll all be able to fit on this couch though.”

“We’ll go to the bedroom.” Peggy said, rising to a stand. “The bed has plenty of room.” She added as Wanda stood next to her. Peggy grabbed Natasha’s hand and pulled her to a stand, you still in Natasha’s arms.

Natasha sat you on her shoulder as she and Wanda followed Peggy into the bedroom. When you all entered the bedroom, you jumped off Natasha’s shoulder and onto the bed. Wanda climbed onto the bed and wrapped her body around you.

A second later a bear with red fur and a wolf with a redish brown coat, joined the two of you on the bed. Natasha, being the largest of you all, curled protectively around the three of you and Peggy curled into Wanda’s side, resting her head on Wanda’s back and a paw on yours.

“I love you all.” You purred, already beginning to fall asleep. “I really do.”

“We know, sweetheart.” Peggy said, leaning down and kissing, well really more licking, the top of your head.

“And we love you too.” Natasha added, curling further around the three of you.

“Always.” Wanda continued, smiling as you rested your head on her paws.

The three of you all settled and finally fell asleep, wrapped around each other, surrounded by the immense warmth your other forms radiated.

“Hello Salem.” Tony said, scratching you behind the ears. It was the middle of the day, Natasha and Wanda had to go out for the day so you and Peggy were in the team common room. You had gotten bored so you shifted into your other form, Peggy not far behind you. Neither of you cared enough to shed your clothes before shift so, Peggy’s shredded with her change and you had to crawl out from under them.

Tony had entered the living room and jumped at the sight of a wolf on the couch with a small cat laying on top of it. It took him a second to realize who the two of you and took a breath.

You let out a meow in greeting as he sat on the other couch with Clint who was cleaning his weapons.

“Have they been like this all morning?” Tony asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Uh-huh.” Clint said, briefly looking away from his arrows to look at the two of you.

“They better not get fur on my couch.” Tony commented, only sounding half serious. Peggy let out an annoyed sound which sounded pretty close to a growl. “I’ll get a newspaper.” He joked, making Peggy huff.

“Are you taking up reading, Stark?” Natasha asked, entering the room with a skipping Wanda. Wanda skipped over to the two of you and sat on the couch next to you both. Peggy shifted so she could lay her head on Wanda’s lap.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Peggy murmured, licking Wanda’s hand in greeting.

“Hey Peg. Hi Y/N.” Wanda said in a slight coo. “Are we tired kolibri’s?” She asked, running her fingers along your back.

“Yeah.” You mumbled. “Don’t want to get up though.”

“That’s okay.” Natasha said, coming to stand next to the three of you. “We can help with that.” She added before speaking out loud. “Wanda can you take Y/N?”

“Did they just have a whole telepathic conversation?” Tony asked, watching you all as Wanda picked your small form up.

“Yep.” Clint said, popping the p. “Don’t know why your surprised Stark, it’s what they do.”

“That’s right, it is.” Natasha agreed, picking Peggy up and holding the wolf in her arms. “And we do it just to annoy.” She smirked and with that se and Wanda walked out of the common room with you and Peggy in their arms.

You made it back to your room and Natasha and Wanda placed the two of you on the bed before shifting themselves. You sat yourself back on Peggy and Wanda and Natasha lay on either side of Peggy.

“I love you three.” Peggy cooed. “I really love you all.”

“Love you too Peg.” You said, snuggling deeper into Peggy’s fur. “Love you Nat. Love you Wanda.” Natasha and Wanda repeated the sentiment and the three of you all fell asleep to the warmth you were surrounded by.

“Come on, come on. Let’s go.” Natasha urged almost bouncing where she stood, giving the three of you an impatient look when none of you began hurrying.

“Tash calm down.” You said smiling at the red head. “We’re almost ready to go.”

“The longer we take, the higher the chance someone is going to want one of us for something and we won’t be able to go out.” Natasha explained, crossing her arms.

“When has that ever happened?” Wanda asked, she stopped packing her backpack to face the red head.

“It’s never happened darling.” Peggy said, kissing Wanda in assurance. “Nat is just very anxious to get going.”

“I am. I really want to get going.” Natasha admitted. “I don’t want to miss this, it’s my favourite night of the month.” You smiled at the red head, moved over to the red head and wrapped your arms around her.

