#angry!Bucky Barnes

[braveclementine]

Valentine

Warnings: 18+readersonly, heavy angst, hard pregnancy

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

Steve could feel himself struggling as he came awake and that made him struggle more in panic. But soon, his eyes were blinking open and he saw the comforting, dim lights of the med-bay in the Avengers Compound. He could feel plastic over his face, stale oxygen from a tank being forced down his lungs. 

He felt a little sluggish and looked over to see Bucky sitting in the chair close to the bed, looking extremely worried. Sam was there too and Bruce was standing by the foot of the bed. 

Steve reached up, taking the mask off, "What- Why-?" He suddenly remembered where he had been last and he tried throwing himself out of the bed. Bucky grabbed his shoulders, slamming him back down into the sheets, pushing his body weight to keep him in bed, "Elizabeth!" Steve gasped wildly. He could hear a heart monitor going off. 

"She's fine." Bucky said forcefully. "Steve, she's fine. She's upstairs with Thor." 

"I need to see her." Steve gasped out. It wasn't that he didn't believe Bucky, but he felt strange now, like he wouldn't believe it until he saw her. 

"Okay, just give Bruce a second." Bucky said softly, stroking his hair back. 

Steve rested back into the pillows as Bruce approached him gently. "How do the lungs feel?" 

"Uh, fine." Steve said, trying to focus on himself now. "I'm fine." 

"Okay well I need you to stay in here a couple more hours and don't move." Bruce ordered. 

"What happened?" Steve demanded. 

"Seems like the spy again." Sam said softly, his teeth gnawing at his bottom lip in worry. "They messed with the air filters. Lowered the Oxygen levels in Elizabeth's room. Not enough that she noticed, but for super soldier lungs. . ." 

"Shit." Steve groaned. "That's why I felt so weird. I thought I was just running on a high from the play." 

Sam nodded. "I thought the air felt strange and then I went in and you'd passed out. Thor helped me get you down here and then took Elizabeth with him to the living room. She's fine, she didn't even have to go on a ventilator. She's worried about you though. L.I.T.Z.Y. is supposed to let her know when you wake up. She'll probably be here soon." 

Steve nodded, letting himself lay right back into the pillows. "Okay. I just. . . waking up here and she wasn't here. . ." 

"Understandable." Bucky said softly, leaning over and kissing his shoulder sweetly. He could tell they had been worried about him a lot. 

"Everyone else?" 

"They're all fine. It looked like it was just trying to get Elizabeth again." Sam said softly, sitting on the end of the bed. 

"Doctor Banner, we have an immediate emergency." F.R.I.D.A.Y.S voice suddenly said through the intercom. 

"Where?" Steve demanded, ready to fly to Elizabeth's side. 

"It appears that Ms Moscaw is encountering problems with her pregnancy. Her heart rate spiked and has now dropped dramatically low. She isn't responding to my commands." 

"Bruce." Sam said urgently as the man started to turn green, fear in his eyes. 

"I need- to get to my room." Bruce gasped. "Get Strange into Violetta's room." 

"I've got you." Sam said and Steve watched helplessly as his soulmate led Bruce from the room. 

Bucky was on the phone, speaking quickly into it. Then he was off of it, his fingers flying as he sent a text. 

Elizabeth ran into the room then, "Steve!" 

"Princess." He murmured, pulling her into his arms tightly. 

"Are you okay?" She asked, cupping his face. Her brown eyes were wide and full of worry. 

"Yes. I just hope Violetta is too." 

🪣🔰 Ⓟⓞᐯ 匚ħαภ𝓖ⓔ 😵♻️

Violetta laid on the floor of her bedroom, her vision spotty. But she couldn't focus on that as she tried, instead, to focus on breathing. She knew she needed to move, to sound some alarm. She just hoped that her not answering F.R.I.D.A.Y. was alarming enough. 

It had been so sudden. . . the pain. One minute she'd been trying to figure out what she was going to wear cause Katya had wanted to swim in Starks' pool but she didn't know if she really wanted to wear a bathing suit. The next minute, something felt like it had smashed her ribs and she was on the floor in pain. 

She felt something sliding down her chin and she shakily wiped it away. Her fingers came away red. 

She tried to breathe in, but her lungs didn't seem to be working. She was thrown into flashbacks of being in that awful place. Maybe she was still there. . . being whipped again. Had she failed something? 

"Vi?" An urgent voice said from above her. Hands were on her body. 

"No!" She tried to gasp out. "No leave me alone! I'm sorry!" 

"Vi, it's okay. It's okay Vi." Hands tilted her face up towards them and she was the vague outline of. . . was that Josh?

"Josh?" She choked out, tears filling her eyes. She thought she might be lifting her hand to touch his face. She missed him so much. Why would she miss him like this? 

"No, Vi." A soft voice said. "It's me, James. James Rhodey. I'm sorry." 

Vi felt weird and then felt arms lifting her. She could make out Stranges' voice now, barking orders and the sounds of machinery. "No!" She shouted, wishing she could struggle. "No please!" 

"Vi it's okay." Rhodey's voice whispered in her ear. "Vi, just focus on my voice. You're safe. I need you to take shallow breaths for me. Don't try to breathe deep." His voice faded in and out along with her consciousness. 

"VI!" A voice suddenly shouted, feminine and scared. Was that Ahni? Or Mai? It didn't sound like them. "VI! Is she okay! Tell me she's okay!" 

No, it was accented, but it wasn't African or Asian. It was some sort of European. Maybe EuroAsian? Katya? Nat? Wanda? 

Everything went black. 

😵‍💫✅ ρＯש Ｃ𝔥Ã𝔫Ğ𝐞 🍭🫱

"Is she okay?" Natasha begged Stephen as the doctor started to work over her. Violetta had fallen unconscious, an oxygen mask over her face now. 

"Natasha." Stephen turned to her, a look on his face. "I know you love her, but I need you to back up. I need space. I don't have anyone else here to help me. Bruce has hulked and I don't have Shuri." 

"But what happened?" Nat asked, wiping her eyes. 

"It seems the baby was ready to come out." Stephen sighed heavily. "But he uh- well he kicked her ribs to hard. There's five broken ones and the top one seems to have pierced her lung." 

Nat sank to her knees by the bedside, sobbing. 

"Fuck." Stephen muttered. Nat heard him muttering to someone else who must've come into the room. 

"Nat?" Soft hands were on her shoulders, trying to pull her away from Violetta. "Nat, we have to leave okay? Stephen needs his space." 

