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fruitcoops · 4 years ago

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Guess the Two of Us

Hey folks! I’ve been watching Cut videos recently to get inspiration for more Lions social media fics and have found several wonderful ideas. This is based on the video where someone has to match up couples from a group people they’ve never met--I love O’Knutzy, but seeing as they’re not out yet, I did not include them in this.

Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove, but Grace is mine! Let me know if you’re still enjoying the social media fics :)

“Do I just talk to the camera?” a young woman in a yellow dress asked. Someone offscreen nodded and she smiled. “Hello, hockey fans! I’m Grace and I’ll be doing a video for the Lion Pride channel today.”

“Grace, do you keep up with the hockey world?” Marlene’s voice was a bit muffled behind the camera.

“Not at all, I’m more into softball, baseball, that kind of thing.”

“Do you live in Gryffindor?”

“Nope! I’m visiting family and I was in the coffee shop across the street when someone offered to have me film a video for the network.”

“We’re going to bring ten people out and you’re going to match the couples. Sound good?”

“Oh, god, this is going to be hard,” Grace laughed. “Sure, I’ll give it a tryrst.”

“Alright, the rest of you can line up behind her. Grace, I’ll tell you when you can turn around and start guessing. You can ask them to hold hands, kiss, dance, whatever will give you a better idea of their relationship.” Ten people walked out from behind the camera into a loose semi-circle. “Ready? Go!”

“Whew, okay, no pressure.” Grace turned to face them. “Okay, first one.” She bit her lip and scanned the group, then pointed to Lily and Natalie hesitantly. “You both look very nice and very intimidating. Could you come here for a second and hold hands?”

“Are you using new moisturizer?” Lily asked as she twined their fingers together; Kasey covered his mouth in the background. “Your hands are so soft.”

Grace looked between them for a moment, narrowing her eyes. “As much as you two would make an absolute power couple, I think you’re just really good friends. Who’s the guy that’s laughing over there?”

“I’m Kasey,” he said around his laughter.

“You’re her boyfriend, aren’t you?” She gestured to Natalie; he didn’t answer the question, but she nodded anyway. “Yeah, I’m calling it.”

“Nat, Kasey, you guys can stand over to the left,” Marlene said.

“I’m feeling a little better now, this is good!” Grace said as she faced the others again, bouncing on her toes a bit. “Tall guy and slightly shorter guy, can you come up?”

“Since when am I ‘slightly shorter guy’?” James grumbled as he walked over with Sirius.

“Since we met! I’ve always been taller than you.”

“The banter is a good sign,” Grace mused. “Hmmm. If you’re comfortable, could you give him a kiss on the cheek?” Sirius leaned down and planted one on James, who grinned. “This is tough. You’re either dating or just, like, peak best friends.”

“You can ask them to say, ‘I love you’,” Marlene suggested out of frame.

Grace turned back to them. “Could you?”

They faced each other and James took Sirius’ hands, looking deep into his eyes. “I love you.”

“Love you, too—” Sirius caught himself at the last second and Grace sighed.

“You were going to finish that with ‘dude’ or something, weren’t you?” she asked; his poker face broke immediately. “Damn it. I thought I had that one.”

“She’s good at this,” Lily commented from the line.

“Can you come to the front for a second? Sirius, you can head back.”

Lily stuck her hands in her pockets as she stood next to James. “I get the slightly shorter guy. Nice.”

Grace paused. “At first I was almost positive you were together, but now I feel like you would step on him. Is that rude?” Everyone else started cheering and she smiled as James flushed. “Sorry, you just have a presence!”

“Thank you!”

“Alright, I can’t decide. You can both go back,” she finally said. Remus gave Lily a nudge as she returned to her place and Grace’s eyebrows rose. “Sweater guy, can you step up to the plate?” Remus obliged and she tilted her head to the side. “So, I was going to say you were Lily’s boyfriend because of the little moment back there, but there is no way you’re heterosexual.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose as the rest of the group burst out laughing. “I mean, you’re right, but holy shit that was fast. Twenty-five years of pretending to be straight, wasted.”

“Hey, same!” They high-fived and she surveyed the other seven people. “Hmmm. Can the guy in the red shirt come over for a minute?” Talker walked over with a wide grin on his face. “Oh, the vibe is definitely there. I feel like he steals your sweaters.” Out of Grace’s sightline, dawning horror overtook Sirius’ face. “Can you hug?”

“Yeah, sure.” Talker held his arms out and Remus settled into them, giving him a tight squeeze around the chest.

“I can see it, I can see it,” Grace said, nodding. “Yeah, I think you two are a couple.”

“Three pairs left,” Marlene said.

“How are all of you so pretty?” Grace sighed as she turned back to the group. “Can the lady in the purple shirt and the one who looks like she could bench-press me come forward? What do you two do for a living?”

“Professional hockey,” Noelle said.

June grinned. “I’m a mechanic.”

“That’s so cool. Hmm. Could you slow dance for a second?” June wrapped her arms around Noelle’s waist, leaving a decent amount of room between them as they swayed. “You’re so cute together, oh my god.”

“Is that a yes?” June asked as they separated.

“Absolutely.” Grace blew out a long breath. Only James, Sirius, Heather, and Lily were left. “This is so difficult. How did it get harder with fewer people? Well, the lovely lady in the jacket has a rainbow pin, so I’m going to say you two are together. I am a hundred percent sure those two guys aren’t dating because of the ‘bro’ thing, but there’s nobody else left.”

“Do you want to do a rematch before your final decision?” Marlene offered.

Grace looked over at the group of already-paired couples on the left. She hesitated, then shook her head. “I know I got at least two wrong, but I don’t want to mess everything else up.”

“In that case, you’re going to face the camera and close your eyes. Everyone, get together with your real partners and put rings on if you have them.”

“Rings?” Her jaw dropped. “Some of them are married?”

“There’s one married couple and two are engaged.”

“If I accidentally ruined someone’s future, please know that I am so sorry.”

“There’s a very low chance of that,” Sirius said as he slid his ring on.

“Okay, Grace, turn around.”

Grace turned and covered her mouth with both hands. “Awww! How many did I get right?”

“One.”

“One?” Kasey and Natalie waved, and she sighed. “Please tell me you’re at least engaged.”

“Nope, sorry.”

“Shit.”

“Let’s start with this end,” Marlene laughed. “Pots, Lils, go ahead.”

“For the record, she could definitely step on me.” James grinned and kissed Lily’s temple. “We’re the married ones.”

“Wait, that’s so cute,” Grace said softly. “I totally see it.”

“So, why didn’t you pair them up?” Marlene asked.

“I don’t know! It seems so obvious now. How long have you been together?”

Lily leaned her head on James’ shoulder. “We met about eight years ago, had a baby last winter, and got married this past summer.”

“Congratulations!” June and Heather walked up next, hand-in-hand. “Well, at least I didn’t put either of you with one of the guys.”

June shrugged. “Noelle’s a cutie. If I wasn’t already engaged to the love of my life, I’d go there.”

“I put you two together because you had the jock-for-jock thing going, but this right here is couple goals.” Grace sniffled slightly. “Is it normal to get emotional about other people��s love?”

“You have three other couples to get through, you can’t cry yet!” Heather teased playfully as they moved to the end of the line.

Natalie winked. “You had us figured out right away.”

“Your boyfriend couldn’t stop laughing!”

Kasey snorted. “Sorry, it’s just that there’s a running joke among our friends that Lily and Nat are the true power couple. Even I didn’t notice the hand lotion, and we live together.”

She gasped as Talker and Noelle took their place. “Wait, what?”

“Surprise, I’m not a lesbian!” Noelle said, doing jazz hands. “Very flattered, though.”

“How do all these make so much sense?” Grace shook her head in disbelief. “At least I wasn’t wrong about the jock-for-jock vibe for one of the couples.”

Marlene stepped slightly into view. “Why didn’t you put Thomas and Noelle with each other?”

Grace shrugged. “They both had such good chemistry with the other people in the group. I’m sure I would’ve paired them up if I had seen them together, though.”

“Alright, final couple.” Talker and Noelle joined the back of the line; Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus’ waist as they stepped forward.

“You were right about the jock thing for two of the couples, actually,” Remus said with a grin. “Very impressive.”

“How did I miss this?” Grace looked at the camera crew, then back at them. “How the hell did I miss this?”

“Don’t worry, we were all oblivious for about three and a half months,” James said ruefully.

“Are you all friends?”

“All the guys play for the Lions, Gryffindor’s hockey team,” Marlene explained.

“The hockey questions make a lot more sense now. Does that mean you two play for the same team?”

“Literally or figuratively?” The corners of Sirius’ mouth twitched up as James rolled his eyes. “Yes, and yes. I’m the team captain.”

“I play wing,” Remus said.

“Did you two meet through hockey?”

Remus made a ‘so-so’ motion. “Sort of. I was the Lions’ physical therapist for two years before I was a player. We started spending more time together after Sirius broke his ankle.”

“Are you the other engaged couple?” Sirius beamed and held up his left hand. “Yeah, I thought so. Congrats, you’re both adorable!”

“Merci.”

“Do you want to sign us off, Grace?” Marlene asked as Sirius and Remus rejoined the rest of the group.

She turned to the camera and waved. “Thanks for watching, everyone!”

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stockholmdolly · 3 years ago

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EASY PREY (BEWARE OF THE LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD) 4

Pairings: Brock Rumlow x Bucky Barnes hahaha not really, just them being good bros

Warnings: None in this chapter, just Bucky and Rumlow being amazing and hardworking human beings.

Word count: 3,329

Author’s note: Hello fanfiction world, it is me! Stockholm Dolly. Chapter 4, this is only centered in Bucky and Rumlow, they’re getting somewhere, where? I don’t really know, but somewhere. Happy reading...😈

CHAPTER 4/26 JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES / BROCK RUMLOW

BROCK RUMLOW’S POV

I’ve only known wars and fights against something bigger than me, since I was little my dad taught me to fight, to defend myself and protect my mom. Then I thought it was a great idea to join SHIELD, I was so good at my job I lead STRIKE team for years…. Till everything went to shit, Alexander Pierce threatened to hurt my parents if I didn’t do what he wanted. That’s where I met Barnes, at that time The Winter Soldier, just took me one look at him to know who he was, I tried to contact Captain America but all I’ve got was voicemail messages, I wanted to warned them, but their egos got in the way. I freed Barnes and let everything go to shit in the Triskelion, as always, the avengers save the day, Natasha uploaded all the SHIELD dirty laundry with my file included and all my situation with HYDRA, they arrested me and took me to the Raft, I made an appeal and time later the government gave me my pardon, just like Barnes.

After everything I didn’t wanted anything to do with them, they said sorry, but their actions said something else, I don’t really know in what moment this “heroes” became a shell of what they were, they started doing risky business disguised as helping the community and till today no one can prove their doing it, of course with Stark by their side, what could go wrong? so I quit SHIELD and apply to the FBI, with my experience I was hired almost immediately, I was assigned to abductions and as a part of his pardon Barnes had to do “something for the community” so this was excellent, I asked him to be my partner, we came a long way and we work really great together, this case though was proving be one of the most difficult ones.

Some cases have no leads at all, some cases have lots of leads, some cases have a couple of good leads upon which you can develop more leads, other cases have one good lead that requires tremendous effort to develop into anything else. The case of Tery S. had one good lead, the van, which required tremendous effort to develop into anything else. The black, low-top Converse sneaker was not evidence at all. How could I find a girl by having her missing shoe? There were no fingerprints or blood splatter on it from her assailant. The shoe was worthless to me. I devoted all of my efforts on finding a glimpse of the van, pouring over, obsessing over, scouring each second of every last videotape from every last camera in her town and the surrounding towns and any tollbooth leading from ground zero.

On the eighth day of this effort, I finally caught the image of a 1989 white Chevy TransVista with Indiana plates, edging like a snake through a toll. The Hoosier woman confirmed my find: “Exactly. This is definitely the one,” she said. I rummaged a two-person team back at headquarters to track the van’s route from any highway videos they could acquire. Meanwhile, in checking Indiana motor vehicle records, Barnes, uncovered fourteen registrations for late-eighties to early-nineties Chevy TransVistas fitting our lead.

Whether the registrations were cancelled or current, revoked, or expired, we set out to visit each address associated with each registration. This effort took us around the entire state of Indiana, parts of Illinois and Milwaukee, and a sliver of Ohio, where people were either on vacation or to where they had moved to or sold the vehicle altogether. Each one of these registrants and current owners had to be cleared, which meant interviewing them, profiling them, checking their property, reading their body language, and verifying alibis.

One registrant had died.

One registrant had wrecked his van the month before when he collided head-on with a car carrier full of Porsche 911s. He showed us the newspaper clippings of the event and all, chuckling, “Damn Porsches. I hate those little bugs. How can you make any dump runs or buy gravel for your driveway in one of those dinky things anyway?”

One registrant would not submit to a voluntary inspection of his ranch home, but who, upon better reasoning and advice of counsel, complied. He scurried to move a couple of pot plants as we walked through his house. I don’t give a shit about your Mary Jane. I’m here to find a kidnapped girl, idiot.

Eight registrants were fairly normal, run-of-the-mill Chevy TransVista van owners, and by this I mean they were wholly unsuspicious and actually, were almost clones of each other. I suppose they each had their important distinctions, but in my investigator’s mind, I lumped them all in one group: innocent, married retirees. Kind, too, nearly every one of the wives wept upon explanation of our mission, spanking or kicking the side of their van as if punishing it for being the brother of a kidnapper. During these interviews, Barnes, who hung behind me and, on the fringe, received sideways glances, which I took to mean, “Does he really have to glare at us?”

As is the case in most instances, we could not find one registrant. He didn’t appear to have a formal job anywhere, and not one of his neighbors knew where he’d gone off to. He lived in a fairly large, white Cape at the end of a two-hundred-foot, pine-lined, dirt driveway. A towering red barn loomed behind his home in a flat, grassy field, a spot hidden from roadside inspection. Naturally, this guy peaked my interest. Neighbors confirmed they’d seen him with a white van at one point, but they couldn’t remember when. “Takes off a lot. We don’t know where he goes.”

