#agent daybreak

[karizard-ao3]

Do you have a plot in mind for the sxf?

I do have a bare bones idea! I don't think it's fair the Twilight has Fiona throwing herself at him and all these women calling him hot and Yor doesn't have anyone besides her brother paying attention to her. Also, I want to see Twilight getting jealous and confused that he is jealous and trying to convince himself it's just for the mission. I also think Agent Daybreak is funny.

THEREFORE! I want to write a fic where Daybreak meets Yor and falls in love with her. Since she is married, he uses all of his spy tricks to get close to her. Yor is completely oblivious to all of it, but Twilight is not and he is deeply unhappy. He comes up with a bunch of plans to try to deter Daybreak (possibly including trying to set him up with Fiona). Then, in the end, he will have to at least semi-admit to himself he has a crush on his wife.

That is about the extent of what I have planned. I will need to sit down at some point and figure out some definite plot points, but that is what I am hoping to do for spy x family! Maybe I will actually do some work on it when I finish my zombie apocalypse short story, actually. I'm trying to have something original going and something fan-related, but I don't really know what I want to write after this story so maybe I'll double up on the fan stuff for a bit? I probably shouldn't, though... Ah, well, we'll see.

[kh-daybreak-cult-au]

Agent’s Smith’s Notes on the New Union Leaders

Brain Marshall

Age: 16

A rather snarky and disrespectful young man.

Very clever and curious.

Would only answer my questions if I answered his first.

Asked what we were planning on doing with them, why they needed to be relocated, why we were only coming now, who had given the tip, then claimed to have all the information he needed and refused to answer any more questions.

Was brought to Daybreak Town when he was 4 years old.

Important to separate him from the others. Will likely plan something if given the opportunity. Monitor him closely.

Lauriam Belrose

Age: 17

Respectful and somewhat posh despite his upbringing.

Was clearly wary of me.

Despite this, he answered questions without much pushback.

Has been in Daybreak Town about 10 years.

Told me to stay away from Ventus.

Ephemer Caelum

Age: 15

Wondered aloud whether I was “the darkness the master warned about”

Seems to be in a different version of reality.

Many of his utterances related to light and darkness, spirits, and a kingdom of hearts.

Was taken to Daybreak Town at the age of 5.

Hailed as a leader of sorts by the other “New Union Leaders” (though he denies those claims).

Should be separated from the others because of this. He could easily rally his followers together again.

Ventus [Last Name Unknown]

Age: 12

Other “New Union Leaders” tried to keep me away from him.

Very nervous, would not make eye contact.

He did not know how long he’d been in Daybreak Town.

Will likely answer questions easily once more comfortable. Place him directly into a home as soon as possible. 

Skuld Westergaard

Age: 15

Did not deem it necessary to speak with her directly.

Likely in charge of cooking, cleaning, and looking after the younger children.

According to Ephemer, she joined only a few months after him.

(Notes Taken: September 6th, 1941)

[episodeoftv]

Prelims, Vote 1 of 8

The top 4 finales will move on to be included in the main bracket

Propaganda is under the cut, may include spoilers

Agent Carter - 2.10 Hollywood Ending

Just as Peggysous became canon, just as Jack is about to start his redemption arc, they cancelled the show and left all of us on a massive cliffhanger for, let's see, almost 8 years at this point. We need ANSWERS.

Daybreak - 1.10 FWASH-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

It was written as a cliffhanger for a second season that would never come, but it just felt flat. The one objective that our leading lad (Josh) had been chasing (saving Sam) was rendered pointless, because the moment the big bad was defeated she effectively declared herself the new big bad and everyone who wasn't a major character went 'hmmm, okay!' And accepted it! They didn't even address this all that well, just ended with a shot of the MCs looking shocked.

Doctor Who - 12.10 The Timeless Children

this finale is shit!! absolute ass! nothing happens in it for it to justify having such a cool name. the master captures the doctor, shows her a slideshow that amounts to ‘‘you’re adopted!! :)" doctor breaks out of her matrix prison thing by overloading it with memories when the matrix is The Supercomputer and it’s used to hold all memories of all time lords ever? you know, the species whove been doing their thing for a billion years and live up to 10,000 years? the doctors new memories should either already be there or make nary a dent in it. the doctor’s like ‘‘why would they do that! why would they lie?’’ girl they have been lying to you since forever. they killed you once. theyve tried to kill you so many times. they turned you into a fucked up anti time monster that one time. one of the doctors past past selves even told her it doesnt really matter!! what was even the point

Loki - 1.06 For All Time. Always.

The series was going downhill past Episode 3 tbh, but it really just was a load of crap only interested in setting up the multiverse

Tales of Arcadia - Trollhunters: Rise of the Titans

This finale undoes everything the show worked for. In order to give itself stakes it kills off a few characters, but in a way that only indirectly impacts the MCs (such as Jim's Mom's fiancé getting killed). Then, at the end of the special, the main character uses time travel to go back to the start of S1E01 and changed history so he never becomes the trollhunter. Instead he makes his next friend the trollhunter instead. In terms of anticipation it was not at all what anyone was anticipating. (I had assumed he'd go to the start of the special and defeat the titans without any casualties). Having undone time only he remembers the previous timestream and he makes no effort to engage with it outside of accepting his changeling principal far sooner.

Ted Lasso - 3.12 So Long, Farewell

This trash ass finale undid three seasons of character development for every single person involved (except Nate!). A long-distance parent returned "home" despite having no attachments besides his child and leaving behind his entire found family, an abused and neglected woman was left behind by the person who taught her she didn't deserve abuse and neglect, and two characters who spent the whole show learning to cooperate and care for each other got into a fistfight over the girl they both dated.

Torchwood - 3.05 Day Five

No propaganda submitted

[nonokoko-is-daydreaming]

Spy x family masterlist

Old links redirect you to my main blog. This is because they were written before I created this one.

☁︎ = Headcanons

✰ = One shot

❥ = x reader

✉ = Letter

The Forgers

✰ Forgers' Christmas Preparations

☁︎❥ Forgers x Robot child!reader 🤖

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Loid Forger | Agent Twilight

TBA

Yor Briar | Thorn Princess

☁︎ Yor doing her nails

Anya Forger

✰ A for Anya | Pt. 2

☁︎❥ Anya with a psychic!babysitter

Yuri Briar

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Sylvia Sherwood | The Handler

Fiona Frost | Agent Nightfall

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Franky Franklin

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Daybreak

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Camilla

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Dominic

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

AUs

Spy x families

☁︎ Initial concept

☁︎ Second concept | The daughters | Their powers (DISCARDED)

SWAP AU

☁︎ General hcs | ☁︎ Yor or Yuri

[coffeekenzie]

oops a certain line in the new Captain America movie activated my dormant winterfalcon shipper sleeper agent like a longing rusted seventeen daybreak furnace nine benign homecoming one freight car

let’s head back to AO3 boys

[becertainlust]

Lingeriemaker! Suguru who is whispered about with the kind of reverence usually reserved for legends—think Galliano meets Alexander McQueen, but darker, smoother, and infinitely more elusive.

