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The Tower - Under the Table

The Tower - Under the Table

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Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 4585

Warnings:  smut (ten personal bixexual orgy, oral sex, vaginal fingering, anal sex, some use of powers, blindfolds)

Synopsis:  It’s Elly’s birthday, and after dinner the group have their own special kind of party game, one where they find out how well they know each other, and who can keep a good poker face.

Author’s Note:  Long time no update! I’ve been writing really slow at the moment.  But I am still doing these if you have requests.  This one was Requested by bubsanddoll21 on Wattpad. You can send in your requests too.

Takes place between The Tower and The Holiday Special

Under the Table

In the early days of my relationship with the Avengers, it was a rare event that all of us had a meal together at a table.  Ten people at a table felt more like a dinner party than a date.  Sitting around on the couches just felt more familiar and comfortable. So when we did sit down to eat, it was a special occasion.

This one was my birthday.

The others had wanted to do something special, so they decorated the conference room and Bucky, Sam, and Wanda had cooked a large meal.  It was nice and at the point where most of us had finished eating, Tony leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head.  “We should have brought some games up with us,” he said.  “I could go a few rounds of Cards Against Humanity right now.”

“I could go down and get something,” Steve offered.

“You’re still eating, Steve,” Wanda said.  “Someone else can go.”

“Or!” Clint said, waggling his eyebrows.  “Or… we could play a different kind of game.”

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re not talking about charades?” Sam asked.

“Because you know me too well, Sammy,” Clint said.  “I saw this thing…”

“What have I told you about watching that stuff on the company wifi?” Tony scolded.

Clint smirked at him.  “To invite you along when I do,” he teased and stuck his tongue out at Tony.  “Anyway, as I was saying; I saw this thing.  Someone gets under the table and starts going down on someone.  And if the person getting blown or eating out gives it away that it’s happening to them, they have to go under the table.  And if someone guesses the wrong person, it’s them.  Like a Blow Job Roulette.”

“Okay, that sounds fun,” I said.  “Can we?” 

There was a murmur around the table, and one by one everyone agreed it sounded like it could be fun.

“Birthday girl goes first,” Sam said.

“Shouldn’t I be the one that gets eaten out first?” I countered. 

“But then we’d all know it was you, and you’d just end up under the table,” Sam argued.  “You might as well start down there.”

I laughed.  The logic was flawed, but I figured it was as good a place as any.  “Alright, pants off everyone,” I said, slipping off my chair onto my knees under the table.  Everyone shuffled around, some of them just opening their pants and pulling their cocks out, while others stood and pushed their pants all the way down.  Wanda and Natasha were both wearing skirts, so they just took off their panties and hoisted up their skirts.  It was quite a sight under the table.  Nine people all around me, pants down, and legs spread.  Some of the men were already half-hard.  I looked around, picking my target.

Of all the members of the group, Wanda was calling to me the most.  She was wearing thigh-high black socks, heeled boots, and a black skirt that was bunched up.  Her legs were spread and the little thatch of pubic hair glistened invitingly.

I crawled over to her, putting my hands on her thighs.  She tensed and I ducked my head forward, licking up her slit.  I wondered what she looked like right now.  How she was hiding what was happening.  If she was hiding it.  From where I was, it seemed so obvious.  Her muscles had clenched and she’d tilted her hips forward.  I could even feel a slight shake in her thighs.  I couldn’t imagine it not being totally obvious from above the table, but if she was, no one had said anything yet.

I pushed my tongue inside her and flicked it up over her clit, painting little shapes over it.  She squirmed and her cunt flooded, and as the tart, musky flavor of her slick filled my mouth, Bucky, Tony, and Clint all called out at once. “Wanda!”

“No fair!” Wanda whined as I pulled away.

“That’s the game, Wanda,” Sam said.  “Now under the table.”

I crawled out and wriggled out of my pants as Wanda climbed in under the table.  I sat down and nothing seemed to happen for a while.  I could hear Wanda moving under the table for a moment, and then after that, it was just the sounds of people picking at the last of the food and random conversation in the group.

All of a sudden Clint yelped and practically rocketed up off his chair. “Wanda!” he scolded.  “No powers!”

She got up giggling as everyone burst out laughing.  “Did someone get invaded by some pink light?” Tony teased.

“That’s one way to put it,” Clint said as he climbed under the table.

It took a really long time before the next person became clear.  I was studying everyone very closely, and the only thing that had me wondering was the slightly bored looks in the eyes of Natasha and Tony.  Which made me think it was more likely Tony as he usually dominated the conversation.  It wasn’t until his brow furrowed and he moved his hand under the table that I knew for sure it was him.

“Tony!” I yelled, pointing at him.  “It’s you!”

“Ah, shit,” Tony said, reaching under the table with both hands and began to rut his hips.  “Wait, Clint, I’m nearly done.”

“Hey now,” Steve said.  “You can wait like the rest of us.”

Clint made a choked sound and stumbled out from under the table, his eyes watering, and he wiped his mouth.  “Jesus,” he cursed.  “Tony was a terrible choice.”

“Oh, baby,” Tony said, as he smoothed down his shirt.  “The amount of calls I’ve taken while I’ve been balls deep in someone.”

“Alright, alright, get under the table smart ass,” Steve said.

Tony laughed as he climbed under, and I decided on a completely different strategy.  I glanced around the table, trying to see if anyone had given it away, but at the same time, I tensed my hands and took in a shaky breath.

“Elly!” Clint, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all said at once.

“No!” I shouted and Bruce groaned. “It’s Bruce!”

“You little…!” Natasha scolded.  “That was evil!”

Tony had broken down into laughter under the table and he crawled his way out.  “That was awesome,” he said.  “Now what?  Do all of you have to get under the table?”

“Might I suggest that we alter the game?” Thor asked.  “Perhaps, rather than all of us trying to work out who is being pleasured, Lady Elise should be blindfolded and have to work out which of her lovers is pleasuring her.”

“I think that sounds like a fantastic idea,” Natasha said.  “If she can guess, then they can make her come.  If not, she just gets edged.”

“What do you think of that, Elise?” Steve asked.

I nodded enthusiastically.  “Yes, please. It is my birthday after all.”

“We might need lube and something to blindfold El with,” Sam said.  “I mean - if we’re going to have real fun that is.”

Wanda lifted her loop scarf off over her head, and Tony, Clint, Natasha, and Thor all fished in their pockets and pulled out lube.  What was funny was none of them had the same kind of lube.  Tony had the warming gel kind, Clint’s was espresso flavored, Natasha’s doubled as a massage gel, and Thor’s was an oil he’d brought from Asgard and came in a delicate-looking, hand-blown glass bottle.

Steve and Wanda approached me as the others started clearing the table.  “Let’s get you ready, Elise,” Steve said.

Steve lifted my shirt off over my head and Wanda unfastened my bra.  I let the fabric slip down my arms and Steve tossed both it and my bra aside.  Wanda kissed me softly and then wrapped the scarf around the top of my head, obscuring my vision.  When it was in place properly, and I had assured them I couldn’t see anything, Steve lifted me and put me on the table.

I lay back and lifted my legs, spreading them and resting my feet at the edge of the table.  They made me wait a moment, and while I waited, they were clearly not keeping their hands to themselves.  There were moans and the soft wet sounds of kissing around me, which only made that wait worse.

My thighs were trembling by the time someone touched me.  Right away I knew it was one of the guys and not Natasha or Wanda, and given the fact that he touched me with both hands, and they were both flesh, I knew it wasn’t Bucky either.

There was no preamble. Whoever it was just lunged in and began to lap up the length of the slit.  They didn’t even try spreading me with their fingers, rather their tongue pushed between my folds and just got to work.  I could feel the scratch of their beard.  Yet, even without that, they were very skilled with their tongue.  It started wide, sweeping up from my entrance to my clit, and then began to focus on the little but, sending little jolts through me.  I didn’t even need the extra sensation of their long hair tickling the insides of my thighs, I knew it was Thor.  The size of his hands, the beard, and the technique all screamed the god of thunder to me.

“Mmm… Thor,” I moaned, lifting my hips to meet his mouth.

A deep booming chuckle sounded between my legs and Thor sent a jolt of electricity right through my clit making my body jerk up hard.  I nearly came just from that.

“How do you even do that?” Tony laughed. “You are too good at this game.”

“You gotta make me come now,” I said breathlessly, reaching down to tangle my hands into Thor’s hair.

“Don’t worry, lover.  I will,” Thor said.

He was good to his word.  He pulled my clit between his lips and began to flick his tongue over it.  Every now and again, he’d send another spark into it, that made my core muscles clench completely out of my control.  It brought me careening to the edge very quickly and the fourth time he did it, the dam burst and I came, arching up hard off the table as my orgasm crashed through me.

“Fucking hell!” I cried out.

“Damn, Thor,” Sam said.  “That had to be some kind of record.”

“I am a god, Samuel,” Thor bragged.

There was only a short wait for the next person to move up.  It was another one of the men and once again, clearly not Bucky.  This person was much more tentative than Thor, spreading my folds with his fingers, and slowly swirling his tongue over them.   He was tender and methodical, and it sent a warm buzz through me, oozing out like honey on tiles.  There was no beard, and the very faint tickle of the hair on his head on my thighs.

“Bruce,” I moaned, arching my back and lifting one leg so it was draped over his shoulder.

“What the fuck?” Tony cursed.  “You’re gonna be having so many orgasms tonight.”

“I know you all too well,” I moaned.  “Gonna have to mess up on purpose so I don’t die.”

“Let’s see how you go,” Bruce said and eased two fingers inside me.

Bruce was slower and more methodical about things than Thor, at least initially.  He pushed his fingers in deep, touching my g-spot and then stroking over it.  As he did, he pulled my clit between his lips and flicked his tongue over it.  The louder I moaned the rougher he got, so it wasn’t long before he’d gone from careful and slow, to rough and fast.  His fingers hammered into my g-spot, over and over, sending sharp jolts right through me, making it so I couldn’t think straight.  Beside me, someone had started having sex, and from the sounds of it, it’d be a while before Clint was down between my legs.

My orgasm peaked and Bruce pushed his fingers against my g-spot and twisted his wrist, and I came, my back arching off the table as I cried out, shuddering with it.

Bruce hummed and pulled away. “Mmm… I love seeing you come,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss me.

I sucked my slick from his lips and he pulled away, running his hand down my stomach and patting my pussy before pulling away.  I didn’t have to wait very long before the next person to take their place.  Right away I could tell it was one of the women, which narrowed the choice down to two.  I almost wanted to just take a shot in the dark and really freak them out.  I didn’t even need to though, the slow tease of her fingers up my thighs, and the way she ran her nails over my hips as she leaned in, I knew right away it was Natasha.  Not because she always touched me like that, but just that it was uniquely her.

“Natasha!” I said quickly.

She cursed in Russian and Tony burst out laughing, while at least two other people applauded me.  I would have taken a bow if I wasn’t flat on my back.  “That’s my girl,” Natasha praised and got to work.

Her nimble fingers pushed inside me and immediately pushed against my g-spot. I gasped and bucked up hard against her, but she just pushed my hips back down and continued doing it.  She countered the intense pressure of her fingers against that sweet spot inside me with her tongue on my clit.  It was intense.  I couldn’t focus.  Lights popped behind my eyes and each time I tried to say something all that came out was an animalistic cry.

When I came, I gushed, spraying Natasha with my juices as I arched hard on the table.  It was so intense, it knocked every conscious thought out of my head and I just oozed down onto the table, breathing heavily, completely forgetting that there were still six more people to go.

“Well done, Mishka,” Natasha praised.“I hope you have more in you.”

I wasn’t so sure.  In fact, when the next person stepped up, it took me a moment to realize there was even someone there.  Their tongue was lapping up and down my folds before I was truly aware enough to remember I was supposed to be playing a game.

The way they lapped their tongue was almost soothing after the intensity of the last orgasm I had.  There was a scratch of beard on my skin, but my foggy head made it hard to think about which beard it could be.

Finally, it clicked into place.  No metal hand.  That cut out Bucky.  Clint and Steve were both clean-shaven.  Which just left Tony and Sam.  I was sure that Tony would want to torture me after what happened and he wouldn’t be going easy on me at all. “Sam…” I moaned, the sounds completely breathless.

“We should never have doubted you,” Thor said.  “This is truly impressive.”

“Are you sure you’re not peeking?” Clint asked.

“Just know you all,” I argued in that same breathless moan.

Sam pulled back and a moment later there was the press of his cock against my cunt. “Let’s make you come a different way,” Sam said.

He lifted my legs so they were up against his chest and he pushed into me.  As he started to thrust into me, I gripped the edge of the table to hold myself steady. “Oh fuck,” I moaned.  I was so sensitive and overworked, that I knew the next six orgasms would happen really fast.  I was going to be completely over-stimulated by the time we were done.

Sam slid his hands down my thighs and onto my cunt, and he began to rub my clit in tight circles. I mewled, arching my back and clenching tight around his shaft.  “Oh god, Sam.  Please…”  I didn’t even know what I was pleading for.  I just knew I needed something.  More, harder, slow down, be gentle.  Or maybe just to stop.

His thumb kept rubbing in tight circles on my clit and thrusting in fast and deep, and very quickly I was brought spiraling to the edge once more.  He pinched my clit and I went toppling over, crying out and clenching my teeth as all my muscles clenched up at once.

“Good girl,” Sam praised.  “There we go.”

He slipped out of me and I let my legs fall on the table.  “You still okay?” he asked.

I nodded and made an incoherent sound.  He caressed my cheek and ran his thumb over my bottom lips.  “Elise, are you sure?”

I nodded again.  “Yeah.  I can do this.”

He stepped away and the next hand touched me. Just the right hand, and it slid up my legs and when it reached the apex of my thigh, the thumb ran up and down my slit.  Someone might have been just trying to mess with me, but I didn’t think so, and when the person crouched and their long hair teased the inside of my thighs it confirmed it.  “Bucky,” I said.

He laughed. “Damn it.  I was trying not to give it away.”

“That’s what gave it away,” I said.

“Alright, alright, let’s make you come then,” he said, sounding a lot like he was pouting.

He didn’t even bother to try and go down on me.  He just pushed my legs up against my body, lined his cock up to my cunt, and shoved in deep.  I gasped as he bottomed out and I felt the sharp sting of the head of his cock hitting my cervix.  “Bucky,” I whined.

“Sorry, honey,” he said, backing off a bit.  He smoothed his hands down my thighs and began to thrust.

I reached up, grabbing his wrists as he thrust into me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in as tightly as I could.  “Bucky,” I moaned.  “Kiss me.”

He wrapped his right arm around my waist and lifted me, so I was sitting on the edge of the table and the cool metal of his thumb brushed over my lips.  I parted them, leaning forward as I wrapped my arms around him and pushed my hands into his hair.

He kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth.  I flicked my tongue forward to meet his and they danced together.  Bucky kept thrusting into me and I rolled my hips to meet him.  As worked up as I was, I knew I wouldn’t last, but the way this orgasm built felt so different from the past four.  It wound around me like a warm blanket.  I was engulfed by it, cocooned completely.  It heated me from the inside and yet I trembled in Bucky’s arms.  He held me close, thrusting in deep and kissing me with a passionate intensity that took my breath away.

When my orgasm washed over me, I threw my head back and clenched tight around me.  “Oh god, Bucky,” I moaned.

Bucky’s hips stuttered and he groaned loudly, burying his head in my neck. “Fuck, Elly,” he groaned, suddenly jerking forward and coming inside me.

“Bucky Barnes, you dirty dog,” Clint scolded.  “Leaving a mess in there for us to clean up.”

I swatted lazily in Clint’s direction as Bucky started laughing. “Oh like you’re not looking forward to that.”

He pulled out of me and I lay back with a groan.  It wasn’t long before someone else was between my legs.  They lifted them and spread them wide and then did something that gave them away immediately.  They laughed.

“What’s so funny, Tony?” I asked.

“Ah fuck,” he said. “Didn’t even get a chance to trick you.  I just had plans to go to town on you.”

“Mean,” he said, reaching for him.  “Go on, you gotta give me my prize.”

“Alright, alright,” he said and pushed his cock up against my cunt.  “It’s coming and so will you be.”

I laughed, but it was cut short as he shoved inside of me.  He thrust in so hard it nearly knocked the wind from me.  I cried out and reached above my head.  Someone grabbed my hand and I held onto them as Tony began to thrust into me.

He didn’t go easy on me the way Bucky had.  He grabbed my legs, held me in place, and just railed into me.  “Fuck… fuck… fuck…” I babbled as I was jolted on the table.  My fingers tightened around whoever’s hand I was holding.  It felt like this orgasm was being hammered into me.  Each thrust of Tony’s hips just made it build more and more until I was ready to burst.

It hit me hard, lights popped behind my eyes and I cried out, my hips bucking and my body writhing under him.  “Oh fuck yes, Tony!” I mewled.

Tony kept thrusting, fucking me through my orgasm, and with a shudder he came too, moaning as he did.  “There you go, Legolas,” Tony teased as he held me in place.

He leaned down and kissed me as he pulled out, and stepped away.  A lay on the table breathing heavily, waiting for the next person the move up.

I didn’t have to wait long, and once again, I knew who it was as soon as their hands were on my skin.

“Wanda,” I said.

She giggled.  “I knew there was no point trying to trick you.  But lucky you, now you get your prize.”

She took her hands off me completely and just as I wondered what she was doing, the warm tingle of her powers touched on my feet and began to wind their way up my leg.  It was slow going, and it didn’t settle on my cunt right away, rather, it wrapped its way right around me, making my whole body buzz and tingle.

I whined, squirming on the table.  I was still holding someone’s hand, and I gripped it tighter, trying to tether myself to something real.

“Please, Wanda,” I whined, bucking my hips.

She giggled again, but things started to get more focused.  It swirled around my nipples, tugging on them, and began to buzz against my clit. I moaned, arching my back and the pressure increased.  Every moan I made made her increase the pressure of her powers on me.  My nipples hardened almost painfully and a hot current ran right through me from my clit.  I was dripping on the table as my cunt clenched around nothing.

It started to feel like some kind of torture.  I was so close, and yet she was keeping me hovering there right at the edge.  “Please.  Please, Wanda.  I need … I need…”

“Yes, Elly?” she asked.

“I need to come,” I wailed.

A jolt shot through me, and just like that, I came, arching hard off the table, and screaming as my orgasm rocked through me, making me gush onto the table.  It was the most intense orgasm yet, and for a moment everything went black.

When the world returned, I was panting heavily, completely dazed as I rode out the extreme orgasm high.

“Holy shit, Wanda,” Natasha cursed.  “That was impressive.”

“Two more left, El,” Steve said.  “You sure you’ve got them in you?”

I nodded slowly.  “Think so.”

Someone moved up and skimmed the back of their fingers up the insides of my thighs.  It was a Clint trick, but not out of Steve’s playbook. Whoever it was leaned in, ghosting his lips up the insides of my soaked thighs.  His fingers moved to my cunt, spreading it with his fingers and running his tongue up my slit.  There was no beard, but both Clint and Steve were currently clean-shaven, so that didn’t give it away.  I really had no idea who was touching me.

I lifted my feet, put them on his shoulders, and flexed my toes.  Whoever it was was broad-shouldered and muscular.  That didn’t exactly narrow it down either.  And just because Steve was broader than Clint, I chose him.

“Steve?” I asked.

“You sure about that, darlin’?” Bucky asked. 

“No… but it’s my guess,” I moaned.

