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mandyyvibes · 11 months ago

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Hydra Husbands- 40 …because the world is ending.

Or Winterbones up to you

40- a kiss because the world is ending; winterbones

f i f t e e n h u n d r e d w o r d s

i would love to make this a full fic and put it on ao3 one day goddamn. i kinda popped off.

Brock had never, in all his years of active field duty and life-or-death situations, been so fear-stricken as he had been when he opened his inbox to an email from Pierce.

It wasn’t the mere fact that Pierce sent out an email, one with ATTENTION STRIKE FORCE ALPHA AND CLEARANCE LEVEL EIGHT FACULTY in the subject line that had icy dread curling between Brock’s ribs.

It wasn’t the beginning of the email, in which Pierce sung his praises, gloating about how well the most recent mission had gone, that caused the dread to settle in a pit in Brock’s stomach.

It was what followed, one singular sentence, that had Brock leaping up out of his chair, kicking it to the side and storming out of the restaurant with Jack close behind, practically trembling with the horror that he felt.

The Asset will be permanently decommissioned by March 10th.

Brock was a lot of things, but he wasn’t stupid. There had been talk of budget cuts and the merits of replacing the Asset with something purely mechanical, taking whatever fractured pieces of a human soul that remained within it out of the equation entirely.

It had been a rough couple of months for the Asset and its team. It seemed to need to go back to the chair more and more frequently as time went on; in barely-perceptible moments of weakness its hand would tremble, or it would whimper when no one was near it.

It was breaking. Brock wasn’t stupid.

But he had been foolish enough to hope that the lab coat jackasses would simply come up with a more effective way to wipe it. Something that lasted longer, something that could reach deeper into its brain and remove all the horrors of its successes.

Instead, Pierce was going to have it put down.

“What the fuck, man?” Jack snapped, jogging after Brock to keep up with his rage-fueled pace.

“We’re going to work. Now. Check your phone.”

“God, what is it this time…”

Brock was in the car by the time Jack could read the e-mail, revving the engine impatiently. The beginnings of a plan had already begun forming in his mind, though it did little to settle the nauseous feeling of dread.

Jack opened the passenger door and gave a grim nod, one that said I’m with you on this one.

That’s why he was Brock’s right hand man.

March 10th.

It was March 4th.

He had six days before everything would come crashing down around him. He couldn’t bear to start from scratch- he didn’t want to start from scratch.

This felt closer to the end of the world than any world crisis or alien invasion had ever felt before.

—

“Where is it?” Brock’s voice boomed and ricocheted off of the concrete walls, just decibels away from a shout. He knew he had to keep his cool, to keep up appearances for now.

The handful of technicians busying themselves with paperwork gave him a strange look.

“Cryo prep-“

“No. No, fuck no. Leave it out.”

“Pierce ordered-“

“I don’t give a RAT’S ASS what Pierce ordered. Do you know who the fuck I am?!” He was yelling now, clenching his fists and working his jaw.

“Rumlow,” Came a calm voice from behind him.

Alexander Pierce himself stood at the bottom of the stairwell, many floors below where he usually ventured.

“Sir.” Brock grunted, chastised. He knew that this conversation would impact the entire course of the rest of his life. No room for fuck-ups.

“The most humane way to do this is to leave it in cryo,” Pierce said pointedly, gesturing to the heavy metal door on the far wall. “I understand that this might seem sudden, but Sitwell-“

“Mr. Secretary.” Brock interrupted, shoving his hands in his pocket and taking a step forward, chin raised in a show of nonchalance. “It has served us well for decades. I simply want to see it in action one last time. I’m requesting permission to take it up to the gym to spar-“

“You want to hurt it one last time,” Pierce’s eyebrows were raised. He would’ve been smirking, if he had been capable of such a thing.

“There’s no point keeping it in good condition now,” Brock replied, mirroring his amused expression.

He felt sick.

He felt angry that he felt sick.