I gave the neighbors my card and asked them to call me if he were to show up. Barnes hunted down a local judge, knuckle-knocking on his country door while he ate his scrambled eggs. Although I wasn’t with him, I can picture the scene. He hulked over His Honor as he signed the search warrant, and then he grabbed a piece of his buttered toast as retribution for having to go to the trouble of seeking permissions from persons he felt were below His Law. “We should be able to storm into whatever we damn well please to find these babies,” he said, and with this, I did agree. Right to privacy and due process of laws, my ass. Slowed us down. But leave the poor Judge’s toast alone.

And, wouldn’t you know it, as soon as we got our warrant, a neighbor called. “He’s back. But he has a black pickup. No van as far as I can tell.”

We sped down single lanes with low ditches and long fields on each border to return to our suspect. Along the way, Barnes and I kept the windows down, taking in the cleansing odor of dewed grass and bubbling spring water. Indiana. Indiana, Indiana, take me from her, leave me here, set me with the wheat and the moon and a wisp of a glimpse of her face. Indiana, Indiana. Several vacant swing sets squeaked out this haunt-rocking song to the rhythm of a lonely country breeze.

We greeted our mystery man in his driveway, where he was waiting for us. Tipped off. Tight community. Appearing as Paul Bunyan, he wore faded jean overalls, steel-toed work boots, and dangled a pipe from his crooked mouth. “Name’s Boyd,” he corrected when I asked if he was Robert McGuire. “Robert’s my Christian name, but Mama always calls me Boyd.” Boyd was a chicken farmer.

After introductions and the showing of badges, Boyd invited us inside.

Still within the kitchen, Boyd and I sat across from each other at a dandelion-yellow Formica table with thin chrome legs. Barnes stood behind me like a sentry, staring Boyd into discomfort, his arms folded high atop his chest he smashed down and in with who-knows-what—probably duct tape, I never asked.

Boyd bounced his furry eyebrows and pursed his lips, as if to say, please begin, Mr. Rumlow, you have my full attention now. And thus began the interview of Mr. Boyd L. McGuire. I memorized every word so as to later transcribe the exchange, which is what I did in motel rooms while Barnes lurked around rural towns like a vampire, searching for loose-talking, drunk locals who “might have seen or heard something” or perhaps “suspect some pervert in town”; and so rumors and dark-alley whispers became his night-man’s probable cause.

Actually, I admire Barnes. Many times a child has been pulled from doom due to his questionable tactics. You never heard me ever once ask him to explain himself. Like a hungry dog, I took whatever intel he poured into my breakfast bowl. I had to feed a hole inside me, damage I’d carried within for decades.

- Boyd, you mind if my partner here looks around your barn while I ask you some questions?

- Not at all. What ya’ll lookin for anyway?

- Don’t know, Boyd. You got something to hide?

- I ain’t got nothin’ to hide. Look evra-whar ya’ll want. I’m an open book.

- Thanks, Boyd. We appreciate you helping us out.

Barnes had already banged back out through the front door, having turned and left upon the cue.

- I understand you had a white Chevy van?”

- Sure did. Sold her ‘bout three months ago.

- That so? Who did you sell it to?

- No idea, Mr. Rumlow.

- Yeah?

- I parked the van on the curb with a sign, ‘For Sale.’ Had an ad in tha paper too. Guy shows up. Said he’d hitched a ride from the train station. Gives me cash, twenty-two hund-erd. Tha’ end.

- What about the registration? Did you talk to him about changing it?

- Sure. He said he’d take care a ‘dat. Don’t know much about no paperwork since my Lucy died. She gone, three years ago come next month. God Rest Her Soul. She took care-a all that mumbo jumbo. What, I screw up bad with the law cuzathat, Mr. Rumlow. This why you here? Don’t the FBI got bigga fish ta’ fry and all is what I mean, but mean no trouble, Mr. Rumlow. Whatever you want. Like I said, I’m an open book, now.

- No, no. Nothing like that, Boyd. What did the buyer look like?

- Hard ta’ say. Sorta’ nondescript to me, he was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses. Real handsome. I think he probably had blonde, yeah, blonde hair. Hmmph. Whole transaction took about ten minutes. I showed him she could start and all, showed him the manual tucked up in her glove box. Said I’d throw in the stove as well. I had an old stove in the back a’ her. That was about it.

- Did you have one of those specialty frames on the plate that says ‘Hoosier State’?

- Sure as heck did. Cousin Bobby’s boy useta play on the Indiana University basketball team. Proud of him. Proud of them. Proud of my state, Mr. Rumlow.

- I don’t doubt you. This is real helpful, you confirming all this.

- This guy who bought my van, he did something bad, didn’t he?

- You could say so, Boyd. A girl’s gone missing. Trying to track him down as fast as possible to ask him about her. Anything else you can remember about him or the transaction?

I studied Boyd’s reaction and body language, as I was trained to do. Since I had just confirmed his vehicle played a part in a serious crime involving a child and this was no joke and we at the FBI were hot on the trail, if Boyd had something to hide, he likely would have crossed his arms, scrunched his eyes, averted mine, and looked up and to the left when he spoke again, all of which being the tell-tale signs of a liar creating answers. Boyd did none of this. He set his palms gently on the table, rounded his shoulders sad, and peeked into my eyes like a tired, old bear.

- I can’t thinka one thing, Mr. Rumlow. I’m real sorry. I want to help this girl. Ain’t there ina-thang you can ask me ‘bout I shoulda noticed? Maybe something will spark some kinda memry.

I surveyed the log of prior cases filed in my mind, thinking of past clues that led to past clues. I’d been in this situation before.

- How much gas was in the van? Do you remember?

- Sure as heck I remember. Damn thing was damn near bone dry. I had just enuff gas in my shed to get her started.

- What’s the closest gas station?

- R&K’s Gas & Suds. End of the street. Matter a’ fact, he asked the same thing, and I said the same thing to him, R&K’s Gas & Suds. End of the street.

Bingo.

- Did he sign anything? Touch anything in your home? Was he only ever outside or did he come in?

Boyd turned to look behind him, swiveled back to face me, smiled, rocked his head, and pointed a finger in my direction, proud of me, his child-detective.

- Oh, you’re good, Mr. Rumlow, you’re good. I never woulda thought of it, but you know what? You know damn what. He used my bathroom.

Bingo, again.

- I don’t mean to be rude, here, Boyd, but I have to ask. Have you cleaned the bathroom at all since then?

- Boyd laughed. Mr. Rumlow, look at me, I’m a widower. Hell no, I ain’t cleaned no bathroom. Don’t even use ‘er neither. I use ‘er upstairs. Plus I been gone, visitin’ my brother and Mama down in Lou-c-ana, where this Boyd was born, now. In fact, took off the night I sold the van. Jus’ back ta-day.

- Anyone used the bathroom since he did?

- Not a soul.

Bingo, bingo, bingo. Buyer used bathroom, hasn’t been cleaned, no one else used it since.

- A couple of requests, Boyd. First, I’d like your permission to seal off the bathroom and dust the whole thing for fingerprints. Second, I’d like the name and addresses of your brother and mother down in Louisiana. Okay with you?

- Sure as hell is, sir. But am I in trouble here?

- Boyd, as long as your story checks out and my partner doesn’t find anything suspicious in your barn, you are not in trouble. In fact, we really appreciate your cooperation. Incidentally, do you own any property anywhere other than this house?

- No, sir. This here all I got.

- You ever go by any aliases?

- Boyd L. McGuire is what my mama calls me, and I don’t have no right ta’ go changin’ it, now do I? Mama, she mad enuff I came to live by my Daddy’s side of the family in this here Indiana all those years ago. Can’t be changin’ my name now, can I, Mr. Rumlow?

- I suppose not, Boyd. I suppose not.

I rose and walked to the bathroom and sized “er” up. With Boyd’s help, I roughly calculated the square footage for the forensics team, who would later in the afternoon dust for fingerprints. I sealed the entrance with the yellow tape we had in our field car.

In order to generate a thorough report, I inspected every micro-meter of Boyd’s house, gun drawn, and with Boyd agreeably outside, leaning against a tree that I could check from nearly each one of Boyd’s twelve, curtain-less windows. This guy wasn’t hiding a damn thing, except maybe the piles of laundry, which I assumed had been abandoned since his wife died. This chicken-farming bachelor is as innocent as Land O’ Lakes butter.

Barnes returned, sloshing through Boyd’s side yard in his gait of choice: cowboy. He advised me—outside of Boyd’s earshot—how he had walked the whole property, looked everywhere, high and low, and even pressed on walls in the red barn to make sure none were false. “Nothing,” he reported. Nothing to indicate a crime within. “Smells like endless whorehouse ass in his barn though—the cheap whore smell, the ones you find on the outskirts of Pittsburgh,” he complained, as if I would know whatever the hell he meant.

I didn’t give one shit about the smell of Boyd’s barn unless it was the odor of death, which I knew wasn’t there because Barnes’s nose was trained to ferret out corpses upon even minor whiffs of rotting flesh.

Boyd L. McGuire did, in fact, not own any other property. His brother and Mama in “Lou-c-ana” checked out as well. But Boyd checking out clean was the best break of all, for elimination of suspects is just as important as finding them. Plus, I got two great clues from our Boyd visit. First, forensics lifted three matching, non-Boyd thumbprints off the doorknob and black rubber toilet plunger—of all things—in Boyd’s bathroom. Second, down at R&K’s gas station, “at the end of the street,” I was shocked to find that the owner actually changed the tapes in his three security cameras every night and kept them all. Most owners overwrite their tapes. Not this fantastic man. “This way, here, I’ll show you where they are,” he said.

Not only did he have the tapes, they were stored chronologically and labeled, down to the second. I wanted to kiss the man. And what we saw on one tape in particular, well, now this is why people become detectives, for moments like that. Finally I had prove of something, something I’ve been suspecting for a long time, not that I knew it had to do with my cases, but I know Steve Rogers and when I saw him in the tape, I was ecstatic....Barnes though, not so much.

On the night of our productive day with Boyd and the miraculous gas station owner, we had a brief celebratory dinner.

- You know, someday this diet of yours is going to catch up with you, I said, as I often said.

- With what I got to see in basements and crawl spaces, Rumlow, spare me the pleas about my food. Now shut up and buy me a whiskey, boss,” he replied, as he often replied.

- So, after all of this, you’ve got some doubts about the kidnappers? Still defending your friends?

- I’m still in shock, boss. But I guess my love for them blinded me. We need to act very carefully, we had one prove but we need more, if Natasha’s behind this too it’s barely impossible to fool them.

- We worked for HYDRA Barnes, we can and will win this game.

BUCKY’S POV

That night after we finished dinner, we went to the motel and the shock wear out, I was staring at the ceiling thinking about Y/N and my baby, are they still alive? are they hurt? does she miss me? is she scared? I hadn’t have time to think about all the possibilities, it didn’t feel real, I was still thinking I’m going to see her at the tower.

Then the rage appeared, I couldn’t believe my friends, the Avengers, are doing this to innocent girls, we’re investigating the case of Tery and Y/N, but we worked on 8 more, 8 innocent girls found themselves in a ditch just because they trusted the wrong persons and I don’t blame them, I blame myself for turning my head to the obvious, weird behaviours, the sudden adoption, everything was there I just didn’t want to see.

And know I have to be extremely careful because they would definitely know if I’m hiding something or I stay away from them just because, maybe it’s time to bring The Winter Soldier back to play...

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Asami

Mako

Bolin

Lin Beifong

Kya

Dynasty

Fallon Carrington

Length/type

Headcannon: word length varies

Drabble: 100-500ish words

Short fic: 500-2000

(If you want me to write something longer, please know that they take me more time)

AU’s (optional)

High School

College

Roommates

Vampire

Fantasy

Modern

Futuristic

Certain time periods (ex. 1940’s)

Gen Z Prompts ✵

1. “This is going to sound controversial, but I think that went well.”

2. “You have no idea how to make toast?”

3. “I haven’t showered in four days.”

4. “Tell them how you screwed up.”

5. “Try not to gasp.”

6. “Well, this just scrambles my eggs.”

7. “Look I’m not the brightest tool in the… toolbox.”

8. “Please be quiet, I can’t even hear myself losing the will to live.”

9. “Chile, anyways.”

10. “Why does he have to be so fucking hot!!! And respectful!!!”

11. “That sounds neat, my guy.”

12. “So sad. Alexa play Despacito.”

13. “Well, there goes the fucking plan.” “Wait there was a plan?!”

14. “I want you to park that big mack truck right in this little garage!!!”

15. Teaching them how to do the WAP dance.

16. “Why can’t I throw it back?!”

17. “That wasn’t very g-money of you.”

18. “Yeet!”

19. Playing Among Us.

20. “It the ___ for me.”

21. “You are such a [zodiac sign].”

22. “Sorry, I only simp for Corpse.” “You’ve never even seen his face.” “I’ve seen his hands!”

23. “Will you be my emotional support himbo?”

24. “Might I request thy hand in-” “Marriage?” “No, I was wondering if you want to go to McDonald’s with me.” “Even better.”

25. “I’m here for you bro.” “Really bro?” “Really bro.”

26. *giggles* “Rawr.” *more giggles*

27. “Please pardon my french, but what the diggidy dang was that.”

28. “When will you learn! That your actions have consequences!”

29. “Calling all the Monsters by China Anne Maclaine is a bop and you can’t convince me otherwise.”

30. “Eat the rich!” “[name], I am rich.” “I make no exceptions!”

31. “You’re being very calm right now.” “Oh, that’s just because I haven’t processed what happened. Give me a minute.”

32. “I love you bitch. I ain’t never gonna stop loving you. Bitch.”

33 “I am in love with you and I’m telling you straight up. I want you to be my boyfriend/girlfriend. Do you accept or deny!?... BItch get out the way.”