He didn’t go to fashion school. He didn’t intern under anyone. He emerged out of nowhere—an underground gem of a debut show held in an abandoned cathedral in Florence. Ten looks. Ten models. Candlelit. Every piece hand-stitched, laced with real silver thread and monograms only visible under moonlight. People thought it was a myth until Vogue Italia dropped an exclusive feature titled:

“The Lingerie Saint Has Arrived.”

Lingeriemaker! Suguru who is more than a designer — he is an artist of intimacy, a storyteller through silk, lace, and silhouette. With every piece he creates, Suguru weaves emotion into fabric, tailoring not just to bodies, but to souls. He believes that beauty speaks many languages — and his mission is to make women feel beautiful in all of them.

From Tokyo to Paris, Lagos to São Paulo, his creations have turned runways into temples of self-love. Each design is a love letter to femininity — powerful, soft, wild, sacred. His talent quickly caught the attention of the world, landing him on magazine covers, international talk shows, and fashion panels. But despite his meteoric rise, it’s his humility and warmth that continue to captivate everyone he meets.

Lingeriemaker! Suguru who is so deep in the art medium pulling ethereal designs that catches many off guard and cause him to rise above the rest and whose inbox is flooded with an offers to take the creative directors seat by various fashion brands. He has a right to become picky but in the end decides to establish his own name.

Lingeriemaker! Suguru who attends events after event, never growing tired of meeting new faces and hearing fresh ideas and conversing with new people. Quite the extrovert in the midst of his interests. God forbid he's actually excited 'You're really a conversative person Mr. Suguru' the interviewer giggled and he would have the prettiest smile that the viewers would gush much about across the media #suguru'ssmile trending for an entire month.

Lingeremaker! Suguru who when he sees you—you, gliding effortlessly through the chaos of the room, framed by golden light—who stops dead in his sentence brows knitting in frustration, hushing up the white haired model, that never seems to learn the word silence at crucial times Gojo screws his face up as Suguru claims he can't see you properly as he yapped on. 'who is that'

With a raised brow he pushes his hand away from his line of vision, 'Marketing agent, one of the best in the fashion world' he would whip his head back to Gojo in disbelief 'not a model?' Gojo would scoff throwing his hand around the male 'what you like what you see, I can set you up"

Lingeriemaker! Suguru who rejected Gojo's help, downplaying his interest in you on the spot. But he should have known better than leave his personal sketches and scribbles around his studio unguarded mentally punching himself for not storing latest works higher and further from his lanky ass.

Lingeriemaker! Suguru who later that night, long after the champagne glasses clinked and cameras dimmed, he’d find himself at his sketch table again, candles flickering, Gold thread unraveling beside him. Your silhouette haunts him. Not in a ghostly way—but in the kind of way muses do.

Pages fill. The collection changes. The theme shifts from “Divinity” to “She Who Walks Like Daybreak.”

When asked on a French morning show what inspired the shift, Suguru simply says: “I saw someone who reminded me that beauty doesn't beg to be seen—it just arrives, and the world rearranges around it.”

Lingeriemaker! Suguru who receives a message for Gojo late at night as he is sorting his pallet for the collection, 'i told you I got your back' which Suguru responds with a question mark before concluding that he was weird for the gazillion time shaking his head then turned his attention back to his computer screen, the soft light lit hitting his face.

Lingeriemaker! Suguru who the next morning would be woken up by his blaring door bell throughout the condo and when he switches on his camera and see's your face his eyes, done pops out of his head. 'what the fuck'

thinking of making this a fully fleshed fanfic series with smut on both ao3 and here.

[hastvic]

Oomf said winter soldier venom snake and my sleeper agent woke up as if someone was saying longing, rusted, seventeen, daybreak, furnace, nine, benign, homecoming, one, freight car

[destinationtrekk]

daybreak

Even a hardened Captain needs a break sometimes.

1.1k, S.T.A.R.S reader, set pre-RE1, cursing, that thing where guys put their head against your stomach for comfort <3

a/n: all my fics are cross posted to my ao3

-> masterlist

-> daybreak on ao3

7:06 a.m. 

Come to my office when you clock in. We need to talk. 

You heaved a sigh and let your phone in your hand fall to your side. Fuck. Your head dropped back and you let your eyes slip shut. Of all the things that could make your day any worse, this was it. You had woken up late, missing your alarm because your phone was dead, and then barely got dressed in time to stop for coffee. The barista recognized you, and told you they were out of your order with a sympathetic smile before you could even ask. You had settled for a flavorless black coffee, hoping the bitterness would kick start your morning - only to spill it on your floorboard as you nearly rear-ended someone else's cruiser in the parking lot. After finally making it to your desk, less than ten minutes late, thank you, your exclusive-not-boyfriend Captain texted you, absolutely solidifying your awful morning. 

You slumped in your chair, looking back to your desktop as it started up. You could easily tell him you just hadn’t seen his message, too wrapped up in rushing to work and catching up with the endless reports stacked on your desk, but he wouldn’t buy it. Wesker kept meticulous records of nearly everything at the station, including how many reports he expected from each agent. While you had plenty of paperwork to catch up on, you knew as well as him that nothing was so pressing you could justify ignoring him. 

It’s not that you didn’t want to see him - quite the opposite, really. In the month or so since you had started this… thing with him, you found yourself craving his touch more and more each day. You hadn’t really had sex yet, per se, but each late night at the station you spent alone with him got closer and closer to thoroughly tarnishing any sense of professionalism you had left, not that much was left anyway. You risked a glance to his office, the door cracked open, and your mind flooded with images of him. His sly smirk, his rumbling voice, his warm breath brushing the skin of your neck. You looked down and re-read his message, clenching your jaw and sighing again. Despite the butterflies in your stomach, excited for his attention even now, you knew this talk couldn’t be good. 

You waited a few more minutes, mindlessly shuffling papers around to look busy, until you finally summoned the courage to speak to him. You didn’t bother knocking, just slipping through his office door to stand stiffly in front of his desk. He was slouched in his chair, eyes lazily focused on his computer monitors with his sunglasses in his hand, one arm of them balanced on his lip. He rarely took them off, and you were relieved to see his expression openly. He didn’t look annoyed or pissed off, but that didn’t mean he was happy with you. 