Nat turned angrily on the person behind her, but seeing that it was Penny, her pale face splotchy with pink and red from crying too, she softened. Penny loved Violetta too. This was what was best for Vi. 

Natasha clung to Penny as the albino girl led her from the room. They settled outside on one of the plush couches that Stark had put in the hallway. Clint and Katya came running down the hallway just then. 

"Nat?" Clint asked softly, pulling her into a gentle hug while Kat hugged Penny. 

"Stephen says it's going to be close, but he thinks she'll make it." Penny said in a quavering voice. "But he doesn't have the help he needs. I'm going to find Wong. Maybe he can get Shuri over here to help him." She ran back down the hallway. 

🈯️🌎 𝐏𝐨𝓿 ⓒ𝒽𝔞几ｇ𝐞 🫥🫲

T'Challa and Shuri were actually already there, having gotten there ten minutes prior. It was supposed to be to surprise them that they were there, but seeing the frantic looks everyone was sharing wasn't comforting. 

"What happened?" T'Challa demanded, pulling Wanda to the side. 

Wanda gave him a startled look and then said, "Something has gone wrong with Violetta's birth. From what I've heard it broke some of her ribs." 

T'Challa's heart started to race. Bruce and Violetta were very close to his heart before some of the others. To know that she was having complications that was making everyone panic was terrifying. 

"Bruce has gone into Hulk mode. And-" 

"Shuri!" T'Challa turned to see that Penny was running towards them, skidding to a stop. Her lovely white hair was pulled up into a bun and her fair face was blotchy as she had been crying, "Please, Stephen needs your help with Violetta. He can't do all of it himself and Bruce isn't available." 

"Of course." Shuri said, his sister and Penny running off immediately. 

T'Challa turned back to Wanda. "Why aren't there any doctors on sight." 

"Dr. Cho was supposed to be here yesterday but she had complications in her lab and she got held up." Wanda said, voice shaking, "And the doctor that Tony had hired for the pregnancies had a death in her family. She's literally at the funeral right now and she's not supposed to be back until next week." 

"Where's Bruce? Why isn't Nat with him?" T'Challa demanded. 

"Nat's having an episode." Wanda admitted, biting her bottom lip. "Violetta's complication has her freaking out. She's not in any condition to go near Bruce and quite frankly, I don't think the others would let her since she's pregnant." 

"Let me see if I can." T'Challa said softly. 

"He's on a special room on the eighth floor." Wanda said quickly. "Tony designed it specifically for Bruce. You'll need the highest clearance to get into the room. The password is a series of codes. First you'll do purple, blue, red, orange, green, yellow, blue, green, yellow, red, purple, orange. And then-" 

T'Challa grabbed Wanda's arm, dragging her with him. "Okay just tell me what to do when we get there." 

The two of them headed up to the floor and Wanda quickly repeated the information. Then T'Challa put in a long series of numbers before putting in the final password 'Penelope'. 

"Go back downstairs." T'Challa ordered Wanda, hand on the door. He could hear the Hulk roaring behind it and knew that his time frame was going to be short. He opened the door and slipped inside. 

He winced, seeing that Sam had been in the room, tossed against the wall and still. Bruce was going to feel extremely guilty for that later. 

The Hulk snarled, turning around as T'Challa slowly approached him. He was greatly reminded more of a baby animal when it had just been born, or if it was hurt in the wild. You had to tread slowly and carefully in order to not startle it. 

"Hulk." T'Challa said slowly. "You okay buddy?" 

The Hulk roared, nearly bursting T'Challa's eardrums and then growled, "Baby hurt V. Hulk fault." 

"No, it's not." T'Challa said evenly. "Listen to me. The baby broke a rib. But it's okay, babies do that all the time. You're a doctor, you know that. So it's not your fault Hulk. And it's not Bruces' either. It's nobodies fault, it's just a sad accident. But here's the thing, V might make it Hulk. But for that to happen, Stephen needs Bruces' help delivering the baby and keeping V safe. Can you let Bruce back? So that V and the baby are safe?" 

The Hulk had calmed down a lot and T'Challa took another step forwards, gently reaching out and running his fingers against the back of Hulks' hand. "Bruce? V needs you, badly. Stephen needs your help. A lot. And I need you too. Okay, Sithandwa sam?"  [My Love]

T'Challa heard a noise behind him but didn't dare turn around. It didn't seem to startle Bruce either as he slowly continued to shrink, becoming more and more himself until he was shivering in T'Challa's arms. 

"I- I'm sorry." Bruce whispered. 

"It's okay." T'Challa said, seeing that the person was James and he was carefully taking Sam into his arms, carrying him out. He hoped Sam was okay too. 

"It's just a rib?" Bruce asked, trying to stabilize himself. 

"That's what I've heard." T'Challa nodded. "Possibly more than one. I don't know." 

"Babies do break ribs." Bruce said, more for himself. "Rue broke Elizabeth's' rib twice." 

"Really?" 

"I just didn't have to heart to tell Bucky." Bruce admitted softly. "I thought he'd blame himself. . . just like I do." 

"Bruce, I love you." T'Challa said, urgency seeping into his voice, making his accent thicker. "And the last thing I want to do is rush you. But Stephen is in desperate need of your help." 

Bruce nodded, standing up. "On it." Bruce paused and turned back, "I love you too. I'll come find you when this is over." 

T'Challa smiled and watched him run out of the room. 

🤐🫳 ｐ𝓞𝓋 ⓒ𝓱ΔŇⒼ𝐞 🌍👨‍💼

Steve was glad that Sam was safe, his dark soulmate sitting on the bed with Elizabeth. The three of them were all very quiet, waiting for Bucky to come back. 

Suddenly, they heard voices in the hallway. 

"What?" Bucky's voice was snappish and angry. Steve wondered what had happened. 

"James, I just wanted to talk to Steve." Sharons' voice said, pleadingly. 

"Fuck off Carter." Bucky said, to aggressively for Steve's liking. He knew that Bucky was being protective of Steve, thinking that it was okay to be rude to Sharon because she'd hurt Steve. But Steve didn't want Bucky lashing out at her just cause of him. She was still a lady. 

"James, I know you're mad at me but Steve's in the hospital and I just want to make sure that he's okay." Sharon said, desperately. 

"He's more than fine. Our doll is with him." 

Elizabeth smiled happily at that. 

"He still has other friends besides Nelson!" Sharon snapped. "She isn't the only girl in his life." 