Some of the group started clapping.  “Well done, that’s all of you.  How about Clint and Steve make you come together, so you only have to do one more?” Sam suggested.

I nodded emphatically.  “Please.”

Steve moved forward, the thick head of his cock pressing against my cunt.  I raised my hips to meet him, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer to me.  He pulled back just a little and with a snap of his hips, he sunk in deep.

I gasped and arched my back.  As I did, Clint moved up beside me on the table and began to flick his tongue over my clit and play with my breast.  The table was jostled beside us and Clint grunted and let out a moan.

“Who’s fucking Clint?” I moaned.

“That’d be me, honey,” Sam replied.  “You want to see?”

I nodded.  “Please.”

The blindfold was taken off as Steve continued to thrust into me.  I blinked at the light and looked around, Taking everything in.  Steve was between my legs, holding me in place, his brow furrowed as he fucked me.  Clint was half propped on the table, bent over me, licking at my clit and that base of Steve’s cock.  Sam was behind him, one hand braced on Clint’s shoulder and the other on his hip as he thrust into him, jostling him against me.  The others were spaced around the table.  Most just watching.  Thor was the one holding my hand, though Wanda was bouncing in his lap, her eyes glowing pink.

Everyone else was just kissing and holding each other as they watched Clint and Steve bring on my final orgasm.  Seeing them just added to my pleasure, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

I relaxed back, just letting the pleasure wash over me, It encompassed me completely.  But in the end, it wasn’t either Steve or Clint that set my orgasm off, it was Wanda’s orgasm.

She cried out and her powers burst out of her and I was hit by a sudden, intense wave of her pleasure.  I came hard, all my muscles clenching at once making me arch violently off the table.  I cried out and my vision blacked out for a moment.  Wanda’s orgasm must have affected the others too.  Steve groaned and gripped my hips hard shoving into me and coming deep inside me.  Sam’s hips bucked and his head fell back as his hit too, and Clint suddenly arched like a cat and came in thick ropes onto the table.

I fell back breathing heavily as I rode the waves of my orgasm.  Steve hunched over me panting and Clint slithered down and lay there with his head on my stomach.

That’s how we stayed for a while and then Natasha stood.  “Okay.  How about we clean up here and head downstairs?  I think it’s time for a soak in the hot tub.” 

Steve sighed contentedly and slipped out of me.   He pulled up his pants and then picked me up, cradling me against him. “Good birthday?” he asked.

I hummed, snuggling against his chest and closing his eyes as I murmured my reply. “The best.”

~ END ~

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Summary: When you and Bucky are both accidentally hit with sex pollen while on a mission, you're determined to keep your relationship status at friendship, even if you’d like it to be more. Even if you think he feels the same. Even if you accidentally end up pregnant. Even if it kills you.

(Spoiler Alert: it might actually kill you. Good luck with that.)

Trigger warnings include discussion of abortion, failed pregnancies, deaths of both mom & baby--not the MC! Full warnings on AO3. Happy ending is guaranteed, despite warnings. Please see AO3 for full A/N and tags.

Chapter Summary: In which we go back a few weeks, and hopefully answer a few questions.

The Alarm only goes when it’s the type of emergency that can’t wait for a briefing or planning session. There’s no way to know what you’ll be up against until you’re in the hangar. The moment you step out of the elevator— “Sorry,” says Steve. An apology, sure, but one that’s a bit crisper with his own brand of adrenaline. “Pretty sure this is gonna end up hand-to-hand.” You want to protest, because you and Nat have been working hard on deflecting hits instead of taking them, but instead you nod, because you’d promised. “Got it. What do you need? Comms? Remote hacking?” Steve shakes his head. “Probably not, but check in with Maria.” You nod as Steve goes to board the Quinjet, and there’s a touch on your shoulder. “Hey,” says Nat gently. “Next one.” “Next one,” you agree, and watch the Quinjet take off without you.

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The Light Within: I - The Night We Met

Summary: In a world where danger lurks at every corner, will Anna and Bucky find the strength to confront their pasts and embrace a future together, or will their scars keep them apart forever?

A/N: Hey! I know I have a lot of pending series but I just got out of my writer's block so I'm starting a new one! Hope you enjoy this! Okay, this is a little long. This is a series based on MCU! Also, I changed the titles to songs I listen to while I write them.

Word Count: 6,534

Run

That’s always her first thought. That’s what her parents and sister said to her. Just run. From the bad things even in the good ones. She doesn’t draw the line to it, instead she just runs. That’s how Tony adopted her, she ran to his arms crying after a few Hydra agents ransacked their house trying to abduct her and her sister. Why? Anna and her sister, Joey, had a special ability. Joey can bend air and fire and she also has telekinesis and Anna can fly and has psychokinesis, mental manipulation, and she can project anything she wants to a person’s mind and thoughts, God! She can even project a force field like her dad. She can make you think what she wants to make you think. That’s why they wanted them both but Anna was able to use her powers against them and then she ran, she just ran till she bumped into Tony. She did not ask for help and she was supposed to run again but Tony stopped her, brought her home, and she stayed there. Tony, until now, doesn’t know why he brought her home. At first, Anna stayed in her room. Locked away and crying. It wasn’t when Tony spent his nights outside her room and just talked. He talked about his day, what made him happy or sad, he talked about everything until she came out, physically, until she regained confidence and trust to talk about what happened. Tony did not judge, though it’s in his nature, for her, he did not. He listened and laughed when she joked, and cried whenever she misses her family. They were two peas in a pod some might say. She was one of the few people he opened up to and vice versa. People wouldn’t believe him whenever he tells the story of how he adopted her. They thought it was just some political bullshit to make them believe he was one of the good guys. I mean, an arrogant, narcissist billionaire adopting a 7 year old girl out of the blue? That’s not how they see him. But for them, it did not matter. What matters is that they have each other. Tony changed himself for her. He brought her clothes, enrolled her to the most expensive school, and gave her the world. In return? Anna gave him happiness and fulfillment in life.

When Tony got ambushed in the desert. Anna locked away again. She tried to find him everywhere. Pepper and Happy tried everything to make her eat, drink, or come out of her room but they failed. Anna only wanted Tony so when he came back his first thought was Anna's wellbeing. That was the first time Tony told him how much he loves her like his kid. That was also Anna’s first time in a long time where she felt she had a family. Even though it was just the two of them.

“Tony?” Anna knocked on his door on his first night back. Tony opened the door slightly and invited her in before he sat down on his desk chair. “Who was that?”

“Nobody, honey,” He answered, quickly flipping down the Avenger initiative file and turning to her. “What’s up?”

“Are you okay?” She gently asked. Her eyes bloodshot from the nights she cried when he was away. Tony felt a sting on his chest even though the reactor was there.

Tony quickly got up and engulfed her in a hug. He repeatedly told her he was okay and kissed her head. Anna shook her head. “I can feel you’re hurt.”

“It’s just a scratch, honey. I’m okay,” he lifted her chin, wiping her tears. Tony looked into her eyes and he felt, in that moment, that he was dad. Not just some guy who took her in. “Okay?”

She nodded and grabbed his arm before inspecting his scratches. Without stalling, she healed her. Tony’s muscles tensed when he saw his scratches healed. He saw in the mirror behind her that even the slightest wounds on his face were healed. The aches of his joints, gone. Even the pain on his back. The one where he paid the most expensive chiropractor to remedy it. Gone. His eyes went round as he looked at her, her innocent and charming face, as chatty as he ever was, in that moment he was lost for words. Not because he was disgusted but because he had the sense on why Hydra wanted her. He knew he had to keep her safe. And that’s why he refused the Avenger initiative but agreed to be a consultant for S.H.I.E.L.D in return, they have to keep her safe.

As she grew, the more resilient she became. Her agility grows faster than the grass in spring. That’s when Tony made her train with Natasha. Anna was more than happy to do it. She became like Tony, a smart mouth, and he was okay with it. He was content whenever he saw her grow into the strong, smart, confident, kind woman she is. When the Avengers formed, Fury and Tony had a disagreement when Tony knew that she would be a part of it. He was scared, well, he knows she can more than take care of herself but the thought of her child getting hurt doesn’t sit well with him.

“Dad,” Anna followed her Tony who stormed out of the room. She held his arm to look back at her but Tony was quick to gather it back. Anna had no choice but to use her mind to make him turn to her. “I’m not your enemy here.”

“I know! I know that! But I will not let you come with us! It’s too dangerous!” Tony paced back and forth. He took a deep breath before cupping her face tightly so that her cheeks were squashed. “I can’t lose you, kid.”

“You will not. I promise,” she promised. And she kept her promise. After the battle in New York she laid low. She did not work for S.H.I.E.L.D. She just went home after they ate shawarma. She continued to live as simply as she could. She applied as an intern at Stark Industries and continued to live with him. Tony did not want her to move out. He was clear on that.

Anna spent most of her time drawing. She drew pictures of everybody she met. She gave one to Steve, Natasha, Clint, and Banner. She tried to give one to Thor but they don’t have UPS in Asgard. She drew pictures of her family, as much as she could as she could feel her memories of them slipping away. She doesn’t have pictures of them, that's why she just draws them. There were times when she could feel them, her last vivid memory was when they were having dinner. Her dad was joking about the food her mom cooked. Her mom was rolling eyes. And her sister was whispering nonsense to her just to make her laugh. There were also times where she could feel the sadness of it. She’d get nightmares of HYDRA on her doorstep. She’d dream of her family. She’d sometimes use her power just to make her back in that moment. She’d hug and kiss them one last time.

Anna finished her bath when she heard her phone ring. It was a message from Nat with an address. She tried to call the number back but no one answered. She quickly got her bag and drove to the address. It was a trailer. She got more confused as she’d never seen it before. Steve opened the door and quickly let her in before looking around then closed the door. Natasha, Steve, and a guy were there. Nat and Steve looked crappy. Like they came from an explosion.

“What the hell happened?” Her forehead creased. She took in their sights. She sighed before healing them both. Once done, all of them sat down on the sofa before Steve told her that Fury is dead, Tony’s dad’s death may not have been an accident, and the HYDRA’s experiment on this winter soldier program. Anna took in a sharp breath before tilting her head. She fought back her tears. “Do you think they killed my family?”

The three looked at each other. Steve held her hand and gently squeezed. “We don’t know the answer to that.”

“We need to know!” She insinuated. Anna stood up, her fists clenching into a ball. “I need to know, Steve!”

Natasha met her gaze. She held her arms, consoling her. “We will get there. I owe that to you but now, we have to focus. Okay?”

Anna read her mind. She can see her honesty, her fear, her kiss with Steve which was a little disgusting. She nodded, agreeing to them. She went to the kitchen to get a drink while the two cleaned themselves. Anna met Sam, also a veteran like Steve. She sat down on the table finishing her water when Sam sat down in front of her. “Hey.”

She looked at him, smiling a bit. “Hey, Sam.”

“You okay?” He asked, his head bowed down. Anna saw that he was scared of her.

“Why are you scared of me?” Sam’s eyes widened. He shook his head, in his head, he was embarrassed. “I can read you.”

“Like a book?” He sized her up. The corner of his mouth lifted.

“Yeah,” She smirked and nodded. “Like a book.”

“Oh yeah?” His tone questioned his powers. He leveled with her gaze, he rested his hands on the table. “What am I thinking now?”

Anna tried to stifle her smile. She saw he was thinking of boobs. She studied him. She saw Nat and Steve came out and sat beside them. “Steve’s ass,” she glanced sideways then answered, copying his posture. “You’re thinking about Steve’s ass.”

“I was not. Dude! I’m not gay!” Sam quickly averted his look to Steve and shook his head. “Hey! Play fair!”

They laughed at him as he stormed to the kitchen to make some food. Steve gave her a bump before sitting on the lover’s chair. He peered outside before rubbing his chin. Nat got up and leaned on the counter as Sam went back to place food on the table.

“The real question is who at S.H.I.E.L.D could launch a domestic missile strike?” She questioned, looking at Steve.

“Pierce,” Steve answered, looking away.

“Who happens to be on the top of the most secure building in the world?” Anna crossed her legs before drinking water. “That’s easy.”

Steve looked at her. “He’s not working alone. Zola’s algorithm was on the Lemurian Star.”

Nat gasped. “So was Jasper Stillwell.”

She ate the food while the tree talked about how Fury was abducted. Sam gave out files and pictures of his previous work as a pararescue. That’s how they were able to kidnap Fury in broad daylight. Steve was hesitant on having Sam help them out as he got out of war for a good reason and all of a sudden, he’s back in action. In the end, all of them devise a plan to gather information from Stillwell.

Anna kicked Stillwell on the chest, bursting the door open. A grunting Stilwell rolled on the floor. Steve followed closely. “Tell me about Zola’s algorithm.”

Stillwell quickly gathered his glasses but Anna smashed it. He looked at her. Anna gave her a smile in return. “I’ll buy you a new one if you answer.”

“Never heard of it,” he panted, walking backwards till he felt the ledge on his thighs.

“What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?”

“I was throwing up. I got seasick,” Stillwell gasped when he had nowhere to walk back.

Steve grabbed his collar and lifted him up. Steve’s nose flared as he hoisted him higher. Stillwell held his hands, his legs flailing. “Is this little display meant to insinuate that you’re gonna throw me off the roof? Because it’s really not your style, Rogers.”

“You’re right, it’s not,” He placed him down, cleaning his collar. “It’s theirs.”

Nat kicked him down the roof before turning to Anna. “What about Dave? From Accounting?”

“Gabe,” Anna rolled her eyes. “Tongue piercing.”

“You’re dating again?” Steve asked. She nodded and smiled. “Me too!”

That was when Sam flew up with Stillwell, throwing him back on the roof before landing there. He crossed his arms once he landed. “What do you think? Falcon, baby!”

“Like the bird?” Anna winced before shaking her head.

Sam rolled his eyes. They surrounded Stillwell. He held his hands up in defeat before rambling out that Zola’s algorithm is a program for choosing insight targets.

“What targets?” Anna demanded to know.

“You!” He halfheartedly laughed. “A TV anchor in Cairo, the Under Secretary of Defense, Bruce Banner, Stephen Stranger, and Tony’s daughter. Anyone who’s a threat to HYDRA now or in the future.”

Anna gave him a kick in the face before lifting him upside down. “How did you find me? How could it know?” She then let him fall down on the ground.

“Zola reads people’s past to predict their future,” He admitted. Sighing in defeat as he knows someone will kill him. Anna had the sense that he will. I mean, who wouldn’t kill him after he released that information?

“And then what?” Anna asked.

“Then that Insight helicarries scratch people off the list.”

Steve lunged forward. “When?” Sam held back Stillwell to prevent him to make extra movements.

“When?” He asked again.

“A few million at a time.”

Anna felt a pit to her stomach. She felt their gaze on her. Death has been her enemy. Her biggest enemy. When she was younger, all she wanted to be was dead. Resting in peace with her family. But now that she found her family, she had a sense of living. She was granted a new life and she thanks whatever God there is for it. She grabbed Stillwell by his tie and rushed to his car. The three followed her as she slammed him inside and got in. Natasha got on the other side. Sam drove the car. Steve was in the passenger seat. Sam stepped on the gas as they drove on the freeway. Natasha was shooting her concerned looks. Anna could hear their thoughts, all of them, which makes her hate her powers.

Stillwell was anxiously moving in his seat. “HYDRA doesn’t like leaks.”

“Then why don’t you try sticking a cork in it?” Sam shot back, looking at him through the rearview mirror.

Natasha peeked at the men in front. “Insight’s launching in 16 hours.”

“Yep,” Anna agreed, nodding her head while looking outside. “Which means in 16 hours I might be dead. So you know, we need to rush.”

They turned their heads at her. Not knowing if she’s being facetious or not. She returned their looks with a glare and faked a smile before looking outside. Steve looked back at her. “You won’t die. Not you or other people.”

“Oh yeah?” Anna snickered. “Are you God? How can we even stop this thing?”

Steve’s jaw clenched. “We’ll use him to bypass the DNA scans and access the helicarriers directly.”

“What? Are you crazy?” Stillwell leaned in between them. “That is a terrible, terrible idea.”

Steve was about to answer when they heard a thud on the roof of the car and Stillwell was dragged outside, tossing him off the freeway. Nat tried to pull him back but was too late. Shots were made through the roof making them dove forward seating on Sam’s and Steve’s laps. Sam slammed on the brakes making the “assassin” fly off the roof but he was fast to tumble and used his, what looks like, metal arm to halt his movement. He stood up, eyeing them. Anna attempted to use her projection to stop him but she came to nothing. She got out her gun and was about to shoot him when a truck slammed on them, throwing her gun on the ground. They were pushed forward till the “assassin” jumped on the roof again. The brakes were squealing as she patted on her gun on the floor. His metal hand smashed the rear glass and tugged on the steering wheel then quickly pulled Anna, choking on her neck, out of the car. They screamed her name while Nat shot repeatedly to the roof hoping to aim him.

“What the hell do you want?” Anna said in between breaths as she felt his metal hand tightening around her neck. Her legs are flailing trying to find something to step into. The assassin jumps from their car to the truck, still holding her to her neck. But she can feel it loosening, she breathed in between. She could smell her musky scent. She could hear his rapid heartbeat. But she couldn’t read him, she couldn’t project anything on his mind. The truck slammed onto the car once pushing it to the rail. The three got out by slamming the door open, leaping outside. Anna powered her mind to the car striking it to the post splitting it into two. She then powered on to her friends, slowing down their speed. As her friend screeched into a halt, so did the truck. But the assassin held out his gaze on her, she saw the color of his eyes: Blue. Not the blue in the ocean, but it was in hue like a piercing icy blue, almost translucent. She stared at it before he tossed her to them, Steve was quick to catch her. He hopped down as a man handed him a grenade launcher. Steve pushed Nat and Anna out of the way as the shot was made to him, he held his shield up, and was catapulted off the freeway slamming him to a bus. More men followed and fired on them. Sam and Nat hid behind cars while Anna projected a force field and swung the guys off, and flung them away. Anna walked towards them till the only one standing was the guy with the mask. Nat aimed at him but he fired back, blowing the car in front of her, which made her dove to the other side.

“Hey!” Anna shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos. She saw his eyes flicker in her direction, momentarily distracted from his aim. In a split second, she crushed his launcher, the sound of metal crumpling echoing in the air. She felt his surprise morphed into fury as he charged at her like a bull. Anna’s heart raced, adrenaline surging through her veins. She bolted to the side just as he swung his fist, the wind from his strike whooshing past her. With quick reflexes, she slid down, darting between his legs like a shadow in the night.

Using the momentum, Anna quickly jabbed at his ribs, her fist connecting with a satisfying thud. He grunted, stumbling slightly as she rolled away, ready to evade his retaliation. With a growl, he lunged at her again, swinging wildly. Anna ducked under his arm and delivered a swift kick to the back of his knee, bringing him down to the ground with a thud. Before he could react, she was on him, pinning him down and ready to strike. She got her pocket knife out of her holster. Her left was on his neck, pinning him harder, her right an inch away from him but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Her hands trembled, her breaths were quick and fast. She tried to move but she couldn’t. She tried to summon the courage to strike, to end it right there, but an invisible weight held her back. Just as doubt began to creep into her mind, he retaliated with a sudden ferocity. In an instant, the tables turned. He flipped them over with a swift motion, leaving her stunned as her head slammed against the unforgiving ground. Pain shot through her skull, and a sharp gasp escaped her lips.

With brutal efficiency, he pinned her hand down with his arm, trapping her. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the intensity of his presence overwhelming. His hand brushed against her arm, the grip tighter than a suit, grounding her in the moment.