“Took you long enough,” he murmured, finally acknowledging your awkward stance in front of him. He looked up at you, his sharp blue eyes roaming your figure before he motioned vaguely to the door. “Lock it, and close the blinds.” 

You couldn’t help the twitch of your lips as you followed his orders, coming back to stand in front of his desk when you finished. He seemed to slump further into his chair as he heard the lock click into place, tossing his glasses on his desk to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Come here.” 

Your brow furrowed when you approached him, leaning one hip on his desk and looking down at him. His shoulders were tense, and you risked placing a hand on his arm, squeezing gently. “You okay?” 

He took a moment to answer, but finally sat back and looked up at you. His expression was blank as always, but you could see the exhaustion in his eyes. “Long night.” 

You tilted your head and smiled in sympathy. “Thought you were bringing me in here to yell at me for something.” You consider him carefully for a moment. “Do you want to… talk?” 

He chuckled lightly, and reached up to grip your waist, his warm palm spreading wide against your thin uniform shirt. “No,” his voice was a mere rumble in the silent office. “I just…” 

He seemed to struggle, his body still tense. Even alone with you, he was rarely what you could call sweet . Gentle, yes, amused and kind, sometimes, if he was having a good day. But never hesitant, or lost for words like he was now. 

“I know.” You whispered, a hand coming up to pet his hair. You were careful to not ruffle the perfectly gelled style, and your heart clenched when he actually leaned into your touch. He pushed his chair back a bit, pulling you to stand between his spread legs. He gripped your waist with both hands now, broad palms encasing your body and sliding down, down, down until they rested on the backs of your thighs. Your hands were on his shoulder and cupping the back of his head, and without warning he leaned into your body, his forehead pressed into your stomach and arms wrapping loosely around your thighs. 

You froze for a moment, not expecting this physical display of vulnerability from him. You shook yourself out of it though, quickly sliding a hand down his back and letting your fingers bury in his hair, keeping him pressed against you. You rubbed random circles on his back, slipping your fingers beneath his shoulder holster to scratch lightly with your nails. You knew as well as anyone that the tight leather could be irritating after a long day. 

He groaned softly, the sound barely more than a hot puff of air against your stomach. One of his arms came sliding back up your thigh, brushing over your backside to spread his hand on your lower back. He gently pulled you closer, until his face was buried against you so tight you weren’t sure he could breathe. 

You huffed a laugh, and scratched your nails along his scalp. You spent a long moment with him like that, his breath warm against your stomach while you mindlessly rubbed his back and hair. Eventually, all too soon, he pulled back, pressing one lingering kiss to your hip before sitting back in his chair. His face was flush as he avoided your gaze, clearing his throat as you stepped away. You softly flattened his hair back to it’s previous perfect style and gave him a gentle smile. 

He looked up at you, eyes soft and brow furrowed. His voice was a rumble when he thanked you, hoarse like he could barely muster the air to speak. When you turned back to face him before you left, his expression was already hardened over again, sunglasses halfway to his face. His lips twitched in a smile one last time, and then he was back to work. 

You may not get to keep him, but at least you had this.

[12bucksundpommes]

There's a problem

Bucky x yn

Summary: y/n and bucky get captured by hydra and bucky is forced to watch them use the trigger words on y/n.

A/n: part 2 is now available, but idk how to put the link for it on this one, so you guys can access it easier.

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Bucky sat on the cold, hard floor of his cell, staring helplessly through the transparent barrier that separated him from y/n. The sterile, clinical environment of the Hydra facility made everything feel more oppressive. He tugged futilely at his restraints, frustration and fear gnawing at him. y/n was in the cell opposite his, her eyes wide with terror as she tried to process their dire situation.

"Stay strong, y/n" he whispered, knowing she couldn't hear him but hoping his presence might offer some comfort.

The door to y/n's cell slid open, and two Hydra agents walked in, dragging her to the center. Bucky's heart pounded in his chest as he watched them prepare to use the trigger words.

"No," he muttered, his voice shaking. "Not again. Please, not her."

One of the agents stepped forward and began to recite the words with cruel precision: "Longing. Rusted. Furnace. Daybreak. Seventeen. Benign. Nine. Homecoming. One. Freight car."

With each word, y/n's face twisted in agony, her body convulsing as she fought against the control. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she clenched her fists, trying to resist the programming. Bucky felt his own tears welling up, his soul shattering as he watched the love of his life endure the same torment he had known all too well.

"y/n, fight it!" he screamed, his voice raw with desperation. "Don't let them do this to you!"

But when the final word was spoken, y/n's expression went blank, her eyes devoid of emotion. The agents stepped back, satisfied with their work, and released her from the cell. She stood there, motionless, waiting for orders.

At that moment, the facility's alarms blared, signaling the arrival of the Avengers. Steve, Natasha, and Tony burst into the room, ready to rescue their friends. They paused, shocked to see y/n standing free, her face an empty mask.

"y/n?" Steve called out, lowering his shield slightly. "What are you doing?"

y/n didn't respond. Instead, she launched into an attack, her movements swift and precise. The Avengers were taken aback, trying to defend themselves without hurting her.

Tony turned to see Bucky in his cell, a look of anguish on his face. "What's going on?" he shouted over the chaos.

"They've got her under control," Bucky choked out, his voice breaking. "She's been triggered, just like they did to me."

Realizing the gravity of the situation, the Avengers shifted their approach. "We need to get Bucky out of there," Steve commanded. "Tony, get the door open."

Tony quickly hacked the cell controls, and the door to Bucky's cell slid open. Bucky rushed out, his focus solely on y/n. "We can't break the control," he said, his voice filled with sorrow. "We have to knock her out."

Steve nodded grimly. "Natasha, you handle it."

Natasha moved with precision, using her skills to subdue y/n without causing serious harm. With a swift, calculated move, she knocked y/n unconscious. Bucky caught her before she hit the ground, cradling her gently in his arms.

"It's okay, y/n" he whispered. "I've got you. We're getting you out of here."

They secured y/n in chains, ensuring she wouldn't hurt anyone if she woke up before they could help her. The team moved swiftly, making their escape from the facility. Bucky never let go of y/n, his resolve stronger than ever.

Back at the compound, they placed y/n in a secure room, surrounded by the best medical and psychological support the Avengers could offer. Bucky sat by her side, holding her hand, refusing to leave her alone.

"We'll find a way to break this," he vowed, looking at his teammates with determination. "We saved me. We can save her too."

Steve put a reassuring hand on Bucky's shoulder. "We'll do whatever it takes, Buck. We're in this together."

As the team set to work, Bucky stayed by y/n's side, whispering words of love and encouragement, determined to help her reclaim her freedom from Hydra's grasp.

[yourebeingsobrave]

Bucky x Female Reader (NSFW)

“Longing.”