“Alright. You can have it for a couple hours. Then it needs to go back into the cryo tank.”

“Thank you, sir. Hail Hydra.”

“Hail Hydra.”

Brock let his shoulders sag slightly as Pierce disappeared up the stairs. This is what years of loyalty to this organization had gotten him. A couple hours.

He maneuvered into a camera blind spot and pulled out his phone to text Jack.

—

It was still in its gear from the last mission. No one had even bothered to clean it. Cryo prep, his ass. Those lab coats were just bluffing.

The Asset stood at attention, its back pressed against the wall. It was almost strange to see it like this, its gaunt face exposed, after growing used to seeing it with its muzzle on. It looked like they hadn’t been feeding it enough.

Brock let the door shut behind him and could practically feel the Asset’s fear dissipate, though it didn’t move an inch. He took a step forward.

“Kneel.”

The Asset knelt, falling silently, gracefully, to its knees.

Everything was still. Brock watched it for a couple long moments, waiting for a tremor or a sob, anything that indicated weakness.

It couldn’t know the fate that Pierce had dictated for it.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Brock crossed the room in two strides, resting a hand gently atop its matted hair. He resisted the urge to tug on it and listened to the way its breath deepened. Something primal ached deep within his chest.

“Who do you belong to?”

“Hydra, Sir.”

“And who is your primary handler?”

“Commander Rumlow, Strike Force Alpha, Identification number 06081965,” Its eyes narrowed as if it was processing something, reaching into the depths of its brain to understand. “You, Sir.”

“Good, good job. Look at me,” Brock crouched down, putting himself at its eye level, breaking nearly every protocol in the book- protocol that he had written.

It looked startled when it met his eyes. There was something deer-in-headlights about the icy blue gaze. It looked back at him as if waiting for answers, for instructions, for help.

Brock would have put money on the fact that it could sense his fear. He took a deep breath.

“There’s been an emergency. You are going to come with Rollins and I and listen to every word that we say. No hesitation.”

The sound of a nearby explosion made the Asset break eye contact for half a second, gaze darting to the source of the noise.

Deafening alarms began to ring.

“Soldier!” Brock barked, gripping it by the back of the neck. “What did I say? Look at me, goddammit.”

“Sorry, Sir. Please.”

It held eye contact once again, conveying everything that it couldn’t say with its eyes. It was scared, it was confused, it hadn’t mean to upset him.

“It’s alright. Nothing outside of normal mission parameters, just focus. Any weapons on you?”

“No, sir.”

Brock slipped a knife from his boot, tucking it into one of the many holsters affixed to the Asset’s clothing.

“That’ll do for now, Rollins is bringing in some guns in approximately two minutes. That’s when we move. Do you require anything else for optimal functionality?”

“The Asset has not been provided nutrition in approximately six days, Sir.”

No wonder it fucking trembled. Brock could’ve burnt the whole place down, he was so mad. He reached into his pocket and produced a Jolly Rancher hard candy (Jack’s favorite).

“You see this? This is candy. It’s a reward. You can have it if you do good, if we get out of here. And I’ll get you some real food too.”

“Thank you, Sir,” It all but whispered, still staring at him unblinkingly. It hadn’t even looked away to assess the candy.

It was so good.

It would be good.

Brock stood, keeping time carefully in his head. They had about thirty seconds. He motioned for the Asset to rise and follow him towards the door.

One second passed. Brock turned around and stepped towards it, toeing at its boot with his own.

Two seconds. They would get out together, all three of them. Flee the country. He already had forged paperwork for the Asset.

Three seconds. But if they didn’t…

Four seconds. Brock lifted his chin slightly and leaned in. The Asset remained perfectly still, perfect, lips slightly parted. It breathed in through its nose and out through its mouth.

Five seconds. It exhaled. Brock pressed his lips to it, something chaste and sweet, entirely unlike anything he’d done to it before.

Six, seven, eight, another explosion. The Asset inhaled and exhaled once again. It did not speak.