"I wasn't aware that Steve had friends." Bucky replied coolly. "From what I understand, he's got lovers and he's got soulmates. Funny, you don't seem to fall into either of those categories." 

"That's rude." Sharon snapped. "He has friends." 

"Yeah and none of them start with S and end with -haron." Bucky sneered. 

"I don't need this condescending tone and rude attitude James." Sharon snarled. "I made mistakes! I get that, okay! And I'm not here to try and get Steve to love me again-" 

"He never loved you." Bucky replied cruelly. 

Steve sighed, "Sam can you go stop him?" 

"Sure Cap." Sam said softly, standing up. 

"Cause you know what? I've known him longest, loved him longest. And not once have I ever seen him interact sexually with a blond. Not once, until you. He's fucked light brown, dark brown, red heads, black, and white hair. But not dirty blond. You're not his type and I always wondered why he put up with you. But it was Peggy. It was always Peggy that he loved and that's the only reason he loved you was because you were Peggy's niece. That's it. If you weren't, you wouldn't have pulled a look from him." 

"So you're saying brown hair is the only reason he's fucking the Nelson slut? Give me-" 

Sharon cried out and Steve was tense until he heard Sam's voice, trying to calm Bucky down. 

"C'mere Princess." Steve whispered to Elizabeth, who looked a little hurt while also looking confused. 

Elizabeth crawled over and he pulled her into his arms. Bucky stormed into the room seconds later, Sam coming back after a few minutes. 

"James?" Elizabeth asked cautiously. He turned, angry eyes on her, before he softened a little. 

"Sorry Doll." Bucky sighed, patting her head and slumping into a chair. "Just stressed with everything." 

"You okay?" Steve asked quietly. 

Bucky sighed. "Bruce was calming himself down and admitted that Rue broke Elizabeth's ribs when she was pregnant with her. And he told T'Challa that he didn't tell me cause he thought I'd blame myself. Which I probably would've but I still wanted to know!" 

Steve nodded, feeling irked at Bruce then. That was something they should have known. 

"I wish I remembered." Elizabeth said softly, looking down at her stomach, putting a hand there. "I want to remember what it felt like. Being pregnant. Carrying little babies in me. It must be strange but fulfilling, knowing that you're protecting and carrying new life inside of you." 

"You were an amazing mother." Sam said, squeezing her hand. "And whenever you're ready, I'm sure you can feel it again." 

Elizabeth smiled and curled more into Steve, quickly falling asleep. And the other three soon followed suit. 

🎓🥴 ρᗝᐯ ⓒᕼⓐŇ𝕘є 🌏🪐

Bruce was dozing lightly next to Violetta. It had been days since their son had been born. A little boy that had Violetta's light skin and his dark eyes. His hair was curly like his but was the same shade as hers. He had no idea what to name him or what Violetta had wanted to name him. 

He knew that she had been hoping it would be a girl so that she could name her 'Valentina' after her sister. But she had never said anything about a boy name. 

Violetta's heart rate was steady and everything looked okay. Him, Stephen, and Shuri had managed to stabilize her and Dr. Cho and Dr. Tenpenny had managed to come in and finish up the rest. But there were no promises that Violetta would wake up. 

Katya and Clint were in the room at the moment, fast asleep on the couch. Natasha had been in the room up till an hour ago, before switching out with Penny on watching the little boy. The two girls had been the ones taking care of her, though sometimes he took some time to hold him. 

But it felt strange, holding such a fragile thing. Sure, he'd held Mateo and Rue and Chamber and Kisa. . . but his own child. . . suddenly he felt more fragile than any of the other children. He felt more precious and breakable. 

Bruce knew it was psychological. His boy was no different than the others in the case of him holding them. But it was this idea that because he was his, something was different. 

He supposed something was different. The baby was his, after all. He did feel more fatherly towards this boy than any of the others. But then again, he didn't interact with Elizabeth and Penny to much to begin with. Maybe it would be different with Natasha and Wanda's kids too. 

He felt fingers moving up his arm but he didn't move. Violetta had done this a few times before, it was nothing to get his hopes up over. 

He started to doze off until the hand started to run through his hair. He struggled awake until he heard Violetta's voice croak out, "B-Bru-ce?" 

He snapped out of his sleep daze, nearly falling out of his chair. Violetta's eyes were open now, though fluttering like she was going to go back under. 

"Valen-tina?" Vi asked. 

Bruce shook his head. "It's a boy." 

"Oh." Vi gasped, eyes fluttering again. "Valentine." 

"Valentine." Bruce whispered back, smiling. "Valentine Moscaw." 

Vi shook her head, grabbing his arm again. "Valentine. . . Banner." 

Bruces' eyes filled with tears. "Vi, I really need you to stay with me." 

Vi just squeezed his hands, falling back under.

[justiceiswater]

nah i dont believe it. they fight. even traumatised people get upset about stuff. people forget important things, dont listen, act selfish sometimes. chew with their mouth open, forget to close kitchen cabinets. maybe ive just been married too long lol but no couple doesnt fight or get upset with each other.

HC for when Bucky is mad at reader?

I can’t really picture Bucky getting actually mad at you often. He’s been through A LOT. So all the petty shit that your average couple fights about would never happen in your’s and Bucky’s relationship.

After being the longest POW in history, a brainwashed assassin, and part of a Nazi regime… most stuff doesn’t seem like a big deal in comparison.

The only thing Bucky ever openly gets angry at you for is when your safety is at risk. He gets mad when you make decisions that put you in danger.

Forget to lock your apartment door or turn on your alarm system? Bucky has a fit.

Walk home alone at sketchy hours of the night? You best pray that he doesn’t find out about it.

Fall asleep in the middle of texting him? Bucky rushes to your place in a panic and lectures you.

The worst fight you ever had was when Bucky found out your manager at work had a history of saying inappropriate things to you. He didn’t even find out from you. He happened to see an email from HR that you left open on your laptop. You had reported him and the process was already getting complicated and uncomfortable.

“Doll, why didn’t you tell me about this?”

“Because I knew how’d you react. You’d want to waltz into my office and beat the crap out of him.”

“Damn right I would!” Bucky barked back.

“Exactly. The workforce is different than you probably remember, Buck. I have to protect my job and my reputation. How’d you think I’d look if my Avenger boyfriend beat up my boss?!”

But Bucky is still fuming. “You still should’ve told me, Y/N!”

“We’re talking about my career, Bucky! Your pride and alpha male bullshit shouldn’t be your priority when it comes to my job!”