“Rusted.”

“Seventeen.”

“Daybreak.”

“Furnace.”

“Nine.”

“Benign.”

“Homecoming.”

“One.”

“Freight Car.”

Bucky shot up from the floor. It was a dream. Another god damn nightmare. Bucky always slept on the floor. A bed was too… soft.

The bedroom door creaked open. There she was. Y/N. He had woken her. She looked tired. Damn it Barnes.

“Hey, you okay?” Y/N asked gently, walking towards his spot on the floor carefully. Y/N was sort of Bucky’s… caretaker. After his rehabilitation on Wakanda he needed someone to watch him, make sure he wasn’t doing anything illegal. So they sent in Y/N, a former S.H.I.E.L.D agent.

“I’m fine.” Bucky grumbled, attempting to wave her off with his vibranium arm. He could barely make eye contact with her. There was something about her- it made him want to run away from her and run towards her all at once. She never shared anything about her personal life and it only made Bucky more curious about her.

“Well, I’m already awake if you wanna talk about it. I’m not just your babysitter you know. I have a little empathy.” Y/N chuckled dryly and sat down by him on the floor.

There was an awkward tension surrounding them, their lack of knowledge on each other was painfully clear in this moment.

Y/N was quiet for a moment, giving Bucky her full attention with her body language and eyes. Almost like she was commanding him to tell her what he dreamt of… yet her face was still so gentle too.

“It’s all the same, these damn dreams. A replay of the people I’ve killed.” Bucky said in a non-chalant tone, as if it was nothing.

“None of that is your fault, you know that right? I’m sure it doesn’t stop the dreams but…” Y/N’s eyes darted all over Bucky’s face. He could feel her studying him, trying to understand.

“It doesn’t change that I did it.” Bucky said, feeling his own voice coming out more vulnerable now.

“But you can’t blame yourself.” Y/N insisted, her hand unconsciously reaching out over his. The touch replaced the uneasy tension with a different feeling. Comfort? Desire? Maybe a mix of both.

Bucky just grunted in response. She didn’t have the right to tell him what he could or couldn’t blame himself for. Although, the sentiment was sweet, she was wrong.

“Don’t be stubborn Mr. Barnes.” Y/N said, her eyes looking into his own with an intimidating intensity.

“Bucky.” Bucky corrected.

“What?” Y/N asked.

“It’s just Bucky.”

“Okay, Bucky. You need to go easier on yourself, understood?” Y/N spoke in almost a motherly tone, gentle yet firm. Making sure Bucky knew she was serious.

“Alright Y/N, alright.” Bucky said, his tone submissive. He knew she was stubborn, and it wasn’t worth trying to convince her that he was a bad man.

“Good.” Y/N said with satisfaction, her voice coming out more sultry than intended. She gave Bucky’s hand another squeeze before letting it go.

Bucky felt an emptiness in him the second her hand left his. He reached back out to grab her wrist as she was getting up.

“Please don’t go Y/N.” Bucky practically whimpered it out. He didn’t mean to, but something in that moment had him desperate for her.

Y/N face scrunched together in confusion. Bucky let go of her wrist immediately, what had come over him?

But to his surprise, she nodded and sat back down next to him.

“Come here.” She commanded softly, holding her arms out to him. Bucky listened and scooted closer into her hug. Y/N wrapped her arms around him gently and rested her chin on the top of his head.

Not a word from either of them. Just the two of them soaking in each others energy. Bucky wanted more of her. Her soft touch was something he hadn’t experienced in over 80 years. Sure, Steve had hugged him from time to time, but this was different. A woman’s touch was always different.

“Y/N?” Bucky whispered.

“What is it?” Y/N said, pulling her head away from his so she could look at him.

Bucky was silent for a moment.

“I want to kiss you.” He finally said softly.

Y/N cupped his cheek in her hand, a small smile growing on her face.

“I can arrange that.” And with that Y/N leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on his lips, but breaking away just as quickly.

Her lips were so warm and wet… Bucky was willing to bet the rest of her was too.

“Fuck.” He muttered under his breath.

Y/N looked at him with satisfaction and desire. Like she had gotten the best of him or something. She then leaned in to kiss Bucky again. Her hand went to the back of his head, gripping his hair tightly to keep him close. This kiss was longer, ending with Y/N biting at Bucky’s bottom lip as she pulled away.

“C’mon Bucky, you’re sleeping with me tonight.” Y/N ordered. She stood, offering her hand out to Bucky, leading him to her bedroom quickly.

Bucky followed, feeling his hand get clammy in hers. He was nervous, scared even… but he excited. God he hoped she would fuck him, he hadn’t had his dick in someone since the 40s.

As soon as they were in the room, Y/N pushed him to sit on the bed and crawled on his lap. Bucky let her. He knew he was stronger than her but he wanted her to take control. He hardly knew what he was doing with this kind of stuff anymore, he needed help.

And Y/N was going to help him.

Y/N moved Bucky’s semi-long hair away from his neck so she could kiss him there, lick him there, bite him there.

The feeling of her teeth on the thin skin of his neck drove Bucky wild. His breathing was getting heavier now, and his hands searched her back carefully, as if he was afraid of being scolded for touching her.

Y/N grabbed Bucky’s face, squeezing his cheeks together. “You grab me where you need to grab me Bucky.” Y/N ordered before letting his face go and crashing her lips into him yet again.

Bucky held her tighter now, his metal arm sliding up her back. He was sure to send shivers down her spine, but the quiet giggle Y/N let out ensured Bucky that she liked it.

Y/N was hasty, her hands went down to his waistline, he was only wearing underwear, it was the middle of the night after all. She slid them down with expertise. On her way down to his ankles she paused- right at his very hard cock.

Bucky watched as the drool traveled down from her lips to his cock. He could swear it was happening in slow motion, this was probably the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

Then Y/N finished, pulling his underwear off his ankles and tossing them to the side.

“I want you to take mine off now, can you do that for me?” Y/N asked softly, but she wasn’t really asking.

Bucky nodded, getting on his knees in front of her. His hands were shaky as they went for Y/N’s panties. He slid them down slowly, taking in every inch of her as more was revealed, as if she was a piece of artwork.

“Bucky, you’re doing amazing. Now lay down.”

Bucky did so, laying down with his arms propping up his torso, he had to keep his eyes on her. She was just too damn beautiful.

Y/N followed, straddling her legs around his waist. She leaned her body forward so her lips were against his ear and whispered.

“You’re going to put your cock inside me now.”

Bucky was silent, his eyes full of hesitation. Y/N pulled back, looking at him softly.

“Do you want me?” She asked. A stupid question truly.

“I do Y/N, it’s just-“ He was nervous, so damn scared.