Brock kissed it again, because he could, because this very well might be his last chance. The rage in his veins popped and simmered like hot grease. Together, or this was the end.

#ask game #winterbones #bucky barnes #winter soldier #winterbones fanfiction #brock rumlow #there’s two easter eggs in this #it/its pronouns winter soldier #bc brock pov but also bc fuck society

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fluffysucker · 1 year ago

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Whisperer

Bucky Barnes x Reader (Mob Au)

'Liberation comes in whatever form to save me. I hit bottom, and then the whisper comes. Your whisper in the breeze. Your whisper's what I needed. Quiet words. Soothe the hurt whisperer.'

It is written in Third POV. No use of Y/N. However, the reader is referred to as a female.

A/N: I had so much fun writing this. Part three coming soon.

Likes, comments, reblogs are VERY VERY highly appreciated. Opinions really matter to me

TW: Violence. Cursing. Mentios of physical abuse.

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Some time had passed. Not long, but enough for Bucky to gather his thoughts. He couldn't listen to you. Absolutely no. The medical report sitting on his desk was a reminder. An alert that you were always in danger. And he couldn't live like this. He couldn't live knowing a monster was taking advantage of you in every way. He had to get you out of there. He didn't know how. He wanted to plan and do it correctly so you wouldn't get hurt more. It wasn't easy. But he was never going to give up. If it cost his life, he would still do it. You mattered the most.

However, he never thought the opportunity would present itself like this.

It was the middle of the night. Your father requested your and Rumlow's presence in his office. And you went. The meeting lasted for too long, and you couldn't tell what it was even about. Midway through the meeting, you left your father and Rumlow to carry on. You stayed in your father's office. You couldn't help but smile when you noticed your father only had pictures of your mother. Not you. Not even a family picture. He loved your mother dearly, but never you. Your mother died when you were a teenager. And from then on, it felt like he was punishing you. For a mistake that hurt you just the same.

After some time, one of your husband's men came and told you that they were waiting for you in the car. You followed him down. You couldn't hide your surprise when your father told you he would be joining on the way because his car broke. You didn't believe him, but who were you to object?

The ride was silent. You could feel something wasn't right, but you didn't say anything. If something was bothering Brock, then you would be the first to know when you got home. Unfortunately, it took you a bit to notice that you weren't on your way home. You were taking another route, and suddenly, you were on a deserted road. You tried to calm down. But Brock's voice ordering the driver to stop made you more nervous. Then he ordered you to go out. And you followed right away. Brock wasn't the guy to disobey.

The three of you got out of the car to stand on the deserted road. Then you noticed the car filled with Rumlow's men who had been following you. You looked around, trying to get any idea of what you were doing here. You gasped loudly when you saw your father punch Brock in the face. Brock's laugh made you stand still in your place. He turned to your father with the most evil smile you had ever seen, and he punched him too. You moved back when the punching continued. You looked at the men standing by the car, but none of them moved. It was like only you could see what was happening. But Brock and your father kept punching at each other until they drew blood.

Then Rumlow turned to you as he wiped the blood from his mouth. You couldn't possibly understand what was happening right now. You were too scared and confused. The next thing you felt was Brock's hand slapping you. Your head turned to the other side after the impact. You yelped as Brock grabbed a handful of your hair.

"You think you can do this to me, bitch?" Despite the smile on his face, you could tell Brock was angry.

"You think you are so clever that I wouldn't know." His grip on your hair tightened as he slapped again.

"Brock, what are you talking about?" You were holding his hand, trying to get away.

"Acting stupid too, ha." He hit you, and you couldn't help but cry out.

"Don't want to talk?" He hit you again. There was no winning with Rumlow. Whether you talked back or stayed silent, he still got angrier. You learned that the hard way.

"You and Barnes." He got tired of your silence, so he told you as he continued to hit you.

"What do you mean, me and Barnes? I have nothing to do with Barnes." You said it between your tears. Somehow, that angered him more. He threw you on the rocks, which left small cuts on all your exposed skin.