Time seemed to freeze as their eyes locked, a storm of emotions swirling between them. She searched his gaze for any sign of weakness, any hint of fear, but found only a steely resolve that sent shivers down her spine. In that heartbeat, the world around them faded away, leaving just the two of them locked in a battle of wills.

Then, as suddenly as it began, he released her arm, the grip loosening. He sat back, still staring intently at her, a mixture of confusion and admiration flickering in his eyes. He murmured, his voice low and gravelly, under his breath that she wasn’t able to hear. She didn’t respond, her heart still pounding, uncertainty flooding her mind. What was he thinking? What did this moment mean?

With one last look that seemed to pierce through her soul, he stood up, leaving her breathless and disoriented on the ground. In that fleeting second, everything had changed. Anna sat up, holding her head to search for blood but there was nothing. She got up and saw Sam walking towards her.

“Are you okay?” He asked, holding her while he checked for bruises. “Where is he?”

She was lost for words and breath. She could hear her heart beating out of her chest so loud as she stood there dazed and confused as to what just happened. Sam asked her once again before she answered, stammering. “I-I don’t know.”

Sam studied her intently, his eyes searching for any sign of uncertainty in Anna as she scanned the chaotic street for him. The atmosphere crackled with tension; Anna felt a magnetic repulsion toward him, pulling her instincts taut. Still gasping for breath, they sprinted through the fray to find Steve and Natasha.

They spotted them on the ground, surrounded by chaos. Steve was crouched low, using his shield to deflect bullets fired by four armed men, while Natasha darted in and out of cover, keeping a watchful eye on the street.

“I’ll help them on the ground; you distract them,” Anna commanded, her voice steady despite the chaos. Without waiting for a response, she jumped down, landing gracefully on the roof of a car. With fierce determination, she began guiding panicked civilians off the street, projecting an invisible barrier around them as a shield against the chaos.

But amidst the mayhem, an assassin locked his eyes on her, observing her every movement with predatory focus. Speaking in hushed tones in Russian, he glanced at the men beside him, a smirk creeping across his face. “I found her. Go find him.”

“Try to kill her this time. That’s the order,” one of the men urged, his voice laced with malice.

With a glare that could pierce steel, the assassin vaulted to the ground, his finger resting ominously on the trigger. He moved stealthily, using the shadows as his ally, stalking Anna like a wolf on the prowl.

Suddenly, he rolled a bomb to the ground, waiting for the deafening explosion that would shatter the air. The blast echoed around them, and in that moment, Natasha leaped onto his shoulder, expertly tying a string around him, attempting to restrain him.

As Anna worked to remove his metal arm, the assassin stumbled back, slamming Natasha against the car with a sickening thud. But Natasha, fierce and unyielding, fought to tighten her grip, refusing to let go.

“A little faster, Anna!” Natasha screamed, urgency coursing through her voice.

Anna pulled with all her might, desperation fueling her efforts, but the assassin quickly retaliated, shoving her against the car, pain exploding through her body as he slammed her down. He then turned his wrath on Natasha, pinning her to the ground with a brutal force.

The two women scrambled in opposite directions, hearts racing, each woman fighting for survival. The assassin held his gun aloft, eyes narrowing as he chose his target. He fired at Natasha first, the bullet grazing her shoulder. She cried out in pain, clutching her wound as she sought refuge behind a car.

Anna frozen, her breath catching as she noticed his glasses had fallen away, revealing piercing blue eyes that sent a chill down her spine.

“You’re pissing me off,” she spat defiantly, determination surging within her as she sprinted toward him, swinging with all her strength.

He countered, capturing her arm and swinging back with brutal precision. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth as she staggered from the impact. But with fierce resolve, she twisted his arm, leaping onto his shoulder and tightening her grip, refusing to back down.

He stumbled forward, trying to shake her off, but she regained her footing, fists clenched and ready for another strike. Blood dripped from her lips, but there was a fire in her eyes that made the assassin pause, momentarily taken aback.

He hadn’t removed his armor; he stood resolute, fists raised, ready to finish the fight. With a swift motion, he swung his metal arm at her, but Anna ducked just in time, retaliating with a kick that connected squarely with his face.

But he countered quickly, gripping her leg and tumbling her to the ground before launching another punch that connected with her face, pain exploding across her senses. He seized her by the neck, lifting her off the ground, his grip tightening like a vice.

In a desperate attempt to fight back, Anna drew her knife, aiming for his metal arm. But he was too quick, reversing her strike and puncturing her thigh with the blade instead. A scream tore from her throat, a raw sound of agony and defiance.

His eyes widened in horror at his own brutality as he threw her forward, sending her crashing against the car. He paused, staring at the blood dripping from his flesh arm, the realization hitting him like a brick.

In that crucial moment of distraction, Steve appeared like a beacon of hope. He slipped around the assassin’s back, executing a German suplex that sent shockwaves through the air. Steve quickly raised his shield, deflecting the assassin's knife and striking his metal arm with relentless force, pressing down hard, desperate to break it.

When the blow didn’t yield, he darted under the assassin’s arm, landing a punch to his face that sent him reeling. They fought back-to-back, each man relying on the other as the tension thickened. Steve tugged with all his might, ripping the assassin’s mask away in a furious motion.

But when the assassin turned to face Steve, the recognition was instantaneous. Steve’s eyes widened in shock. “Bucky?”

Bucky furrowed his brows, confusion marrying his expression. “Who the hell is Bucky?” he growled, raising his weapon to aim at Steve.

In an instant, Sam soared through the air, colliding with Steve and knocking him out of the line of fire just in time. Anna seized the opportunity, flying to Bucky’s side and delivering a fierce kick that sent him stumbling. She followed up with a blow to his knee, forcing him to lean against the car for support, his glare cutting through the chaos.

“Down!” Natasha shouted, her voice commanding as she fired a grenade launcher at the car Bucky leaned on.

The explosion erupted in flames, consuming the car and sending Bucky spiraling into the shadows. Anna and Steve quickly searched the area for any sign of him, but before they could regroup, an armored van screeched to a halt behind them.

Mercenary soldiers poured out, surrounding them with weapons drawn, shouting for them to get on the ground. Confusion swept over Steve as he complied, kneeling in disbelief. This wasn’t Bucky; Bucky was his friend.

As they cuffed them and dragged them inside the armored van, a chilling realization settled in Steve’s gut. The man he once knew was gone, replaced by a shadow of the past, lost to the chaos of war.

“It was him,” Steve murmured, his gaze fixed on the ground as if it held the answers to the shattered fragments of his memories. “He looked right at me like he didn’t even know me.”

“How is that even possible? It was, like, 70 years ago,” Sam replied, his brow furrowed in confusion, trying to grasp the reality of the situation unfolding around them.

“Zola,” Natasha interjected, glancing at Anna as she tended to her injured shoulder, the weight of the revelation settling heavily in the air.

“Bucky’s whole unit was captured in ‘43. Zola experimented on him. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. They must’ve found him and…” Steve’s voice faltered, choked by the weight of his thoughts.

Tears welled in Anna’s eyes, and she reached out, her voice soft but firm. “None of that’s your fault, Steve.”

But Steve shook his head in disbelief, anguish etched into his features. “Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky.”

As they sat in the confines of the prison van, a sudden burst of chaos erupted when one of the guards stunned the other. To their astonishment, she revealed herself to be Hill. With swift precision, she used a Mouse Hole to cut an opening in the van, leading them to freedom.

Hill led them to a hidden facility where Fury lay recovering. The director hadn’t died as they’d feared; instead, he had taken an anti-stress serum developed by Banner, lowering his heartbeat to a mere pulse, making him appear dead to the world.

Meanwhile, Bucky was trapped in the lab, reduced to a mere lab rat. He sat on a chair, the sterile environment around him a cruel reminder of his past. Tears glistened in his eyes as the memories surged forth—the screams of Anna echoing in his mind, the warmth of their friendship eclipsed by the icy grip of his transformation into the Winter Soldier. The haunting images of his fall from the train and the soldiers dragging him from the ice replayed in his mind like a tormenting nightmare.

Suddenly, the weight of his despair exploded within him. He swung at the doctors surrounding him, sending them flying across the room. He remained seated, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the chaos of his thoughts swirled around him. Just then, Pierce entered the room, his presence suffocating.

“Mission report,” Pierce commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

Bucky, lost in a tempest of emotions, remained silent, his mind reeling between visions of Anna and Steve. When Pierce pressed for an answer again, he struck Bucky across the face, but the pain barely registered through the haze of his thoughts.

“The man on the bridge? Who was he?” Bucky pressed. His voice was low, a growl that betrayed his distrust. “I knew him.”

Pierce leaned closer, his voice dripping with false reassurance. “Your work has been a gift—”

“How about the girl?” Bucky interrupted, his anger bubbling to the surface.

Pierce chuckled darkly. “The one you did not kill? She was a HYDRA experiment.”

In that moment, a flicker of emotion sparked within Bucky, a feeling he couldn’t quite name. “You were there… the house in Oswego, a family you ransacked. That was her. She got out. Faster than you. We felt that we should just get her instead of you.”

Bucky's jaw clenched, a newfound resolve flooding through him. He may not know Anna well, but now, the desire to protect her surged within him, deeper than guilt or obligation—it was an instinct.

Pierce continued, spinning webs of lies about how Bucky was shaping the world, but Bucky felt his chest tighten, despair gripping him like a vice. He inhaled sharply, trying to stave off the tears that threatened to spill.

“Prep him,” Pierce ordered, standing up with a cruel finality. “He’s been out of the cryo freeze too long. Then wipe him and start over.”

Despair washed over Bucky like a tidal wave, a profound sense of loss sweeping through him. He couldn’t—he didn’t want to lose the memories of Anna and Steve. As he was shoved back into his seat, tears brimmed in his eyes. He bit down on the mouthguard so hard that he could feel it crack under the pressure.

With every deep, fast breath, he braced himself for the upcoming agony, the cold metal of the electrical magnet pressed against his head. As the searing pain coursed through him, he screamed, his voice echoing with anguish, fighting against the current that threatened to erase the flickering memories of his newfound connections.

Meanwhile, Anna, sensing the anguish from afar, stood up, clutching her chest as a pang shot through her. Steve rushed to her side, confusion etched on his face as he repeatedly asked if she was okay. She nodded, forcing herself to shut her brain off, taking a deep breath to calm the turmoil within. With a reassuring nod, she settled back down, leveling her breath as Fury explained the dire situation.

Hill and Fury revealed that Project Insight was only hours away from activation. The Helicarriers would ascend to 3,000 feet, connecting to the Insight Satellites, ready to zero in on their targets before firing. The only way to prevent the catastrophe was to acquire three special chips that would sever S.H.I.E.L.D. 's control over the Helicarriers.

The World Security Council arrived at the Triskelion, each member donning a badge granting unrestricted access. Little did they know, chaos was brewing. In the shadows, Rogers, Wilson, and Hill stealthily infiltrated the facility, taking control of communications. “Six minutes,” Hill reminded them.

“Hey, Sam, gonna need a ride,” Steve said through his comms.

Anna was on the roof. Battling agents. “Aw you don’t need me,” She faked sadness as she shot another agent.

Sam flew around the helipad. “Let me know when you’re ready.”

Steve lunged forward to jump. “I just did.”

Sam soared through the chaos, grasping Steve’s arm and urging him toward Anna’s side at the Helicarrier. They landed on the floor and rushed forward, only to be confronted by Bucky, whose actions had already crippled Sam’s jetpack. Rogers, who made it, and Anna tried to place the final chip when Bucky confronted him on the bridge.

“People are gonna die, Buck,” Steve panted, urgency lacing his voice. “I can’t let that happen. Please, don’t make me do this.”

Bucky stood frozen, grappling with the fog of his mission and the echoes of his past. Just then, Anna emerged behind him, weapon drawn. “I’ll do it,” she declared, her gaze unwavering.

Bucky turned to face her, locking eyes in a moment thick with tension. Anna’s finger rested on the trigger, and as she gently squeezed, Bucky stepped closer, his voice a chilling whisper. “Shoot.”

In an instant, Steve lunged forward, colliding with Bucky. A fierce struggle ensued, each blow echoing like thunder in the confined space. Bucky fought with unyielding ferocity, directing his strength primarily at Steve, leaving Anna to navigate the chaos around them.

As the battle raged on, Anna focused intently on inserting the final chips into the Helicarrier. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her legs, radiating up to her arms. She gasped, collapsing to the ground, her breaths quick and shallow. From her vantage point, she saw Steve wrestled down by Bucky, who leveled a gun at her.

“Shoot,” she managed to choke out, her voice strained but defiant.

Bucky’s eyes reflected a storm of conflict as he peered into hers. She could see the doubt flickering within him, and he could sense her pain penetrating the barriers he’d built around himself. His grip on the gun trembled, the weapon almost slipping from his grasp.

But just then, Steve struck from behind, snapping Bucky back into combat mode. Seizing the opportunity, Anna crawled toward the chipset, fighting through the pain that threatened to engulf her. With a final surge of determination, she locked the last chip into place.

“Charlie locked,” she gasped, relief flooding through her even amidst the chaos. She closed her eyes, allowing the pain to take her away. No energy or strength to heal herself.

The moment Anna opened her eyes, she was greeted by the stark white walls of a hospital room, the sterile scent of antiseptic filling the air. She blinked against the harsh light, realizing she was dressed in a hospital gown. As her gaze shifted, she spotted Steve sitting beside her, his head hung low in exhaustion.

“Hey,” she called softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Startled, Steve lifted his head, relief flooding his features as he met her gaze. He moved closer, helping her sit up comfortably, adjusting the pillow behind her back.

“How you feeling?” he asked, concern etched in his brow as he settled back into his chair.

“Shitty,” Anna replied, attempting a smile, but the effort was met with a sharp wince that shot through her body. She glanced down at herself, inspecting her skin for any signs of injury. No bullet wounds, no scrapes. “Why am I here if I'm okay?”

Steve sighed, a mix of frustration and humor in his voice. “Tony insisted.”

Anna pursed her lips, a knowing look passing between them. “Let me guess? He brought you hell?”

“More like Satan possessed him,” Steve joked, a hint of a grin creeping back onto his face.

They shared a laugh, the tension momentarily easing, but it quickly faded into silence as they both stared at the wall. Finally, Steve broke the stillness. “He saved you.”

Anna’s heart skipped a beat, surprise washing over her. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Steve confirmed with a nod. “When I lifted the metal off him, I told him I wasn’t going to fight anymore. Then he looked at you and strapped you into a parachute before we fell into the water.”

Her mind raced with his words, caught in a whirlwind of emotions. She didn’t know whether to feel flattered or conflicted. Time passed as they healed, and they frequently saw Sam. Tony gave her a hard time as well, prompting her to take time off work to volunteer at the museum.

What they didn’t know was that Bucky had escaped from HYDRA after Pierce’s death. He slipped into an empty apartment, grappling with his newfound freedom, desperate to find Anna.

One day, as he wandered through the museum, he came across an exhibit dedicated to Captain America. His heart raced when he spotted her—Anna, wearing tight jeans and a fitted blazer, guiding a group of kids around the displays. For the first time in a long while, a genuine smile crept onto his face, warming him from within.

He found a shadowed spot behind a post, watching her with an intensity he hadn’t felt in years. He studied her every move, the way she interacted with the children, the twinkle in her eye that spoke of joy and life. In that moment, he made a silent promise to himself: he would do everything in his power to keep that smile on her face.

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[andydrysdalerogers]

Yours Submissively ~ Masterlist

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos. And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

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𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙙 ⇒ 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘹 𝘦𝘹𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘳!𝘰𝘧𝘤

Chapter 2

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story summary: Kira Barnes, the younger adopted sister of Bucky Barnes, is forced out of the dark underworld of espionage and into the light of the new world of superheroes when her brother abandons her with the Avengers to go on the run. She is set in her ways and determined to find her brother until she meets Pietro Maximoff, someone who challenges her black-and-white view of the world.

story warnings: violence, swearing, blood, descriptions of abuse

chapter word count: 2247

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If it was anyone else, she wouldn't have listened.

Most people tended to have opinions on what Kira should and shouldn't do. Very loud and very wrong opinions. She guessed it was just what happened when you were the living product of some strange Jekyll-and-Hyde-esque experiment. People tended to see you less as a person and more as a test subject. Something to throw ideas at, rather than someone to help. She had learnt to ignore those opinions.

Steve's opinion, though, she respected. He was one of the only people who understood, at least part of, what Kira had experienced. Being thrust into an entirely new world with completely different norms was a frequent topic of discussion between them. She knew he meant well. He just wanted a normal life for her, after everything with Department X and HYDRA. Well, as normal a life as an Avenger could have.

Which is why Kira had been sitting alone, at the bar, for the last couple of hours. His only requirement had been that she attend. He said nothing about moping into a margarita. One of many. She silently cursed whoever took away her ability to get drunk with the Super Soldier Serum. Not even Thor's alien whiskey could get her tipsy. If it did, maybe then she could stop thinking about everything on her mind. Especially those missing twins.

Nat had insisted on bartending at the party, so she'd been making the margaritas for her, handing them over with an odd look. Kira assumed she was just worried about the drinks spilling on the clothes she'd borrowed from her last minute: a pretty green dress, that definitely fit Nat better than it did Kira, and matching heels. She made a mental note to agree to the next time she wanted to drag her along to get "real human clothes" (Nat's words, not hers).

From her seat at the furthest end of the bar, she watched as Sam won another game of pool, beating Steve once again. She smiled to herself. Kira had left Sam's side a while ago. She had initially stuck to him because he was the more extroverted of the two. After a while, she started to worry about coming off as a bit too clingy and quickly extracted herself when she noticed her mood starting to sour, not wanting to ruin his night. At least one of them was enjoying themselves.

Nat's eyes started to burn a hole in the side of her head. "What?" Kira sighed, still watching the room.

"Oh, nothing. It's totally normal for you to down 10 drinks in as many minutes whilst forlornly watching others enjoy themselves," she replied.

"Like you're any better." Kira turned to face her. "I know why you're at the bar too. Trying to convince everyone you're just showing off," she hit back. It was true Nat was weirdly competent at bartending, though. She had learnt decades ago to blend in at a club for a hit on some obscure politician, back in Department X. It was one of the only times all three of them had gone on a mission together. It was also the first and last time all three of them had tried to escape on a mission together. "You hate this shit just as much as I do."

Nat was unfazed at being read like that by Kira. With anyone else, she would've been taken aback, but Kira had always had a scary good ability to read people, so she was used to it. She'd regained the ability almost as soon as she'd regained her memories. "At least I'm discreet about it. You perpetually look like you're hiding something," Nat said. "Could you try to pretend you're having fun?"

"I can't," Kira almost whispered, her brow furrowing. "You know I didn't want to come. My danger sense has screaming at me since Tony brought up he was throwing this stupid party. I'm so sure something's going to go wrong."

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Maybe all those margaritas did do something, maybe she was taking Nat's advice or, more likely, Kira was more comfortable now all the strangers had finally filtered out of the room, at some early hour of the morning.

Only Maria, Dr Cho, and her teammates were left. Her danger sense - a sixth sense she'd discovered she had when testing the difference between her and Steve's serums once with Bruce - had also quietened down, and she could start to relax. They had all ended up, slightly tipsy and very tired, around one of the tables in the seating area; some standing, some sitting on the couches and others sprawled on the floor. The room was a mess. On their table alone there were a dozen empty glasses and beer bottles. And Thor's hammer. Of course, Clint had decided to take its mere existence as a challenge. That was how they found themselves in a hammer-lifting competition.