The fight ended with Bucky slamming your apartment door behind him and tearing his motorcycle down the streets, back to the compound.

Bucky knew he wasn’t actually mad at you. He was mad at your manager and how he couldn’t protect you from everything. His anger was always hiding his real emotion, which was fear. He worried about you… constantly. You were the best thing that happened to him and even the thought of something harming you caused him extreme anxiety.

Eventually, Bucky arrived back at your apartment in the middle of the night. You were wide awake in bed, unable to go to sleep after such an argument with Bucky.

“I’m sorry.” Bucky muttered as he leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed.

You didn’t say anything.

“I get why you didn’t tell me.” He continued. “But I don’t want you to ever feel like you can’t talk to me about things. Yeah, it makes me so angry that he’s been making your work hell and it makes me even angrier that I can’t do anything to stop it. But I’m sorry for aiming my anger at you. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

You pat the bed, missing his body warmth. “Come here, you big punk.”

Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle.

After he laid down in bed and had you in his arms, he cleared his throat.

“After he’s fired and not in your office… then can I beat him up? No one will ever know it was me. Sometimes I think you forget I’m the Winter Soldier.”

You just laugh. But a part of you knows Bucky’s already conjured up a plan in his head to get his own revenge. It doesn’t matter if you say it’s okay or not.

God help any person that ever does you wrong.

[srdonix]

[iwasmadetobeasoldier]

Don't talk to me, I angy

[logansgaar]

Just going to be thinking about how Bucky and Peter are both people who've been relegated to sidekicks living in the shadows of a "greater, brighter, more brilliant" hero. A hero that they care about but have been constantly compared to by everyone around them and by themselves. Both people who were lost after Endgame in a way that left them reeling and not able to really experience any closure, and struggling with finding their feet again after that; clutching onto a relic of their time together and working through a whole lot of denial that some things from the "good old days" weren't healthy

Neither Peter nor Bucky really got what the hell was going on at that airport, the most mental shit was happening, they were really just there, existing on the periphery of all this other bullshit developing with the Avengers and space and the quantum realm and whatever. They were both kind of pointed in a direction and told to roll with it from day one

seeing those two properly interact in live action again after what will be twelve years by the time Doomsday comes out, with how much of their storylines have paralleled, would be really, really interesting.

Not to mention I really hope Peter's more like his bitchier comic book self by then, since he'll be in his 20s and has gone through just all the trauma, so much trauma. That would be fantastic to watch bounce off Bucky's bitchy, traumatized sass too. God, Peter asking Bucky what his grown up name is, and Bucky just point blank saying "I don't understand" when Peter refuses a gun?? Right off the pages of the comics?? That would be pure gold.

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

 dear kevin feige why did u not let sebastian stan have a pet cat. why. 

[meraki-yao]

Okay I haven't watched the MCU in a while and honestly at this point all I care about is Bucky, Wanda, Loki and maybe Shangchi but I watched a summary of the baby Starlord episode and the Captain Carter episode of the new What-if (not really interested in watching the whole thing but Bucky's in it so yeah) and as a Cap girl who loves CATWS so much that it's one of my all-time favourite movie, what Marvel's doing to the whole Steve-Bucky-Peggy (that I've been having issues with since Endgame) is driving me insanely frustrated.

I fucking HATE it when people more or less lessen or ruin what was originally so well-written and performed in the original that serves to drive the character that led to them being so well loved

Like, stucky doesn't need to be queer romantic to be significant. (And I'm saying this as a Stucky shipper whose whole exposure to AO3 and Tumblr started with Stucky) It is a significant, important and heavy relationship REGARDLESS if it's platonic or romantic. Erasing that and forcefully making it Steggy doesn't work, drives the og audience away from Steggy and frankly, it's kind of homophobic

Also it's incredibly unfair that Steve's significance to Bucky remains while vice versa isn't, even though THAT'S ONE OF THE TWO DRIVING MOTIVATIONS OF ALL OF STEVE'S ACTIONS IN CACW. Are you really trying to convince me that a bond so deep that they've been inseparable all their lives since they were kids and well into their adulthood, is less significant, or is effective as a memory trigger (and I fucking studied the basic of memory recall) than the significant shorter Steggy romance? What the fuck????

I almost want to write a whole essay on the Steve-Bucky-Peggy relationship, but I currently have enough writing tasks (fics, emails, letters, essays) on my plate. I'll see if I wanna come back to it later.

[official-lucifers-child]

you fandom people are always obsessing over your yin-yang, sun and moon, dark-hair-light-hair ships, so give me the bloody fanfiction with all of pairs being reincarnated into their “next form” (aka next fandom) and finding each other over and over again despite all of the obstacles keeping them apart.

[sjsmith56]

Summary - 2 part story. Four years after leaving Bucky, his former girlfriend arrives at the compound with two surprises.

Length - 2.75K

Characters - Bucky Barnes, named female character, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Sharon Carter, Helen Cho, Wanda Maximoff.

Warnings - angst, accusations of cheating, cancer, rejection, Bucky not handling the situation well, swearing.

Author notes - was supposed to be a one shot but it kept getting longer. Part 1 is going to be full of drama. If you like what you’re reading please let me know by commenting or reblogging.

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Part 1

It was there in black and white. All the tests, all of the imaging that had been done; everything pointed to the same conclusion. Lane sighed, pursed her lips together in a grim smile then looked at the doctors.

“I would like a second opinion,” she said. “Could you send my file to Dr. Bruce Banner and Dr. Helen Cho of the Avengers?”

“You’re a patient of them?” asked Dr. Roberts.

“No, I was an agent at one time,” she replied. “They’ll look at it as a courtesy to me.”

“If they concur? Anything that can be done would only be palliative.”

“I understand,” said Lane. “I’ll be in touch.”

There was a ringing sound in her ears as she left the office and went down the elevator to the main floor. Before the door opened she took a deep breath and calmed herself. The nanny had Danny on her lap on one of the lobby chairs, reading a story to him. He turned his head when he heard Lane’s footsteps coming out of the elevator. Already, at 3 ½ years of age, he was displaying his abilities and he wriggled off Carol’s lap, running to his mother.

“Momma, are you done?” he asked. “Can we go for lunch? I’m hungry.”

“Sure, baby,” she smiled, kneeling down to his level. “We’ll get something to eat, then we’ll go to the playground, okay?”

She stood up, taking him by the hand, smiling at Carol, the nanny, who knew her well enough to know the news wasn’t good. Taking Danny by the other hand she looked at Lane as they walked towards the exit.