Fluff ❁

1. “Boyfriend and girlfriend right now?” “No.” “Boyfriend and girlfriend eventually?... You didn’t say no.” “I’ll play the long game.”

2. “I crave physical touch. Please cuddle me.”

3. Kisses on the nose.

4. *sneeze* “That is the cutest sneeze I’ve ever heard.”

5. “How long have you been flirting with me?” “Only since we’ve met.”

6. Playing with their hair.

7. Dancing in the kitchen.

8. “Did you just boop my nose?” “Yes… boop”

9. Y/n going off into a rant and character just stares in admiration.

10. Waking up in the morning.

11. Cuddles after a stressful day.

12. Teaching character or Y/n how to ____.

13. Character or Y/n having a long day and is given a massage.

14. “Sorry I’m late, have you been waiting long?” “Darling for you, I’d wait for centuries.”

15. “Care to give me a back scratch.”

16. “I’ll always be here to annoy the hell out of you.”

17. “I think I love you.”

18. Passing notes in class/in a meeting.

19. “It’s always been you.”

20. “Shush and go back to sleep.”

21. “Your bedhead is really cute.”

22. “I will murder you.” “Of fun?”

23. “You are my new pillow.”

Angst ☁

1. “I said I’d die for you”

2. “I never loved you.”

3. “I trusted you!”

4. Y/n or character sacrificing themself for the cause.

5. “If one of us doesn’t make it-” “Don’t say that.”

6. “I am not weak.” “Yes, you are. And you know what else? You’re stupid too.”

7. “I’ll see you again. One day.”

8. “Is that all we’ll ever be? Friends?”

9. “It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”

10. “Where did all those bruises come from?”

11. “You could’ve died, you know?”

12. “You want to know the truth? I’m not okay.”

13. “I’m your friend of course I care!”

14. “Let me clean your wounds.”

15. “Can you please come and get me?”

16. “I can’t love you anymore.”

17. “Stop telling me you’re okay!”

18. “Because no matter how much I tried, I can’t stop loving you!”

19. Character or Y/n being reminded of the other, despite them being dead for years now.

Spicy (18+ characters) ♛

1. Hands

2. “You know you’re awfully red for someone who supposedly isn’t attracted to me”

3. Character or y/n training and taking off their shirt.

4. Soft sex

5. Bondage

6. Drunk sex

TBU

#zi’s prompt list #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #zuko x reader #harry potter x reader #carol danvers x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #steve rogers x reader #marvel x reader #avatar x reader #korra x reader #sir leon x reader #bbc merlin #legolas x reader #fallon carrington x reader #sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes x reader

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intothewickedwood · 4 years ago

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Once Upon A Time Rewatch: 5x19 Sisters

Omg yes!! Favourite episode of the season by far and one of my favourite episodes in general. I am not emotionally ready!! I wanted this for so long! For Zelena to meet Cora and for Zelena, Cora and Regina to be together and for Zelena and Regina to reconcile! I wasn’t even expecting reconciliation on Cora’s part but by God, I love it! It’s all I ever wanted and more! So excited to rewatch now. 

Listen Hades, I like Wicked Hell and all but please don’t give Zelena an ultimatum like that, where it’s her sister or him.

God, I love the Zelena and Regina dynamic! One of my favourites in this show.

I remember I read a fic where Zelena and Regina met when they were kids and became friends. Then this episode came a long and it gave me so much Deja Vu. The writer must have been psychic, coz it was so similar!

I always love Cora’s theme.

Cora has a wand?!

When Henry Sr. said Regina didn’t have any other family with magic, Cora looked like she knew immediately that he was wrong. So, either Zelena displayed magic as a baby in the short time Cora was with her or Cora’s been watching her. Considering Cora knew exactly where to look for her, it may suggest she has been watching her.

I don’t think Belle can here you, Rumple, dude. She’s kinda trapped busy being mentally cooked in a fiery room.

Why are the guards dressed like the Programmers in Spy Kids 3?

Captain of Hearts is back, baby!

Cora watching Zelena like a freaking creep!

Zelena is Jean Grey, confirmed!

What a freaking bastard! I hate Zelena’s dad so much! He’s an evil child abuser and by the looks of it, he’s physically abused her before and probably will again. How could Cora send her back to that monster?! Not that she’s much better herself. 

I still think either Zelena’s father killed Zelena’s adoptive mother in a fit of rage when Zelena was very young, or Cora did out of jealousy after watching them.

Well, at least Cora stopped him from beating Zelena, at least this time. The way her face dropped when she saw him shouting though.

At least Cora tells Zelena that her father’s wrong for making her feel badly for who she is. But is she just manipulating? It’s so hard to tell with her, and that’s one of the things I love about her!

David and James meeting for the first time! Omg, I just want them to get along!!!!

David said he was glad to finally see his twin! What could have been!!

Come on, James. She’s your niece! You could be a great uncle to her! 

It’s kinda weird when you think about it but, because he and David are identical twins, does that mean Emma and Neal have 50 percent of the same DNA as him? 

My girl Zelena could do complicated magic as a kid without any instruction! Powerful bby!

Apparently Zelena is supposed to be 12 here and Regina 10, so they’re 2 years apart!

Zelena was such a pure soul as a kid. She deserved so much better in life! 

Aww! They met as bubbies!

Robin was just about to up and leave the baby with Emma and James.

I really love James and Cruella and their dynamic. I wanna see more of them together! More of them in general!

Ahgffgvhnff!!!! Zelena and Cora meeting!! All I ever wanted!!

Awww! To think, Zelena was probably Regina’s only childhood friend. And Cora took that memory away from them D,:

After all these years, Zelena can finally talk about the thing that hurt her most deeply with her mother!

That’s the thing though. Cora didn’t just give her away. She abandoned her in the woods to die! 

Omg they’re hugging! Aggtfhutdd! I’m gonna cry! Staaap!!

I do think Cora is genuine with what she’s saying. You can see the guilt on her face as Regina sneaks around. 

The intensity!! Freaking love it!

Young Zelena’s: “I promise, I’ll be good!” omg flashbacks to the Stable Boy! This is heartbreaking! Regina and Zelena are trying so desperately to hold onto each other and screaming for each other! I can’t!!

Young Regina: “Don’t worry, Zelena. No matter what she does, we’re sisters, and nothing can change that! I will find you! I promise!” Ugh! My heart! Staaap!

Cora: “My Zelena.” Agggggh!!! My eyes!! The tears!! Help!

Omg they’re holding hands! Staaaaap!!

James! That’s your own niece! God, I forgot he attacked her like that!

David is right. Listen to him James! You’re brothers!  

Cruella: “Jimmy! Jimmy!” omg, I love them! She just wanted them to just leave and head to safety.

James!! Oh, my freaking God, no!! I hate this. I just wanted them to reconcile. Honestly out of everyone who got thrown into the river of souls, this one hurt me the most. I just love what could have been with these twins! I need to read fics of them reconciling or growing up together. I am in pain! David is in pain. That’s still his bro, y’all.

I wanted so much more of James. I freaking love him & just wanted he and David to be the best bros!!

Cora’s like, “Well, sh*t, I’m going to hell.”

Cora: “Just promise me you’ll hold onto each other.” And they do! By s7 they’re freaking besties for life! And it’s the most beautiful relationship development. 

Cora (tearing up): “We never even got to say hello.” My heart!!!!

No! 

Yes, she probably deserves to go to hell, but I love her okay! (Only joking, no one deserves to go to hell. That concept is so messed up & mentally torments both children and adults alike!! But the origins are interesting.) 

Oh, it’s okay! She’s okay, guys! 

Look at her daughters holding hands and watching!

Poor Henry, lol. Stuck with Cora forever.

Zelena: “I’ve waited my whole life to have a mother and now she’s gone.” Regina: “Oh, it’s okay. It’s okay.” They remember their time as kids together! So sweet!

Zelena and Regina are hugging!!!! My life is complete!!!!

Gold: “Zelena, meet my father, this 14-year-old boy.”

Peter Pan, you little sh*t.

Well, this episode absolutely killed me!! I loved it so freaking much!!

#once upon a time #ouat #zelena #regina mills #cora mills #the evil queen #zelena mills #the wicked witch #the wicked witch of the west #the queen of hearts #child abuse mention tw #ouat rewatch #ouat rewatch 2019

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ao3feed-lokiangst · 3 years ago

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Honeysuckles Growing on the Window Sill

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2YIxdsa

by Metalbvcky

Loki couldn't possibly be falling for a married couple, they just couldn't. They agreed to a casual, kink-focused threesome, and nothing more. But Steve hadn’t shown any interest in kissing them until now, five months after happily indulging his husband who brought up the idea of a threesome. They all consented to it, but the energy of the room felt different than before, like if a plant had sprouted from a seed, growing until the leaves were dangling off of the window sill.

Regret was brewing in their chest the moment they confessed to Steve. Would their feelings be returned? Or rejected? It would hurt to see the couple at their club again if they weren't wanted anymore, but would Bucky still feel comfortable around them to even consider returning?

They really shouldn’t have stopped by the couple's house to the begin with. It wouldn’t come as a surprise to them if Steve asked them to leave, or—

“Loki.”

They freeze, their shoulders tensing as they wait for what Steve is about to say, unable to look him in the eyes.

“We’re both interested in you too.”

Words: 5408, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Series: Part 10 of I Never Bloomed 'till I Met You (Bloom!Verse)

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Pepper Potts, Wade Wilson, Vanessa Carlysle

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Loki/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Loki, Loki/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Married Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Polyamory, Established Relationship, Feelings Realization, Friends to Lovers, Relationship Discussions, Kink Negotiation, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Smut, Light Angst, Domestic, Intimacy, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling & Snuggling, Cooking, Threesome - M/M/M, Pet Names, Dom Steve Rogers, Sub Bucky Barnes, Switch Loki (Marvel), Bottom Bucky Barnes, Bottom Loki (Marvel), Top Loki (Marvel), Nonbinary Loki (Marvel), Thor is a Good Bro (Marvel), Sex Shop, Gags, Collars, Rope Bondage, Spreader Bars, Paddling, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Vibrators, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Begging, Dirty Talk, Misunderstandings, POV Alternating

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2YIxdsa

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #angst

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heyvivalapluto · 4 years ago

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james s. potter headcanons

gryffindor. gryffindor pride. gryffindor king. gryffindor apologist. gryffindor!!!

he honors his name. james AND sirius? come on, u were asking for trouble and make it double

he/him/they/them

“you look exactly like your father, but your eyes... you have your mother’s eyes.”

yup, it just hits hard, i know

punk punk punk

he’s actually a small/short man, which is adorable. although it kinda ruins his punk scary vibe. he’s just too cute to handle

short king

red is HIS color. i don’t make the rules. red was invented to be james sirius color

they have a red jacket and that jacket is their signature

he’s absolutely gorgeous.

if he’s short, he’s also bad tempered. it’s the law.

“punks respect pronouns”

“against all authorities, except mi mamá”

he likes to discuss all types of subjects with rose. he feels like she’s the only one who understands

“is crying in class punk rock?”

wears silver earrings.

FIGHT THE SYSTEM. FIGHT THE CISTEM

(fake) leather jacket, (fake) leather fingerless gloves, motorcycle and boots. bad boy vibes alright (but deep down he’s a good boi)

“respecting the environment and the planet is punk rock.”

they are one of the kindest people to ever walk on earth. seriously, they just have the best heart

“there’s bravery in being soft”

teddy lupin is his big brother. period

he will fight. anything, anyone. he’s a fighter. rose and james are the best duo.

popular? yes. but he’s popular not because of his family, but because he’s really soft, and talks to everyone and has the greatest smile. u can’t help but love this guy.

he also has the best hugs in his whole family (and THAT is saying something)

brown eyes supremacy.

he wears glasses (he doesn’t need to!) so his father is not alone on this aesthetic. and he can rock the style as well

“all cops are bastards” / “i’m a magical cop, son” / “i said what i said.” (a conversation between harry and james at some point)

antifa

they are hilarious. you can’t be around them for too long and not laugh.

doesn’t care about school, to be honest. he’s an average kid when it comes to grades.

he studies hard enough to pass, but that’s all. james never wants to disappoint his parents.

even if he believes schools are all a governmental scheme

steven hyde is his comfort character

dog person

“i feel like you’re tying to tell me what to do, so i’m gonna do the opposite.”

their patronous is a panther

he’s really into sports, because of ginny. he used to train with her (when she went to the gym) while she was still on the holy harpies. he was little at the time, but he really wanted to train with his mom, because she’s so cool

he refused to be part of the quidditch team, because the captain at the time was an ass and he would never obey to that idiot.

years later, when rose became captain, he entered the team

momma’s boy alright

remember i said he was a fighter? he actually knows how to fight and damn is he strong. but well, he mostly fights bullies

(and as he gets older, he starts to punch racists and cops, which are basically the same)

he really tries to stay out of trouble, but trouble come and finds them.

“be kind. it’s gangster.”

hates coffee, hates tea. water is the real deal, my dudes

fuck gender roles

he loves fun socks. he just does, and that just sums up his whole personality.

so he might be wearing all that (fake) leather and all that black (with his red jacket because what the hey), but you will spot a sponge bob square pants on his ankle and you will be too afraid to ask.

whenever i think of him, he’s kickin ass. literally. i just see him kicking someone in the chest and that’s it.

𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘴.

whenever harry and ginny receive a call from the ministery of magic or from the muggle police, they are not even surprised

(nor disappointed, to be honest. if he hates the government, that came from his parents who LITERALLY fought against the system in their younger years)

don’t ask about his love life (but you kinda don’t have to, because he’s not exactly what we call discreet about his crushes).