"You think I don't know about your history with him?. That you spent years loving him?" Brock's words almost sent you into a heart attack. Had he known all these years? Was this why he had been treating you like this?

"That you don't sleep next to me, thinking about him." Brock hit you with his feet, causing you to scream.

"Brock, I swear nothing has happened since we got married. I only saw him when you were there." You tried to defend yourself. Yes,you still loved Bucky, but your relationship ended before the marriage.

"Is that why he had his hands all over you at the party?" If Brock saw it, then you were as good as dead.

"I swear it's not how it looked." You didn't know what you could say, but you had to save yourself.

"Shut up." Rumlow leaned down to continue his aggressive assault on you. All while your father and men watched.

Once he was done, you were in so much pain, crying loudly. You didn't know how you were going to get out this time.

"But thanks to your stupid ass. I can finally have what I want." Rumlow said as he got up to stand next to your father.

"See if you died, and it turns out Barnes was the one to kill you. The city will be ours. It's a win without war."

"Oh, and why did Barnes kill you? To get rid of you because you wouldn't leave with him."

You tried to process how someone could be so evil, but you didn't understand. And fate hated you so much to get you stuck with them. Rumlow calling out with man made you flinch. As Josh, one of his loyal men, stood behind him, your mind quickly followed up on what was about to happen.

"No. No, Brock, you don't understand." You began to beg for your life in between your tears and sobs.

"Oh, I understand. It's two birds with one stone." His evil smirk made your bruised skin crawl.

"You know what to do, Josh." Rumlow ordered the man , as he was about to leave.

"No, Brock, please." You got up quickly despite the shooting pain in your body.

"Please, Brock, don't. I will do whatever you want me to do." You were used to begging, Rumlow. To stop hitting you. Stop touching you. It was nothing new. However, this time, you were begging for your life.

He threw you one more time on the ground and moved to get in the other car. You called out for your father, screaming for him to help you. But he didn't even give you a second look. If he hated you so much, why did he even have you? To watch as another man kills you. Quite literally.

Your sobs became so loud as Josh brought his gun out, and the engine of the car started and then drove away. Tears were like falls on your face. You couldn't believe that was it. Your life was about to end. Alone, scared, and betrayed. Maybe, finally, you would have real peace.

You tried to stop crying when Josh lifted the gun to your face. You are going to die. And it hurt knowing you had achieved nothing. You spent your whole life trapped and suffering. The only time you were free was when you were with Bucky. Bucky. You wish you could warn him. You wish you could tell him you loved him. One last time.

You put your hand on your mouth to console your sobs as you prepare yourself for death. You screamed as the shots were fired from the gun.

You waited for the pain to hit. To feel the blood. To see the light. All of it. But there was nothing. You lifted your head to look at Josh. He had the gun aimed above your head. He never meant to shoot you. You looked at him, baffled. He brought the gun back to its holster and threw you a phone.

"You make one call, then destroy it." He instructed you. You can only nod.

"And don't show yourself." He continued as he looked at the road to make sure nobody was there. He looked at you one more time before he went to the car you were in.

"Thank you." You spoke weakly. He saved your life. It's the least you can do. He smiled at you as he drove off.

You took the phone off the ground with shaky hands. You opened the screen and went to the contacts. But who could you possibly call? Fortunately, you only memorised one number, and it happened to be the number of the only person who could help you.

You dialled the number you knew by heart from your dating days, hoping he hadn't changed it. You couldn't help the sob that broke out of you when his sleepy voice reached your ears.

"Bucky, help me, please."

Bucky was driving like a madman. The second he heard your crying voice on the phone, he shot out of bed. He was glad he trusted his gut and answered the unknown number. It was a matter of seconds before he was out of the house and driving to the location you sent him. He tried to keep you on the phone, but it went off. Bucky has never driven faster in his life. He needed to get to you.