Y/N covered his mouth before he could finish. “Then put your dick inside of me. You’ll do amazing, I know you will.” Y/N spoke slowly and quietly. “We can go as slow or as fast as you want.”

“Cmon, give me what I want.” Y/N said, more demanding this time.

“Okay Y/N.” Bucky said lowly. He gulped as he grabbed himself and steadied his tip at her entrance.

Before Bucky could push himself in, Y/N had pushed herself down.

Fuck she felt so good. Bucky gasped, and so did she. Y/N was kind enough to wait a moment, to let him process what was happening.

“How’s that?” Y/N teased, a sweet smile on her face as she looked down at him.

“Mhm.” Bucky whimpered.

“Use your words Bucky.”

“You feel so damn good.” Bucky groaned out. A smile grew on Y/N’s face at the comment. From there, she started moving her hips up and down, engulfing his cock with every movement.

Every so often she would switch up her hip movements into little swirls around him, and Bucky was finding it harder and harder to keep quiet.

“F-fuck-“ Bucky stuttered, the feeling over around him… wet… tight. He couldn’t contain himself. He hadn’t felt this good since… well- ever. Girls in the 40s never had the confidence to ride him like Y/N was now. It was incredible.

Bucky could feel himself getting close, frankly way too soon for his liking. His hands reached out to Y/N’s hips, not sure if he was steadying her or himself.

And just then, Y/N stopped. Stopped moving entirely. Bucky found himself thrusting his own hips, like an animal that only had one goal in mind.

“No Bucky, I need you to last a little longer, can you do that?” Y/N reached out to hold his face gently, her eyes darting over him- studying.

Bucky couldn’t respond, he was trying to steady himself, his hands gripped her hips tighter. The metal arm honestly holding her a little too tight- but he didn’t notice. Bucky took in a deep breath as he looked up at her, his eyes desperate and practically begging for Y/N.

“Can you do that?” Y/N repeated.

“Yes ma’am.” Bucky whispered.

Y/N smiled. They were both still for a moment. Then Y/N started moving again. She was soaking now, Bucky could feel it. Regardless of the pause they just took, Bucky was still throbbing, ready to cum the moment she let him. But he had to wait. He needed to please her.

Y/N leaned her body forward so she could embrace Bucky, making the fucking feel more like love making. He could feel her breasts pushed up against his chest. Fuck.

Bucky couldn’t stop himself from thrusting anymore, he had to, he needed to. He pounded his cock up in her as deep as he could. He swore he could draw out a map of the inside of her pussy just by feeling it. A feeling that would be engraved in his brain forever.

“Fuck Bucky, that’s good. Keep doing that.” Y/N whispered, biting her lip as she looked down at him… proudly? Whatever it was- Bucky liked it- and it made him want to listen to her even more.

He kept thrusting into her, his lips trembling as he felt himself- and her- getting closer.

“Y/N-“ Bucky whimpered, stuttered a little bit- as he tried to get her name off his lips.

“You’re doing so good Bucky.” Y/N assured, her pussy clenching around him. “You’re making me feel so good. Just a little bit longer until you can cum, okay?”

“Mhm.” Bucky’s face scrunched up, he could feel tears welling up in his eyes. Not from sadness or frustration- but pure anticipation. His hands gripped her back now, holding Y/N close in desperation- praying that she would let him cum soon.

“Oh god Bucky, right there baby- that feels so good.” Y/N said, her voice getting higher, softer. He felt her clenching him tighter than ever.

“Please Y/N, please let me cum.” Bucky whimpered out. His voice came out like a slut. Begging for her. Begging for his release.

Y/N came, her body spazzing forward, gripping Bucky with her nails as she finished. With her lips near his ear she finally gave him what he wanted.

“Cum. Now.”

Within a fraction of a second Bucky came, his body practically going into a seizure from the pleasure.

“F-f-fuck Y/N.” Bucky whimpered as he finished. Bucky hugged her torso tightly as he felt himself fill her. She was so warm and wet, he wanted to leave his cock in her even now that he’d came.

Y/N giggled quietly, with satisfaction over anything else. “You did really good.” Y/N praised.

Bucky was silent for a moment, his dick still soaking in her as he looked at her pretty face.

“Y/N?” He whispered. Bucky wanted to say he loved her. Fuck- that was stupid. He would sound like a teenage girl who just lost her virginity. He can’t tell her he loves her. Not when this was the only intimate thing they’ve done.

“Yes Bucky?”

“Thank you.” He said instead, saving himself from a whole lot of potential embarrassment.

“Anytime, Buck.” Y/N gave him a little kiss before pulling herself up and forcing Bucky to slip out of her.

She walked away from her own bedroom to the kitchen, leaving him to lie there as if nothing had happened. No after care, nothing. It only made Bucky want more of her.

“You’re welcome to sleep in bed, but only tonight. There is another bedroom you know. That has a bed and not just a floor.” Y/N shouted from the other room.

“No, floor is good.” Bucky responded.

“Suit yourself.” Y/N followed Bucky with her eyes as he walked out of the bedroom, placing himself in that same spot on the floor in the living room.

Y/N only laughed. She understood, it was hard for him to fall asleep on something so soft. She finished her glass of water and walked over to him on the floor.

“Goodnight Bucky.” She said softly. Y/N lifted his head up by his chin and planted a kiss on his forehead. Then walked back to the bedroom.

“Goodnight Y/N.” Bucky called out softly as she walked down the hall. He could feel his face getting red.

As Bucky laid down and fell asleep, it was the first night in years he didn’t have a single nightmare. He was going to need more of Y/N.

[kh-daybreak-cult-au]

To any of the union leaders: Did Agent Smith speak to you directly? Did they seem dangerous?

“He did. He spoke to all of us, I believe.”

“I wish I’d been wrong.”

(Response date: November 25, 1941)

(Unfinished semi-cannon fic answer below cut)

“Hello, you can call me Agent Smith. I would like to ask you a few questions”.

The man’s eyes might’ve been brimming with concern but Lauriam remembered enough to know that someone in a suit like that wasn’t a good thing. Any worry had to be a ruse. It had been a man like Smith who had taken him and Strelitzia away from their parents all those years ago. He wouldn’t make the same mistakes again.

“Do you mind telling me who you are?” The man continued, voice stern.

Lauriam also knew, though, that failing to cooperate wouldn’t work out well for anyone. He resigned himself and gave the man an answer, “Lauriam”.

“Last name?”

Furrowing his brow, he pushed himself to recall.

“…Belrose”

“Alright,” Smith pulled a notepad and pen out of his chest pocket and wrote down Lauriam’s name. “How old are you?”

“Seventeen”.

“And how long have you been here?”

“Just over ten years”.