“What’s next?”

“Banner and Cho are going to look at my file,” replied Lane. “But I don’t think they’ll be able to do anything.” She glanced sideways at the woman who became her good friend this past year. “I know, I’ll have to tell him. I just … I just wanted Danny to have as normal a life as possible.”

As they stepped outside the building she looked up at the blue sky, feeling the sun on her face, and hearing the sound of birdsong in the trees. For a moment, she felt her throat constrict, at the thought of not being there for her son, but she swallowed it down. If Bruce and Helen couldn’t help her then she would tell Bucky, tell him what she had kept from him when she left the Avengers over four years before.

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Bucky landed the quinjet on the platform of Stark Tower, then went through his checklist before shutting the aircraft down. Behind him he could hear people standing up, groaning and stretching after the long flight from Australia, where they had undertaken a humanitarian rescue in a gold mine, after it collapsed. Feeling a hand on his shoulder he looked behind him at Steve’s face.

“Beers?” he asked.

“Yeah, but shower first,” replied Bucky. “I swear I’m still caked with the dirt from the rescue.”

Grabbing his go bag he followed the others out and they made their way to the residential level, all of them crammed together into the elevator. With being pretty ripe from the long flight they all held their breath as best they could before streaming out of the opening doors. After entering the door code of his quarters Bucky dropped his bag off inside the door, toed off his boots and stripped down as he walked, coveting the warm shower that beckoned to him.

Fifteen minutes later, with clean clothes on he stepped out of his quarters and headed to the lounge area. Steve already had several beers on the counter, handing one to Bucky and Sam who was right behind him. As others followed he gave them a beer and they all fell onto the big sectional couch, taking long pulls of the refreshing beverage. Just as Bucky took a second long drink of his bottle Friday interrupted the quiet of the gathering.

“Sergeant Barnes, would you please report to the medical lab?” the voice asked. “Dr. Banner wishes to see you.”

“Why?” asked the super soldier. “I just sat down and want to relax.”

“Yes sir,” replied Friday. “I’m not a liberty to state the reason except it is important that you report there.”

Draining his beer Bucky stood up and placed the bottle on the counter, scowling as he headed to the elevator. When it opened on the floor of the medical lab he was surprised to see Bruce, Dr. Cho, and Tony Stark all together in the lab. There was a fourth person in there but they were seated and he couldn’t make out who it was from outside the sliding doors.

“What’s so important that I had to come up here?” he asked as he entered.

Then the fourth person stood up and faced him, leaving him almost speechless.

“Hello, Bucky,” said Lane, her voice tentative. “I asked for you to be here.”

“What the hell? You walk out of my life over 4 years ago, without a word and suddenly you’re demanding to see me? What’s going on?”

“Sit down, Barnes,” said Tony, tersely. “Lane thinks you should have a say in this. I don’t agree, but I’ve been overruled.”

“A say in what?” asked Bucky, feeling the anger bubble up inside him.

“I’m dying,” said Lane, deciding to rip the bandage all the way off. She took her wig off so he could see her lack of hair from the radiation treatment she endured. “It means that our son should be with his father.” Bucky said nothing but he was shocked at her almost bald head and his face turned a brilliant shade of red. “You’re a father. His name is Daniel James, and he’s 3 ½ years old. If you don’t take him I’ll have to put him up for adoption.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his heavy breathing indicating how precarious his control was at that moment. Then he looked at the other three. “Did you all know?”

“It was my decision to keep it from you,” said Lane. “They only found out after he was born, and I asked them not to tell you. I wanted him to have a chance at a normal childhood. That wasn’t going to happen with how you were then.”

“How I was then? I was in love with you!” Bucky was shouting now. “You were it for me. Then I come back from a mission and you’re gone. Everything belonging to you, gone. Why?”

Lane closed her mouth in a grim line and shook her head. She knew it would be like this. Taking a deep breath she straightened her posture to appear as tall as she could and looked him in the eye.

“You were so in love with me that you slept with Sharon when I went to see my mom before she died,” she stated calmly. “You didn’t even take her panties out of the bed, Bucky. I found them there when I changed the sheets when I got back. Our sheets reeked of her perfume. You cheated on me.” She turned away, angry at herself for thinking this was a good idea. “Forget it. I’ll find someone to adopt Danny, someone who won’t lie or sneak around with another woman.”

“I didn’t sleep with her,” he said, his voice breaking. “She was in the bed waiting for me and I walked out. I slept on Steve’s couch until we went out on a mission. You can ask him. Please, Lane, I didn’t cheat. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

She kept her back turned to him, trying not to break down. The others watched him, not sure what to believe then Bucky turned around and went to the elevator, returning to the lounge area. Practically storming to where the others were he glared at Sharon Carter, his lip curled in fury.

“It was your fault,” he sneered. “Your little stunt made Lane leave me. I loved her and wanted to marry her but you didn’t respect that. Because of you I wasn’t there for her when she gave birth to my son. Did any of you know?” He looked at Steve as the others tried not to make eye contact with Bucky. “Did you know I was a father and you didn’t tell me? Did you all think I slept with Sharon?”

“Buck, I didn’t know that Lane had a baby,” said Steve. “I’ll tell her you slept on my couch after finding Sharon in your bed, but I didn’t know that’s why she left. Lane left all of us without a word.”

“Not all of us,” interjected Wanda. “It wasn’t for us to tell you. It was Lane’s decision to leave and her decision not to tell you she was pregnant. I’m sorry.”

Shaking his head in disbelief, Bucky’s face went dark with betrayal and anger.

“Fuck you all.”

Turning around he went to his room and repacked his go bag, converting it to a backpack, then put his leathers and motorcycle boots on. Taking the stairs he went down to the garage, mounted his motorcycle and started it up. Steve came out of the elevator, stopping in front of him.

“Don’t do this,” he said. “Don’t fly off the handle. You have a chance to make it better but if you leave ….”

“If I leave, what?” demanded Bucky. “She was everything to me. Now I find out that she thought I was cheating on her. I have a son that she’s giving up for adoption because she’s dying and she’d rather a stranger have him than his own father. How do you think that makes me feel, Steve, huh? I have nothing now, nothing to keep me here.”

He glared at Steve until the blond stepped aside then roared out of the garage on his motorcycle, barely waiting for the automatic door to open. Closing his eyes and shaking his head Steve turned back to the elevator and went up to the medical level, hoping to catch Lane before she left. She was still in the medical lab, crying as Tony hugged her. Right away Steve noticed she had no hair on her head and his heart dropped. When Steve entered Tony looked angrily at him.