Clint, Tony, Rhodey and Bruce had all had a go, to no avail. When Steve tried, Kira could've sworn it budged slightly, but he gave up too. Nevermind.

"Sam?" he offered as he sat back down.

"Absolutely not, do I look crazy to you?" Sam turned away and hid his face in Kira's shoulder as she tried not to burst out laughing. "Save me from him, Ki. He's gonna embarrass me in front of a God," he complained.

"Nat?"

"That's not a question I need answered."

"Oh, come on! Ki?"

"Think I already know the answer to that question, Steve," Kira answered from the floor.

"Listen," Tony interjected, turning back to Thor. "All deference to the Man Who Wouldn't Be King, but it's rigged."

"You bet your ass," Clint mumbled miserably into his beer, still sore about not being able to lift the hammer.

"The handle's imprinted, right? Like a security code. 'Whosoever is carrying Thor's fingerprints' is, I think, the literal translation?" Tony continued.

"Yes, well that's a very, very interesting theory. I have a simpler one." Thor stood and grabbed the hammer with ease, flipping it. "You're all not worthy," he declared, smugly.

Everyone groaned. "Oh, come on," someone protested to the right of her. Kira was pretty sure she heard someone booing to her left. Steve just laughed from his seat on the couch. Pretentious little shit, she thought fondly. Thor's dramatics always managed to brighten her mood. Not enough to get rid of the silent alarm bells that were currently still going off in her head, but enough to ignore them.

Suddenly, they were interrupted by a loud screeching noise. Everyone's hands instinctively went to cover their ears but it faded just as quickly as it started. It had sounded like microphone feedback, so Kira assumed there was something wrong with the sound system. Her danger sense flared back up, though, as Tony pulled out one of his devices to see what was wrong. So much for being relaxed.

There was a clanging sound, like something made of metal trudging towards them. Kira and Steve locked eyes before everyone else heard it. "Worthy..." it whispered and she realised it was standing right in front of them. They all stood, slowly. Warily. Everyone was immediately on alert. Kira realised it was one of Tony's Legionnaire robots. It definitely wasn't supposed to be doing this. "No. How could you be worthy? You're all killers." How could it understand what we'd been saying?

"Stark," Steve warned.

Kira's eyes never left the bot. Something is badly wrong. She discretely lowered her hand, hovering over the gun she always kept on her, in her thigh holster.

"JARVIS," Tony tried, frantically. It wasn't like him to be so panicked. What has he done?

"I'm sorry, I was asleep. Or... I was a-dream," it rambled on, not making any sense.

"Reboot Legionnaire OS. We got a buggy suit," Tony continued, speaking over it.

She saw out of the corner of her eye, Sam slowly leaning over to get a hand on Steve's shield, which had been resting behind one of the couches.

"There was a terrible noise. And I was tangled in... strings. I had to kill the other guy. He was a good guy."

That stopped them in their tracks.

"You killed someone?" Steve asked.

"Wouldn't have been my first call," it replied in an oddly human way. "But, down in the real world, we're faced with ugly choices."

"Who sent you?" Thor was clearly getting tired of beating around the bush.

It played a recording instead of answering him. "I see a suit of armor around the world." It was Tony's voice. Wait, what?

"Ultron!" Bruce exclaimed, surprised.

Kira's head spun. What had these two been doing behind their backs? Maybe this is what I get for hiding my search for Jamie, the voice in her head rudely supplied.

Maria quietly took off the safety of her gun.

"In the flesh," Ultron replied. "Or, no, not yet. Not this... chrysalis. But I'm ready. I'm on a mission."

Thor gripped his hammer tighter.

"What mission?" Nat asked.

"Peace in our time."

Kira already had her gun drawn when the bots smashed through the walls.

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Her head hurt, badly.

Kira had gotten a fairly large cut on her forehead after being thrown into a glass table by one of the Legionnaire bots. Sam had helped her to tape it closed, though, so it wasn't bothering her as much anymore. No, Ultron was the main issue. His speech kept echoing in her mind. "You want to protect the world, but you don't want it to change," he had said. "How is humanity saved if it's not allowed to evolve? There's only one path to peace: The Avengers' extinction."

As it turned out, as well as attacking them, making the speech, and then escaping through the internet, Ultron had dipped into all the data they held, deleted their work, destroyed JARVIS, taken Loki's sceptre, and might be trying to access nukes. It was just too much information to receive at 3 am. That was all on top of Thor nearly strangling Tony. Kira was surprised her head only hurt and hadn't exploded yet.

Unlike Thor, she wasn't upset though. Shocked, sure, but not upset. Frankly, she didn't think she had a leg to stand on. She was hiding something from the rest of the team too, except her secret would only benefit a small handful of people, not the whole world like Tony genuinely believed his would, so she had been easier on him and hadn't said much. Actually, she hadn't said much at all since the attack, much to Sam's confusion. She wasn't much of a talker usually, but she wasn't the silent type either. She told him it was because she hadn't been more insistent about her danger sense going off. He said it wasn't her fault. She still felt like shit.

They had all dispersed after that, quickly scrambling to find Ultron before he completed whatever 'mission' he was on. Tony had advised Dr Cho to go straight home to South Korea and stay safe. She gladly took it. It was morning when the news of Strucker's suspicious death reached them. Suspicious because of the clear gunshot wounds littering his body and the word 'PEACE' written on the wall in his blood. It was also then they discovered the Strucker-sized hole in their data, which hadn't been there yesterday.

As they were relegated to going through all their physical files, one by one, Maria updated them on Ultron's other movements. He had been raiding numerous labs with the help of the Maximoffs, the enhanced twins Steve had met on the Avengers' last mission. Guess I don't have to worry about where they are anymore. Turns out 'enhanced' meant Wanda Django Maximoff, the sister, could mess with people's heads and Pietro Django Maximoff, the brother, could move so fast he couldn't be seen. Of course, this wasn't going to be easy, Kira thought.

"Where do we even start? These people are literally the scum of the Earth," Kira sighed, mostly to herself, staring at the mountain of files on Strucker and his associates. She picked up and started to skim the first one in front of her.

"Wait. I know that guy, from back in the day. He operates off the African coast, black market arms," Tony said, peeking at the picture of the man in her file.

Kira and Steve both gave him the same disappointed look. "Really?" Steve asked.

"Ugh, it's like you've doubled, old man," Tony groaned, glancing between the two of them. "There are conventions, alright? You meet people, I didn't sell him anything." Kira passed him the file. "Yeah, Ulysses Klaue. He was talking about finding something new, a game changer."

"What's this?" Thor asked, from Tony's other side, pointing to a scar in one of the photos. "Is that a... brand? Banner?"

"Uh... yeah. It's a word in an African dialect meaning 'thief'," he explained after identifying it on his computer. "Just in a much less friendly way."

"What dialect?" Sam asked.

"Wakandan."

Tony's face dropped. "If this guy got out of Wakanda with some of their trade goods..." he trailed off, turning to Steve.

"I thought your father said he got the last of it?"

"The last of what? What comes out of Wakanda?" Nat interrupted, impatiently.

Tony was quiet for a second. "The strongest metal on earth," he sighed. "If this is Ultron's mission, if he's planning on building himself a body out of Vibranium, we're fucked." He sounded defeated.

"No." Steve looked Tony in the eye. "No, we're not. We still have time. Where is this guy now?"

"Should be somewhere near South Africa."

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[hiraethblack22]

Fire and Ice. (Bucky x ofc)

Here I am with the continuation of the story Breathe Underwater. Your responses have inspired me to write a mini-series called "Fire and Ice". However, we begin the story at the moment when our characters meet.

MASTERLIST of FIRE AND ICE: HERE!

IMPORTANT: I won't use Y\n but the lead character will be given a name and will be a fully formed character. Set in a time where everyone is still alive and Bucky is free of the hydra.

Warnings: violence, blood, torture, and manipulation. Vulgar language. The story will contain adult content. Probably a whole lot of Smut.

Summary: Thirteen is a HYDRA pawn, a soldier, a spy and an assassin. A wraith. Chosen because of her powers and transformed into the perfect weapon. (enchanted!reader) What happens when her mission becomes locating and eliminating The Winter Soldier?

-> CHAPTER TWO <-

CHAPTER ONE: Exit Music (for a film)

“What do you think happens now?”

A voice broke through the fog of images that were plaguing my mind.

We had sat in silence, my feet naked in the lake's cold water, as the house slowly emptied behind our backs. I had walked away absent-mindedly, unseen by the procession of family members within the old family home, dropping onto the dirt as soon as I reached it, my black funeral clothes still on, staring at the sun slowly sinking into the water.

My brother crouched beside me—hands on his knees, head bowed down. The familiar colour of his blond hair stung painfully in my chest—the same shade as our mother's. It was a weird feeling seeing him like that; Michael was always composed, elegant, and kept himself as a royal would.  As I watched him, I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind. Seeing him vulnerable, without the usual stubbornness that bore his eyebrows and his chin always high and spoiled look in his eyes, it was like seeing him without a mask, seeing him through different eyes, and made me feel closer to him. As we sat there together, I felt a sense of unity between us that I hadn't felt in years, and for the first time, it felt like our relationship could only get better.

My brother was a copy of her. Our father used to joke about it before he died, saying that Michael had been too busy growing up clinging to our mother’s skirt, which had shielded me from her, preventing me from taking after her even a little bit. I resembled my father with my brown hair and eyes and the slight nose hump beneath the freckles. As a child, it was hard to witness— confining me to watching their love from the corners of the rooms and behind impenetrable doorways. It was as if a trench had been built between us, and thus I had grown up with my father and with his interests in horses and golf, yet part of me did wonder whether he did it out of pity or out of guilt, the fault of having a spouse who preferred the male heir. Then, as the years passed, I discovered I could occupy a different space in the lives of our family. And that was it. 

“When we die,” Michael followed, his eyes never leaving his hands, “where do you think we go?”

I shrugged. I had no energy left in me to speak or even think. But I also didn't want to drop into the catatonic state I was in last time. “Our father would say that when a person dies, they go to a beautiful place.”

“Do you believe it?”

I nodded, taking his rough hands in mine. "He’d tell us to stick together."

“My beautiful place is here. With you.” Michael stared into my eyes, and I had never seen a more resolute look on his face. I felt my heart swell with love and gratitude. His words echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help but smile. I knew that no matter what happened, we would always have each other's backs. And in that moment, I knew that there was nowhere else I'd rather be than right there with him. "We will be together forever, sister. Trust me.” He kissed my hand, and we went back to watching the sunset. A soft smile curled my lips. We were going to be fine.

***

“Thirteen!”

A blow to my stomach made me jump, desperately gasping for air. My eyes shot open just in time to see the tip of the boot flashing straight towards my nose. I raised my arms, barely blocking the blow to my face. The force of the impact knocked me backward, slamming my back against the bars of the prison cell. Gasping for air, I struggled to calm my pounding heart and better acknowledge my surroundings. The stale, musty smell of the cell filled my nostrils. I tried to stand up, but my legs felt weak and unsteady. I stumbled to my knees, supporting myself with my hands against the filthy floor.

And there it was—the sad, cruel, bitchy reality. 

The man laughed viciously, clapping a hand on his chest—right over the symbol engraved in his dark uniform. Hydra. The cureless poison, the undetectable illness you couldn't feel, until it killed you. 

“Your time has come.”

The sweet haze of the dream vanished in a blink, drained by the cruel truth of life. The man in uniform fisted a hand around my hair, hauling me to my feet.

“You’re such a delicious thing, I almost feel sorry for you,” he said, closing the distance between us. The liquor on his breath made my empty stomach clench in disgust. He passed his tongue on his lips like an animal trying to seize its prey-his eyes dark and cruel. I struggled against his grip, but he was too strong. I felt sick with fear and revulsion. “Almost.” 

He yanked my hair, dragging me behind him like a broken doll. Like every week, the time had arrived. I tried to steel myself for the inevitable, but my body trembled with dread. I felt a scream building in my throat, but it died before it could escape. This was my life now—a never-ending cycle of pain and misery at the hands of monsters who took pleasure in my suffering.

I gazed at the cell beside mine. Inside, the woman huddled on herself, her eyes wide with terror. I knew what was coming. The man would take her next when they had finished with me, just as it had happened so many times before.  

She was grasping the bars, tears streaming down her dirty cheeks. The terror in her eyes mirrored my own. Her lips trembled, trying a few times before the words broke free from her mouth. “I’m sorry,” she hissed, her voice broken and rough. 

Before I could even think about whispering back that everything would be fine, we were in the corridor, walking fast towards the stairs. The darkness was the sole thing I had known down in the cells of Hydra, except for the only occasion when they sent me out there for a mission; but, even if I was outside, breathing fresh air, watching the blue sky, or feeling the comforting warmth of the sun on my skin, I yearned for the darkness of the cells once more, where I knew it was me suffering and not the people I was sent after. It was a familiar feeling, one that I had grown accustomed to over the years. The cries and pleas of the people I was sent after were too much to bear. In the cells, it was just me and my nightmares. 

One after the other, the cells held men, women, and children. All of them were scared and huddled together for warmth and comfort, clinging to each other to survive. Victims of a fucked-up system. 

As I passed by each cell, I couldn't help but wonder how many more innocent lives would be lost before someone would come and save us. Even when the cruel voice in my head screamed that nobody would come for us, the world had forgotten us. I remembered the day a mother was taken away from her daughter, dragged to one of these rooms, and never came out. Her screams echoed through the halls as she was dragged away. The girl clung to me, begging me to save her mommy. It broke my heart to know there was nothing I could do but offer comfort and promises of a better tomorrow. They were lies; they came for her some days later, and I'd never seen her again.

Some soldiers had tried to escape and revolt against the captors, but it was all pointless. They were made an example of; I still heard their screams, their prayers, and their cries in the silence of the night. 

I was hauled into a room. The lights were so bright that I shielded my watering eyes, but the unforgiving strength in my hair didn't pay any attention to my pain, especially not when he was going to inflict much, much, more.

“Place it on the chair and power up the machine.” 

I cried out, trying to plant my feet firmly against the ground, trying to claw the hand that was dragging me to the chair. He simply laughed, handling me like a temperamental child.  I could feel the fear rising in my chest, making my heart hammer in my ears. I knew what was coming next—the machine, the cold metal in my neck, and the head splitting ache. The thought of it made me shudder. But there was no escape. 

 “Come on, don’t be difficult.” The man threw me onto the chair. Still laughing as he fastened my wrists to the chair's armrests and wrapped the belt around my head. Another pair of hands tied my legs to the chair. The man pressed his fingertips on my face, stretching the corners of my lips. “Give me a smile.” 

I was trapped, bound to the chair, and not even allowed to close my eyes in defeat. I couldn’t fight; I couldn’t speak, but they laughed as I cried and screamed, praying in my mind that someone would come and rescue me. 

The science team tortured me with the promise to murder my brother if I fought back. Treating my sorrow as their own private, amusing show. The experiments were never ending. I didn’t know what they were looking for or what they were trying to shape my mind into. The only things I knew since they had captured me were hunger, pain, and regret, as they had dressed me in their uniform and forced me to commit atrocities.  

“You are a special one, Thirteen.” A woman appeared before me, holding a syringe. The liquid in it was shining brightly, its warmth moving and waving around the syringe like flames. “We gave you this power, and you have tamed it. The previous twelve could not endure its existence in their organisms, not even for a single moment, but you..." She smiled as if fascinated—her eyes shone in a weird light; was it excitement? Or was it the familiar grip of a delusional mind? "You have hosted the flames for years, gracing the world with their wonder.” I watched the syringe come closer and closer, until I felt the familiar pinching of the needle. As the liquid coursed through my veins, I felt a sudden rush of energy and clarity. The world around me seemed to come alive in a way that I had never experienced before. 

The world grew louder; I could now hear the buzzing noise of the computers, the soft breathing of the guards standing all around the room, the stable heartbeat of the science woman before me, and the scent of the food she had eaten. My mind raced, and I struggled to keep my thoughts in order. “Bending the world under the fist of Hydra.”

They made me steal, and lie, destroy governments, cancelling entire cities from the maps. Kill and slaughter. Whatever was that they injected in my veins, it turned me into their puppet. They pointed and I attacked, without whispering, without questions.  Relapsing my life into a routine of lessons that made me more lethal—Magic and dancing alternating with combat, weaponry, poisons, and construction of explosives. And yet, all of that was pointless when it all came down to them. I became clay in their hands, to be shaped according to their sick desires. They had beaten me until I couldn't move, broke my bones until I was nothing more than a pile of shattered flesh and bones. And then they implanted thing thing inside of me, something dark and foreign that filled me with bloodlust.

The pain was excruciating; every inch of my body felt like it was on fire. If I tried to fight them, it could mean the end for the only person left in this world who meant anything to me. So I lay there, broken and defeated, as the pain threatened to swallow me whole. 

Michael’s safety had given me the strength to stare quietly as they beat, broke, and shattered my body and mind. Letting them put this thing inside of me. I had no chance of escaping—not when it could risk the life of the last remaining person I had loved.  

I felt reality shift. The world spun faster. The uncomfortable sensation of my body turning inside out. The woman before me—whose name I’d never had the privilege to acknowledge—she split into two before becoming one again, swaying to the left and then to the right in a constant waltz that made me want to claw my eyes out of my head.  She smiled and turned serious a couple of times, watching my trembling body with fascination. “You made me a monster.”

“No, thirteen.” She pinched my chin. Her eyes shone in a red light, piercing into my soul, before returning to their usual blue shade. I tried to speak, but my throat felt tight and dry. I couldn't find the words to express the fear and confusion that consumed me. The woman's grip on my chin tightened, and I winced in pain. “I made you into an asset.”  

My mouth parted, quivering over the frantic breathing pattern that possessed my body. My thoughts ran feverishly in my head, confusing words and sounds rooted in my soul, speaking cruel words in dozens of different languages.  

“Thirteen?” 

The voice echoed in my head, clinging to the roots of my being. 

"Ready to comply."

Gloved hands emerged before me, so white that they seemed to shimmer in the neon lights. I was freed from the restraint that kept me confined to the chair, allowing me to rise to my feet. I rolled my shoulders, stretching my neck—not because I felt any pain; I felt nothing at all—but in preparation for the mission. 

“New mission. Locate and kill,” she said, presenting a photograph before me. “The Winter Soldier.” 

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Who the hell is Daddy???

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes; OFC/Meghan Snow; OFC/Darcy Hunt; Other Avengers mentioned

Content warnings: Angst; Pregnancy

Legend: Italics are OFC Journal entries

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Tuesday, 31 January, 2023

I have a secret.  

Nobody else knows.

I’ve known for a few days and I’m busting to tell someone but I have to tell Bucky first.  The problem is that he’s away on a mission for the next couple of weeks.  So I have to keep this secret until he gets back, because it’s the type of secret that you should tell someone face to face, not on the phone or by text.

I guess given you’re just a journal I can tell you the secret.  I’m pregnant.  Bucky and I haven’t really talked about kids, I mean the subject has come up but we always get interrupted.

I need to figure out a good way to tell him.  Something cute that will make him cry when he realises he’s going to be a Dad.

I’m going to do some google research and see what I can come up with.  It sucks that I can’t tell anyone else, or maybe I can.  Just one person.  Maybe just one?

Thursday 2 February, 2023

I caved.  I couldn’t help myself.  I’m so excited that I had to.  I told my best friend Darcy.  I couldn’t really tell any of the Avengers, I didn’t want any of them to spill the beans before I could.