[bisexual panic]

hates horror movies

albus is always there to hold them and stop them from doing something stupid. he’s forever grateful

he’s always there when albus needs him too

their laugh is so loud and deep.

and whenever you hear it, you can’t help but laugh too. it’s contagious.

he reads a lot. and no, you shouldn’t be surprised, okay? because if he’s fighting against the system it’s because he’s educated.

he’s an intellectual, ok? ...who can also kick ass and take names.

first thought, best thought.

sidecut

it doesn’t matter your sexuality. at some point, you had a crush on this boy. either because of his looks, or because he’s really nice and funny, or because of his morals and principles.

terrible dancer

superprotective about lily. he loves her so much and they truly understand and support each other.

so goofy

his favorite uncle is george and his favorite aunt is hermione

queen is his favorite band

tacos are his comfort food

freckled boy

star wars fan because of albus.

those movies were the only things those boys agreed 100% about.

they speak spanish. fluently.

he can do magic without wands. “wands are just a formality”

he was the one who taught rose how to do any magic without wands

they never duel. they hate fighting with magic. they are a fan of the good hand-to-hand.

besides, they always end up breaking their wand, because he uses it as drumsticks

he knows how to play many instruments, such as: drums, tambourine, violin, bass, saxophone and electric guitar

he always hums some barbie song whenever he’s distracted.

cursing in spanish is their jam. “it’s just so badass, u know?”

he used braces for a while too. he saw that rose was going to use it (“fix what? she has the best smile?”), so he decided that he would too, because loyalty, man

do i even have to say that rose is his favorite cousin? he just connects with her so easily.

teddy is his best bro, so of course james was teddy’s best man and teddy was his.

holy harpies number one fan.

impatient. big time

“there’s nothing wrong in being weird. and there’s nothing wrong with being average.”

their loves is as intense as fire, but his heart is golden

you can’t make fire feel afraid

his favorite sitcom/show is how i met your mother. he believes in robin scherbatsky supremacy

he asked his best friend, iago zabinni, to the yule ball, because he knew how badly iago wanted to go and how heartbroken iago was because the boy he liked didn’t invite him. they had a great time.

james is an aries

when he plays quidditch, he’s a beater

“be gay, do crimes.”

honestly, think about sokka and zuko in one person

#james sirius potter #james sirius potter headcanons #headcanons #heyvivalapluto headcanons #hp headcanon #hp #harry potter #ginny weasley #hinny

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wondersofdreaming · 5 years ago

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Lost Boys - THREE

Characters: August Walker / Captain Syverson / Walter Marshall

Word count: 2.389

Warnings: Family reunion. Memory overload. Realization. Hurt. Self-loading.

Author’s note: Everything in this story is a figment of my imagination, with inspiration and snippets from the movies ‘Mission: Impossible - Fallout’, ‘Sand Castle’, ‘Nomis/Night Hunter’. This is pure fanfiction. If something doesn’t make sense, it’s not supposed to.

I do now own any of the characters from the movies that I write about in this story. Only the OFC’s are mine.

Tag: @katerka88 @littlefreya @hell1129-blog @radaofrivia @gothwhopper @fcgrizi @vania-marie @mary-ann84 @sciapod @mitzwinchester @omgkatinka @mis-lil-red (your tag isn’t working 😢)

MASTERLIST

Feedback is appreciated. Seriously, please tell me all the good and bad stuff, else I won’t be able to develop into a better writer if I don’t know what I’m doing right and wrong. I swear I don’t bite.

[ONE] [TWO] [FOUR] [FIVE] [SIX] [SEVEN] [EIGHT] [NINE] [TEN]

Lucas was sent home to Georgia to heal. Joshua, the Syverson’s biological son, flew across the Atlantic Ocean to meet and bring him home. Silvia Syverson was a stern woman, and when she wanted her younger son to pick up her adoptive older son that is what she would get. His brother had been curious about what had happened, as a medical practitioner he was also compassionate and wanted to help in any way he could.

A 12-hour plane ride later Lucas was back in his childhood home, lying in his old bedroom filled with rock music posters. On his dresser sat an old boombox and next to it, a towering stack of CDs.

Silvia had demanded he got some rest. There he was. Staring at the ceiling like a good little boy. Fuck. He was a captain in the US Army. He had seen death and destruction enough to last two lifetimes, and he was still a little momma’s boy.

After dinner that evening, Lucas asked his mother for the things he had with him when he was sent to be fostered by them.

“Are you sure you want to rip up in the past?” Silvia asked him, her brows pushed together in concern.

“Ma, I need to know.”

She sighed and motioned for him to follow her. Joshua was right behind the two. All three entered the basement and towards the wall filled with stacks of boxes.

“One of them should be labelled Trevor Thompson.”

Lucas started lifting his uninjured arm to one of the top boxes, but a steely look from his mother made him back away and sit on the stairs.

“Joshua, come help your old mother,” Silvia commanded her younger son, who was snickering behind his older brother.

“There’s nothing old about you, ma,” the younger man said and kissed his mother’s cheek. He started taking box after box down. Of course, the box that belonged to Trevor Thompson was at the bottom of the pile.

It contained Trevor’s birth certificate, fostering papers, adoption papers, name changing papers, and a black photo album. Lucas opened it with one hand and a pair of blue eyes were staring right back at him. The same colour as his own haunted eyes. Beneath the photo was written ‘Jennifer Thompson’. The next page shocked him even more. ‘William Thompson’, Lucas was the spitting image of him, besides the eye colour. In his dream, his father was always too far away to get a close enough look besides some minuscule features.

“Wow, Luc, you look just like your dad,” Joshua exclaimed, “You even have the same freckle on your lower lip.”

“Josh, that is creepy as hell that you notice stuff like that,” Lucas looked at his brother with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m a doctor, I would be a terrible one, if I didn’t notice the little things. Now turn the page and let’s see those brothers of yours.”

Lucas sighed, preparing himself mentally to take a look at his biological brothers. Brothers he couldn’t remember until a week ago. They had shared a womb, so why the hell couldn’t he remember them?

Silvia noticed the change in her son. She put a hand on his good shoulder and squeezed. He looked into her green eyes that were giving him the confidence to face the past.

“Lucas, you were five years old. Don’t beat yourself up for not remembering.”

“I just have this feeling that we were so very close as children. I feel bad for forgetting them. They are my brothers. I’d do anything for my brothers, those in the army and even Josh.”

“Gee thanks, bro.”

Lucas chuckled and turned the page. Three identical young boys were smiling back at him. One of them had a front tooth missing. Probably himself. He couldn’t even see the difference between who was who in that picture. Only the names under each boy answered his question.

Trevor, Oliver and James.

“Aw, Luc, look at how innocent you looked once. Now you’re a grumpy old man with a beard,” Joshua was teasing him. Lucas ignored his little brother and looked at the next page, which was of the entire family sitting on a porch swing all together, laughing and smiling. The boys were smaller, maybe three years old at the time.

A sense of sadness washed over him. The flush of some childhood memories overwhelmed him. Lucas closed the book. He handed it back to his mother and walked away from the basement. Both mother and brother calling his name, he didn’t listen, just kept walking. He needed to be alone, to collect his thoughts. His mind was flooding with a million memories, his heart was racing, his legs just kept walking, until he was standing at the end of the driveway. He went into a sprint and ran as fast as he could to the beach, or as fast as his broken arm would allow him.

The beach was almost void of people. Only a few were out swimming or walking along the edge of the water. Lucas sat down and just let his mind wander. Letting all the memories in. His brain was throbbing, the feeling was like it wanted to escape from the cramped space of his skull.

Memories of smiles, laughter, love. He remembered the devastating feeling when two policemen came to the front door and told their neighbour, who had been watching over them, that their parents had died. A social worker, Marcy Kane, had taken care of the boys until they were divided into new families. He remembered a lot of yelling and screaming.

“They are only young boys. You shouldn’t separate them. They need each other!” Marcy roared at her boss.

“Nobody wants to take in three boys at the same time, so either you calm down, or you are off the case.”

The next he remembered was Marcy crouching in front of the three boys. They hadn’t said a word since the news of their parents’ death. They had vowed not to talk or be happy again without their parents.

“James, Oliver, Trevor. I’m sorry.” She started and hugged each boy in her warm embrace. It nearly made Trevor cry. As the eldest of three, he needed to stay strong for his brothers.

The families came and picked up each of the boys, separating them, forcing them apart from each other. Marcy put the medallion of Saint Elizabeth Ann Seton over each boy before they departed. None of the boys cried. They had made another pact, to find each other when they were old enough. A vow all three of them forgot as they grew up.

Now it was time to make that vow come true.

Lucas stood and brushed the sand from his well-shaped ass. With a clear mind, he walked home to get some sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

Joshua drove him to city hall. They released his papers but there was nothing hinting where his brothers had ended up.

Back home he called an old army buddy, Aiden, who had started a private detective company when he was released from the military. It took Aiden a few hours before he called back.

“Aiden, any news?” Lucas asked the minute he answered the phone.

“Yeah. I have some good and a whole mountain of bad, which one do you want first?” His friend told him.

“Give me the good ones. You found my brother? James?”

“I did. He was sent to live with a family in Minnesota. He’s still there. He changed his name to Walter Matthew Marshall, and guess what, he’s a police detective. He used to be S.W.A.T. and, dude, he has a daughter.”

“I have a niece?”

“Yes, congratulations Uncle Lucas. Are you ready for the bad news?”

“Hit me.”

“The brother, Oliver, you met in Iraq, he was moved to Virginia and changed his name to August Christopher Walker.”

“August? What the fuck kind of name is that? August is a month, not a name.”

“That’s not the worst part. Lucas, he was in the CIA.”

“He was definitely well trained. What else?”

“He rebelled.”

“What do you mean ‘rebelled’? What did he do?”

“Luc… your brother is wanted for planning to set off nuclear bombs around the world.”

Lucas nearly dropped his phone. His parents and brother were giving him worried looks. He went to sit down on the sofa before telling Aiden to continue.

“They thought he had died somewhere north of India, but they haven’t found his body. And there’s a warrant for his head from all the intelligence agencies around the globe.”

“How much?”

Nothing. Aiden kept his mouth shut.

“Aiden, tell me. How much?”

A heavy sigh could be heard through the speaker.

“A hundred.”

“A hundred what? Just a hundred? A hundred thousand? Spit it out, man.”

“A hundred million dollars. All the agencies want him gone, Lucas.”

“What does the warrant say? Dead or alive?”

“Both.”

Lucas groaned in frustration. What the hell had his brother done? Why had he done it? What happened to him?

“Thanks, Aiden. I really appreciate your help.”

“No problem. Call me if you need any help. Any kind of help.”

“Will do.”

Lucas pushed the end button and threw the phone on the coffee table. His mother came to sit next to him. She touched his left bicep, trying to comfort him without saying anything.

“What now?” Joshua asked and sat on his other side.

“I don’t know.”

“Son, look at me,” his adoptive father, John Syverson, was a rather large man himself. Don’t be fooled by his grey hair and grey beard, he might look like a nice old man, but he could kill people with a spoon. Lucas heard the authoritative tone in his general father’s voice and looked into the compassionate green eyes. “What are my rules?”

“Always be kind.” Joshua and Lucas said at the same time.

“Treat your woman like a queen,” Silvia chimed in.

“Don’t judge people based on the first look,” Joshua continued.

“Don’t do things to make other people happy, do them to make yourself happy,” Silvia smiled.

“And never leave a brother behind,” Lucas’ voice was firm. His mind was made up.

“I’ll book you a ticket to Minnesota.”

“Who’s going to Minnesota?” A soft female voice said from the hall. Four pair of eyes looked at the curvaceous woman entering the living room. The Syverson’s only daughter, who had been born a year after they had adopted Lucas. Her long curly brown hair was put up in a bun, her glasses sitting at the edge of her pretty little nose. She had her father’s deep green eyes.

“Melanie, darling, we didn’t know you were coming home,” Silvia exclaimed and went to hug her daughter.

“I heard through the grapevine that the captain was home, so I had to come home and say hello,” Melanie smirked at Lucas and squeezed his left side, avoiding his casted arm.

“Good to see you, shorty. How’s the University treating you?” Lucas asked and kissed his sister’s forehead. She went to get kisses and hugs from her other brother and father, before plumbing down with a huge sigh on the armchair.

“I love my job. I love that I can do research all day long, I never get tired of that, but lately…” She started.

“Lately, what?” Joshua gave his sister a quizzical look.

“Lately it’s been a bit boring. It’s too much of the same. I know it is what I signed up for when I accepted the job, but I was also promised more fieldwork, where I would be able to travel and study the texts, ceramics, and people up close, not from a computer where someone is streaming. So, I’m taking a sabbatical, one year where I figure out, if I still want to do desk research or if I need to find a job that is better suited for what I want and need.”

Silvia and John gave each other a look that only a married couple could give. They were communicating non-verbally. Lucas looked at his parents.

“No,” he said sternly. “Not in a million years.”

“You need someone to help you,” Silvia told her son in the same hard voice.

“I can take care of myself.”

“You’ll need help with the cast.”

“Josh can help me.”

“Sorry, bro. I have to be back at work on Monday.”

Lucas sighed and turned to the young woman, who had put her hair down. Her long curl cascading down her shoulder.

“Melanie, will you come with me to Minnesota?” He said through gritted teeth.

“Anything for you, Luc. What’s going on in Minnesota?”

“We’re going to find my brothers.”

Lucas had filled his sister in on his history. She had taken one look at all his documents and said she would figure out why in the world they had to be separated into three different states. They dropped their belongings off at a nearby hotel, walking to the precinct where Walter Marshall worked.

The secretary at the front desk didn’t even look up when they entered and just told them where to go.

“Hey Marshall, when did you break your arm? And I thought you said something ‘bout never wanting to cut your hair.” A young man, fresh from the police academy by the looks of it, was yelling from the other side of the room. He walked over and gave Melanie an appreciative look over. Lucas clenched his left hand into a fist; it wasn’t his dominant hand, but he could still break the little fucker’s nose.

“Hi, we’re looking for Walter Marshall, could you direct us to his office?” Melanie asked as she blinked a few times. Lucas smiled; he knew the look in her eyes. The charm-glare as he called it. That look that had gotten her out of trouble countless times.