“I told you something like this would happen when you first vouched for him to be an Avenger,” he said. “We couldn’t trust him.”

“He didn’t sleep with Sharon,” stated Steve. “We were working out and came back to the rooms to shower. He found her already in their bed, told her to get the hell out, and left. Until we went on a mission he slept on my couch. I’m guessing she left her underwear in there to cause the rift. Not that it matters now. He’s gone.”

Lane stopped crying and turned to Steve. “What do you mean, gone?”

“He packed a bag, put his leathers on and rode out on his motorbike. According to him he now has nothing to keep him here, since you would rather have a stranger adopt your son than have Bucky take him.”

Lane buried her face in her hands, certain that she had destroyed any possibility of making amends with the man she still loved.

“Friday, call Sharon Carter here,” said Tony. “Might as well confirm it from one of the guilty parties.”

“Tony ….”

Steve shook his head, angry at the way Tony automatically assumed that Bucky was in the wrong. Then he remembered what his friend had said about Lane.

“Is it true? Are you dying?”

She nodded her head. “The same breast cancer that killed my mother. Even though I had a double mastectomy and radiation treatment it metastasized. It’s everywhere. I have months left. I was hoping … I don’t know what I was hoping for.”

The sliding glass doors opened and Sharon Carter walked in, then almost walked out when she saw Lane.

“No, you get in here,” said Tony. “I want the truth and remember Friday can tell when someone is lying. Did you sleep with Bucky while Lane was visiting her dying mother?”

All sorts of emotions played over Sharon’s face as she looked from person to person, then she finally shook her head.

“No, I was waiting for him but as soon as he saw me he told me to get the hell out,” she admitted. “I left my panties there and sprayed the sheets with my perfume, hoping Lane would leave him so I could be with him instead. After she left he wouldn’t even look at me. I’m sorry.”

Tony was furious, at himself as much as at Sharon. “Pack your stuff and get out,” he said. “I don’t care where you go but we can’t trust you to have our backs.”

“Please, it was a mistake,” she protested. “I haven’t tried anything like that since. Being in the Avengers is all I have.”

“No, I don’t want you here,” he said. “Because of you a good man has left the Avengers, and a small boy is without his father.” He looked sarcastically at Steve. “I know, I’m not much better as I didn’t believe him but I’m willing to try to fix this. Getting rid of her is the first step.”

“Steve, please, don’t let Tony do this,” cried Sharon. “You’re a team leader. Tell him I’m not like that anymore.”

“I wish I could,” said Steve. “Sorry, but I’m with Tony on this. Bucky wasn’t the only one you did this sort of thing to.”

Sharon turned red. “I don’t know what you mean,” she declared, breathing audibly.

“Peter and MJ,” replied Steve. “He told me. The kid was practically shaking with anger that you would do that. You should go, Sharon. Otherwise, we’ll have to put it to a vote and you don’t want to know what the others think of you.”

“Fine, I’m going.” She turned around then looked back, her face full of disgust. “You’ll regret this. I know a lot of your secrets.”

“Be careful who you threaten,” warned Tony. “Friday, remove all access to the facilities, including computer access and anything else that has been granted to Sharon Carter. She can get into her room to get packed but once she leaves the building remove that as well. You signed an NDA when you became an Avenger, Sharon. You say anything, I have every right to sue you for everything you own, and make it impossible for you to work anywhere ever again.”

Tony called security to escort Sharon to her quarters to pack and escort her out. Then he faced Lane, placing both his hands on her upper arms.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “If you had told me this four years ago I would have dealt with it then.” He glanced at Bruce. “Are you sure there’s nothing that can be done?”

Bruce and Helen looked at each other uneasily. “A long shot,” he replied. “I can try to recreate the serum using Steve’s blood as he has type O blood, universal donor. But we don’t know if we have the time to do it before ….”

“How much blood do you need?” asked Steve immediately, his attention focused on Bruce.

“A unit, from both of you,” he said. “We’ll test it on your blood first, Lane, but I can’t promise anything. I mean I worked years on the serum and look what it did to me. My track record isn’t that good.”

Lane’s lips trembled. “The only other treatment for me is palliative,” she stated. “Even if you just buy me time that’s more than I have now.”

While Bruce and Helen took their blood Tony used Friday to track Bucky by his vibranium arm. He was on one of the expressways.

“Take one of my cars,” said Tony to Steve. “I’d go but I don’t think he would take my apology.”

“I’m coming with you,” added Lane. “The first to apologize to him should be me.”

As soon as the two of them gave their blood they went down to the garage, taking one of Tony’s vehicles. While they drove out of the parking garage, Sharon Carter was put into a taxi, never to return to Stark Tower again. With Friday tracking Bucky they followed his route until the AI informed them that he arrived at a destination, hoping he didn’t do something stupid before they got there.

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[eccentricallygothic]

just saw a dumb ass comment on pinterest calling richard madden a sebastian stan wannabe. wtf? richard cant control his looks??? what an awfully toxic thing to say! some people are just beyond common sense istg

[headpainmigraine]

The "discourse" after the arm scene in the Falcon and the Winter Soldier just really drove in the point that able-bodied people really will gleefully violate the autonomy of disabled people, and amputees, if they think they "deserve it"

Yeah, of course you can be punished for not being a good cripple by having your limb removed.

They think it's okay to remove a cripple's prosthetic if:

they betrayed a friend

they hurt someone's feelings

they need reminding that they OWE A DEBT

they get in a fight

they scare someone else

they have mental health issues that might make them unstable

the prosthetic could be a "potential weapon", you know, like a normal person's fist, or a toy gun

the manufacturing company doesn't agree with how you're using the prosthetic, or your morals, or your lifestyle

the cripple is using it for "questionable purposes" - you know, using their arm or leg or hand or foot or any other prosthesis for "questionable purposes"

they're in the way

you have emotional trauma

lol, if they're a threat to your precious government, sorry, I can't do this anymore

But no worries, it's fine to remove someone else's limb as long as you don't take it with you!

Also, the prosthetic belongs to whoever made it, not the user, and so the manufacturer can remove it and take it back whenever they want and that's a good and reasonable thing (doctors agree!)

It's difficult to make an artificial limb, the materials cost a lot of money, they DESERVE to take the prosthetic back if they feel like it because they OWN it. They worked hard to engineer it, they earned that.