The agent took down each thing he said, then his expression grew more serious. “The other kids here say you’re one of the people in charge. Is that true?”

That made Lauriam pause. If he were to answer truthfully, would that help or hinder him? Answering yes would certainly make him a target for more questioning, but lying could backfire

(more interview stuff would’ve happened here but, bah!)

“Thank you for your cooperation. I can only hope that the rest of your friends are more like you than they are your friend I talked to earlier. Brain, if I remember correctly?”

(Response date: September 6, 1941)

[artbyblastweave]

Happy New Year! Looking for comic recommendations, which are your favorites? Genre doesn't matter very much, I was raised on the original run of Amazing Spider-Man

Happy new year! Some fun ones from the last couple years-

Rock Candy Mountain by Kyle Starks and Chris Schweizer- Fantasy-americana post-WW2 madcap about an unbeatable hobo on a quest to find the titular Big Rock Candy Mountain, and the washed-up screenwriter he drags along for the ride. Two volumes.

We Only Find Them When They're Dead by Al Ewing and Simone Di Meo- space opera about mining crews who work harvesting tissues from dead galactus-like entities. Unlike most of these it was an ongoing I haven't caught up with and thus the only one I can't vouch to have stuck the landing. Great imagery though. Galactus Whalefall

Dead Body Road by Justin Jordan and Matteo Scalera- Elmore Leonard/Donald Westlake inspired crime-revenge-rampage/maguffin hunt thing. Actually anything Justin Jordan writes but I took some effort to prevent this entire list becoming Kyle Starks and Justin Jordan books 20th Century Men by Deniz Camp and Stipan Moran- Alternate history where the USA and USSR deploy nationalized superhumans to Afghanistan during the 1980s.

Daybreak by Brian Ralph. Zombie apocalypse story with the gimmick of being told entirely from a first-person perspective.

Frontiersman by Patrick Kindlon and Marco Ferrari- a 60-something Green-Arrow analogous superhero who's gone bush is coaxed out of hiding by environmentalists to do a tree sit protest, only for all hell to break loose as all the superhuman contacts he left hanging track him down to settle their accounts. He Will Not Leave The Tree. This was supposed to be an ongoing but I think it only managed one volume.

Hard Boiled by Frank Miller and Geoff Darrow- Gonzo retrofuturistic self-parody of Miller's usual fare, about a hard-as-nails guntoting unstoppable IRS agent whose choppy Noir narration reads like a stroke-in-progress. Rife with Miller's typical derangements about women, and carried in many respects by the visual buffet of Darrow's interiors, it nonetheless convinced me that All-Star Batman and Robin might have been written that way as a deliberate gag instead of out of a complete lack of self-awareness.

Ultimate Spider-Man by Bendis and Bagley- the progenitor of the original Ultimate Marvel Line, and also the progenitor of the Bendisian house style that would eventually eat the rest of Marvel's output for the 2000s and 2010s due to how popular it was. I got about 110 issues in until I got wrenched away from it by life developments a couple months back, but throughout that run it cemented itself as basically the cohesive take on Spider-Man for me.

[luzial]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @gefionne!!! Hope everybody enjoyed the first 11 chapters of Roots cause after Gef drops chapter 13 of These Hands, If Not Gods I will cease to exist!!!!!

Anyway, here's some of Roots Ch 12:

It was long after daybreak when they finally managed to get out of bed. Solas suggested a morning of sightseeing which made Ellana pout at him like he was being ridiculous. They were supposed to be laying low, she explained as if he'd somehow forgotten. It took some persuasion in various forms, but eventually he managed to convince her that there was no reason for Calpernia to look for them in places most frequented by tourists. The Tevinter agent would expect them to be in the city for their research ("We are here for our research," Ellana argued breathily while he placed a kiss beneath her ear), and she would know that the most logical places to find them would be archives and libraries. Once Ellana had come around to his idea, she insisted she needed to briefly leave the hotel to purchase 'supplies' - a dubious statement on which she refused to elaborate. She wrapped her hair in a scarf to conceal it and put her enormous sunglasses on her forehead. As she slipped out the door she gave him a pointed look, then slid her gaze toward the closet, then back to him again. "Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone," she warned him before closing the door behind her.

Tagging @sandetigerrr, @fadedsweater, @arrowfortea, @crackinglamb and anybody else who wants in!

[cherryqueen88]

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You're My Heaven Bucky x Reader @angrythingstarlight

Midnight Promises Bucky x Reader @fineprintedsunsets

✨here (doesn't have a title) Bucky x Shy!Reader @buckyalpine

✨Stealing Hearts Mob!Bucky x Thief!Reader @sinner-as-saint

Abandoned Bucky x Reader  @queen-of-the-avengers

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✨Safe and Sound Bucky x Librarian!Reader @sinner-as-saint

✨On his knees Hades!Bucky x Mortal!Reader @sweetsweetnuit

here (doesn't have a title) CEO!Bucky x Secretary!Reader @buckyalpine

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Safe Haven Bucky x Reader @sinner-as-saint

Rescue Me Bucky x Reader @sinner-as-saint

Santa and Sunshine Bucky x Reader @sinner-as-saint

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The Unseen Hades!Bucky x Reader @sinner-as-saint

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✨A Little Rusty Mechanic!Bucky x Reader @subwaysurf45

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✨What he did to me by opheliaapril

✨Moving forward by MadHatter2019

✨The Safety Deposit Box by tinytofuturle

✨The White Wolf by HumanDisorder

✨The Strong, Silent Type by Loloorenn

✨Coming in hot by adarasink

✨Good Heart (Faulty Machine of a Man) by lightninginmyeyes

[ivymarquis]

WIP Wednesday

Hello my loves I swear I am writing but at the moment it is like herding chickens- I have like 3 things Im writing rn.

So have a lil snippet of this Simon x Reader fic Im working on! Im still rewriting it because I decided to try and make it be a GN piece so we’ll see how that goes??

“Okay,” your voice is like music to his ears and Simon immediately stops what he’s doing, “I have one for you this time.”

Simon pesters you with his worst “dad jokes” often, so he supposes turnabout is fair play here.

“Let’s hear it then.”

“What’s the last thing to go through a bug’s mind when it hits the windshield of a car?” You pause for effect, not really waiting for Simon to make any sort of acknowledgement before continuing. “Its butt.”

Simon snorts- more of a huff, really- the sound short and low. “Got to hand it to you, pet- never heard that one before.”

You let out a pleased hum, obviously proud of yourself for eliciting the response from him. Contrary to his reputation, Simon can appreciate a bit or a joke as much as the next person.

He’s never met you in person (despite a handful of attempts on his end- trying to find you on base has been much like trying to wrangle down a feral cat), but that voice follows him everywhere. Keeps him cozy at night when he’s squirreled himself away until daybreak.