“Well, miss, he’s right here,” he motioned at Lucas.

“Cade, get back to work or I’ll wring your neck,” a deep grumpy voice said behind them. Lucas turned around to look into another mirror version of himself. Walter Marshall was standing with his leg spread, his arms crossed over his broad chest, wearing a black jumper. His eyes widened as he looked at Lucas. “My office, now.”

#Henry Cavill #This man #Lost Boys #Series #My story #Fanfiction #Chapter three #Triplets #August Walker #Captain Syverson #Walter Marshall #I need a drink #henry cavill fanfic

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causeiwanttoandican · 4 years ago

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How Harry’s very LA relaunch has only just begun

From Prince to campaigner and Silicon valley ‘tech bro’ what wider impact could the Duke of Sussex's new jobs have?

By Camilla Tominey, Associate Editor28 March 2021 • 6:00am

Jobs appear to be like buses for Prince Harry. Wait a lifetime for an opening and two come along at the same time.

The former Royal’s first foray into the corporate world has seen him take up the role of chief impact officer at Silicon Valley coaching firm BetterUp, while also sitting alongside Rupert Murdoch’s daughter-in-law on a commission aiming to fight “misinformation”.

Neither role appears to have required the 36-year-old former Army captain to submit a CV or go through the usual vetting processes as he adds mental health coach and anti-fake news campaigner to his résumé.

Yet in keeping with a new breed of “celebrity responsibility”, which has increasingly seen the rich and famous flex their corporate muscles for the greater good, the highly prominent positions look set to propel the cash-strapped Prince to ever more lucrative heights, as LA’s most sought-after recruit.

Just as when Jennifer Aniston became the ‘chief creative officer’ of a natural supplement range or when David Beckham backed a cannabinoid skincare company, these mutually beneficial ‘ethical’ tie-ups can be worth their weight in publicity gold. And not just for the company that gets their endorsement.

As showbiz agent Jonathan Shalit puts it: “Like corporate responsibility – this is celebrity responsibility. There’s been a shift in people’s mindsets. Two, three years ago the mindset was: ‘What’s in it for me, how can I get paid a shedload of dosh, how can I maximise my income?’ Now people desire to give back and give back support to the community.”

While pointing out that Harry is “above celebrity,” he adds: “Many celebrities are very responsible in trying to use the strength of their platform to help others.”

The announcement of both roles last week certainly played into the idea that this was more than just a money spinner for the Montecito-based ex pat – although there is no doubt all sides are set to benefit financially.

While BetterUp may be carrying out noble work in its offer of “personalised coaching, content and care designed to transform lives and careers” – it all comes at a price.

Having spoken about his struggles with grief following the death of his mother, Diana, Princess of Wales, Harry said of his appointment to the “unicorn” tech firm: “(I) want us to move away from the idea that you have to feel broken before reaching out for help,” insisting he intends to use the job to “create impact in people’s lives”.

The Duke added: “Being attuned with your mind, and having a support structure around you, are critical to finding your own version of peak performance. What I’ve learned in my own life is the power of transforming pain into purpose.”

He said his goal was to “lift up critical dialogues around mental health, build supportive and compassionate communities, and foster an environment for honest and vulnerable conversations” and he hoped to “help people develop their inner strength, resilience and confidence”.

It might strike the cynical as Californian word salad akin to Aniston’s declaration, upon joining Vital Proteins, that: “Collagen is the glue that holds everything together. I’ve always been an advocate for nourishing your wellness from within.”

Yet as Alexi Robichaux, who co-founded BetterUp in 2013, points out, Harry does bring a unique perspective. “He comes from a very different background,” to other executives, he says, adding: “He’s synonymous with this approach of mental fitness and really investing in yourself. It was not a hard internal sale. He will obviously have the whole organisation sprinting to help him.”

Robichaux confirmed Harry was joining the company’s leadership team as an “officer of the corporation”, which suggests it is a paid role, although public relations expert Mark Borkowski thinks it “highly likely” he has been offered equity in the firm, which values itself at $1.73 billion.

“This previously unknown start-up has now got instant recognition,” he says. “I always said that if Harry and Meghan wanted to generate income, they should look to Silicon Valley. Getting eyeballs onto the company like this, with all the competition, is the hardest job in PR – but now the whole world is talking about it. That’s the effect signing up someone like Harry can have.

“If he’s got points in this firm and it goes gangbusters, he could make some serious money.” Borkowski cites the example of shares in Cellular Goods, the synthetic cannabis firm backed by Beckham, shooting up by 310 per cent after it launched on the London Stock Exchange in February following news of the star footballer’s investment.

“This is all about the ongoing narrative, now,” adds Borkowski, referencing the Oprah Winfrey interview in which the Sussexes raised serious concerns about the Royal family’s handling of racism and mental health issues.

“The impact of generating more connections to his brand is an ongoing struggle for him. But by taking that narrative, which is embedded with that interview along with mental health issues, then he can certainly have a credible corporate platform.”

Yet considering some of the discrepancies that have surfaced since the interview aired in the US on March 7, can Harry really be considered a reliable voice when it comes to combating what he has described as the “avalanche of misinformation”?

Critics have been at pains to point out that his appointment to the Aspen Institute’s new Commission on Information Disorder, a six-month project that will examine the “modern-day crisis of faith in key institutions” appears somewhat at odds with the Sussexes’ repeated insistence that they do not look at newspapers, magazines or social media.

Equally awkward is the fact that the Prince will be sitting alongside Kathryn Murdoch, who is married to James Murdoch, the former chairman of News of the World publisher News International, who resigned from his father Rupert Murdoch’s media empire last year.

As with Harry’s decision to appear on CBS, despite the US network once sparking outrage in 2004 for showing a “distasteful” photo of his mother after her fatal Parisian car crash, the move suggests the exiled Murdochs are now considered reformed characters thanks to their new found work on democracy reform and climate change.

As Harry himself put it, information disorder is an issue that demands “a multi-stakeholder response from advocacy voices” including, apparently, the wife of a man who was found by a Parliamentary report in 2012 to have shown “wilful ignorance of the extent of phone hacking” and being “guilty of an astonishing lack of curiosity” over the illegal practice that Harry, William and Kate were all subjected to along with Prince Charles, the Duchess of Cornwall and a string of palace aides.

It is not thought Harry is being paid for his work with the think tank, founded in 1949, which will look at everything from last year’s US election to vaccine safety and marginalised communities.

It is his listing on the Aspen Institute’s website, however, which perhaps provides the biggest clue to the sixth-in-line to the throne’s direction of travel as he settles into life in the US.

Referenced by his full title, Prince Harry, Duke of Sussex, the soon to be father-of-two is described as a “humanitarian, military veteran, mental wellness advocate and environmentalist.”

Despite his blood-born Royal status, Shalit believes this repositioning is actually intended to put him on a par with his high-achieving wife. For unlike her husband, who left school with two A-levels before training at Sandhurst Military Academy, it is Meghan – a Northwestern University graduate with a successful acting career under her belt – who is arguably the more employable of the two, on paper at least. As an American, the pregnant mother-of-one also doesn’t carry the burden of Harry’s complicated visa and tax arrangements, amid confusion over whether he is living and working in the US as a “diplomat” or as a person with so-called “special talents”.

“I’ve met Meghan on a number of occasions and she is a hugely astute woman, very bright, incredibly impressive,” says Shalit

“So for Harry to keep up with his wife, he’s got to find his own name and identity and this is the start. He doesn’t need celebrity. When you’re Royal, you’re the biggest celebrity in the world. But what this does is allow Harry to have relevance.”

When it comes to making an impact, Royal relevance is clearly going to be the jewel in the crown of Harry’s very LA relaunch.

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kricketwritesstories · 5 years ago

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Title: Pack Your Bags Cause We’re Getting Married

Fandom: Avengers

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Characters: Bucky, Reader, Steve, Natasha, Sam, and Tony

Summary: Bucky finally gets up the courage to confess his love for the Reader...but she's already engaged?

Bucky felt positively giddy as he left his apartment this morning. After a long bro to bro talk with Steve that lasted until the wee hours of the morning, it was decided.

Today was the day he asked Y/N to be his girlfriend.

From the moment they met, Bucky knew she was the one. It was like he was compelled to tell her everything; he couldn't help but open up to her. Her smile lit up his world and her laugh made his heart soar. For the past six months he'd been trying to get the courage to ask her to be his. Every single time he'd try his mouth would go dry, his hands would sweat, and he ended up asking her, "How about that local sports team?"

He'd done this so many times that Y/N had taken to answering him, "I hear they eat their young."

Rubbing the back of his neck and blushing furiously at his cowardice, she would laugh and so would he because dammit that laughter was infectious!

He took a deep breath as he approached her door. It took him by surprise to find the door open. Stealthily he positioned himself in the doorway. Y/N was sprawled out on her bed curled on her side facing the door. She took no notice of Bucky's presence because her eyes were focused on her phone. Her face was tinged pink and she was grinning like an idiot. Bucky sighed and leaned in the doorway watching her. It was a dreamlike moment until he heard a Scottish voice on the other end of the phone proclaim, "Pack your bags, cause we're getting married!"

Y/N squealed and rolled on to her back, her eyes never leaving her phone. Bucky felt his heart shatter into a billion pieces.

"If he doesn't think you're the right size because your thighs touch or your curves aren't in the 'right places' fuck that! You're a champion! You're amazing the way you are, and remember size doesn't matter if 90% of your dick is your personality," he continued.

Bucky couldn't stand to hear anymore. He stumbled down the hallway towards the elevator. When he reached the common living room he threw himself on the couch and turned on the TV, Sam, Steve, and Nat stopped talking.

"Buck," Steve said carefully, "how -"

"CAN'T A GUY WATCH," he paused and took a good look at the TV, "JAKE AND THE NEVERLAND PIRATES IN PEACE?!"

"Shit," he thought to himself, "of course it's still on the channel we had on last night while we babysat Clint's kids."

He stared at the TV as he thought back to the night before. For some reason, outside of Nat, Clint's kids loved having Y/N and Bucky babysit them. He let Lila braid his hair while Y/N played pirates Cooper. The ended the night all piled on the couch watching Disney Junior. His heart ached remembering the sight of baby Nathaniel cradled in Y/N's arms. He dared himself to imagine briefly that this was their family, and now all those hopes were obliterated.

Sam leaned over and whispered to his fellow Avengers, "Is Snow Miser seriously watching Disney Junior?"

"Maybe he really doesn't like Captain Hook, that sneaky snook," Natasha joked.

"Something must've went wrong when he tried to," Steve started to muse before he realized he was talking out loud.

His face went beat red and he prayed the other two didn't hear him. Well, his prayers weren't heard but his words sure were.

"Oh my God, did he try and ask Y/N out again," Nat said hopefully.

"Please, I'm pretty sure his balls froze off from all the years in cryo - he's been trying for months and he just can't do it," Sam mocked.

"Come on guys, cut him some slack," Steve pleaded.

"Steve. He's a grown ass man watching Jake and the Neverland Pirates intensely - like he's going to miss a plot point," Sam pointed out.

"Good afternoon everyone," Y/N greeted cheerfully.

"Good woah," Sam stuttered.

Typically Y/N wore oversized fandom t-shirts with zip-up hoodies, ripped up jeans, and a pair of beat up converse. Everyone knew she had confidence issues when it came to her body. It didn't matter that everyone called her 'cute' and 'adorable,' she wanted to be sexy and she didn't think she could be with the body she had.

Today, her confidence was through the roof. She wore a maroon off the shoulder lace top that hugged her curves, a black skater skirt, and open toed heals. Her make up, while usually natural, was done a touch more dramatic. Her E/C eyes were practically glittering with happiness.

Bucky refused to look from the TV, even despite Sam's reaction. He could feel bitterness tighten in his chest.

"Well, well, well," Nat said impressed, "what's the occasion Y/N?"

"Didn't she tell you," Bucky said bitterly unable to control the words that spewed from his mouth, "she's engaged."

Steve spit out the coffee he was drinking, drenching Sam in the process.

"Nice," Sam said curtly as he stood up to go clean himself off.

"I didn't think you were even seeing anyone," Natasha said as she looked cautiously between Bucky and Y/N.

Before Y/N could answer Bucky, still staring at the TV, started ranting, "Oh well it's because it's some Scottish guy she's seeing on her phone with that head seeing thing."

He was silent for just a few moments, but Y/N just couldn't get her words out she was so taken aback.

"Also I'll have you know," he shouted causing everyone to freeze, "that I've always thought your curves are sexy and beautiful. I've never thought they weren't in the right places. Your body, your face, your personality - it's all perfect to me."

Y/N couldn't will herself to breathe let alone move a muscle. Even Sam was stock still with paper towels bunched in his hands, he still hadn't made a move to clean the coffee off of himself.

"And another thing," Bucky shouted louder, his voice cracking, "I'll have you know that my dick is huge - and none of it has to do with my personality - and that it was that size even BEFORE the super soldier serum!"

"What fresh hell," Tony said confused as he walked into the awkward scene, "why is Terminator talking about his gun size?"

"James," Y/N said with a cautious yet amused tone, "were you at my door this morning?"

"I may have been walking by," Bucky admitted grumpily.

"So you heard Daniel -," Y/N started.

"What kind of fucking punk ass name is Daniel," he snapped, voice dripping with jealousy.

"Who the hell is Daniel," Tony said confused.

"Y/N's Scottish fiancé," Bucky spat bitterly.

"Daniel Euan Henderson," Y/N said in a strained voice.

"Y/N Henderson, huh," he said curtly, "well I hope you two are very happy together. I'm sure we'll miss you on the team."

"Y/N's leaving the team," Tony questioned in horror.

"- is a YouTuber," Y/N attempted once again to continue.

"Wow...what an exciting job," Bucky taunted, "someone who films themselves talking about shit is so much better than one of earth's mightiest heroes."

"Y/N is marrying a YouTuber," Tony asked as his confusion kept climbing.

"- who films himself talking to girls," Y/N tried yet again.