We worked out I can get a couple of winter soldier onesies, and I’m going to put them and the positive pregnancy test in a box and he can open it.  With a sign inside saying  “You might say you’re dad’s a superhero but mine actually is”

I have just over a week to get the little suit in and make the sign.  Then I just have to work out when to give it to him.  It will depend on what time he gets back from the mission.  If it’s late, I might wait until breakfast the next mornings. 

Right, on to the plan.

Monday 13 February, 2023

The present for Bucky is all set to go.  It looks amazing, Darcy was such a great help to me in putting it all together.

I’m about 7.5 weeks along now and the morning sickness is starting to kick my butt.  I am trying to keep it quiet so nobody in the team who is here suspects anything.  

Yesterday Tony was walking past my suite and heard me throwing up and knocked on the door to make sure I was ok.  I was able to pass it off as just a bit of food poisoning or gastro and thankfully because he hadn’t heard any other vomiting, he bought it.  Of course, he’ll understand once Bucky and I let everyone know about our little bundle that’s on the way.

Monday 13 February, 2023

It’s almost dinner time and I know I’ve already written my journal entry for today but I just heard from Bucky and he should be home tomorrow morning.  Valentine’s Day!  What a great day to tell him about my surprise.

I told him I’d organise something for dinner, he said after this long mission he really just wanted to relax and spend time together so we are going to order a food delivery and just veg on the sofa in front of the tv.

Tuesday, 14 February, 2023

Bucky is home!  He’s currently having a nap, but he said he wants to spend the whole day together.  I can’t wait for tonight, I’m going to give him the box between dinner and the movie.

So excited.

Later that afternoon after Bucky wakes up from his sleep, he and Meghan take a shower together and things get steamy not just from the hot water.

Afterwards they lay in bed together, just snuggling and talking.  Bucky tells her about the mission, the things that went wrong and that they ultimately successfully completed the mission.  He has to do a de-brief but because Sam was injured, they are putting it off until tomorrow.

The box with the “present” in it is sitting underneath the side table next to the sofa.  The buyer sounds and Bucky goes down to get the food.  While he’s gone, Meghan grabs the box and puts it on the coffee table.

Bucky returns with the food and sets the bags on the coffee table.

“Hey sweets, what’s in the box?” He asked.

“Just a little gift I got you”

“Sure, you know you didn’t need to get me anything but I’m super curious as to what’s in it.”

“Well, you can open it after dinner, so eat up.”

They eat dinner and Bucky notices she’s just picking at her food.  “You ok sweets? You’re not eating much?”

“Yeah I’m good, just a bit nervous I guess about whether you’ll like the gift.”

“Aww, Meggy, I’m sure I’ll love it. In fact, I’m done now, let’s clear away the food and then I can open it and put your nerves to rest.”

They cleared away the dishes, put the leftover food in containers in their fridge and went back to sit on the sofa.

Meghan picks up the box and hands it to him.  He unwraps the gift and looks at her as he opens the box.

The first thing he sees is the sign that says “Every superhero needs a side kick”. He looks at her quizzically wondering if she got him a cat like they had talked about.  He digs a bit further and feels some material.  He pulls it out and sees these 2 onesies and his face freezes.  Onesies are usually for babies, not for cats or dogs.

She looks at him hopefully and says “Keep going, there’s one more thing in there”. 

In his mind he’s thinking “I hope it’s a I’m joking it’s just a cat note or something similar.”  He feels the hard plastic and hauls out a stick that says “Pregnant” on it.

He drops everything, stands up and puts his hand over his mouth.  He’s facing away from her because this is the woman he loves and is she telling him she’s pregnant?

“Buck, are you ok? Do you understand the gift?”

“Uhhh yeah, I understand, I think.  Are you.. Are you pregnant?”

“Yes, about 8 weeks, aren’t you excited?”

He looks at her and his heart is breaking.  She can see it on his face and her face falls.  “I know we’ve not really talked about babies but I.. I thought you might be a little excited.”

“How could this make me excited.  I just don’t get why you would tell me this, like this, and expect me to jump for joy.”

“Bucky, I.. I don’t understand. I know it’s a shock, I was shocked too.  But I’m excited about this, even if you apparently aren’t.”

“I need some air” he said, grabbing his jacket he stormed out of the room slamming the door.

Tuesday, 14 February, 2023

I don’t know what went wrong.  Bucky opened his gift and instead of celebrating I’m writing in my journal and I have no idea where he is.

He got really angry and just stormed out.  I know it was a shock and I have had time to get used to the idea but even when I first found out, I never reacted like that.

I hope we can work this out, but I do know, that this baby is loved even if it’s Dad is being a butthole about it.

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Anti-Hero: Chapter 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Summary: After being experimented on as a young child and given abilities, Daniela has become a highly skilled member of the Avengers, and has even been assigned to mentor Peter Parker. Little does she know that the happiness she’s been able to find will become threatened by the very people who started her on her path long ago.

Warnings: language, Bucky being a tease, Daniela being a jerk

Word Count: 3,124

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"This is my room?" Peter stares wide eyed at the room before him, "It's huge,” he runs inside and jumps on the bed, bouncing slightly, "this is super comfy.”

The room was simple, but classy, definitely on point with Tony's style. The walls were a medium gray, tan wood floors, and there was a small skylight above the bed. There was a king sized bed with the headboard against the farthest wall, it was complete with blue and gray sheets and some various pillows. A large rug was set on the floor at the foot of the bed, it was grey and had a weird blue and white type pattern. There was also a desk that was set against the same wall as the bed with a computer and some files. A dresser, bookstand, TV stand with a TV, and various plants were also placed around the room. There was also a connecting bathroom, which came with every room.

Peter's had his own room before, so this wasn't really shocking to him, it was more the fact that it was so big, he's never had a king sized bed before, or his own bathroom. He smiles up at the ceiling with closed eyes and runs his hands over the soft comforter. Maybe this whole Avenger thing wouldn't be as strenuous as he thought.

Daniela shakes her head, watching the smile form on his face, soon a small smile grew on her own. While she watches him, her mind starts to wonder, thinking about what their future might hold. His safety was now her responsibility and she felt that weight on her shoulders, but she's been in charge of others before, so it wasn't a new feeling. She just felt more responsible for Peter, probably because he was so young.

Daniela leans against the doorframe, "Yeah, typical Avenger package. You get your own room, bathroom, health benefits, your own suit, special tech, whole bunch of other stuff that I won't bore you with, Tony can do that.”

Peter opens his eyes and lifts his head up high enough so he can look at her, "And you're across the hall?”

"Yeah," she puts her hands in her pockets, "but that doesn't mean you can just burst into my room whenever. I'm your mentor, which means I'm here to help, but we still need some sort of boundaries, ok?” Peter nods and she pushes away from the door, "Alright, now listen,” she walks over to his desk and waves him over. He jumps off the bed and sits down at the desk, "just cause you're staying here doesn't mean you get to slack off of your college stuff, alright?" Peter nods, "The laptop is yours and Tony's already set up for facial recognition, so you just have to open it."

Peter opens the laptop, "How did he already set it up?" as soon as the screen turns on, the camera turns on, and then unlocks once it sees Peters face.

Daniela shrugs, "I don't know, I honestly just don't ask anymore."

Peter smiles at the laptop, "That's so cool, he's already got all the apps and stuff on here that I use for school.”

Daniela shifts her weight to one foot while crossing her arms, "Yeah, he's annoyingly knowledgable like that," it grows silent for a moment, then she feels eyes on her, "I should also warn you that leaving your door open can invite unwanted visitors."

"You knew I was here didn't you?”

Peter jumps a bit at the new voice and Daniela slowly turns around, meeting the soldiers gaze, “Another fair warning, Barnes likes to scare the newbies,” Bucky smirks slightly while leaning against Peter's bedroom wall, hands in his pockets, not taking his eyes off her, "happened to me a lot when I first got here.”

When Daniela first got to the Avengers compound, she was quiet and shy, kept to herself mostly, rarely left her room unless it was to get coffee and sit under her favorite tree. She's never been good around a lot of new people, it’s something she’s tried to work on to no avail. It took her months to really get use to the compound and feel comfortable with her new teammates. Everyone was a little cautious of her, they didn’t know the extent of her powers, so they sorta walked on eggshells when training her. However, Bucky was different, he never once treated her like she was fragile, he treated her as he would treat any other solider. 

"You were such a good sport though,” Bucky says, “after a few days, I couldn't sneak up on you anymore,” he chuckles lightly and turns his gaze to Peter, "she being nice to you now?”

Peter stands up from the desk beaming at Daniela and elbows her side, “She's always nice to me,” she smiles at him then sticks her tongue out at Bucky playfully.

"She is,” Bucky crosses his arms and looks Daniela over, "then what was that back on the jet?”

"A momentary lapse in my temper,” she narrows her eyes at him, “happens sometimes.”

Bucky raises an eyebrow, "Maybe you need a way to relieve your pent-up frustration." 

"Why do you think I spar with Steve?" she smiles innocently, "He's a challenge for me.”

He narrows his eyes, "I trained you first, don't forget that.”

"You guys don't train together anymore?" Peter jumps in. 

“It’s, um, been a while,” Bucky smirks teasingly, his eyes showing a bit of mischief.

Daniela places her arm around Peter's shoulders— which earns a glare from Bucky, “I’ll let you in on a secret, Parker,” Peter nods while looking at the floor blushing ever so slightly, “I out grew him, needed more of a challenge.”

Daniela knows how to push everyone's buttons, it was one of her hidden talents, for some reason, she got a real kick out of it. She tried not to take it too far, but shit happens. Bucky rarely ever got mad at her anymore, so sometimes she actually tried to piss him off. Apparently today was going to be one of those days.

Bucky scoffs and pushes off from the wall with his foot, "You think you're so funny.”

Daniela smiles innocently back at the soldier, “Well, because I am,” Peter chuckles next to her, “see he thinks so too.”

Bucky only rolls his eyes, "Don't let her fool you, kid, she's not as tough as she lets on.”

"Bitch, please,” Daniela takes her arm off of Peter’s shoulders, "last time we spared," she points down to his right leg, "I gave you that scar. Ya know, the one that refuses to heal even with your stupid ass serum. It may have been unintentional and out of rage, but I still did it.”

Bucky continues to scowl down at her, "That doesn't mean you're tough, just means I let my guard down, for once.”

Unfortunately for Daniela, Bucky also knew how to piss her off, he enjoyed it too. The way she got all serious and her voice dropped slightly, it stirred something in him, he just didn't know what that meant. It’s not that they didn’t like each other, they were the best of friends, but sometimes their fights would escalate and they wouldn't speak to each other for a few days.

She takes a couple steps toward him, “You are testing my patience, Barnes.”

He in turn, takes a step forward, testing the waters of her temper, then looks down at her, and smirks challengingly, "Now that doesn't sound like me.”

He was so close, she could feel the heat radiating off him, which made her breath hitch slightly in her throat, but she continued to glare up at him anyway, ”It's you to a fucking T.”

Peter looks back and forth between the two soldiers, wondering if they were actually pissed off at each other or if this was just normal. He doesn’t know much about either of them really, they never talk about their personal life. Although, he does know that Daniela was a Sergeant in the Marines and Bucky was the same, but in the Army, and that they were both not the age they looked, other than that he’s pretty clueless. He also knows little about their life outside the team, but he has picked up on little things about their personality. Such as, Bucky doesn’t sleep much, he can tell that by the small dark circles under his eyes and they’re bloodshot almost constantly. He also seems to be extremely loyal to everyone on the team, and he’s even picked up on what topics to not talk about, like his life before and during Hydra. Daniela is freakishly similar, probably because of the whole military background and definitely some trauma. Daniela does differ though, the most prominent being that she actually has conversations with him. Over these past few months, Peter has noticed that Daniela has an awful temper, he’s seen it first hand, and he’s still not sure what pisses her off. As he’s watching the two argue, he’s not sure how Bucky is still standing and if it’ll stay that way.

Bucky lightly tugs on his bottom lip with his teeth and then opens his mouth to say something, but is interrupted by FRIDAY, "Sorry to interrupt, but Captain Rogers is wondering when you all will be joining them in the conference room?”

Still glaring at Bucky, Daniela answers her, "He said 15 minutes.”

"And it's been 20," FRIDAY answered.

“Shit," she shakes her head, "come on, Peter.”

**********

The three walk into the conference room to find the team all sitting around the table, clearly waiting on them.

"Nice of you all to finally join us,” Steve says crossing his arms, scowling at Daniela as she makes her way to a chair beside Rhodes.

"Sorry, Captain," she glares at Bucky, "Barnes delayed us,” Bucky chuckles as they take their seats around the table.

Rhodes sighs from beside her, “Please tell me there wasn’t another fight,” he looks across the table at Bucky, “I thought you guys were getting along again?”

Daniela chuckles and Rhodes look back to her, “Sorry, Dad.”

Everyone laughs lightly and Rhodes shakes his head, “I’m just trying to keep the peace around here.”

James Rhodes is one of the few people in the compound that is capable of calming everyone down at a moments notice and it's sorta weird, like it's his superpower. Usually, there's that one person who refuses to calm down, but when Rhodes enters the room, everyone stops acting crazy, he just has that presence about him. He's everyone's confidant, knows everyones secrets— but never leads on that he knows— and would give the shirt off his back for a friend.

“Really?” Clint says from across the table, “Where were you then last week when Wilson and Barnes started fighting over Pictionary? Could’a used ya.” There are various groans from around the table, remembering that horrible night.

The team tries to get together at least once every other week to either play a game or watch a movie. Each time, a different person picks a game or movie and the rest of them have to suffer through it. Most of the time there aren’t any incidents, but every once in a while certain people get too competitive. Most of the time it’s one of the boys, they’re all stubborn and occasionally things get out of hand.

Wanda stares at the wall and speaks, “Well, at least I know never to pick that again.”

Steve sighs and then looks to Peter, "Alright, Parker," he said standing up and approaching the head of the table, "since you're gonna be full time with us from now on, we need to brief you on what we really do around here,” he crosses his arms and furrows his brows together, "right now, we do mostly hostage situations, take out the remaining Hydra bases, bust arms dealers, and occasionally, SHIELD sends us out to do more specialized missions." 

"And the rare alien invasion,” Tony shrugs.

Steve turns to Tony and nods, “Um, right,” Steve then looks back to Peter and continues, "for now, Velikov and you are just gonna focus on training. We know you can handle yourself for the most part, be we just want to make sure that you'll be safe out there, so she's going to give you some refined training,” he then looks to Daniela, "you'll stay back on missions unless we absolutely need you.”

"Are you shittin' me?" Daniela leans forward and rests her hands on the table, "He'd be fine by himself while I'm gone. He doesn't need a constant babysitter.”

"He does for now,” Tony counters, "just until he gets use to the place," he stands up from his chair and walks over next to Steve, "we're not saying you're never going on missions, it's just temporary.”

Daniela takes a deep breath and sits back in her chair, “Fine,” she knew when to keep her mouth shut— well, sometimes anyway.

"That's it,” Natasha speaks up from across the table causing Daniela to look at her, "just like that and you agree with them?" She then turns her attention to Steve and Tony, "See, I think it's bullshit. We need her out there, at least I do, she covers my ass better than anyone.”

Daniela smirks down at the table. Natasha was right, Daniela had saved her ass countless times, along with the others. Not on pure luck, like Sam would have some believe, she was good at what she did, her powers usually came in handy. They made her reflexes a little faster and she seemed to always know when something wasn’t right. Although, that probably has something to do with her military training and the fact that she'd been fighting Hydra for so long.

“I’m with Nat,” Clint said from beside Natasha, “it just wouldn’t be the same without frosty.”

Daniela glares at Clint, “You’re hilarious, Barton.”

He smiles and looks to Tony, “You know that if we don’t have her, your ass would be on the line too, she covers all of us. It’s like she has a weird sixth sense of something.”

"Do you even realize that my suits can help? What do you think I made them for,” Tony glares at Clint, "to stand around and look pretty?”

Daniela tilts her head and looks at Tony, "Well obviously," she shrugs and crosses her arms, "but I thought you made them 'cause you were lonely,” Peter snickers next to her, which makes her turn to him and wink. 

Tony looks to Peter, which makes him fall silent, and then he focuses back on Daniela, "Don't start with me.” 

She looks back to him and rolls her eyes, “Anyway, if Cap doesn't want me there, I won't go. I'm not one to disobey direct orders.”

"Ok," Bucky— who so far had been extremely silent— leans forward in his chair, focusing on Daniela, "I know for a fact that that's bullshit.”

"From the Captain,” she leans forward in her chair, “and I disobeyed your orders one time, Barnes.”

“And if it wasn’t for me, you’d be dead,” he taps his metal fingers on the desk, narrowing his gaze at her.

It was still a touchy subject with the two of them, even though it happened a year ago. Daniela had already apologized and moved on, but Bucky isn't one to let things go so easily, especially when it has to do with someone's safety. He still felt responsible for her, even though she was no longer his trainee, he still cared about her deeply.

Daniela narrows her eyes at him and grits her teeth, “Thank you for the reminder.”

Bucky leans back in his chair and crosses his arms, but says nothing, not taking his eyes off her. It made Daniela uncomfortable, the way his eyes looked her over, like prey, but she didn't change her expression, she didn't want him to know how it affected her. He knew though, hearing her heart beat pick up, her breathing becoming uneven. He knew she was nervous, they hadn't had a serious fight in months, and he wanted to keep it that way. As much as he loved it when she got angry, it usually followed with them not speaking for days, and that he hated.

“Ok..." Steve says awkwardly, making Daniela look back to him, "look, Velikov, if we need you, you'll go. Just for now, focus on training the kid.”

“Can do,” she answers.

Tony rolls his eyes and turns to Peter, "Parker," Peter’s brows go up at the sound of his name, "you're gonna be with me today. You’ll start training with Daniela tomorrow morning.”

His face lit up into a big grin causing everyone else to let out a small chuckle, “Okay!"

"Velikov," Daniela looks from Peter to Steve and raises a brow, “you’ll do drills today.”

“Alright," she crosses her arms and leans back in her chair.

“With a slight change,” Steve grins and Daniela raises an eyebrow, "I think it's time you and Buck start training together again. You're getting a little rusty and he can help you better than I can.”

She raises a hand and points her index finger to the sky, “Um, formal protest.”

"Denied," Bucky says from across the table.

Without looking at him, she retorts, "Wasn't talking to you.”

Steve shakes his head, "He's still your superior, Velikov,” he puts both hands on the table, leaning in, and focusing on her, "we've talked about this. I don't need this from you.”

She puts her hand down and grits her teeth, “Yes, sir.”

"Alright then,” Steve stands back up and looks over the group, "nice talk everyone.”

Daniela wrinkles her nose in frustration as she stands up and turns to Peter, "I'll see you later, Parker,” she rests her hand on his shoulder, “be good to Tony, ok?”

He smiles and sets his hand over hers, ”I have to, Dani,” he chuckles and walks out the door, following Tony.

It's just Bucky and Daniela left in the room now, Bucky is the first to speak, "Alright, Velikov," she looks over and meets Bucky's gaze from across the table, "what's stuck up your ass today?”

Her eyebrows go up at his sudden forwardness, “Pardon?”

"You can't bullshit me," he walks around the table and stands in front of her, "something's going on in that pretty little head of yours. What is it?”

She chuckles slightly to hid the butterflies in her stomach, “Not sure I wanna talk about it right now,” she fixes her shirt, "can we just go and get this over with?”