(Forget, as well, that not all amputees or people with limb differences even WANT a prosthetic. Medical professionals always push 'looking normal' over 'feeling comfortable' and 'being able to do things'. Oh no, how will they be punished now!)

Also, people with prosthetics can never, EVER, criticise the company, medical professionals, or the government, or they forfeit their limb.

Only GOOD Cripples Deserve Prosthetics!

Removing someone's limb is a perfectly normal and fine reaction to them being a dick, or if you just don't like them as a person.

I also like ableds telling disabled people to "stop projecting onto Bucky!" like these people don't want representation in the media for themselves.

This is why we need cripplepunk.

Able-bodied people genuinely think the provision of and access to basic aids and assistance are linked to the moral quality of disabled people. That they SHOULD BE linked.

They really think "bad" disabled people are being punished, or should be punished by having their mobility removed.

They really believe a disabled person who isn't "good" doesn't deserve autonomy or assistance or fucking prosthetics.

These people can't even see why it's wrong when they see it happening right in front of them on fucking TV.

[motorboo]

pre-serum steve and alpine have the same energy and they are bucky’s best guy and best girl… a pattern is emerging

[basim-ibnishaq]

fandom making a singular food item a character's entire personality is so tiring find something better to latch onto

exhibit a: bucky barnes and those fucking plums

exhibit b: miguel o'hara and the single empanada he didn't even eat

[white-wolf-actually]

hello Mr Barnes, I have question: do you by any chance like the video game Fortnite?

No, I tried it briefly and I was not a fan. I have enough shooting in my real life.

[astxrwar]

hm. thought too hard about 50+ y.o. gray-haired senator bucky. have to lie down

[braveclementine]

Chapter 16

Warnings: None (anyone can read this story)

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. I do not condone any copying of this.

𝓑𝓡𝓤𝓒𝓔 was still working on the pain medicine, so I did my best staying out of everyone's way. I didn't want Pepper to yell at me again, and I didn't want to hear Bucky and Steve fight again either. Especially not over me.

I debated about finding Billy and Tommy, before I remembered that they didn't live in the tower most of the time. Wanda and Vision had a house somewhere in New York that they stayed at instead.

I decided to explore a few more floors that I had never been to, to keep me occupied from doing anymore harm.

There was a floor that was made of what seemed like precious, fragile things. There were items made of glass on pedestals of marble. Paintings hung on walls in what seemed like gilded gold frames. None of the art that was actually on the canvas made any sense to me, but I liked the pretty swirls of colour.

Another floor seemed rather the same as the first floor, except that it seemed. . . less formal? There were several canvas' set up on easels, but none of them seemed filled with much colour. Some of them had gray and black outlines on them, as though they were in the middle of being drawn.

There were lots of beige, baggy cloths that covered the walls and floor, dotted with paint drips. There were a couple of completed paintings that hung on the very back wall. One was of a woman with deep brown hair and full red lips.

Another was of Bucky, looking shiny on the canvas. He was wearing a strange uniform outfit that was almost a beige, or perhaps an olive green.

Another was of me in Bucky's arms.

Actually, a lot of the drawings were of Bucky or of Bucky and me.

I was starting to think that maybe one of the Avengers knew how to paint and draw. Probably, considering the popular topic of the art, was Steve. I wondered who the brown haired lady was. Their soulmate?

A third floor had lots of pointy things on the walls. Most of them were straight or mostly straight. They were almost all in a silvery colour, though it varied on whether these blades were dull or shining. There were a couple of weapons that really just looked like big sticks with points. They were even made of wood.

There were several dozen bows and arrows, all of different sizes and makes. It was very strange, seeing all of these weapons on a wall. Why were they on a wall? What were they defending from? Why had they let them collect a layer of dust? Didn't they need these for their missions?

But it was the fourth floor that I liked the most.

When it opened up, I mewed happily as there were many, many bright colours.

The floor changed from tile or wood, to something very squishy and pleasant. The floor was multi-coloured, seemingly like big large puzzles pieces put together. I think it was made of foam and it covered the floor from corner to corner.

There were thousands of toys spread out everywhere. A dollhouse with twenty dolls laying around it, heaps of doll clothes laying around the dolls. There were orange trucks with different mechanisms so that they did different things.

There were trains with faces on them, sitting stationary on a large track that also seemed to cover the room.

I wondered why the trains had faces.

There were plastic animals that littered the floor and I knew all of them by name because of the tests that I had to run with Fury's assistants. A plastic white sheep. That dotted thing was a cow.

In nature, if I were to have seen these animals in real life, I would have known what they were. But seeing them in plastic casing were different. I didn't know what they were until I was told. It was weird.

There were several doors in this room, all of them open either fully or halfway. Pleased with the first room, I made my way to the door on the left.

I opened up onto another balcony, the suns shining rays beaming down onto the large, very high, circular thing that sat there. I could smell some sort of chemical, though it wasn't heavy, and I hopped up onto the ladder stairs that was there, taking them carefully so I didn't fall one way or the other.

It seemed to be water, but it didn't smell like water. It smelled like a chemical and I wasn't as pleased with this as the other. So I hopped back down the ladder- in truth I didn't really like water period no matter how it smelled- and went back into the colorful room.

I trotted over to the next door and found that it too was outside. The walkway was far to large and wide to be called a balcony though. There was even green grass and it seemed to me that the only way it could be hanging off the side of Avengers Tower was magic.

Spread out all across this 'balcony' was what seemed like a very, very large playground. It too spread from one side of the 'balcony' to the next. It was definitely made of metal, with what seemed like ten thousand slides. Some were straight, some curved. Some had the tunnel thing over the slides and some were wide open.

There were a thousand tunnels for kids to climb through and several of those seats that you sit on and they spin so that you get dizzy. There was a strange wheel that looked like it would turn as well. . . like a smaller version of a carousel, without the horses. There were several straight beams with seats that I recognized from Mr. Peters house as a seesaw.

There was a huge swing set as well, along with this great big rope tower that connected to the playground. It went up into a point, made of a strong rope and metal bolts. I decided that eventually- not today- I would like to climb up to the top.

There was what looked like a low rock wall and though it didn't go as high as the rope tower, it was very wide, with several tunnels inside. The tunnels extended forever and perhaps even led to small rooms inside the rock.

All of this was propped up on a sort of squishy surface that was also hard. And also chunks of black pieces that sort of smelled like a black road.

I purred. I loved this room.

The next room was very different. It was painted in a light blue and pink colour, so pastel it could've passed for white. There was a large white rocking chair in the corner. There were a couple of toys in here as well, mostly small cars, and a few stuffed animals that came in brown bear, pink rabbit, and green caterpillar.

