#and even though it was another company that suffers that incident ofc everyone in the same industry in the general area had to inspections

[selamat-linting]

i know manifestation doesnt work and that you cant exactly will a tragedy to existence, but it still spooks me when someone seriously says "someone's going to die" when looking at genuinely dangerous / unsafe situations. like, the mentality that your every word is a prayer haven't died despite me rationally knowing its not true or even strongly supported in a theological sense.

[andinewton]

Healing the Hurt - Avengers Redemption Series - Part Two

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Amelia Richards (OFC), pretty much everyone from the MCU appears at some point!

Pairings: Bucky x Amelia (ofc)

Warnings:  Chronic pain, physical disability, implied smut, eventual smut, swearing, fertility issues, pregnancy, angst with a happy ending, Stark has a heart.

Word Count:  151372 (complete with additional epilogues added)

Summary:

Everything is going well at Avengers Tower, Bucky is integrating into the team slowly but surely; he longs for his confidence back but knows it's going to be a long road, never more than when he meets the new secretary at his doctor's office.

Amelia Richards is a career SHIELD agent, recruited straight out of college into the "company" but now she finds herself passed around from department to department, her latest position as a secretary at Avengers Tower proving monotonous compared to her former life, but when James "Bucky" Barnes walks into her office one Friday evening everything changes...

Join Bucky as he rediscovers parts of himself he had thought long lost with someone who considered herself broken for a long time, helping one another heal in more ways than one...

A/N:  So, here is my second ever Avengers fic! Carrying on from the first and crossing over in time at one point, we pick up where Bucky has been with the team for a short time and while things are tense things are relatively stable. Loki and Sigyn (if you haven't read the first part, seriously, get over here now!) have bit parts in the story but we are following Bucky as he works through some things, and OFC Amelia as she learns an awful lot too, not just about Bucky but also about herself!

I have chosen to give Amelia a chronic pain condition, something I myself am housebound with, and after discussing it with my bestest bestie who also suffers similarly, Deni, I went with the plan that we would have a female lead who has pain and mobility issues, someone who Bucky could sympathise with at least in part, particularly when it comes to asking for help, which has taken me a very long time to come to terms with.

This one isn’t quite as graphic as Loki & Sig’s story, with regard to smut.  It is implied at one point, but eventually there are some smutty epilogues!

I hope you enjoy this, it's not as long as Loki and Sigyn, but their story spanned centuries so I had a lot more to play with, but I hope it's just as much fun to read.  There is another completed part, Loki and Sigyn centric again, and a fourth in the works, so lots more in this series to go yet!

Master List

Straight in with a man bun!

Chapter 1

Summary:  Bucky and Amelia meet.

Everything was going…okay. Bucky was almost afraid to think things were going well, for fear of jinxing it somehow, but okay covered it, just with less emphasis. Thanks to a combination of Wanda and her abilities and Stark’s BARF; Bucky agreed with Howard’s son that the acronym needed word; all of the programming implanted by HYDRA was nothing more than a memory, and with extensive therapy he felt more like a person and less of an asset for the first time in years. He was glad the stigma of speaking to shrinks that there was back before he became the Winter Soldier had gone and that it was a normal thing now as he had found the sessions helpful with his guilt, his grief, even his PTSD. Once a month he was sent home with a survey which he would complete and return to the office within The Avengers Tower, which was what he was doing now, riding the elevator up to drop off his latest paperwork.

Amelia Richards was just closing down her computer for the day. Her new assignment as secretary to the team of psychiatrists was well below what she was trained for, but ever since the Triskelion incident what good remained of SHEILD didn't seem to know what to do with her. Instead of taking the settlement and leaving the service, as a lot of her fellow injured colleagues had, she stayed on, but field operations were no longer an option. Some days the pain was worse than others, and it made her tired and frustrated in so many ways, but she went where The Avengers and SHIELD needed her, doing small, thankless jobs that were a far cry from her former life. She heard the elevator down the corridor from her office ping, and she hoped it wasn’t someone coming here. With the computer shut down and everyone else gone for the weekend there would be little she could do for anyone. Actually, she knew that wasn’t true. If she had to she would turn the machine back on and help any way she could, she just wasn’t the sort to turn someone away if they needed her, no matter how small the matter. She sensed rather than heard someone approaching, her senses still finely tuned to subtle changes, and she turned on her brightest smile as someone crossed through the open doorway. Bucky stopped and looked at the woman smiling at him before checking the number on the door. Either he had the wrong office or she was new, and he would have remembered her. She was beautiful. Thick chestnut hair fell down her back and her smile lit up her features from her pink lips to her wide, hazel eyes. She had spoken, he was sure she had, but he completely missed what she said. Amelia had stumbled over her greeting when she realised who had just walked in. Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, legendary Howling Commando and reformed HYDRA assassin, stood in the doorway, his piercing blue eyes staring at her so intently that instead of asking if she could help him she asked; ‘Can you help me?’ He didn’t seem to know how to respond, he just kept staring at her with his well defined lips slightly parted. His hair was tied back in a small man bun and he wore a grey zip up, black sweats and sneakers, as though he were on his way to or from the gym. A plain black glove covered his prosthetic hand but, damn, if he wasn’t the most attractive man she had ever seen in her life. ‘Sorry.’ They both said at once and Bucky was finally able to move again, his feet leading him to stand in front of her at the desk. ‘How can I help you?’ Amelia made herself say carefully so this time she didn’t mess it up. ‘I have my monthly survey.’ He held up the envelope in his hand. ‘Oh, I know what to do with that!’ She grinned, glad it didn’t require the computer to be turned on again. She took one of the secure envelopes from the desk drawer and held it open for him to slip his smaller document envelope into before she sealed it and offered him a pen. ‘If you’ll just sign along the seal, then I’ll drop it in the safe.’ Bucky had done this before, the explanation was unnecessary, he preferred to drop his paperwork off late as he ran into less people, most still regarded him cautiously, despite all the reassurances he was no longer a danger. ‘Sure thing.’ He took the pen and bent over the desk, scrawling his signature across the seal then passing them both back to her. She thanked him quietly and signed her name beside his. ‘You’re new, right?’ Bucky asked quickly before he lost his nerve. ‘Just this week.’ She pushed herself up heavily on the desk before taking the few steps to the drop safe where she deposited the envelope. He noticed she had a slight limp, as though her muscles were stiff, but he also admired how her grey pinstripe suit fit her frame, standing perhaps as tall as Natasha and equally proportioned. ‘How are you finding it?’ He asked as she turned back and came to lean on the desk, a little heavier than just to be casual. ‘Another learning curve.’ She shrugged. ‘But I pick things up fast enough.’ ‘Good. You’re from England?’ He asked, recognising her accent although it wasn’t quite the clipped upper crust Peggy’s or Falsworth’s had been, but held a side of something else. ‘Originally.’ She replied, her smile still bright. He nodded, not sure what to say next. ‘Well, you look like you’re finishing for the day, so I’ll leave you to it.’ He indicated to the darkened monitor. ‘I was, thank you. Have a good weekend.’ ‘You too.’ He backed up two paces so he could still see her before turning and leaving. Amelia enjoyed the view and sighed. Maybe this assignment wouldn’t be so boring, with eye candy like that occasionally visiting.

Chapter 2