"Hmm he sounds real faithful there, good pick," Bucky said stubbornly while his eyes were still glued to Jake.

"- to help encourage them about their body image," Y/N explained as she finally was able to move herself forward.

"Well clearly it's working for you, sweet cheeks," Tony noted winking as he took in Y/N's appearance.

"I've been watching him for months now," Y/N continued ignoring Tony's comment.

"Oh wow," Bucky said hurt, "you've been seeing him for months?"

"Watching," Y/N corrected, "to try and boost my confidence -"

"Well he proposed so I guess it worked," Bucky said sadly.

"So Y/N is getting married," Tony asked.

"OH MY GOD I AM NOT ENGAGED! I AM NOT SEEING ANYONE! I'VE BEEN WATCHING HIS VIDEOS TO GAIN CONFIDENCE SO I CAN DO THIS," Y/N screamed exasperated.

She stalked over to the TV, turned it off, and faced James Buchanan Barnes. The moment he finally looked at her, he couldn't breathe. All jealousy and animosity flew from his mind and all he could think was how exceptionally beautiful Y/N was.

Steeling her nerves Y/N walked over to the couch. In one swift movement, before she lost her nerve, Y/N straddled Bucky's lap, placed her hands on his face, and kissed him for all he was worth.

Bucky's hands flew, one to hold the back of her neck and one to hold her waist, as he kissed Y/N back with abandon.

Y/N pulled back panting, and leaned her forehead against his. "So," she breathed, "how about that local sports team?"

Bucky's smile threatened to take over his whole face it was so big. "I hear they eat their young," he responded before kissing her again.

Natasha, Steve, and a still coffee soaked Sam all sighed dreamily as they watched the scene play out.

"What sports team eats their young and why do they have young in the first place," Tony cried out in horror, breaking the silence.

Bucky and Y/N broke their kiss because they couldn't stop laughing. They fell sideways onto the couch, still holding onto one another.

"To be clear," Y/N said seriously, "you're mine now, and I'm yours."

Bucky's eyes darkened at her words. "Also to be clear, I meant everything I said earlier," he said huskily as he glanced downward.

Y/N blushed furiously and buried her head in his neck to whisper, "I can't wait to find out myself."

In a split second, Bucky was on his feet and he threw Y/N over his shoulder. She squealed in delight as he carried her out of the room.

"You may want to invest in some noise cancelling headphones, Stevie," Bucky called back to his best friend and fellow floor mate.

Steve groaned, but couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face. "Well at least my ship has sailed," he sighed.

Sam gasped, "Look at you grandpa, using that young people lingo like a boss!"

"What the actual fuck just happened," Tony shouted as his eyes went wide and his hands shot out as if he was trying to keep his balance.

Nat walked over to him and patted his head sympathetically and promised, "I'll tell you when you're older."

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #reader insert #mutual pining #love confessions #jealous bucky #confused tony #misunderstanding #steve is a good bro

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ao3feed-winterhawk2-archive · 4 years ago

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by ClaraxBarton

“To Buck,” Steve said, wide grin splitting his face, happiness blinding, “smartest asshole I ever met.”

“Amen to that,” Sam agreed. Bucky tried to glare at him, but Sam just smirked back and clinked their shot glasses together.

They downed the shot - why the fuck were they drinking Fireball? - and slammed their glasses back down on the bar.

“I think…” Bucky looked at the pyramid. Now six layers, and who- How- What? “I think I’m done for the night.”

“What?” Steve was scandalized, grabbing Bucky’s t-shirt and hauling him close. “No! Buck- Buck, it’s not midnight yet!”

Bucky rolled his eyes and gave Sam a pleading look. Sam just smirked at him. Fucking Sam Wilson.

He put his hands over Steve’s and tried to ease him off. Steve just clung tighter.

“You gotta- C’mon, Buck. Wet T-shirt contest.”

Words: 2841, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Winter Soldier (Comics), Hawkeye (Comics), Black Widow (Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, no powers, disaster bros Steve and Bucky, married Steve and Sam, Academic!Bucky, wet t-shirt contest, Drunken Flirting, winterhawk - Freeform

#WinterHawk #Bucky/Clint #Clint/Bucky #Bucky Barnes #Clint Barton #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic

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blackmissfrizzle · 5 years ago

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A Tale of Two Soldiers Part 6

Title: A Tale of Two Soldiers Part 6

Characters: Erik x reader, Bucky x reader

Summary: Erik and Bucky come to save you.

Word Count: 5703

Warnings: Sexual assault and sex trafficking (Plesse don’t read if they’re triggers for you even though it does not go into depth.) Violence and a little torture

A/N: no keep reading link since I’m on mobile.

You awoke with a pounding headache, it was worst than the time you were matching drink for drink with Steve. Whatever room you were in the air was freezing and it didn’t help that Marcus or whoever he was working with left you in your lingerie set.

As you were coming to, you heard a murmur of voices. You got up to investigate where the voices were coming from. With each closer step you heard a bunch of:

‘She’s up’

‘She’s coming’

‘Is that Y/N’

‘Isn’t she an avenger’

When you found the voices, they belong to a group of women, scratch that not all of them were women. The youngest seemed to be about 11. All of them were in skimpy shorts and crop tops. Judging from their outfits, your new environment, and your abduction you just got caught in a fucking sex trafficking ring. Great, Bucky and Erik weren’t going to let you out your sight after this.

A young girl with big doe eyes tentatively walked to you.”Are you here to save us? You’re Y/N, the avenger, right?” Her eyes were filled with hope and you didn’t want to tell her the truth and break her heart but you also didn’t want to lie to her and give her false hope.

You didn’t know if it was luck or not but a girl who looked like life hardened her answered for you. “Does she look like she’s here to save us? She’s for sell just like us!”

To make yourself smaller you kneeled down to the other girl’s level. “She’s right. I’m here against my will. But, I got some powerful friends and they’ll find us sooner than later.”

Suddenly, you heard a loud slam of a door and the clicking of heels against the tile floor. A man in a full Armani suit was surrounded by his bodyguards appeared. He seem like the type of man to brag about his accomplishments and flaunt his wealth, especially with women. And if they didn’t do as he asked, he’ll call them anything but a child of God.

“I see that you met your new roommates,” the man stated smugly.

Already tired of the bullshit you punched ole dude in his smug face. In return you received a kick in the gut that caused you to fall to the ground.

Armani suit bent down and jerked your chin so you could look into his emotionless eyes. “They were already ordered not to hit you in the face. We don’t want to damage our money maker.”

“You’re really selling me and these girls? Oh, you don’t know what trouble you just got yourself into asshole.”

“Trouble? I don't think so. You’re gonna be worth more than all of them combined. Someone as beautiful and strong as you. You’re gonna make me a rich man.”

“Let’s say if you get the chance to sell me, you’re not gonna live long enough to spend it. My dad’s a senator, my uncles are War Machine and Ironman, my best friends are Captain America and Black Widow, and my boyfriends are the two most ruthless killers ever. I’m starting to feel bad for you bro.” You shrugged at the man and smirked.

“I knew you were a little slut.” He gripped your face harder to the point you thought he would break some of your teeth and then he gave you a bruising kiss. In return you head butted him, which he seemed to enjoy from his evil chuckle. “I wish I could keep you for myself. Do you know what’s the most satisfying thing about my job?”

“I don’t know. You get your tiny dick sucked? You must be overcompensating for something,” you sneered.

The big bad grabbed your hand and put it on his rather unimpressive hard on.”I assure you I’m not overcompensating for anything.” Great, not only were you kidnapped by an asshole but he was delusional as well.

“Anyway, my favorite thing about my job is dousing out fires. Now, your average sex trafficker wants to get easy girls. Girls who won’t put up fight. But me personally, I like it when my girls got fight in em, because I enjoy putting them out. I love when a break down a girl and make her submit. The more fight she had the better. And you, Ms. Y/L/N are one of the strongest women I ever had and to bend you to my will until I submit,” he took a deep inhale and palmed himself. “I would pay good money for that, but you’re the product and I can’t make money if I use my own product. But no worries, there are buyers out there with similar viewpoints as mines and they’ll pay a pretty penny for you. So, I’m not scared because I’ll have enough money in the world not to worry about your friends and family.”

As Armani suit gave his bad guy monologue, you found a random pipe on the floor behind you. Despite your better judgement you grabbed the pipe and whacked the smug smirk off your captors face. “I’m glad you like your girls with fight because I gotta whole lotta fight in me.”

When he faced you, you finally saw the anger in him instead of that giddiness he had earlier. “Make sure you don’t hit her in the face. Remember that’s our money maker, but everything else is fair game.” While he ordered his men to do their worst his eyes never left yours until he exited the room.

Soon as their boss left, the goons started pounding at you. Some used their fists, some used their feet, some used the butt of a gun, and some used a pipe. No matter what they were using, pain reverberated throughout your body. Although, you were in immense pain you refused to give these monsters the satisfaction of your screams in pain, so you suffered in silence. The only thing that could be heard were their grunts and vile words towards you. It wasn’t until you blacked out with thoughts of Bucky and Erik saving you were you able to escape the pain.

——

Charles automatically noticed something was wrong when you didn’t show for the family photo shoot. Even though you hated doing things like these you were always 30 minutes early, just in case someone needed help with something. So when his baby girl wasn’t there when he got there, he ordered his crazy daughter, Casey to track you down.

That was two days ago and there was still no word from you. HPD inform your parents that they couldn’t find Marcus, who you were last seen with and now he was officially a person of interest.

The whole family was gathered in the living room with the Wakandans, James Warren, Tony, Rhodey, and Detective Johnson from HPD.

“We have an update on your daughter’s case,” the detective informed the Y/L/N family as he handed a folder to your father.

His knees buckled once he saw what was inside. It was photos of you in your lingerie, posed for sell. The pictures got worse as he saw all the bruises on your body.

Your mother got a look as well and she instantly wailed. “Who would do this to my baby?”

Tired of being in the dark, Erik took the photos from your dad. When he saw them he was fuming and he knew just who to blame.

Throwing the photos at Bucky, Erik stormed towards Bucky and sucker punched him.”Its your fault! I was stupid enough to listen to you and let her go to that damn auction! Now look, Barnes she’s caught in a sex trafficking ring!”

Everyone except the Wakandans perked up at the mention of Barnes. “Bucky Barnes?” Tony and your mom questioned.

Bucky was outed now, so he took the nano mask off. “I’m just as pissed as you, Stevens and I blame myself more than you ever could.” Then Bucky turned his gaze towards Tony and your mom, “But all of you have a choice. You either can turn me in over duty or some personal vendetta or you let me be Winter Soldier and bring our girl home and kill those sons of bitches.”

Regrettably, Tony conceded to Bucky. He was far too worried about you to get back at Bucky and he knew how much those bastards needed to pay and the Winter Soldier was what they needed.

“Who took those photos,” Rhodey asked gravelly.

“We believe it’s Richard Dominguez. He just took over the Dominguez crime family and expanded into sex trafficking, which his recently deceased father was against.” Detective Johnson informed the room.

“What about this Marcus nigga?” Erik asked. He was ready to kill someone and if he couldn’t get to Dominguez then Marcus would have to do.

The detective felt uncomfortable under Erik’s murderous gaze. “Umm...we can’t find him.”

“Then what the fuck you niggas good for? Oh wait never mind y’all good for killing innocent black people.”

“Cousin!” T’Challa admonished his younger cousin.

Erik just shrugged his shoulders because he believed he told no lie. He looked at Shuri and nodded his head at her. “Lil cuz, can you find this Marcus dude if we give you his picture?”

Shuri looked at Erik as if he grew a second head. Did he know who he was talking to?”

“My bad, cuz,” Erik quickly apologized once he saw the look on Shuri’s face. “Can you find him quickly is what I meant to ask.”

“Give me the picture and I’ll tell you his last location within 30 minutes, cousin,” the Wakandan princess stated.

Detective Johnson handed a photo of Marcus to Shuri and she promptly went to work.

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Everything hurt. You were sure that you had a couple of broken ribs. The girls took turns looking after you and in that time they told you who held the group captive. It was some dude named Richard Dominguez and he was fairly new to the game.

The door squealed open and the girls hid in their respective corners. You thought it was Dominguez coming to gloat about the offers he got for you, but it was a woman instead. She reminded you of a Kim Kardashian wannabe. Nothing on the woman was real. Her ass was disproportionate to her thighs, her lips looked as if they were stung by bees, and her tan was so dark that she was nearly the same color as you.

“So, you’re the one my husband can’t shut up about. He keeps on talking about your beauty, but from where I’m standing, darling, you ain’t that beautiful.” The woman sneered at you as she inspected you.

If her physical appearance didn’t put you off, her attitude did the job for you. Annoyed with the woman you sighed, “Don’t tell me your ok with this? And please don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

“Ok? Sweetie, I’m ecstatic with anything that allows me to afford my lifestyle. I would sell my own grandmother if it meant I could live like this. Honey, why would I ever be jealous of you?”

What a delusional one this chick was. You laughed at her and proceeded to read her. “Listen, sweetie, ummm, everything on your body is predominantly features of a black woman and under all that tanning lotion, you’re clearly not a black woman. You literally just came in here and called me ugly for having the same features you have that your plastic surgeon did a botch job on.”

You stood up face to face with Dominguez’s wife and even in your diminished shape she was frightened by you. “I bet your bitchass husband is fantsizing about me while he’s fucking you,” a look of embrassement from the woman confirmed your hunch and you contined. “I’m gonna go as far and say he called out my name on accident. Man, it must suck to be you.”

The wannabe was in tears by now and she ran out the room. Usually, you wouldn’t revel in the fact that a husband was mentally cheating on his wife, but since she was compliant, you didn’t feel an ounce of guilt.

Once again the door creaked open and this time it was Dominguez and he was pissed. He stormed towards you and punched you in the gut. “You made my wife upset, you little cunt! Be glad that you are of value to me or you be dead.”