“We love tonight too honey, but you need to breathe. We’ll get going in a second, I promise.” You said, kissing her on the neck. Natasha relaxed her tense muscles as you kissed her and wrapped her arms around you.

“I’m sorry, it’s just we didn’t get to do this last month and I don’t want to miss another month.” Natasha sighed, leaning down and kissing you gently.

“Well you don’t have to worry any longer.” Peggy said as you both pulled away. “We’re all set.” She added, slinging a backpack on.

“Great! Let’s go.” Natasha cheered, pulling you towards door. Peggy and Wanda let out a chuckle at Natasha and Wanda took Peggy’s hand in her own and followed the two of you.

The four of you left the tower and made your way to the woods that surrounded the Avengers Compound. This was the best day of the month. Every full moon the four of you made your way into the woods and shifted into your respective forms.

The four of you would spend the night under the glow of the full moon, running, playing and shedding the stress of your avenging lives. You would set up a tent and when you were ready, you would share the food you packed, do some other activities and then sleep in the tent.

When the four of you made it to the tent, that had been set up earlier that day, you set the bags inside and you all began stripping.

“Natasha what are you doing?” Wanda asked, noticing Natasha had stopped hallway through getting changed. You and Peggy turned to face the red head who was only halfway undressed and watching the three of you.

“Just admiring what’s mine.” Natasha commented, smirking as Wanda turned bright red, you laughed, and Peggy rolled her eyes fondly. Peggy balled her shirt up and threw it at Natasha, hitting the woman in her face.

“Get undressed, you bloody pervert.” Peggy said, shaking her head slightly. Natasha laughed and winked at Peggy before pulling her jeans off.

“Whatever you say, krasivaya.” Natasha said. The four of you finished stripping before you all changed into your other forms.

“Y/N, come here.” Peggy stated, bending down low to the ground. You moved over to Peggy and jumped onto her back.

“Is this okay?” You asked, slightly digging your claws into her back.

“Perfect.” She said, leaning back and rubbing her nose against your head.

“Let’s do this!” Wanda exclaimed excitedly. She rubbed up against the side of each of you before taking off in a sprint. Natasha and Peggy raced after Wanda ,with you on Peggy’s back, and began a game of chase.

The moon was high in the sky by the time your little game of chase ended. The four of you had spent hours running through the trees and leafy foliage. Being the smallest of the four of you, you had stayed on the backs of your three partners, changing whenever someone wanted to have you with them.

“Come on you two.” Natasha called from where she stood with Peggy. “Let’s grab something to eat.”

“We’re coming.” Wanda said, walking back over to the other two with you firmly seated on her upper back. When the two of you made it to Natasha and Peggy’s side, Natasha lowered her head at you and you crawled onto the top of her head.

“Love you, Nat.” You purred, licking her head.

“Love you too, Y/N.” Natasha replied happily. The four of you made your way back to the tent where you crawled off Nat’s head and you all changed back to normal.

You all moved into the tent and you all quickly changed into loose, comfy clothes. Natasha began to close the tent up, Wanda grabbed the bag you’d all packed containers of food in and you and Peggy set up blankets and pillows.

When you’d set up the blankets an pillows, Peggy sat down and pulled you onto her lap making you laugh in surprise.

“Hello, darling.” Peggy cooed, placing her head in the crook of your neck. She started kissing your neck making you sigh happily.

“Peg.” You whined, making her laugh lowly.

“No sex until you eat.” Wanda said, sitting next to the two of you. she passed the two of you a large container of pasta with a set of forks. Natasha lifted Wanda and then sat on the ground, this time with the witch on her lap.

The four of you all sat contently together, eating, laughing and just enjoying your time together. Eventually the four of you turned away from conversation and started enjoying a much more physical activity.

“I love you.” Natasha murmured. She was currently laying on your left side. Wanda laid to your right with Peggy on her other side. “You three are the best things I have, the best things I’ve ever had, in my life.”

“Love you too, Tash. We’ll always be here.” You said, leaning over to kiss her softly.

“You won’t be able to get rid of us, Nat.” Wanda laughed, reaching over and taking Natasha’s hand.

“Not without a fight.” Peggy added, smiling at the three of you. “I love you three.” The three of you all laid together and without another word fell asleep, in human form, feeling content and safe together.

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