The location led him to a deserted road. He didn't care what happened or how you ended up here. If you called him, that meant one thing. The situation was so bad. So he had to get you somewhere safe immediately.

Bucky saw one car parked by the side of the road and two men who looked like punks who just got out of prison. The men were standing outside the car, hovering over a girl, trying to take her with them. Bucky could hear your screaming.

Bucky didn't even care to park the car correctly. He got out, brought his gun out, and shot the men dead. No hesitation. No thought.

You turned quietly to Bucky, and despite the dim light, he could see your state. Smudged mascara. Tears stained cheeks. Bruises and marks on your face, neck, and arms. Multiple cuts on your clothes. Bucky could feel the rage running through his body. Uncontrollable anger. Bucky wanted to go on a killing spree. Hunting down those who dared to do this to you. But now wasn't the time. You needed him.

Bucky called your name softly as he moved towards you. He didn't want to disturb you anymore.

"It's just me." He tried to reassure you that he was here now.

"Bucky." You whispered his name to make sure it was really his.

"Yes, doll." The use of a unique pet name was a good call. Because only Bucky has ever called you this. It was associated with happy and comforting feelings.

And it was like the pet name stirred everything once more. You started crying again, almost falling to the ground, but this time Bucky caught you in his arms. You were crying hysterically, holding onto Bucky like he was all you had. It was true. He was all you had.

"I'm here, doll. Nobody is going to hurt you anymore. You are safe now." Bucky kept whispering sweet, comforting words to your ears as you wept and clung to him.

But he meant it. Nobody was ever going to touch you again. Even if it meant war. He didn't care. You are all that matters. And you were back in his arms.

After a bit of time, Bucky was able to get you into the passenger seat of his car. Your crying had stopped, but your sniffles filled the car. You held Bucky's hand with both of your hands, resting it on your lap. Both of you needed the simple touch. You needed to know you weren't alone. That you had someone to hold onto. And Bucky needed to feel you. He needed to make sure you were right by his side. That you were safe. He would keep you safe.

Bucky stopped the car in front of his mansion. He didn't waste any time. He got out of the car and went to your side. He opened the passenger's door and carried you bridal style. You rested your head on his chest. His heartbeats were soothing. It was strange how the second you stepped foot in his house, feelings of comfort and security engulfed you like a warm blanket. This house was filled with good memories and happy moments. Despite being in pain, being with Bucky made it easier than usual.

You failed to notice the other presence who had been following you up since you got inside until Bucky put you softly on a bed. Bucky immediately took in your unease when you saw the other man. He was quick to reassure you that it was Bruce, a friend of his who was a doctor and was here to check on you. Bucky texted Bruce to come over once you got in the car. You tried telling him that it was nothing, but he didn't bother to listen. He needed to be sure you were okay. Physically, at least.

Bucky knew he should have left the room and given you some privacy, but he just couldn't. He was already holding himself back from telling Bruce to check on you while you were in his arms. He was unbelievably desperate for you. And desperate to make sure you were safe. This is why he had to control his breathing whenever you winced or groaned in pain as Bruce was patching you. Bucky was going to make them all pay for ever hurting you.

After Bruce had finished patching you up and reassuring Bucky that you didn't need to go to the hospital, you just needed rest, Bucky led Bruce outside and came back to you right away. It was like he could read your mind. He showed you the en-suite bathroom and told you to take your time. You closed the bathroom door to be faced with the big mirror. You had looked worse before. You had been beaten up way worse before. But this time, it somehow hurt more. You didn't know if it was your father's willingness to kill you, if it was the gun pointed at your head, or if it was being alone on a deserted road in the middle of the night. Or maybe if it was all

You shook the thoughts away as you moved to turn on the water and set the temperature. Then you stripped off your clothes and threw them in the corner, and you stepped under water. It was comforting to feel the water on your bruised skin. To let the water wash out all the remains of this terrible night.