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Of Asgard & Alfheim Masterlist

Loki & The Siren

WIP - Prequel to Lightning Over the Sea

A/N: This fic was supposed to be maybe 6 chapters long, but I think I'm up to around 15 25 and still going. While I know how it will end, it's going to take longer than I thought to get there... ✍️(◔◡◔) All links go to the full chapters on Archive of Our Own *** 18+ ONLY ***

This is the story about how you met and fell in love with Loki, hundreds of years before the events in Avengers, while his family was visiting Alfheim, where you were a siren.

It is a companion piece to Lightning Over the Sea-Redux to give more insight into your past and relationship with Loki.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen

Lightning Over the Sea

COMPLETE - Part One of the series All links go to the full chapters on Archive of Our Own

You have spent centuries consolidating power - usually subtly - sometimes a little more brazenly. You were most recently made a Queen of the Dark Fae - but you didn’t start out that way. You were once only a siren, singing your song to sailors passing by in Alfheim, feeding on their longing for you. But it wasn’t enough for you, and you spent the past many centuries (honestly, you’ve lost count) building your powers and abilities to a level that you are not even sure of at this point. You are essentially a Goddess, here on Midgard. You’re a little scared to test the limits, but this is a comfort to you. No one will ever take advantage of you again without your consent.

But that’s another story for another day.

This is the story of how you ended up teaming up with The Avengers and meeting the man who would change everything.

Chapter One: Who the Hell is that Woman?!

Chapter Two: Was that an innuendo, Captain?

Chapter Three: Well met, your majesty.

Chapter Four: Can we keep her?

Chapter Five: Or maybe you could stay right here, and we could both get a little…' release'?

Chapter Six: Chill out, Hawkeye.

Chapter Seven: We are not people, my love. We are gods.

Chapter Eight: I’m doing my best to want you less. So don’t make it more difficult.

Chapter Nine: I can only promise right now.

Chapter Ten: How thoroughly are you planning to test me, Captain? Because I tend to use all of my skills on the battlefield.

Chapter Eleven: All this violence is a real turn-on and all, but can you please stop and explain to me what the hell is going on?

Chapter Twelve: It begins on a beautiful day in Alfheim when an innocent young prince stumbles upon a devious Siren...

Chapter Thirteen: Do you delight so much in torturing me?

Chapter Fourteen: What they mean to say is they almost fucked my entire building down

Chapter Fifteen: "I didn't realize you still cared so much, love.” “Pfff, yes you did."

Chapter Sixteen: I will make you mine on a deeper level than you ever thought possible. It is up to you if you will let it ruin you or save you.

Chapter Seventeen: I can not escape you.

Chapter Eighteen: In my experience, it is best to stay away from the green one.

Chapter Nineteen: I don’t know whether I should be impressed or terrified.

Chapter Twenty: I don't know who you think you are, bub, but you are not my friend.

Chapter Twenty-One: Do your worst, Odinson.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Why do I know you?

Chapter Twenty-Three: The pleasure is all mine.

Chapter Twenty-Four: I think I would crawl through all of Hel and back if it led me to your arms.

Chapter Twenty-Five: "Can I go now? I have a date with a pretty girl." Chapter Twenty-Six: "Could you be more vague and mysterious about it?" Bonus: Special Edition of the Daily Journal

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Big Sky Eyes

Chapter Sixteen

Master List |  Bucky Barnes Master List  |  Series Master List

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Pairing: Cowboy!Bucky Barnes x Disabled!OFC Maybe Cole

A/N: Thank you, Mea C, for your Coffee Update! Sorry, I didn't get this out in September. Life is getting in the way of my writing.

Warning: language

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does anyone know where i can find a bucky barnes x reader fic where he leaves you for someone else and the reader tells the ofc how to take care of him and then bucky starts crying?

[youcantcallmethat]

Bucky, the day he was meant to be out of the army: *intense frowning*

Steve: Are you mad?

Bucky: No.

Steve: Who are you mad at?

Bucky: Everyone.

Steve: Me?

Bucky: Yeah, a little.

[snowdrop-ivy]

The Light Within: II - Way Down We Go

Summary: In a world where danger lurks at every corner, will Anna and Bucky find the strength to confront their pasts and embrace a future together, or will their scars keep them apart forever?

The quiet tension of the café was suffocating. Sokovia had changed everything—heroes, villains, and the fragile world caught in between. For Anna, the simplicity she craved felt like a distant dream, especially now, sitting across from her old friend Ade, pretending to sip coffee while her mind reeled with the task ahead. Rumlow was lurking somewhere, and they needed to find him. Fast.

Her earpiece buzzed to life. Steve’s calm, calculated voice cut through the haze. “All right, what do you see?”

Anna glanced around, her eyes scanning the ordinary street that belied the storm brewing beneath it. “Cops. Civilians. Quiet street,” she responded, her voice low as she took another sip.

“There’s an ATM on the south corner, which means?” Steve’s voice pressed on.

“Cameras,” Wanda answered, pulling her cap lower, as if trying to shield herself from more than just recognition. “Both cross streets are one way. So, compromised escape routes.”

Anna’s gaze flickered to Ade, her voice dropping to a whisper. “This guy doesn’t care about being seen. He’s not afraid to make a mess. But we can’t. We screw this up, we’re done. And this mission’s not authorized, which means if we mess up—well, we’re fucked.”

Sam’s playful whistle buzzed through the comms. “Ohhh, language.”

Steve, ever the soldier, got straight to business. “See that Range Rover halfway up the block?”

Anna couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at her lips. “That’s our getaway car?”

Natasha chimed in, her voice dry as ever. “It’s bulletproof, which means more guns. More security. More headaches. Probably ours.”

Anna shrugged at Nat’s glance, the unspoken understanding between them palpable. They had been through too much to need words.

Wanda’s voice cut through the chatter. “You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?”

Anna snickered, her tone sharp. “You say it like it’s a good thing. Newsflash—it’s not.”

Wanda’s eyes flickered with a shadow of hurt. “You still hate me, huh? I didn’t mean to… with Tony…”

Anna’s face hardened. “Let’s just not screw up this time.” The truth was, Anna didn’t hate Wanda. But powers weren’t something to be proud of—they were a burden, and they had caused too much chaos already.

Steve’s voice broke through their moment, sharp and commanding. “Eyes on the target, folks. This is the best lead we’ve had on Rumlow in six months. I don’t want to lose him.”

Anna felt the tension in her gut. Sam’s voice, tinged with his usual humor, lightened the mood briefly. “If he sees us coming, that won’t be a problem.”

Anna chuckled, though it felt hollow. “Yeah, he kinda hates us.”

They had a plan—or at least the semblance of one. Ade would stay inside the bank, her position secure. The rest of them were scattered like shadows, waiting for the inevitable clash.

The moment the truck appeared, all hell broke loose. Sam’s sharp call echoed through the comms, followed by the snap of action. Anna’s body surged into motion, her powers rippling through her veins as she hurled the truck into the air with a flick of her mind. Gunmen swarmed, but she was faster, crushing their weapons and slamming them into the pavement.

Steve was beside her in seconds, their synchronization instinctive after years of fighting together. “Body armor. AR15s. I make seven hostiles.”

Anna took to the roof, disarming two gunmen with a force field and sending them hurtling into a nearby tree. “Make that five.”

Sam and Wanda were swift, dispatching two more, leaving only three. Rumlow was somewhere in the chaos, and Anna’s focus narrowed as Steve called out, “Just like before.”

With a nod, Anna projected him to the third floor. She and Wanda split up, controlling the gas leak before it spread to the civilians below. Wanda sent it into the air, but Anna’s warning was quick, sharp. “Great job, but careful. That’ll explode.”

Wanda smiled at the rare compliment, but the moment of peace was shattered as Natasha fell into the truck. A bomb was tossed in behind her. Anna was on it in an instant, crushing the soldier and throwing up a force field just in time to contain the blast.

“You good?” she asked, her breath ragged.

“Just a scratch,” Nat quipped, taking Anna’s hand to stand. But there was no time to relax. An explosion rocked the building where Steve was fighting Rumlow, and Anna’s heart sank as she saw Rumlow making his escape.

Then it happened. Rumlow detonated his payload.

“Wanda!” Anna’s scream tore through the air. “Force field now!”

They both reacted, but Wanda’s control faltered. The force field lashed out, throwing Anna back and sending Rumlow crashing into the building—the very one Anna had warned them not to touch. Her blood ran cold. Ade was inside.

The flames engulfed the structure in seconds. Anna’s world tunneled as Steve held her back from the inferno. “You can’t go in!” he shouted.

“I said let me go, Rogers!” Anna’s voice was raw, filled with a fury that only grew as she realized the depth of the catastrophe. Steve, seeing the fire in her eyes, relented.

She flew to Wanda, tears streaming down her face, her body trembling with rage and grief. She grabbed Wanda’s jacket, her voice barely holding together. “She has a family. Who’s gonna tell them now?”

Wanda’s face twisted in fear—of Anna, of herself, of the destruction she couldn’t take back.

Days had passed, each one dragging painfully into the next. Anna had locked herself away, avoiding the outside world, even Tony. She buried herself in her room, enveloped by grief and loss, each heartbeat echoing the absence of her friend. Photos of happier times stared back at her, reminders of joy now shadowed by the faces of her children—their expressions twisted in confusion when she had finally revealed the heart-wrenching truth.

Just then, FRIDAY’s voice pierced her solitude, startling her. “Anna, Mr. Stark is looking for you.”

“Tell him I’m sick,” she replied, the lie tumbling out of her mouth, a flimsy shield against the reality she couldn’t bear to face.

“He said if you don’t come out, he’ll break the door.”

With a heavy sigh, she rose and entered his room. There, a hologram of his parents danced in the air, and a young Tony stood among them, a ghost from the past. Leaning against the door frame, she crossed her arms, bracing herself.

“You like it, kid?” Tony asked, his back still turned to her.

“What’s this?” she asked, her curiosity dulled by her sorrow.

“Binarily Augmented Retro-Framing,” he explained, the excitement in his voice overshadowed by the weight of the moment. “B.A.R.F. I really need to work on that acronym.”

“Nice,” she replied, her tone flat, the enthusiasm escaping her like air from a punctured balloon.

“You wanna use it?”

His question took her by surprise. She braced herself, half-expecting a lecture about her choices, but instead, he stood before her, concern etched across his features.

“For what?” she asked, her mind racing.

“You know,” he sighed, stepping closer. “My poor kid, have you been sleeping?”

Anna couldn’t meet his gaze. “I’m okay.”

“Like hell you are,” he joked, trying to lighten the mood, his voice laced with genuine concern. “I won’t push you. Whatever you’re thinking, I’m just here when you’re ready to talk.”

She shot back, “So unlike you.” In that moment, a flicker of understanding passed between them, and without thinking, she rushed into his arms. Tony was taken aback but quickly embraced her, inhaling her scent, kissing her head, wishing time would freeze. “Thanks, Dad.”

“You got it, kid,” he said, his grip firm but gentle, taking in the changes he could see so clearly now. She could sense the turmoil in his heart, a whirlwind of emotions tied to Miriam Sharpe and the aftermath of Sokovia.

“Let’s go, they’re waiting for us,” he finally said.

As they entered the conference room, the atmosphere shifted. Everyone was already present, the tension palpable. Wanda’s heart sank at the sight of Anna, recognizing the damage that had been done, the violet bruise peeking out as Anna hurried to cover it. Steve hesitated, grappling with how to approach her, while Natasha exchanged glances with Anna, their shared understanding lingering in the air.

Anna sat down behind Steve, crossing her arms and legs defensively. He cast worried glances her way, but she turned away, her head hung low until Ross entered and launched into a monologue. Anna’s focus drifted, her gaze fixed on the wall behind him, trying to filter out his words.

“What term would you use, Mr. Secretary?” Natasha asked.

“How about ‘dangerous’?” Ross shot back, his gaze fixed on Anna and Wanda. “What do you call a group of US-based enhanced individuals who routinely ignore borders and impose their will, seemingly unconcerned about the consequences?”

He displayed footage—memories of their actions laid bare for all to see. Each frame felt like a punch to the gut. Anna fought against the rising tide of emotions, her throat constricting painfully as the reality of their actions became undeniable. It was when the images from Laos flickered onto the screen that the dam broke. Tears streamed down her face, a painful reminder of the lives they had shattered.

Steve noticed, his expression shifting as he caught sight of the raw pain etched on her face, the redness around her eyes betraying her sleepless nights.

“All right, that’s enough,” he finally said, a protective edge to his voice.

Ross pressed on, unfazed. “For the past four years, you’ve operated unchecked. That ends now.”

Anna took a trembling breath, wiping her tears as Ross set a book on the table. “The Sokovia Accords,” he declared, “approved by 117 countries. The Avengers will no longer be a private organization. They will operate under a UN panel’s supervision.”

Steve’s face fell, hurt flickering across his features as he turned toward Anna. “You knew about this?”

“Eleven,” she murmured, her voice steady yet filled with emotion.

The room fell silent, everyone’s attention shifting to her.

“That’s how many people died in Lagos, including Ade. New York? Seventy-four. DC? Two hundred. Sokovia?” She leveled her gaze at Steve. “Three thousand. Three thousand and one if you count Pietro. So tell me, Captain, do you still think this world is a safe place?”

Steve’s jaw tightened, the weight of her words settling in.

“If you hear about it, those are just numbers, right?” she continued, her voice firm. “But those are people—human beings—that we— not Ultron, Loki, HYDRA, or Rumlow—killed. Take those numbers, multiply them by their families: their kids, parents, spouses, siblings. Soak that in. That’s how many lives we’ve destroyed.”

Silence enveloped the room until Ross broke it. “You have three days to decide before the UN meets in Vienna. Talk it over.”

The team retreated to the common room, the air thick with unspoken tension. Tony slumped in a chair, his head resting on his hands, while Nat sat beside him, a frown on her face. Steve sat on the couch, disengaged in a heated discussion with Rhodes. Wanda and Vision exchanged worried glances, and Anna perched on the counter, nursing a beer as she watched the chaos unfold.

“Conflict breeds catastrophe,” Vision stated. “Oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand.”

“Boom,” Rhodes interjected, teasing Wilson, who scowled in response.

“Tony,” Natasha called, making him look up. “You’re being uncharacteristically non-hyperverbal.”

“It’s cause he already made up his mind,” Steve retorted.

“Boy, you know me so well,” Tony teased, standing up and taking Anna’s drink for a sip. “Actually, I’m nursing an electromagnetic headache.”

Anna settled into the seat Tony had vacated. He continued to ramble, projecting another hologram. “Oh, that’s Charles Spencer, by the way. Great kid, computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA. He had a floor-level gig at Intel lined up for the fall.”

“He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor,” Tony continued, gesturing to the photo. “Guess where? Sokovia.”

“He wanted to make a difference, I suppose,” Tony said, his tone shifting as he grabbed a pill and a glass of water. “But we wouldn’t know, would we? Because we dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass.”

The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of their past mistakes pressing down on them. Anna took a sip of her beer, fighting against the tide of fresh tears threatening to spill over. Steve and Tony continued their argument, each standing firm in their beliefs—Tony insisting they needed accountability, while Steve countered that the UN might have a hidden agenda.

“If we don’t do this now,” Tony insisted, crossing his arms, “it’s gonna be done to us later.”

“You’re saying they’ll come for me,” Wanda stated matter-of-factly.

“And me,” Anna added, glancing at her. “And Vision, and every enhanced individual they find.”

“Tony’s right,” Natasha suggested. “If we have one hand on the wheel, we can still steer. If we take it off…”

“Aren’t you the same woman who told the government to kiss her ass a few years ago?” Sam interrupted.

Nat sighed, gathering her thoughts. “I’m just reading the terrain. We’ve made public mistakes, and we need to win their trust back.”

Tony chuckled. “Did I mishear you? Or did you just agree with me?”

Anna fought a smile as Nat sighed in defeat. “Oh, I want to take it back.”

“Okay, case closed,” Tony declared triumphantly. “I win.”

Their laughter faded as they turned to find Steve abruptly leaving the room, his expression grim. Nat and Anna exchanged knowing glances, recognizing where he was headed. The team dispersed, and the two women prepared to follow Steve. Nat drove, Anna beside her, staring out the window, lost in thought.

“You haven’t talked to me,” Nat finally said, breaking the silence, her eyes focused on the road.

Anna took a deep breath. “After Sokovia, I hated what I had—what I could do. I used to think I could save anyone. But when I realized I couldn’t…” Her voice trailed off, the weight of her past bearing down on her.

“Hey,” Nat said, turning her head to meet Anna’s gaze. “You saved me.”

A small smile crept onto Anna’s face, a flicker of warmth cutting through the heaviness in her heart.

When they entered the church, Anna took a moment to gather herself before approaching Steve, who stood lost in thought, gazing at Peggy’s photo.

“When I was in the ice,” Steve began, his voice barely above a whisper, “I’d look back and wonder how we got here. I thought of all the times I let her down. What could I have done differently?”

“I’m sure she had your back too,” Anna replied softly, offering a timid smile. Just as she sensed Steve was about to apologize, she cut him off. “You don’t have to do that.”

Before he could protest, he enveloped her in a hug. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Captain,” Anna replied, her heart swelling with warmth. Just then, Natasha entered, breaking the moment.

“Who else signed?” Steve asked, glancing at Natasha.

Natasha’s gaze flickered to Anna first. “Tony, Rhodey, Vision.”

“Clint?”

“Says he’s retired,” Anna shrugged.

“Wanda?”

“TBD,” Natasha smiled. “We’re off to Vienna to sign the accords.”

“There’s plenty of room in the jet,” Anna suggested, but Steve’s expression turned grave, head hanging low.

“Just because it’s the path of least resistance doesn’t mean it’s the wrong path,” Natasha reminded him, her voice steady.

Steve took a deep breath, the weight of their choices heavy on his shoulders. “I’m sorry,” he finally said, meeting their eyes with sincerity. “I can’t sign it.”

Anna shrugged, the resignation settling in. “We know.”

“Then what are you both doing here?” he asked, confusion evident on his face.

“Well,” Anna sighed, her voice gentle. “We didn’t want you to be alone.”

With that, Steve enveloped them both in a hug, their bond unbroken even in the face of uncertainty. As Natasha and Anna prepared to leave, Anna called out, “Hey, Steve.”

He turned back, curiosity in his eyes.

“Go check on Bucky,” she urged, head turned slightly. “I got a feeling that something's coming for him.”

Steve’s brow furrowed in confusion, unsure of what she sensed regarding Bucky. He nodded slowly, gratitude mingling with uncertainty before she bid him farewell, the weight of their impending decisions hanging in the air. 

In the heart of Vienna, a city poised on the cusp of history with the imminent signing of the Accords, tragedy struck without warning. The air, once filled with diplomatic anticipation, was shattered by the deafening blast of a terrorist bomb. The world mourned as King T’Chaka of Wakanda, a symbol of strength and wisdom, was killed in the explosion. Panic ensued, but the security footage brought a far more personal and devastating revelation: the prime suspect was none other than Bucky Barnes. The grief-stricken eyes of T’Chaka’s son, T’Challa, hardened into a vengeful glare as he vowed to bring his father’s killer to justice, no matter the cost.

Despite Natasha Romanoff’s cautious counsel, Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson, their faces drawn with the weight of past battles, chose defiance. They couldn’t wait for bureaucracy. Ross be damned—they would bring in Bucky themselves, before anyone else got to him. But Bucky, elusive as ever, slipped through their grasp, fleeing into the streets with T’Challa, the Panther, hot on his heels.