You knew Dominguez didn’t care about his wife, but she must’ve gave him an earful and that set him off. Holding yourself back, you smirked at the man. “I don’t know what’s worse for you. Me getting to you and killing you or the Winter Soldier and Killmonger killing you. Either way you end up dead and you better pray that nothing happens to me, because those two I mentioned are nothing nice to play with.”

All the blood drained from Dominguez’s face when you mentioned the Winter Soldier. He didn’t know about Killmonger, but he didn’t sound fun and now suddenly he was fearing for his life.

His silence stuck with you and you knew you had him. You decided to taunt Dominiguez some more. “Remember when I said boyfriends? I was talking about them. So, even if I end up getting sold, you won’t be spending any of the money.”

Richard continued to keep his mouth shut as he tried to calmly exit the room. When he was outside the door, he ordered his head of security to hire more guards in case the Winter Soldier came looking for him. Now he had to get rid of you much quicker than he would like to, because he refused to be a victim of the infamous Winter Soldier.

---

Shuri came through and she was able to locate Marcus in 15 minutes instead of 30, and the team had him in their custody no less than 45 minutes.

Bucky was sharpening his knife trying to calm himself before interrogating Marcus when Tony approached him. “I know you hate me, Stark, but I love Y/N, so don’t be mad at her when we get her back. She was just doing what she believed what was right by protecting me.”

Tony held back his disdain for Bucky. He had to admit that he admired how fiercely Bucky wanted to fight for you. “Barnes, I’m not here to fight you. Y/N would whoop my ass if I did right now. I just wanted to say I appreciate how you’re fighting to get her back and that none of this is your fault.” Bucky drew his brows in confusion at Tony’s statement. Did Stark really compliment him?

“I know. I know. It doesn’t sound like me. But you can’t fight at your best if you keep thinking its your fault that Y/N is captured. You were ok with Y/N going to the auction, because you knew she was going to do it anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over that,” Tony advised the soldier.

“Thanks.”

“I still hate you by the way. I’ll just hate you less once we get her back.” Tony effectively killed the chance of any reconciliation between the two and left the room

As Tony and Bucky were having a moment, Rhodey was talking to Erik trying to calm him down. “You can’t just go in there and start beating on the dude.”

Erik looked at Rhodey in disbelief, “Oh, I can’t? Watch me.” Erik was walking to the door that Marcus was behind and Rhodey pulled him back before he turned the handle.

“You need to calm down and do it quickly! I’m not letting you blow the only lead we have on finding my niece. Do you understand me?” This was the first time Erik seen the older man lose his cool. He heard from you how your Uncle James was always the chill one despite how crazy our mom or Uncle Tony could be. So, he knew he needed to calm down for the sake of your uncle.

“A’ight. I’m sorry, man. I just need to find her asap.”

Rhodey understood the young man’s urgency. He clapped his shoulder and warned Erik. “We need Marcus alive. The cops need someone to arrest.”

Erik caught Rhodey’s drift. He wouldn’t he able to kill Marcus but whoever was the real culprit was fair game.

When Erik finally gathered himself together he went to the door where Bucky was at and entered the room. The two killers had to school their faces as they entered the room. It smelled of bodily fluids and the heat in the room made it no better.

Marcus was sitting in the middle of the room in his own mess. He was a nervous mess because he didn’t know who kidnapped him and then the crazies had a jaguar and wolf snapping in his face.

“They miss their mom and they know you have something to do with her being missing.” Marcus instantly recognized the man talking. He was the Winter Soldier and he was casually flipping a knife around.

Soon as he recognized Bucky Barnes, Marcus soiled himself once again. Erik scrunched up his face in disgust and pinched his nose. “Really, nigga? You already pissed now you gotta shit! I bet you didn’t have that same energy when you let Y/N go.”

“Look man, I didn’t have a choice,” Marcus yelled in desperation.

Pissed off, Bucky echoed Marcus. “No choice!” Bucky kicked Marcus’s chair, causing him to fall and have Apollo and Artemis growl in his face.

“Are you really gonna let em eat him?” Erik pointed to the predators.

“They haven’t ate all day and he’s obviously no help. Is that a problem?”

“Nah, it’s chow time.” Erik broke out into a smile while Apollo and Artemis widen their jaws for their new meal.

“She’s in Huntsville! Dominguez has a bunch of land out there, but he has a small army. He’ll know you’re coming.”

“We don’t care!” Bucky yelled already texting T’Challa with the information.

Erik bent down to Marcus. “Before I rock yo shit, why did you betray her?”

Marcus was a sobbing mess by now, he feared for his life. “I had a gambling debt at one of Dominguez’s underground casinos. He said it’ll clear my debt and I could get a little extra if I help him get her. Y/N’s an Avenger, I thought she would be out by now.”

As Bucky heard Marcus’s explanation, he crushed the door knob in frustration. What kind of man traded his friend for money? He took his knife out and aimed it at Marcus and cut off the top of his ear.

Annoyed that Bucky threw the knife so close to his face, Erik reprimanded him. “You had to throw it next to my face?” Bucky nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders and exited the room. Erik quickly followed Bucky after he punched Marcus to silence his wails.

Thanks to Bucky texting the intel while they were still with Marcus, Shuri had the location of Dominguez. Everyone suited up as soon as a plan was formed, even though Bucky and Erik just wanted to go in guns blazing.

“You know we don’t plan on bringing Dominguez alive.” Bucky warned your parents.

Your mother left her husband’s side and for the first time looked Bucky in the eye. “I don’t give a damn. If he’s begging for mercy, you better let him bleed out. Just bring back my baby girl.” Now Erik and Bucky understood where you got a fierceness from.

Both men gave a head nod and a yes ma’am to her and left to go save their girl.

—-

You were getting anxious. If it was just you held captive, you would’ve already escaped and killed Dominguez, but you weren’t. The other girls were your responsibility and you promised them all that you would get them out safely and alive.

“Miss. Y/N, are your friends going to save us?” Lexie, the 10 year old asked you with hope in her eyes.

“Of course, honey. They’ll be here soon. If we get lucky, we might get to see the Scarlet Witch.”

Santana being the pessimist she was told the child not to get her hopes up. You were on the verge to cuss Santana out, but you heard gunshots and the screams of Dominguez’s guards.

A smile broke out on your face, help had came. You ordered the girls to grab the shivs they made in the past days.

All of you gathered together and were approaching the door when you heard footsteps by the door. You pushed the girls behind you and got in your fighting stance.

You abandoned your stance and fell to the floor in relief when you saw Steve, Nat, Sam, and Wanda at the door.

“It’s okay. I got you,” Steve hugged you being mindful of your injuries. You hugged everyone else and asked Wanda where Vision was. She told you he joined Tony and should be here soon.

“This family reunion is great, but we got people shooting at us and we need to get these girls to safety,” Nat reminded everyone.

“Nat’s right. You guys get the girls out and I’ll handle Dominguez.” You offered to your former teammates.

Steve was heavily against the idea. He claimed that you would be outnumber and your injuries would be a clear disadvantage. But you weren’t hearing none of it. You needed to kill Dominguez and your friends couldn’t get caught since they were still fugitives.

In the middle of your argument with Steve, your sword Shuri made for your birthday was suddenly in your hand. Then you heard the roar of Artemis and the howl of Apollo.

You smiled at your friends. “Game time, bitches.” This time Steve didn’t argue with you when you ordered them to get the girls to safety. He knew Bucky was there to save you and nothing would get in his way.

Thanks to your sword being made out of vibranium you easily dodge bullets and sliced through Dominguez’s henchmen. Your goal was to kill your captor and everyone who helped him, and you weren’t leaving the base til you did.

Taking two stairs at a time, you ran into the master bedroom and found Dominguez’s wife frantically throwing clothes, shoes, and jewelry into a duffel bag.

“Materialistic to the end, huh?” Your chuckle halted her packing. Immediately she was begging for her life and in that moment you truly didn’t know if you would leave her alive. You asked yourself WWCAD (what would Captain America do?) and regrettably you only knocked her out with a vase.

As you were tying up Richard’s wife, he came running into the room seeking refuge. Once he spotted you, he pointed his gun at you. “Damn, I thought you would’ve killed her. She knows too much about the operation.”

Dang, this man really didn’t care about anyone except himself. “You know I would say I feel bad for her, but she’s as guilty as you are.”

“Then maybe you should give me the same punishment as her,” he tried to bargain with you.

“Too late,” you stated and then you charged the man.

Your fight ended up in the hallway and near the railing. Dominguez and you were dodging each other’s hits. You lunged to stab him, but he fell over the railing but he grabbed you to bring you with him. You were expecting to feel the coolness of the marble floor, but instead you felt the familiar warmth of strong arms.

“I got you, princess.” Tears threatened to spill out when you saw Bucky and Erik. You kissed Erik and murmur a bunch of I love you. Then you jumped out of his arms and limped towards Bucky to do the same.

Unfortunately, your reunion got cut short by the groans of Dominguez. Erik and Bucky instantly got in defense mode but you had to pull them back. As much as you understood their anger, this was your kill.

You slammed your foot into Dominguez’s chest to stop him from getting up. “Remember when I told you I didn’t know if it was worse for you if I got to you if they got to you,” you pointed towards the two soldiers. He gave no answer, but looked at you in pure hatred.

“Well, I forgot about a third option and I’m gonna go with them, cuz they’ll kill you slower than I ever could.” Confusion and then fear crossed Dominguez’s face as he saw the jaguar and wolf prowling towards him out of the shadows.

While Apollo and Artemis were snarling in his face, you bent down to his ear and whispered, “You know my favorite thing about you douchebag dudes is the fear on your face once you know you lost and how you’re gonna die soon. It’s the best feeling.” You patted his chest as you smugly mocked his first conversation he had with you.

Once you started walking away you heard the crunching and breaking of his bones and his cries of pain as Apollo and Artemis ripped into him.

The adrenaline must’ve stopped pumping through you, because you fell to the ground before either Bucky or Erik could get to you. Blood was seeping out of your stomach when the boys reached you. Each of them were yelling it wasn’t your time yet as you repeatedly told them you were sorry. Luckily, Erik managed to insert a Kimoyo bead into your wound to stop the bleeding. And once again you blacked out as you have done so many times this week.

—-

“You’re very lucky Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N based on all your daughter’s injuries she should be dead,” you heard the doctor inform your parents.

“Thank God!” Your mother praised as she sat in the chair next to your bed.

“Ummm, but is it necessary for them being here?” You could only assume that the doctor was referring to Apollo and Artemis, since you could sense their presence.

“They stay,” Erik ordered leaving no room for negotiations.

A few moments later and you felt your eyes flutter open. No one noticed that you were awake until they heard you groan in pain.

Your first words were where was Bucky and Erik.

Erik left his corner in the room and ran up to you. “Hey, princess. I’m right here and Barnes not here right now. We have too many eyes on us right now.”

Usually you would be understanding, but you didn’t feel complete until you had both men by your side. So, you pleaded with Erik to get him and he was about to comply when Secretary Ross entered your hospital room.

Automatically, you were on the defense and tried to sit up despite the pain you were in. Last time you saw Ross, you cussed him out so you doubted he would be happy to see you again.

“Y/L/N, it’s good to see you’re doing well.”

“What do you want,” you croaked out.

Ross widen his stance in an attempt to intimidate you. “We have reports from the other girls you saved and they said that Steve Rogers and the others were there helping them. Do you know where they have could’ve gone? And please don’t lie, the girls did say you did talk to Rogers.”

Your monitor was beeping quickly indicating the spike in your blood pressure. At this point, Ross was more than a thorn in your side and he was getting dangerously close to be on your kill list.

It also must’ve been your mother’s breaking point, because she jumped out of her seat and was in Ross’s face. “Are you fucking kidding me!!!” Your mama had to be furious to be cussing. You only heard her cuss a handful of times in her lifetime. “My daughter is in the damn hospital barely escaping death and you’re worried about capturing damn Captain America??? My baby girl is right, that heart attack must’ve fucked with your head more than you thought. Now I suggest you get out of this room or that wolf and jaguar are gonna have a new chew toy.”

Ross made the smart decision of leaving the room with no protests. You knew your mom could be scary, but for her to successfully threaten the Secretary of State, she earned a new level of respect from you.

“Damn, Mrs. Y/L/N remind me not to piss you off.” Erik laughed in admiration.

While looking at you and giving you a motherly caress, your mama replied to Erik. “I don’t play about my kids, even the ones who give me the most headaches. So, it’s best you and Barnes remember that.”

You almost couldn’t contain your excitement. That warning your mama gave Erik was also a seal of approval for both of them to date you. Who would’ve thought your mama would be open to you dating an assassin.

For a while you talked with your family. Shannon tried to apologize for unknowingly helping you get kidnapped, but you threatened to burn all her wigs if she tried apologizing again. That quickly got her to shut up.

The nurse came by and told everyone that visiting hours were over. Everyone left except Erik and when she tried to get him to leave, he gave her a deadly stare until she scurried off.

Running your fingers through Erik’s dreads calmed you and him. It was very possible that you wouldn’t have survived and never had the chance to see each other again.

Tears were forming in Erik’s eyes and this was the second time you saw him cry. Between sniffles Erik spoke for the first time since you two been left alone. “I almost lost you, Y/N. That scared the shit out of me. I’m about to ask T’Challa to assign a Dora to follow you when me or Barnes are not around.”

Half of you was grateful that you had a man that cared that much about you, but the other half was annoyed that you were about to get a 24 hour detail after this whole debacle. “I’m safe, E. But don’t you think it may be a little extreme to have someone watching me all the time?”

“Hell no.” Welp, there’s goes any negotiation. You didn’t have the energy to fight Erik on the topic, so you let it go for now.

Erik jokes with you for a bit to lift your spirits, but he knew eventually you would ask for Bucky again. He told you what you already suspected which was that Bucky felt guilty about your abduction and was avoiding you. You told Erik to get Bucky and tell him if he refused to come you would never speak to him again.