He’s not proud of the number of times your voice has been in the one in his head while his hand is stuffed down his trousers stroking himself- how many times he’s cum to the idea of you laying on her back, thighs spread wide to make room for him as he makes you see God.

Since he’s never seen you, the physical aspect of the person in his fantasy always changes- the color of your skin, the texture of your hair. Whether you have a light eyed, piercing gaze or seductive dark doe eyes. If you’re a short, plump thing with plenty to grab hold of or long and lean and easy to fold- the combinations are endless, each one as appealing as the last. The only constant is the way Simon is at half mast just thinking about that divine voice whining in his ear as he ruts away at you.

It’s easy to get pulled into the lull that it’s just you with him- that there isn’t an entire room full of agents behind you.

Of course it’s just as Simon’s mind starts to wander again that he gets his cue to go.

The mission is simple in the way that all missions are.

Step 1: Get in

Step 2: Don’t die

Step 3: Get out

Step 4: (Optional) go home and work out the stress of the mission by rubbing one (or several) out to the thought of you staring at him moon eyed and begging for his mouth between your legs.

Unfortunately for Simon, things get hairy somewhere around Step 2.

No pressure tags and Il flying off the seat of my pants at the end of my break so Im sorry if we’re moots and I didn’t tag you ;.;

@gaqalesqua @glossysoap @direwombat @g0dspeeed @thanksbutno98 @the-californicationist @391780 @ceilidho @pricegouge @yeyinde @captainfern @kneelingshadowsalome

[warriorofthought]

Winter

Summary: Even when Bucky is forced back into the Winter Soldier, he protects you, because the Winter Soldier loves you too, not just Bucky.

Word count: 2602

Warning: Mention of injuries and attacks

Winter Soldier x Scientist Reader 

You and Bucky have been together for a few years now. Bucky adores you and after his nightmares he is always searching for your closeness, because your warmth and your smell calm him down and with you he feels safe. You don't belong to the Avengers, but to Shield and you work there as a scientist. As a result, you have very little to do with the missions that Bucky and the Avengers handle on a daily basis. But Bucky loves to come back to you in the normal life.

As you are exploring your newest project, Bucky walks into your lab.

"Y/n, the others said they need your help with something and they want me to get you." 

You nod, quickly pack away the important stuff from your project, and walk along with Bucky to join the others. 

When you get there, Tony explains to you what they need you for and together you start planning. Bucky gives you a quick kiss on the forehead as he and Steve leave the room and then leaves the room satisfied.

In the evening Bucky, Steve, Sam and Clint join you and the rest of the team, they bring with them the food they have ordered. 

You all sit down at a large free table and eat together. Bucky sits next to you and talks to Sam. His hand searches for yours from time to time and his thumb gently rubs your hand. 

You catch Steve, Tony asking how far we've come with plans to stop Hydra's newest technology. Tony tells him that we've made great progress and will be finished by tomorrow morning at the latest, since we need to test it again to see if it works. After all, we got a little copy from the last mission from Natasha and Clint, which is a big help.

If we pull an all-nighter, we'll definitely make it.

Just as we were about to throw out the trash from dinner, Hydra agents suddenly burst into the room with their loaded machine guns and we all have to quickly bend down to protect ourselves from the bullets they are shooting at us. 

All the Avengers manage to grab their weapons that are lying in the room and you hide behind a pillar to avoid being hit by bullets.

By now the shower of bullets has stopped and you watch from your hiding spot how Natasha takes out three Hydra agents at the same time and you are amazed as always how easy she makes it look.

Then you see a Hydra agent coming out of the eye wrap and you try to get away from him but just as he tries to grab you, Bucky comes from the side and throws him against a wall and the agent lies on the ground in a state of dizziness. 

Then Bucky comes up worried.

"Are you ok" "yes" 

"Good let's get you out of here" with these words Bucky grabs your hand with his human hand and leads you safely out of the room to a corridor. 

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Just when you think you've made it safely out of Shield, a higher ranking Hydra agent shows up. He stops in front of both of you with his bazooka raised.

"Hello Soldier, it's been a long time since you've come back home."

Bucky wants to lead you to the door at the side without the agent noticing, but he fails.

"Well well well, I wouldn't do that or I'll shoot the scientist, we don't want that, do we?" 

Immediately Bucky stills in his movement and pulls you closer to his back by your hand.

Then you see the agent pull a piece of paper out of his pocket and he starts to read.

"Longing. Rusted." With a dark Russian accent, the agent reads the words.

Bucky's trigger words, shoot it into your head.

"No" Bucky shakes his head in horror.

"Y/n you need to get out of here, now!"

He tries to push you toward the door, but you don't move an inch.

"Seventeen. Daybreak."

"Y/n, please, I don't want to hurt you, get out!" he looks desperately into your eyes. 

The agent is getting closer to you and so his voice is getting louder. You see Bucky struggling with himself.

"Furnace"

"Y/n, please!"

You nod and let go of his hand.

"Nine. Benign. Homecoming."

You rush to the door, but it is ripped open and two Hydra agents come in and block your way. One grabs you by the arm and drags you back to Bucky, you don't stand a chance against the agent although you try to break free and push yourself against him.

"One. Freight car." Reads the Hydra Commander from the paper and Bucky went stiff, collapsing as he struggled to hold back the Winter Soldier. He couldn't let you see him like this. He couldn't risk hurting you. But the programming took control, and he lost himself.

"Soldier?" the man asked.

"Ready to comply," came Bucky's cold voice.

"Soldier, I command you to kill the scientist." The man was pointing at you. He crumpled up the note and stuffed it into his pocket, because he didn't need it anymore. Bucky was now under his control.

The Winter Soldier turned to you.

The Hydra agent who was holding you roughly shoves you forward and you fall hard to your knees, even though your hands probably took most of the fall, it hurt like hell.

Then you hear Bucky's metal arm whirring and you look up to see he's already watching you. He's moved a little closer to you.

You straighten up a bit to get a better look at him.

"It's okay Bucky, you can't help it, I'm still going to keep loving you," you say softly, staring into his eyes. As soon as you said his name, something flashed behind his eyes. 

The Winter Soldier looks into your eyes and you can see a soft expression flash in them for a brief moment. 

"Kill her, Soldier," the Commander comments. The Winter Soldier nods.

Before you or anyone else can react, the Winter Soldier pulls out his gun, turns to the Commander, shoots him and then the two agents who are standing behind you, then he puts his gun away and comes to you. 

Surprised, you slide away from him, but you don't get far because he surprisingly gently grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him. Once you're close enough to him, he grabs your face and lifts it up a bit, toward him. 

It seems as if he is looking for something in your face.