Through narrow alleys and bustling roads, they raced into a tunnel, shadows swallowing their figures. Suddenly, the pursuit halted—stopped not by walls or barricades, but by the shimmering energy of a force field. From its center emerged Anna, her gaze sharp, her posture unyielding as she descended before Steve and Bucky, T’Challa beside her, fury barely contained.

"Stand down," Anna’s voice rang out, an unspoken threat lying beneath her calm exterior, hands poised to strike. Silence fell as no one moved, the tension thick between them. Slowly, she lowered her hands, the heat of the moment cooling. Her eyes locked onto Steve with a bitter smile.

"Congratulations, Cap. You’re a criminal now."

Bucky’s heart raced—not from the chase, but from the sight of her. Her words were cold, but her presence thawed something deep within him. The last time they’d crossed paths had been a fleeting moment—just a week ago, in the soft light of dawn, when she jogged by for her morning coffee. The memory clung to him, and now, as she approached, the air between them thickened.

"You too, Sergeant," she whispered, her voice barely audible but hitting him like a punch.

They were led away, their fates sealed for now, into a waiting van and transported to a secure facility. Steve, ever the soldier, kept his composure, but concern tugged at his brow as he was met by Everett Ross, flanked by Sharon.

"What’s gonna happen to him?" Steve’s voice held a note of desperation as he glanced back at Bucky.

"Same thing that ought to happen to you," Everett answered with cold detachment. "Psychological evaluation and extradition."

Inside the compound, the tension only deepened. Sam and Steve entered, greeted by the familiar faces of Anna and Natasha, their expressions a mixture of frustration and fatigue. They walked in silence, the weight of their decisions pressing heavily on their shoulders.

"For the record, this is what making things worse looks like," Natasha remarked, her voice sharp as a blade.

"He’s alive," Steve responded, his conviction unwavering.

"Good for him," Anna shot back with a dry laugh, the bitterness in her tone unmistakable.

The air in the room shifted when Tony Stark, ever the orchestrator of chaos, strode in, phone in hand, mid-conversation. "Consequences? You bet there’ll be consequences," he said, hanging up with a sharp click. His gaze fell on Steve and Sam, his expression unreadable.

"Secretary Ross wants you both prosecuted," Tony pointed, the weight of his words landing hard. "Had to give him something."

Steve, resigned but ever defiant, asked the question already hanging in the air. "I’m not getting that shield back, am I?"

"Technically, it’s the government’s property," Anna interjected, her words slicing through the room.

"Wings too," Natasha added, her eyes flicking to Sam.

"That’s cold," Sam muttered, shaking his head.

"Warmer than jail," Tony quipped, shrugging the final punctuation on the grim reality they now faced.

Tony and Steve sat down inside the glass room. Steve stood firm, his presence as solid as the shield he once bore. Opposite him, Tony, his eyes weary, fought to keep the tremor of desperation from his voice. The two men who had once led the Avengers into battle together now found themselves standing on opposite sides of a fault line, the ground between them crumbling with each passing moment. As Steve left, firm that he will not sign it, he went inside another glass room where Nat and Anna were standing outside. Sam was sitting on the chair just as they watched Bucky being evaluated. Sharon entered the room, handing Sam the receipt of their gears.

“Bird costume? Really?” Sam annoyingly asked.

Nat and Anna looked at each other, hiding their smiles at Sam’s annoyance. Sharon then pressed a button to focus the monitor on Bucky. Steve gave her a look of thanks. Anna was intently watching Bucky, studying his features. Then the lights went out, they looked at each other in confusion. Readying themselves for the upcoming doom. Steve turned her head at Sharon as she said where Bucky is located. Sam and Steve rushed. Anna, Tony, and Nat got ready to exit the room.

“Please tell me you brought a suit,” Nat snickered at Tony.

“Sure did,” He sarcastically answered. “It’s a lovely Tom Ford, three-piece, two-button. I’m an active-duty non-combatant.”

Sharon rushed to their side. Guided them to the exit. “Follow me.”

Tony lunged first, his body a blur of movement as he fired a blast from his reactor. The shot rippled through the air, forcing Bucky to stumble back, the very sound of it repelling him. But Tony wasn’t done—he fired again, relentlessly closing the distance between them, until he was close enough to swing.

Bucky, ever the soldier, countered in a flash, raising his gun with precision. But Tony, with swift, calculated reflexes, grabbed hold of the weapon’s side, his helmet absorbing the shot before it could find its mark. In one fierce motion, he yanked the barrel away, leaving the gun useless in Bucky’s grip. Without hesitation, Tony swung the barrel, the cold metal slicing across Bucky’s face.

Bucky barely had time to react before swinging his elbow into Tony’s face. The blow landed hard, followed by a vicious punch to Tony’s gut, sending him crashing into a chair that skidded across the floor with a screech. But Bucky wasn’t done yet. As he regained his footing, the fight still boiling in his veins, Natasha was there—her leg arcing toward his face with lethal grace.

Bucky reacted in the blink of an eye, blocking her kick with his arm, but Nat was relentless. Her other leg followed, connecting hard against his vibranium arm with a dull, metallic thud. She barely had time to react before Anna appeared, a sudden whirlwind of movement. Her knee collided with Bucky’s chest, driving the air from his lungs as her arm swung low, striking at his knee and forcing a groan of pain from his lips.

Nat was on him again, a blur of motion, her leg striking toward his head. The hit was clean, but the next one grazed his shoulder. Bucky, his instincts sharper than ever, caught her leg in mid-air and yanked her off balance. With a fierce pull, he threw her down, sending her crashing through a table that splintered beneath the impact.

But Anna wasn’t done. She was on him, clawing her way on his back with a determined fire. Her legs circled his head as she pressed her elbows down, raining blows onto him. Bucky’s grip tightened as he wrestled her down on the table, refusing to use his vibranium arm, instead relying on the strength of his flesh hand. His fingers curled around her neck, tightening as their gazes locked—each daring the other to break.

Anna’s face flushed crimson, her breaths becoming shallow, her grip on his arm weakening. Bucky’s heart pounded, the tension rising in his body as he watched her struggle, the air slipping away. But then, in a moment of hesitation—of something almost tender—Bucky loosened his grip. His hand fell away along with her necklace, and Anna’s legs unwound from his body.

Their eyes met, a wordless exchange passing between them. Bucky stepped back, his body still taut with adrenaline, before he turned and left her behind, breathless and broken amidst the wreckage. Anna recovered her breathing, holding his neck, still feeling the warmth of his hand around it as she followed him with his gaze as she sat down. The little glances Bucky turned back to her just to check if she was okay. Those made her confused even more. Tony went to her and Nat and she healed them from their pain from the combat. 

The lake glistened ominously under the waning sun as Steve sprinted along the shoreline, his heart hammering in his chest. He had almost been fast enough—almost. But the helicopter was already careening into the lake, spiraling downward as Bucky, unconscious, succumbed to the crash. With a desperate dive, Steve plunged into the frigid water, pulling Bucky's limp form from the wreckage. They reached the shore, drenched and breathless, but Steve didn’t stop. He dragged Bucky into the shelter of an abandoned basement, where Sam waited grimly.

Inside, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Bucky lay strapped to a hydraulic press, his vibranium arm immobilized by cold steel. His eyelids fluttered open, confusion clouding his gaze as he tried to make sense of his surroundings.

“Hey, Cap!” Sam’s voice cut through the stillness, summoning Steve from his vigil by the doorway.

Steve moved quickly, his steps heavy with the weight of what lay ahead. He found Bucky stirring, groaning in pain as he attempted to sit up, leaning on the machinery for support. Bucky’s voice was a rasp, barely more than a whisper, “Steve.”

Steve's heart clenched. He couldn’t afford to be careless. Saving Bucky had made him a criminal, but the real question gnawed at him. Which Bucky was this?

“Which Bucky am I talking to?” Steve’s tone was cautious, his eyes sharp, every muscle in his body taut.

Bucky met Steve’s gaze, weary but sincere. “Your mom’s name was Sarah,” he muttered, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. “You used to wear newspapers in your shoes.”

The relief washed over Steve like a wave, his posture softening, just a little. “You can’t read that in a museum,” he said, his voice thick with unspoken gratitude.

Sam, watching from the corner, shook his head in disbelief. “Just like that, we’re supposed to be cool?”

Bucky’s expression shifted, a haunted look settling over his features. “What did I do?” The question hung in the air, heavy with the burden of guilt he was bracing himself to carry.

“Enough,” Steve replied grimly, his eyes flicking to something in Bucky’s hand. “What you got there?”

Bucky glanced down, the small piece of jewelry catching the light—a necklace. His face darkened with the memory. “Anna’s necklace,” he said softly, the weight of what he had done pressing harder on him.

“Why’d you get it?” Sam’s voice was teasing, but Bucky’s somber tone silenced him.

“I don’t know,” Bucky whispered, tucking it back into his pocket as if the simple act could somehow lessen the pain. “I knew this would happen. Everything HYDRA put inside me is still there. All they had to do was say the goddamn words.”

Steve’s breath caught. The raw vulnerability in Bucky’s voice struck him like a blow to the chest. His friend—no, his brother—was still trapped beneath the weight of his past.

The conversation shifted, the seriousness of the situation looming larger. Bucky explained the depth of HYDRA’s reach, the serum, the other soldiers—worse than him, more dangerous. Sam, now standing closer to Steve, muttered under his breath, “This would’ve been a lot easier a week ago.”

Steve sighed heavily, eyes narrowing in thought. “If we call Tony—”

“He won’t believe us,” Sam cut him off, shaking his head.

Steve grimaced, rubbing the back of his neck. “Even if he did—”

Sam finished his thought with brutal honesty. “Who knows if the Accords would let him help?”

Frustration boiled over. Steve slammed his fist into the wall behind him, the dull thud echoing in the basement. “We could try Anna.”

“No,” Bucky’s voice cut through the tension, sharp and immediate.

Steve shot him a questioning look, one eyebrow raised. Bucky didn’t elaborate, just took a deep breath. “We’re on our own.”

Sam stepped forward, determined to help. “I know a guy who owes me one,” he said. And with that, their plan began to take shape.

Hours later, at the airport, Steve’s team gathered, ready to make their move. But just as Steve prepared the helicopter for takeoff, a familiar arc of energy shot through the air, striking the chopper.

Tony Stark descended, removing his mask with a sarcastic smirk. “Wow, it’s so weird how you run into people at the airport. Don’t you think that’s weird?” he asked Rhodey, his voice dripping with irony.

Rhodey played along. “Definitely weird.”

Steve, ever the diplomat, stepped forward, trying to reason with Tony. “Hear me out, Tony. That doctor, the psychiatrist—he’s behind all of this.”

Before Tony could respond, Black Panther landed beside Steve with a cat-like grace. “Captain,” he greeted with regal authority.

“Your Highness,” Steve acknowledged.

Tony, barely containing his frustration, pressed on. “Ross gave me 36 hours to bring you all in. That was 24 hours ago. Wanna help a brother out?”

Steve stood firm, unyielding. “You’re after the wrong man.”

The tension was thick enough to cut. Then, with a sudden blur of motion, Spider-Man swung in, webbing Steve’s shield from his hand. The fight erupted in full force, teams clashing in a whirlwind of fists, webs, and repulsor blasts.

As chaos unfolded, Steve’s team fought valiantly, but the odds seemed insurmountable. Then, with a burst of energy, Anna descended from the sky, a menacing smile on her face as she landed with calculated grace.

“Am I late?” she asked Tony, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Just in time,” Tony grinned back.

Anna stepped forward, challenging Steve with a teasing smile. “What’d you say there, Steve? You wanna fight me?”

The air was thick with tension, a storm of anticipation brewing as Anna's eyes scanned the battlefield. “Anna, get—” his voice shouted, but she was already ahead, her mind sharp, calculating.

“I see you got new recruits,” she interrupted, her tone casual, yet charged with unspoken power. Her gaze locked on the man in the gas mask costume. “Who’re you?”

He hesitated, taken aback that she was addressing him directly. “Ant-man,” he said, removing his mask, his face a mix of awe and surprise. “Big fan,” he added, almost sheepishly.

Anna gave a curt nod, her eyes shifting to the next figure. “Hey, Clint, back from retirement?” Her voice was steady, a knowing edge to her words.

Clint returned her nod, the weight of unspoken battles hanging between them. “Had to pay a debt,” he replied, his voice carrying the burden of what lay ahead.

Her gaze softened as she spotted another figure. “Ah, Wanda, you doing okay there, sweetheart?” But Wanda didn’t answer, hiding behind Steve’s broad frame like a shadow seeking refuge from the storm. Anna’s eyes gleamed with a challenge. “You think you can take me out now, honey?” she asked, her voice tinged with amusement, daring her to try.

Then, Anna’s attention snapped to Sam, standing tall, watching her closely. She raised a brow, her voice dripping with mockery. “Hey, Bird Man.”

Sam smirked, his reply quick. “Hey, magician.”

Finally, her gaze landed on Bucky. The moment lingered, charged with history and tension. “Hey there, sergeant,” she said, the words cutting through the air like a blade.

The silence before the storm broke.

Without another word, Anna surged forward, her team at her back. Steve lunged toward her, but she was faster. She leapt into the fray, a deadly dance unfolding as the battle erupted. She saw that Bucky knew she was her target, that's why he ran. She projected the the carts to stumble in front of him. That made Bucky turn, looked at her. He was taken aback, even with the trigger words, he couldn’t find himself to hurt her. Not again.

Anna threw her guns and knife on the ground. And held her fists up. “Come on, HYDRA boy,” She teased with a menacing smile.

His vibranium arm tensed, ready for the inevitable assault, but his heart wasn’t in it. Across from him, Anna’s eyes glinted with a fierce determination. Her hands crackled with energy, a manifestation of her enhanced abilities, a force powerful enough to send anyone flying across the room. She lunged first, fast and precise. Her fist, cloaked in a shimmering energy field, swung toward him. Bucky dodged, his reflexes sharp as ever, but his movements were defensive. He spun to the side, his expression hard but conflicted. Every time her strike neared, he danced away, avoiding her blows with a grace that came from years of battle. But he never struck back. Anna’s face was set in a deep frown, her brow furrowed as her frustration grew. 

She lashed out with a sweeping kick, energy pulsing through her leg. Bucky blocked it with his vibranium arm, the force of the impact sending a tremor up his arm, but still, he didn’t retaliate. He twisted, sidestepping another barrage of strikes, moving with precision and focus, but never crossing the line into offense. Her next strike came faster, her hand glowing brightly as she drove it toward his chest. Bucky barely avoided the blow, the heat of her energy brushing against his skin. He blocked her next swing, catching her wrist in his hand, but he didn’t tighten his grip. He merely held her at bay. He held her close, their faces merely inches away. Their  chests heaving, sweat glistening on her brow as her glowing fists dimmed. 

She stood before him, panting, eyes wild with frustration and confusion. “Why won’t you fight back?” she asked, her voice breaking through the tension like a fragile plea. She stared at him, demanding an answer, her hands still faintly shimmering with power.

Bucky lowered his gaze, the struggle within him almost too much to bear. He wanted to explain, to tell her everything he couldn’t find the words for. “Because…” he whispered, the words catching in his throat, “I can’t.”

Anna’s chest heaved, her breath ragged as Bucky came into view. Each beat of her heart felt like a war—one side pleading for release, the other clinging to him with fierce desperation. The tension clawed at her insides, but in that split second, her resolve hardened.

“Go,” she whispered, the word barely escaping her lips.

Bucky froze, startled by the quiet command, his eyes wide in disbelief. For a heartbeat, the world seemed to hang between them, his hesitation tangible. Then, with a swift nod, he turned and sprinted away, casting a glance over his shoulder, worry etched across his face. He needed to know she was safe. Her focus already shifted to Wanda, her mind connecting to hers, not through force but through understanding. Inside Wanda’s head, she whispered, coaxing, “Stop.”

Wanda faltered, stepping aside to help Clint. Meanwhile, Sam orchestrated a diversion, cleverly working to get Barnes and Steve to the quinjet. Overhead, Vis shredded the roof, collapsing it just as Wanda projected the debris aside, clearing their path. But Rhodes, with brutal precision, struck Wanda with a repulsion sound, sending the debris tumbling dangerously close to Barnes and Steve. Time slowed as Anna dove into the chaos, her power surging as she redirected the falling wreckage, protecting them both.

Barnes and Steve sprinted inside, only to be stopped dead in their tracks by Nat, her fists glowing with a warning. They hesitated, reading the gravity in her expression.

Her hands twisted in calculated motion, power thrumming in the air. “You’re not gonna stop, are you?” Her voice was heavy, knowing the answer before it came.

Steve’s sigh was weary, the weight of impossible choices evident. “You know I can’t.”

Nat sighed, resigned but determined. “You owe me one,” she said, her voice thick with history as she held back Black Panther’s relentless advance.

“Go,” she commanded, her voice sharp, resolute. She unleashed her power again, buying them the time they needed as she turned her focus back on Panther, knowing the battle was far from over.

The clash had been fierce, but brief—over almost as soon as it had begun. The battlefield, once roaring with the sounds of battle, had fallen into an eerie silence. Cap’s team lay defeated, subdued with no hope of escape. In the hospital, Rhodes lay still, paralyzed by the brutal force of the conflict.

High above, standing on the edge of the balcony, Anna and Nat gazed out over the devastated landscape. The wind whispered through the air, carrying with it a sense of finality, as if it knew the weight of what had just transpired.

Anna broke the silence, her voice soft but steady. “I would’ve done the same thing.”

Natasha glanced at her, a flicker of gratitude in her eyes. The unspoken bond between them ran deep, forged in shared trials. “I know,” she replied, her words laced with quiet understanding.

Anna’s gaze shifted toward the horizon, her heart heavy with the knowledge of what had to be said next. Her voice trembled slightly, betraying the sorrow she felt. “You need to go,” she whispered, fighting to keep her emotions in check. “T’Challa told Ross what you did.”

The weight of the truth hung between them, unyielding and absolute. Natasha met her gaze, her face impassive but her eyes revealing the quiet acceptance of what she already knew. “I know,” she said softly.

For a fleeting moment, the two women stepped toward one another, their arms wrapping around each other in a brief but fierce embrace. No words could express the depth of what they shared in that moment. And then, as quickly as she had come, Natasha slipped away into the shadows, leaving Anna alone on the balcony, watching as her friend disappeared into the day. 

Tony Stark uncovers evidence that Bucky Barnes was framed by Zemo. His heart heavy, he learns that the rest of the Avengers have been locked away in the Raft, a high-security prison for enhanced individuals. Stark visits the dismayed team, temporarily disabling security to extract crucial information from Sam Wilson about Rogers and Barnes’ whereabouts. Armed with the intel, Stark heads to Siberia, unknowingly followed by Anna.

Zemo sat on the cliff with a phone in his hand, staring at it. He's clearly staring at something until he felt a presence of  someone even though not knowing who it is,

"I almost killed the wrong man..." She stated, Zemo's back facing him as the cold wind gushed. 

"Hardly an innocent one," Zemo replied.

She placed her gun in the holster and stood beside Zemo to listen. "Aren't you happy? This is what you wanted, isn't it? To see an empire fall." 