Within 10 minutes, Bucky was sulking in your room. Erik excused himself, knowing that you two needed this intimate moment and appreciative that he spent time with you already.

“You two seem really close now,” you pointed out to Bucky after Erik clapped his shoulder.

Seemingly nervous, his metal hand scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, when the girl you both love gets kidnapped it brings enemies closer.”

Bucky made no attempt to get near you and it broke your heart. In the time you needed him the most he refused to be there for you, but you understood it, he was still blaming himself.

“Doll, I really shouldn’t be here.”

“Why?”

“It’s not safe. I heard that Ross came by looking for intel. Someone can come by and turn me in.”

Although, it was a valid concern, you knew that wasn’t the real reason Bucky thought he shouldn’t be there. “I have my own hospital floor and Tony made sure everyone signed a NDA, so try again, Barnes.”

This time Bucky moved towards you and you could see the pain in his eyes. Hell, you practically felt the pain rolling off of him onto you.

Bucky was crying by the time he sat next to you. He laid his head on your stomach and you could feel his tears seeping through your hospital gown.

When he finally composed himself, Bucky spoke.”Fuck doll, if I hadn’t encouraged you to go to that damn auction you wouldn’t be in this damn hospital bed.”

You lifted his chin to get his attention. “I’m only gonna say this once. It’s not your fault. I was gonna go with or without your permission.”

Bucky opened his mouth to apologize, but you held up your hand to stop him. “James Buchanan Barnes if you are fixing those gifted lips of yours to apologize, I promise you I will cut off your dick and you know how much I love it, baby. You wouldn’t want to do that to me, would you, babe?”

Laughter filled the air and it was music to your ears. Bucky’s laugh was low like his voice but it held a certain lightness that Bucky must’ve retained before joining the army.

“Ok no more apologies. But you’re gonna have someone with you at all times just to make me feel better.”

“I basically told her the same thing and she didn’t argue with me,” Erik added while he was standing in the doorway eating some jello-o.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance at the two men. They really thought you were gonna comply with them. “I didn’t argue with you because I’m too mentally tired to do so. But watch, once I’m feeling better I’m cussing both of you out for trying to tell me what to do.”

Both muttered a ‘we’ll see’ and laughed at you. Throughout the entire night the boys kept you entertained and not once did they argue. It was a rare occurrence for Bucky and Erik get along and you hoped for more of it in the future.

Sleep eventually claimed you and you were glad that you had your two favorite men by your side as it always should be

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Bodyguard - Four

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky X Politician!Reader

Summary: As a young and controversial politician, you face some opposition. After a death threat is made and your security is at risk, you agree to get a bodyguard. You don’t expect him to be the most irritating and attractive man on the planet. With a history so deep and twisted you never thought you’d figure it out, a terrible corporation is determined to take you out of the political picture; using any means necessary. The only question is, how far is James willing to go to ensure your safety?

Warnings: Angst, Violence, threats, injuries, kidnapping, drugging, political talk (not a lot), terrorism (Wait for the plot twist tho guys), Smut, Fluff, PTSD, (More to Come)

Word Count: 2.5K

A/n: okie dokie bro

BASED OFF OF THE NETFLIX ORIGINAL: BODYGUARD TAGLIST IS OPEN MASTERLIST

SERIES MASTERLIST

~*~

You wake up for the first time in months feeling well-rested.

Well-rested, but alone.

The bed is cold and there’s no sign of James anywhere in the room.

The events of the previous day rush into your mind and you find yourself biting your bottom lip, a part of you afraid at why he’s gone when you asked him to stay.

You climb out of the bed and walk into the washroom, doing your morning business and refreshing yourself.

Once you’re clean and feeling more awake, you venture out of the room and into the hallway.

Because of the… excitement yesterday you hardly got a chance to admire the nice house you’re staying in. It’s more modern and… sterile than your own, with white walls and light hardwood floors.

Few decorations are anywhere. A few abstract paintings ever here and there but that’s it.

When you find your way to the kitchen there’s still no sign of your bodyguard anywhere.

Deciding against looking for the man, you start making yourself some tea instead.

“Morning.” You squeal and spin around, staring wide-eyed at the strange man standing right there looking at you.

“I’m Sam Wilson. I’ve been specially chosen by Bucky himself to watch over you while he grabs some stuff for the both of you.” You furrow your brows in confusion, “Bucky?” Sam smacks himself in the forehead.

“Right. I forgot Tin Man has you calling him Sarge instead. Well, James’ nickname is Bucky. But don’t tell him I called him that. I’ll never live it down. I’m supposed to kinda hate him but he knows I’ll have his back if he needs it.” You nod slowly, trying to process this better.

“Is… is it just you here?” You ask hesitantly, not sure how you feel about being alone with this stranger.

“Nope,” a familiar female voice says. Natasha walks in behind Sam, Steve right behind her.

“I’m Captain Rogers, but you can call me Steve. And I’m told you’ve met Agent Romanoff already.” You nod, grateful to see familiar faces.

“How’re you holding up?” Steve asks, smiling gently at you.

“I… I’m okay. I was a little confused when I woke up and James wasn’t here, but then Sam introduced himself. I’m glad you two are here too. Thank you, for all your help yesterday.” He walks towards you and rests a huge hand on your shoulder.

“We’re gonna keep you safe, (Y/n). I swear.” You nod and take a deep breath.

“Would anyone else like some tea?” You ask, realizing that you’re kind of uncomfortable.

“None for me, thanks.” Natasha and Steve say almost simultaneously. Sam purses his lips then shrugs. “I’m more of a coffee man myself. Thanks for the offer though.” You nod and continue making tea for just yourself, trying to ignore the eyes you can feel on your back.

“When did Buck say he’d be back?” Steve suddenly asks. You find yourself listening too intently to Sam’s answer.

“He should be here within the hour. Sweetheart, you’re shaking.” You look down to your hands and they are indeed shaking.

“Chillax, honey. You’re okay.” You can’t help but snort, looking over at Sam. “‘Chillax’? I don’t think I’ve ever heard that word in my life.” Sam chuckles and takes you by the elbow, steering you away from the kitchen and towards the couch.

“How about we make that our secret word. If you’re ever in trouble or anxious or anything, tell me to Chillax and I’ll get you out of whatever situation you’re in.” You smile and nod, taking a few deep breaths.

“Barnes will be back soon and you’ll feel better.” You open your mouth to defend your pride but he cuts you off. “I know that people are more comfortable around their own personal bodyguard instead of strangers. So I get it if you’re nervous and uncomfortable. Barnes has saved your life a few times already and the two of you know each other. Don’t worry about offending us.” You smile gratefully at him and take some deep breaths, looking up as your mug of tea gets placed in front of you.

“Barnes is pulling into the garage. I’m gonna go meet him,” Natasha says, walking away.

~*~

Bucky climbs out of the sleek back car and grabs the bags from the backseat.

“So you and (Y/n)?” He hits his head on the car ceiling then curses. “Jesus Nat!” She stands there with her arms crossed over her chest, looking at him with an unimpressed expression on her face.

“I think you’re getting too attached. And so is she.” He rolls his eyes and grabs the bags.

“You don’t need to worry about my assignment. That’s all this is. She’s in danger and I’m going to keep her safe. Nothing more, nothing less.” Natasha purses her lips and shakes her head. “Just please don’t fuck this up and get her or yourself hurt, okay?” He looks her in the eye for a moment then walks past her and into the house, trying to ignore the way he feels calmer knowing you’re here.

When you see him walk through the doorway, you immediately feel calmer despite the little nagging in the back of your mind constantly reminding you that people want you dead.

“Morning James,” You whisper, eyes moving back down to your mug of tea.

“Morning Ma’am.” It’s quiet for a while, awkwardly so, until Natasha clears her throat. “We should get going. We’ll keep in touch.” You bid them goodbye and watch as the three of them exit the room, leaving you alone with James.

“How’d you sleep last night, Ma’am?” You take a breath and look up at him. “I slept well. Thank you.” He nods and looks around for a moment.

“If you don’t mind, Ma’am, I’m gonna go put these in the study. I’ll be right back.” You nod and watch as he brings a few folders full of papers towards the study.

When he returns you’re pacing.

“What’s wrong, Ma’am?” You shake your head, pinching the bridge of your nose. “How am I supposed to do my job from a safe house? As long as I’m hiding the terrorists are winning.” He shakes his head and stands in front of you.

“As long as you’re alive and breathing, they’re losing. We need to keep you safe. I’m sure we can figure out a way to have you continue working from here.” You groan and squeeze your eyes shut. “I just want this nightmare to be over with. So long as I’m hiding out I can’t do anything.” He places his right hand on your shoulder and smiles softly at you.

“It’s okay. It’ll all be over soon. The surviving shooters are being interrogated as we speak. As soon as we find out who they are and what they want we can implement proper security measures and you can get back to your regular life.” You take a deep breath and look up into his eyes.

“Thank you, James. For everything.” He shakes his head and looks down for a moment. “Bucky.” You raise your eyebrows in confusion and he chuckles softly. “People close to me call me Bucky.” Your heart flutters at this and you smile gently at him.

“Bucky.”

The two of you spend a few moments looking into each other's eyes, those moments far too intimate to be platonic.

He closes the distance in a heartbeat, his lips smashing against your own in a hot and needy kiss. Your hands find his shoulders and you pull him closer to you, moaning into the kiss.

He grabs your waist and hoists you up, holding you against his body as you wrap your legs around his waist.

The kisses become hotter and needier as he navigates his way to the couch, gently laying you down on your back. You break apart and pant, your eyes staying closed as his fingers begin to peel off your shirt. Sitting up slightly, you help him take the garment off, sighing as his fingers trace over your breasts.

“So beautiful,” he whispers before reattaching his lips to yours.

This kiss is sloppy as the two of you try to take each other's clothes off without being apart for more than a second, but eventually, you manage to strip each other down to nothing.

When you break apart again, you bring your hand up over his shoulder where the metal meets his flesh. You trace over the scarring then press a gentle kiss to the area.

He sighs from above you and looks down at you with adoration.

“Please,” you whisper, taking his flesh hand and leading it down to where you want it.

He groans as he feels how wet you are, leaning down and kissing your lips passionately. “Oh fuck.” Two of his fingers dip into your heat, and you moan lowly, gripping his wrist as he begins thrusting them inside of you. Your hips thrust up and off the couch for a moment, and the man above you chuckles.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” You whimper slightly as he sucks on your neck. “I’m gonna taste this sweet little pussy.” You watch through hooded eyes as he lowers down between your legs, bringing one over his shoulder as he gazes at your exposed cunt, slowing his fingers down.

He holds your gaze while wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking once lightly and relishing in the moan you release. He removes his fingers and replaces it with his tongue, gathering your slick on his tongue and groaning against you.

“You taste so fucking good, baby. So good.” You tangle your fingers in his hair and tug gently, trying to gain more friction.

“Fuck, please. More, please.” He thrusts his fingers back inside of you and flicks your clit with his tongue. “Oh fuck! James!” He moves faster, fucking and sucking in tandem and bringing you over the edge quickly.

He licks his lips and crawls up your body, smiling gently at your dazed look. “You ready for me, sweetheart?” He asks softly, kissing your cheek. You nod, holding onto him as he rubs his cock through your wet folds.

“Perfect,” he mumbles while pushing into your tight cunt.

“Oh God,” you moan, digging your nails into his shoulders. He smiles to himself and starts fucking into you a little bit harder.

You pepper kisses up and down his neck, letting your tongue dart out and taste his skin.

“Oh shit. Fuck, (Y/n).” He pounds into you, Grabbing your hands and fucking into you even harder.

“I’m so close. Fuck, I’m so close James. Please make me cum. Please. Please.” He nods, pulling away to look into your eyes. “Fuck, you feel so good around me baby.” You nod leaning up and kissing his lips as the coil in your belly tightens.

“Oh God! I-I’m gonna cum!” He fucks into you harder, determined to make you cum. And when he does, you see stars.

“Shit! You’re squeezing the life outta my cock!” You moan and grip his shoulders tighter as his thrusts falter. He shoots his load into you and moans against your cheek, kissing you ever now and then as he slowly stops thrusting.

You lie there beneath him, his head against your breasts and your fingers in his hair. “Tell me about her,” you whisper softly, massaging his scalp.

“She… she was my commanding officer. Isabel. We… we were close. So fucking close and I… thought she was the one. She was there for me when I lost my arm and my friends. And then she jumped in front of a bullet for me. Tore right through her stomach. I lost her. She dies in my arms and there… there was nothing I could do about it.” You feel awful for him, knowing how hard it is to lose people you love.

“It’s in the past. I… I know that I can’t change what happened so I just have to live with it.” You continue carding your fingers through his hair, trying to comfort him as he relives a nightmare.

“Everything’s okay though. I have you now.” He looks up at you, a gentle smile on his face. You lean down and kiss the tip of his nose. “Yes, you do have me. And I really don’t want to lose you.” He kisses your left breast and sighs, nuzzling into your skin. “I’m not gonna lose you. And you’re not gonna lose me.”

~*~

He leaves to shower shortly after that, giving you his shirt to wear so you don’t get too cold in his absence.

While he’s gone, you get up and stretch, a smile on your face as you walk around the house, feeling calm.

That feeling leaves however when you take notice of an open file on the kitchen counter. You glance over it, brows furrowing as you read over what it says.

“Baron Strucker… what the Hell?” You flip through it, eyes widening as you read more and more.

“HYDRA? Wh-what is this?” You’re beyond confused as you read more and more of the file, small pieces of the puzzle coming together.

“Wait a minute... “ You grab your secure phone and type something into a google search, a hand coming up to cover your mouth as you read the results.

“(Y/n)?” You turn and look at James as he walks into the room, a towel hanging low on his hips. “What’s wrong?” You set your phone down and walk into his arms, your bottom lip trembling.

“I-it’s them. The ones who killed my dad.” He furrows his brows in confusion. “(Y/n), what do you mean?” You look up at him, eyes filled with tears.

“HYDRA’s after me.”

~*~

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