"What... what's wrong?"

"Are you hurt?" the words come out of him.

"Uhh... I think so, my hands and knees are scraped up and my wrists hurt, but I don't think it's too serious."

When you say that, he immediately looks at said spots and if the agents weren't already dead, he would certainly do it again, his facial expressions tell you that before he suppresses his emotions again.

He stands up and before you can do the same he lifts you up, his flesh hand under your legs and his metal arm pressing you against him, you wrap your arms around his neck for a better grip and you hold on him firmly.

Then he looks at you again checking.

"Are you afraid of me ?"

"Should I be afraid of you?"

"No"

"Good, as long as you don't give me a reason to be, I'm not, Bucky."

As you say his name, you notice him flinch for a moment. Then he starts to move. 

He walks you out the door to the outside and quickly runs towards a car, as a couple of Hydra agents come towards us, he pushes your head into his neck and kills them. 

Once at the car he puts you in the passenger seat and himself at the wheel and drives off, but before he does he locks the car door so you can't get out on your own. Then he starts the car and speeds off from the Shield grounds. 

"Where are we going, Bucky?"

He ignores your questions. You look at him. Concerned, your eyes roam over his stature.  Tall and tense, with no emotion to read off, his hands hold the steering wheel tightly, but not too tightly. 

"Where are we going, soldier?" This time you get a reaction, you see his right hand tense briefly and then release.

Uncertain, you chew your lip, trying to figure out what he's up to.

"Soldier, what is your mission?" You ask him as soon as he stops at a traffic light.

"My mission?"

"Yes, what is your mission" you nod confirming your answer.

"My mission, Y/n, is to protect you and keep you safe."  As he says this, he looks you in the eye and his voice just drips with seriousness. He wants to protect you. Also, you see that in his eyes is not the gentleness of Bucky, but that of the Winter Soldier, cold but in some way loving and gentle toward you. 

"Protect... me?"

"Yes, you are a top priority, Y/n."

Understanding, you nod and lean back, then gaze out the window. You're sure the Winter Soldier really means it and doesn't want to kill you backhandedly. 

_________________________________________________________________________________________

It has been more than 2 hours now that he is driving. Slowly you are getting impatient.

"Bucky, how long are we going to drive?"

"Winter."

"What?"

"Call me Winter, Bucky isn't here right now"

"Okay, okay Winter, how much longer are we driving?" You look over at him questioningly.

"An hour or more" he mutters in a raspy voice.

Before you or he could have reacted the car is suddenly hit by another car.

The car is thrown to the side and flips over, meanwhile your head hits the window glass, it shatters into thousands pieces and a throbbing pain spreads through your head. When the car comes to a stop, you look over at Bucky. He unbuckles his seatbelt and pulls open his dented door and runs over to the car that hit you. You see Hydra agents running towards him and Bucky kills them easily. 

Then a few more cars come to a stop and you see more Hydra agents get out. 

You have to close your eyes for a moment because of the severe pain in your head and when you open them again, the dizziness is gone. 

Then you see that one of the hydra agents runs up to the car you're in and you realize he wants to get to you. 

You need to get out of here. Now.

You let your hands wander to the seatbelt and start to unbuckle it, but the seatbelt is stuck. Panicked, you try to get free, but it doesn't work. You look around with a pounding pain in your head and see that there is a knife on the floor of Bucky's seat. Quickly, you reach out and grab it. Then you try to cut through the seat belt. When you look back out, you see that the Hydra agent is almost there. So you cut the belt faster. Then you've managed to do it, just at that moment the Hydra agent pulls open the door and you jump over into the driver's seat, but he grabs your foot and wants to pull you towards him. Screaming, you fight back and kick him with your other foot.

Your screaming draws Bucky's attention and he sees the trouble you're in. So he wants to help you, but he can't get away because some new Hydra agents have just arrived.

You meanwhile see the Hydra agent who grabbed your foot take a knife out of his side pocket.  

"You shouldn't fight back or I'll have to hurt you." With that, he joyously waves the knife around in his hand.

You continue to push yourself away from him and your hand feels the door handle, quickly you squeeze it and force the door open, then you try to shake your foot out of his clamp grip and stumble out of the car. Then you start running. 

Just away from there. 

You hear the Hydra agent cursing behind you, but you keep running. Then suddenly you feel a terrible pain in your leg and fall down with a cry of pain, you look down and see that there is a knife stuck in your calf. 

Goddamn it

Before you can react, the Hydra agent that just attacked you is in front of you again, he pulls the knife out of your leg and throws you over his shoulder. Scared, you pound on the agent's back. 

"Let go of me!"

"Let go of me!" 

"Please, let me go!" you beg. But the agent doesn't care, instead he grabs your leg right into your wound and you cry out painfully, tears running down your face. 

Then suddenly you land on the ground, not hard but not soft and you hear the Hydra agent who carried you scream in pain before it goes silent. As you rise to your knees, you see Bucky coming towards you.

He grabs your leg and binds it with a piece of cloth, then takes your face in his hand and brushes away your tears.

"It's okay, I'm here, it's going to be okay. Don't cry. I'll take you to safety now!" Nodding, you lean against him. He in turn immediately takes you in his arms and stands up with you on his arm, and then he leaves with you. Looking back, you see that all the Hydra agents are lying motionless on the floor.

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When you arrive in a hotel room, Bucky sits you down on the bed. Then he gets stuff to take care of your injury. He bandages your leg after he has cleaned the wound and also the wound on your head before he sticks a plaster on it, then he gives you painkillers.

Your head and leg hurt like hell and you hope the pills will work soon.

"What do we do now?" You look at him with a curious face.

"We'll make sure you're better and then I'll make sure you're in a safe place where Hydra can't get to you so easily."

"What about our friends, Winter?"

"We don't need them, we just need us."

"Just us?"

"Yes"

"Did you actually get hurt, Winter?" worried, you sit back up as you realize your words. Your heart races at the thought he might be injured.

You grab him by his shoulders and pat him gently to see if he's losing blood anywhere. He isn't. With relief, you let your hands wander to his face and take a good look at it, there are no wounds to be found there either. You sigh again in relief and carefully brush a strand of hair from his face.  

As you put your hand back on his cheek, you notice how he slightly leans his head towards you, lightly you smile and look him in the eyes. 

"How are you feeling, y/n?"

"Well, according to the circumstances, in pain, but the pills seem to be kicking in, Winter."

He takes your hands in his and makes sure you lie back down.

"That's good."

"Winter, I'm sleepy," you murmur as you let your head sink back into the pillow. 

He takes off your shoes and covers you properly. Then he gently brushes a string of hair out of your face.

"Sleep, I'm here, nothing will happen to you, I promise."