Zemo looked afar, like he's looking on the other side of the world wishing it was all a dream, while playing with a gun. "My father lives outside the city. I thought we would be safe there. My son was excited, he could see the Iron from the car window. I told my wife, 'Don't worry, they're fighting in the city, we're miles from harm' and the dust cleared and the screaming stopped. It took me two days until I found their bodies... my father still holding my wife and son in his arms, and the avengers? they went home..."

She sat beside him facing the opposite side. She turned to him, "Are you happy now?"

He looked at her confused. What happiness is she talking about? Didn't she hear the story? "What?"

"You got what you wanted... You wanted my dad to kill Steve and Bucky. You have Bucky's trigger words. Two of the most devastating things that could happen..." she started, looking at the door entrance where her dad and her friend are fighting, hoping that they come out arm in arm because they resolved it for her... but no. "But I get it so I'm sorry."

His face softened at what she said. No one ever said that to him ever since his family died. Not even from the government or Avengers. 

"On behalf of the Avengers, I'm sorry... that you lost your family and for what you're going through but don't take them away from me..." her voice shaked. She can't bear it if the two most important people in her life can't stand to be in the same room. "Please dont. I know it's hard to see other families happy but please don't."

Her pleads seemed to open a spot Zemo had closed for a long time. The coldness in his system melted. She was the only person who seemed to get his suffering after the destruction he, now, caused. He was confused and overwhelmed by it. How could she? Who is she? 

"I can read you..." She lightly smiled. "I'm Anna." She stood up and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Maybe one day we'll see each other again and I hope that the wounds we've caused will heal."

She started walking towards the door when she heard his thoughts. 

"Put that gun away. Live your life, Zemo, this is the new you."

Her words tattooed on his mind and were on repeat. He kept hearing it over and over again. Is it worthy to live his life again?

Anna went inside and heard the commotion. She silently flew herself up and saw Bucky with a gun while her dad and Steve were in front of a computer watching the footage where Bucky killed her dad's parents. She couldn't call them grandparents because she didn't know them and Tony never really mentioned them. She could count the times in her hand when he told stories about them. But she knew that, she felt it from Bucky when they fought earlier at the airport. She saw his misery... his pain... maybe that's why she couldn't bring herself to kill him.

Tony turned to Bucky and was about to fight him but Steve pulled him back. "Don't."

"Did you know?" Anger was evident from Tony, even with the suit on they could feel his rage. Anna saw and heard their thoughts. She saw that her dad wasn't very angry that Bucky killed his parents... he was angrier that Steve knew and never told him a thing. Betrayal.

"Yes."

Tony took a step back. His heart shattered from what he heard. He expected it from someone other than him. He thought they built a bond from the past years they've been fighting side to side but friendship is a complicated thing. He punched Rogers 'til he flew to the ground. Bucky pointed his gun at him but Tony was quicker to choke him from behind.

"Do you even remember them?"

"I remember all of them," Bucky answered before Tony steered them to the ground but Steve tackled them causing Bucky to fall to the higher floor and Steve and Tony rolled to the ground.

Anna stood silently and watched before she saw Bucky attempting to fight. She flew to his side and grabbed him back.

"Don't," she muttered. "This is not your fight. You have a bigger plan than this."

Once again, even in the middle of chaos Bucky found her peace. Even if she's on the other side, he found stillness and calmness in her. He looked at her. "Why didn't you kill me?"

She couldn't find an answer. Technically, she can kill him but she chose not to. Maybe because she can sense a strong connection or she can understand what he went through. 

"I'll kill you when I want to kill you."

She raised the side of her lips, giving him assurance that she can never be the bad guy. Unlike him, who killed dozens of people. She heard him groan when he backed away so she pulled him back and healed him before stepping down to rescue his dad. He didn't have the time to say "thanks" but he kept in mind that the next time they see each other, he'll say it. But for now, he had other plans, to save his friend. He saw Steve's shield and jumped down to slam it on Tony's back.

She wasn't surprised. They chose sides to help. And she isn't letting anyone hurt her dad. She joined them on the side and blasted her powers to revert Steve from punching her dad. She played with Steve's mind so her dad could focus on Bucky. Steve was frozen on his spot thinking about what she painted; Peggy, his weakness. Just like superman, we all have our own kryptonites.

But that wasn't until Bucky took a shot at her. Forcing her to wince and stopping her from toying Steve. The man in a star-spangled suit looked at her. "Anna? Why?"

"All is fair in love and war."

Tony realized what happened and blasted Bucky to the wall while Anna healed herself. "And now, you're trying to kill my daughter!?"

"I wasn't killing her!" He screamed while smashing Tony to the wall and tried to rip his arc reactor until it fired strongly at him, using his uni-beam to vaporize his metal arm. Bucky now realized the impact of his actions. He looked at Anna who was shocked and Steve who's running to Tony.

An enraged Steve leaped towards Tony but he overpowered him before battering him relentlessly. Anna stood beside Bucky trying to help him but realized that metals aren't under her control.

"Dad, you have to stop!" She transferred the message to her dad's head. "You can't beat him hand-to-hand."

"I don't care. He killed my mom." He answered again but this time, he emphasized on every word. Tony blocked Steve's shield and shot it before punching him and blasting him in front of Bucky.

"He's my friend," Steve painted. He just wanted to protect his friend because he know that the guy who killed Tony's parents and the guy who saved him from his bullies aren't the same. That's what he wanted Tony to understand but that can't clearly happen.

"So was I."

Tony jabbed Steve and threw him to the grid. "Stay down. Final warning."

Steve struggled to his feet and raised his hands. "I could do this all day."

Tony charged a repulsor blast but was distracted by Bucky, who grabbed his leg, Anna then drifted him to the wall and choked him with her arm. "I told you. This is not your fight."

That disadvantage made Steve grab Tony and hoisted him over his head. Steve violently threw her dad to the ground before taking his shield attempting to bash his chestplate but Anna was quick to smash his shield into the wall. She wasn't gonna let that happen. The two Avenger looked at her while she held Bucky to the wall and drifted Steve to the opposite side of her dad.

"Take your friend and leave, Steve."

She looked at Bucky who's deep into her eyes, trying to scan her emotions so she shared it with him. She let him see what she was thinking and feeling. And what was it? Nothing. She felt empty. A war is not a good time to feel happy or sad or angry. For her, it's a time to feel nothing. 

Steve took Bucky's arm then they walked away leaving her and her dad alone. She kneeled beside him and healed him in silence. She knows no amount of words can comfort him so she comforted him in silence. 

"Thanks, kid." Her dad tried to smile at her.

She smiled back before placing her dad's arm over her and leaving. She knows that she's gonna see the two friends again because she can sense the connection she and Bucky have but for now, she's focused on her dad.

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Yours Submissively ~ Incinta

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open! And I AM SO SORRY! Merry Christmas! 🎄

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Banners by me!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Previous: Sanctuary

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

“Belle?! Isabella?!” Steve was yelling in the phone, frantic.  He heard movement.  

A second man picked up the phone.  “You want her, Captain? Come get her.” 

Steve stared at the phone.  His head snapped up.  He touched his comms.  “Sam?” 

“I’m landing.” There was a muffle. “We need EMTs on the corner of State and Henry.  I have a total of four down, three DOA.”   

Steve blanched. “Bucky?” 

“Alive.  Two shots, one critical.  EMTs are here and taking him to Brooklyn General.”  

“Who are the others?” 

Steve could tell Sam was hesitating.  “One of them is Disktant. Shot in the neck.  He bled out.  The others I don’t know.  I’m connecting to the security systems around here to see what happened.”  

“Sam, they were after Belle.”  

“How…” 

“She called for me to find her, but she was taken.  Clint and I are headed to her last known location.  Just get the intel and well reconvene. Sam,” he sighed, “get Bucky back to the tower.”  

“On it, Cap.”  

Steve turned to the remaining team. “Stark, you and Nat start working with Friday to see who and where. Wanda, Vision, I need you back ASAP.  Clint, you, Peter and I need to get to Brooklyn.  We need to find her and fast.”  

“Alright, you heard Cap,” Tony said.  He walked by Steve and clapped his shoulder.  “We’ll find her.”  

Clint drove Steve and Peter to the diner, see the police cars surrounding it.  Steve approached the officer in charge. “Captain, I’m Lieutenant Provenza, officer in charge.”  

“What happened?” 

“A young lady entered the diner and sat at the back.  No clean look at her on security.  She made a call and the waitress said she look distressed.  Two men entered through the back.  Video of them is clear but we have no hits on identity.  They approached the girl, grabbing the phone, speaking to someone as they took the girl to the back. They dropped her phone and glasses.”  He waived a tech forward and he brought out the evidence bags.  “They got into a van, no plates.”  

“Lieutenant, the girl taken is my wife, Isabella Rogers.  We need an APB for her right away along with the description of the van.  It was me she was talking to on the phone.”  

“Right away Captain. Any reason she was out her all alone?” 

“We had a disagreement. Sargent Barnes had accompanied her, but he was shot a few blocks away.”  

“Understood.  We’ll put out an emergency APB on her right away.” The lieutenant walked away to speak to the officers when Steve’s phone rang.  “Sam?” 

“Bucky’s wounds are serious but non-life threatening.  He’ll be awake in a couple of hours.  I have his phone.”  

“Can you check to see how he found Belle?” 

“I’m checking.  The last notifications are text between him and Paul about a car and a doorbell video.” 

“Doorbell video?” 

“Yeah, hang on.” He could hear Sam fiddle with the phone.  “Shit, Cap, he found where Belle had gone.”  

“Where?” 

“Lila.”  

Steve motioned for Clint and Peter. “I’m headed there now.  Thanks Sam.  Keep me updated for when he wakes.”  

“You got it.”   

Steve hung up and called Tony.  “Tony, check surveillance around Lila’s apartment.  I’m headed there now.”  

“Why would she go to Lila?” 

“It makes sense.  I didn’t even think to ask her since they had the falling out. Maybe she will know why Bucky and Belle were in Brooklyn.” Steve hung up and stared out the window.  His biggest fear, Belle being taken was now coming to fruition. He just had to be honest and none of this would have happened.  He glanced down at his wedding band, pulled it off and looked at the inscription.  

AAAO, KOMH B&S 

He gave a sad smile.  And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for, King of My Heart, Body and Soul. She had it inscribed as a surprise that she told him about in London.  And while he was the king of her heart, she was queen of his.  

Belle woke up with a sore head. She tried to rub her head, but her arms didn’t move.  She tugged and felt pain in her wrists.  She blinked her eyes open to harsh light. “Finally, the princess is awake,” she heard.  Belle tried to look around but couldn’t see anything past the blinding light.  

“Jesus, this girl is dumb.”  A shadow came in by the light.  “This is the heir to HYDRA?” 

“You knocked her out with a tranquilizer.  It takes some time to get out of her system.”  That voice sounded familiar. The fog from her brain was lifting and Belle was starting to be able to focus.  

“Now she’s coming around.”   

Belle blinked several times bringing the face into focus. “Sharon?” 

“Hey there princess,” she mocked. “How ya feeling?” 

“Like I got taken by a hoe,” Belle replied.  She noticed a man standing next to her in a weird green suit.  “Who the fuck is that?” 

“My name is Quinten Beck.” He walked towards Belle and kneeled in front of her. She stared at the man in front of her. Brown hair, blue eyes, he looked kind, but malice was hidden in them. He reached up to tuck a stand of hair behind her ear.  “You have beautiful eyes Isabella.  It’s a wonder that no one else notice the similarities.”  

Belle couldn’t help herself. “Similarities?” 

“Yes, to our founder. Schmidt.  See, your mother’s side came from a long list of HYDRA supporters, but no one figured out that Schmidt had a son who had a daughter. Your mother.”  

“No, my grandfather is Pierce.”  

Beck chuckled.  “Yes, he is one of your grandfathers. But you, Mrs. Rogers, are the true heir of HYDRA. You are the most important piece to complete our mission.  We have to keep your bloodline going. And it can’t be with that All American asshole.”  

Realization dawned on Belle.  She began to thrash and scream.  “No! I won’t do this!” 

“Oh, don’t worry Isabella.  I’ll take good care of Steve once you’re gone,” Sharon said with an evil smile.  

Steve arrived at Belle’s old apartment and kicked in the door.  Lila fell as she was stuffing items into her suitcase.  Peter fired his webs to pin her to the wall. “Miss Stevens, in a hurry?” Steve growled as he walked into the apartment.  

“Steve… Steve I can…” 

“You can call me Captain Rogers, Miss Stevens.” He sat in the chair across from Lila.  “Where is Belle?” 

“I don’t know,” she replied trembling.  

“Ok, answer me this.  Who took her?” Lila remained silent, tears streaming down her face. “Delilah,” he said with a low voice dripping with fury, “Who. Took. My. Wife?” 

Lila sobbed.  “She told me that it would be better for all of us if Belle disappeared.  Belle ruined my life.  My friends abandoned me, my parents were furious at my actions.  They loved Belle like a daughter and took her side.  I just wanted to be back to where I was.”  

Steve tried to remain calm.  “I’ll ask one more time. Who took her?” 

Lila stared at America’s hero and saw the pain, the anger, fury in his eyes.  “Sharon.  Sharon Carter paid me to set Belle up.  She said if she came to me to find out where she was going.  I just made a call.”  

“Clint, please take Miss Stevens to the tower.” Clint cut Lila from the webs and escorted her from the apartment. Steve grabbed the phone Lila had next to her, but it was locked.  “Shit,” he mumbled.  

“Allow me, Cap,” Peter said, pulling off his mask.  He started to tap the phone as Steve’s phone rang.   

“Sam.” 

“It’s me,” Bucky’s voice filled the air and Steve breathed a sigh of relief. “What’s the update?” 

“Shouldn’t you be resting? 

“I’m a super soldier as well asshole.  Tell me.”  

“Lila set up Belle. To Sharon.”  

“Motherfucker.  I knew that bitch was up to something.  What’s the plan?” 

“Don’t have one yet.  We’re still trying to figure out where they took her.” Steve looked at Peter who raised his head.  

“I’ve got it Cap.  The messages from Sharon confirm what Lila was saying.  But they never mention a location.”   

“Fuck.  Ok so…” 

“Wait…” Peter kept reading. “Does anyone know a Dr. Beck?” 

The team assembled in the control room with Tony leading a presentation. “Dr. Quinton Beck was an engineer with Stark Industries.  He was working on weapons manufacturing before I changed the direction of the company.  He was let go. He hasn’t had a presence in a company for the last few years until…” he flipped a screen, “AIM a few years ago.  He got in under a false name.”  

“Why was he flagged in the first place?” Natasha asked.  

“Beck wanted to use technology to fake visuals with a slight mind control initiative weaved into it,” Tony replied sarcastically. “I shut it down and fired his ass.”  

“Why would he want to take Belle?” Bucky studied the man’s photo.  

“Yeah, that was the question we had,” Banner replied.  “I ran her DNA through websites like Genealogy and it was interesting that she had no other family out there.  No cousins, nieces, nephews, uncles, aunts, nothing.  So, I had a hunch and ran it through old military databases.  And got a hit.”  A new picture hit the screen. Steve and Bucky looked at each other.  

“Johan Schmidt, founder of HYDRA also known as…” 

“The Red Skull,” Bucky and Steve answered at the same time.  “How?” Steve asked.  

“Schmidt is Belle’s great- great grandfather. So, when they say she is the heir to HYDRA it wasn’t because of Pierce.  It was because of him.”  

Steve stared at the photo of his former nemesis.  He never thought that fucker would ever be a problem again, but history taught him otherwise. The tesseract made an appearance although it was safe on Asgard now. But it was amazing to him that Belle was so pure, so loving, so innocent compared to her family.  But her mother had ran from her family so the apple did fall far away from the tree.  

“Steve? Steve? You with us?”  Bucky shook his friend’s arm.  

“How would Beck know to reach out to Sharon?” Steve pondered aloud.  “I mean, they don’t run in the same circles unless…” he froze.  

“Oh shit,” Bucky looked at Steve.  “You don’t think…” 

“I do.”  He turned to his team.  “I guess I need to come clean with something first so you guys can understand.”  

Belle was moved to a room with a bed and locked in.  She looked around and noticed some familiar items.  Sharon walked in after a few minutes.  “Does it get you all hot and bothered?”  

“Is this how you two met?” 

Sharon sighed.  “After Steve completed his training, I needed to find a more permanent plaything.  You see, at the club, all walks of life come in.  And here comes this guy who is almost as handsome as Steve who just wants to have a friend and a release.  Well, I did what I do best and helped him with that.  And as we got to know each other, I realized that he had the technology and the will to get to the top.  And if he could get rid of the Avengers and take the only thing, they all care about, they I could have chance to get Steve to finally see me."

“What are you even talking about?” 

“I was almost there.   I almost had Steve.  And then you came along.  You seduced him, you entranced him with your fucking eyes. And he was gone.  He left me.  For you.”  

Belle cried.  “I didn’t do anything. He wanted me, he pursued me.  I fell in love with him after.  I even left when I thought he didn’t want me for more. But we were made for each other. Please let me go. Please I’ll talk to him, I’ll tell him whatever you want.”  

“I’ll tell him myself when we ‘look’ for you.” 

“Please Sharon. You know this is wrong.” Belle pleaded. “I don’t want this. I was made for Steve.” 

“You were made to be bred for HYDRA,” Sharon snarled.  “Even my great aunt knew that Steve was meant to be for a greater purpose.  She almost married him before he put that fucking plane on ice.”  

“Your aunt cheated on him before he decided to save the world.  I found the notes, her letter to him.  He thinks I don’t know but I do! You Carters are just a stain on American history!” 

Sharon reached out and slapped Belle, snapping her head back.  Sharon got right into Belle’s face. “And you will be known as the whore who married America’s hero and slept with HYDRA’s next great leader.  You will be bred; you will give birth and continue the HYDRA line and Steve will never see you again.”  

“Wait so Sharon, who helped us out multiple times, is a closeted sex fiend?” Sam looked astonished at his friend.  “And you were too?” 

“I technically still am.  Belle and I have an adventurous bedroom life ok?”  Steve was becoming annoyed.  “But that’s not the point.  The point is, I gave up that life and Sharon has not.  She still visits the club we used to go to.  Since Belle, I hadn’t been there for a few months.  That’s probably when she met Beck.”  

“Ok, focus up,” Tony started, “while we are all fascinated at Cap being a dominating bastard, which by the way makes total sense, we need to get back to finding Belle.  Now why would Beck and Sharon want to take her besides Sharon being a twisted bitch?”  

“Because Beck wants power.”  Maria Hill walked into the room.  “He was on SHIELD’s radar for his researching while he was still looking for work.  We think his goal is to create the next generation of HYDRA royalty.”  

“HYDRA royalty?” Bucky looked enraged.  “The only way would be if she had children with a true HYDRA supporter.”  

“Steve!” Bruce came running in with Helen Cho.  “We have a problem.”  

“What could possibly bigger than my missing wife?” 

“The fact that your wife is pregnant.”  

“What?”  Steve blanched.  “What are you talking about?”   

“Belle came to us a day before she ran away complaining that she was feeling under the weather.  We checked her out and she seemed fine, so we took blood. The results got lost in her running away but as we checked for any links the reminder hit my email.”  

“She’s pregnant?  My Belle is having our baby?” 

“Oh god.” Natasha covered her mouth.  “What will they do when they find out?” 

Tony looked at Steve who was still reeling from the news. “Let’s call this bitch and negotiate to get her back.”  

“They aren’t just going to give her back,” Bucky argued.  

“No, but they may be stupid enough to let us get a ping on their location.”  

Steve looked at his team, his face broken.  “Do it.  I need to get my family back.”  

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