But there were also shelves upon shelves of books. The furniture that held the books were also white and all of the books were super thin, with colourful bindings and large words on the covers.

The last room was a surprise. The walls were a soft pink and the lights were very dim. There was a small, white bookcase in the corner that was half-filled with books. There was a blue, comfy squashy chair in the corner that had a book sitting in its seat. There was a light pink crib at the far corner of the wall, which had a mobile of tiny red and gold flying men on them, little flames coming out of their hands and feet.

I leapt up onto the crib, looking down, and was interested to see something moving in there. I leapt down onto the soft bedding of the crib, and sniffed at it.

It seemed like a human, but a very tiny one. I padded up to where its head was, its large brown eyes staring up at me.

I couldn't tell how old it was, nor could I really tell if it was a boy or a girl. I supposed by the colour scheme it must be a girl though.

One little hand reached out, grabbing my leg. It's grip was very firm, but not to tight.

I wondered if this is where the Avengers came from. If they trained these little people right here in their house to become a superhero. If so, this one must be a dud. It wasn't very strong. Or maybe it just needed more training.

I sniffed at her again, and found that I could smell milk. I let my nose lead me to where little sounds were babbling out of her lips at me. Small coos and what I thought might even be a laugh. There was white liquid on her lips and that was the milk.

I licked tentatively at the milk, feeling thirsty after my escapades. If she wasn't going to drink it, then I could and I would.

Or, at least, until that horribly familiar screeching started to screech again.

"NO!" Pepper shouted. I could hear the familiar clickety clack of her heels as she rushed towards the crib.

I looked up from where I was standing over the little human and Pepper picked me up by the scruff of my neck, tossing me to the floor. I tumbled over the carpet, shaking myself off from the roll.

Pepper was sobbing and I was scared and the little human was crying.

Pepper glared down at me with large, round blue eyes. I realized, strangely, that she was scared too. But why?

"Blizzard." Her voice was shaky, trembling as she clutched the little human to her chest. "You. You cannot. You cannot do that! You'll kill her. You need to go back. Go back to Buck and Steve and stay in your room. It is so irresponsible for them to let you wander wherever you want to!"

She bent down, picking me up by the scruff of my neck again. She held the little human in one arm. She stormed over to the already opening elevator and it started to descend before the doors were even closed.

I supposed robot lady was on Pepper's side.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. ban Blizzard from going anywhere but Roger-Barnes room and the kitchen." Pepper declared.

"Yes Mrs. Stark." F.R.I.D.A.Y. said.

My ears sunk down against my head in disappointment.

The elevator doors slid open and I found myself back in my home hallways, leading to my room. Which I guess was now my new cell.

Bucky rushed down the hallway, trying to grab me from Pepper's hands, but she swung me out of the way, causing me to mewl out in fear.

"Give her to me Pepper." Bucky growled.

"Where's Steve?" Pepper asked, ignoring Bucky.

"Right here." Steve said, leaning against the doorway of his bedroom. "What now?"

I tried to shrink up inside myself. It was like he had expected me to cause a problem. Maybe it was best that I was confined to this room.

Pepper's fingers tightened around the scuff of my neck. It was just loose fur and it wasn't like it hurt, but I still wiggled in her hand, uncomfortable.

"DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHERE YOUR CAT WAS?" She yelled at them. "NO! YOU DON'T! WELL I'LL TELL YOU! SHE WAS UPSTAIRS IN MORGANS NURSERY, LICKING MILK FROM HER LIPS AND SUFFOCATING HER! YOUR CAT ALMOST KILLED MY BABY!"

She shoved me into Bucky's arms and Bucky was quick in his reflexes to catch me, holding me to his firm chest.

"SHE'S A KITTEN!" Bucky roared right back at her. "SHE DOESN'T KNOW ANY BETTER PEPPER!"

"Bucky stop." Steve said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry Pepper, we really were trying to find her. She ran out after earlier this morning in the lab-"

"Also because of you." Bucky snapped.

Steve shot him a warning glance, "-and we'll keep a better eye on her-"

"I took care of that." Pepper said, holding Morgan with both arms now. "She's confined to this floor and our kitchen. F.R.I.D.A.Y. won't be taking her anywhere and none of you can override the commands."

Bucky's mouth dropped and Steve clamped a hand over it quickly. "Okay. And I'm really sorry about Morgan. I know Blizzard didn't mean any harm, but she doesn't know any better. It won't happen again, despite the restrictions on her moves, I promise."

Pepper just nodded, her face red and blotchy, eyes strained with tears. She turned on her heel and stomped away.

"Bucky-"

"They're treating her the way they treated me." Bucky spat. "And you know it Steve. She's not dangerous. You should know better."

Bucky stormed into the room that the two of them shared, slamming the door behind him. He let out a sob, putting me down in my cat bed, before curling up on the floor next to me.

I wanted to comfort him, wanted to lick his cheek and tell him it was alright. . . but what if I suffocated him like Morgan? What if I killed him? Pepper said I might've.

Bucky sniffled, opening his eyes to look at me. His eyes became even more sad when he saw me hunched down in a small ball.

He picked me up, placing me on his chest. I made sure there was no important arc reactor there so I didn't kill him there either.

There was not.

"You ignore Pepper, you hear me?" Bucky sniffled. "You're a good kitten and you've done nothing wrong. Ever. You're innocent and pure and you only ever try to help people. Don't change because of her Blizzard. You don't have to be scared of me, I promise."

"I don't want to hurt you." I mewed softly.

"Don't be sad." Bucky whispered again, petting me over the head. He lifted me up even higher. "Will you give me a kiss?"

"I don't want to kill you." I pleaded with round eyes.

"Please?" He begged.

I couldn't stand to see him beg. I tentatively licked his cheek. It was salty from the tears, and there was also that other taste from whatever soap he had used in the shower today. Something natural, like honey and lime.

A huge grin spread out across his face, so I licked him again and again. He started to laugh and I felt my spirits grow lighter.

Bucky had told me not to listen to Pepper and Bucky loved me. Bucky knew what was best for me, not Pepper. So I would not listen to Pepper.

I continued to plant kisses on Bucky until he rolled over, hugging me tightly. "God, I love you Blizzard. You make my life complete."

"I love you too Bucky. I wish you knew that I did." I meowed softly, crawling up his body so that I could curl up on the middle of his chest. He covered me with one hand, and we both slowly drifted off to sleep.

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