While you were taking the shower, Bucky left some of his most comfortable clothes on the bed for you. He changed his clothes into a t-shirt and sweatpants, then went to the kitchen to get you a bottle of water and some snacks. He got back upstairs, and when he couldn't hear the water running, he knocked on the door.

You smiled pathetically at yourself as you finished putting on the hoodie. It had been so long since someone had asked for permission to enter your room. You let Bucky in. The sight of you in Bucky's clothes was heartwarming. You still never managed to fit into his clothes. They always looked so big on you. And he always loved it, too. How he missed this sight. He would never forgive himself for letting this happen to you. But he was going to make it right.

Both of you sat on the coach that occupied a part of the room. You sat in silence as he forced you to eat something. You were surprised to see him hand you your favourite snack. But Bucky had always been thoughtful, especially when it came to you. He then handed you the bottle of water, which you almost chucked right away.

"Thank you." You were the first to break the silence. You didn't know if you meant for the snack and water or for everything. Bucky assured you that it was nothing.

You gathered every bit of courage you had in your body to speak your next words.

"I can leave if you want to." With all your courage, it still came out like a whisper.

"What do you mean?" Bucky didn't try to hide his confusion.

"I will find somewhere else. This is so messy. I will understand if you don't want to be involved." You tried to let your voice be strong and stop the shakiness, but failed miserably.

Bucky couldn't believe his ears. How selfless did you have to be to ask something like this? How oblivious were you to his undying love for you that you thought he wouldn't burn down the world to ashes for you? He would walk through hellfire and over oceans for you.

"Sweetheart, you aren't going anywhere." He still didn't know what happened, but from the looks of it, it wasn't good. And nowhere seemed safe enough for him other than his own house under his watch.

"If it involves you, that means it involves me as well. No matter how bad it is, you will never face it by yourself. Not anymore. I will be damned if I let you walk away again." Bucky was a wise man who learned from his mistakes, and watching you leave was his biggest regret. So he had no intention of letting you

You couldn't help but smile at him weakly but it was a genuine smile that made its way to your face. After a long day of betrayal, Bucky made you feel wanted. And you were thankful.

After putting away the stuff on a nearby table, Bucky helped you move and lay on the bed. As he was about to leave the room, thinking it was what you wanted, you grabbed his hand. He turned to look at you, and his heart almost broke. You looked so vulnerable, like a lost kid in the big park. Your eyes were finally showing their truth. Deep hurt and fear. You were scared to be alone. And Bucky understood. Without a word, he joined you in bed, pulling you closer to him and wrapping his arms around you protectively. He laid a soft kiss on your forehead as a sign that he was here now.

Wearing his clothes and being in his arms, you were surrounded by Bucky. And it felt too good. It felt like a dream. Maybe Josh did kill you and ended up in heaven. Because after all you had been through, that was it. The most peaceful you had been in a long time You couldn't help but think of how you were ripped away from this to be thrown into the wild by yourself. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was the possibility of losing Bucky again.

The idea was scary. More scary than before. Because now you know what life looks like without him. It was unbearable. You found yourself nuzzling closer to him as if you were trying to disappear from the world inside of him. Unknowingly to you, your thoughts came out as hot tears that Bucky felt on his neck.

"I've got you now, doll." Bucky pulled you impossibly closer to him, rubbing his hand up and down your back with soft kisses to your hair.

You finally gave up and let down your guard, admitting that you could no longer take it. Your unfair life was no longer fit for you. That here with Bucky was where you belonged.

"I missed you."

You kept your eyes closed a bit longer. Maybe you would fall asleep again. When you didn't, you opened your eyes slowly, adjusting to the lights. It took your mind a moment to keep up with what happened and where you were, but the ache in your body served as a reminder. The feeling wasn't unfamiliar. It was the only thing you had ever felt for two years straight. You knew how to deal with it, how to live with it, and how to hide it.

However, this time felt different. Pain wasn't the only thing you were feeling. You didn't know how to describe it. But you felt relaxed in some ways. Maybe because that was the best night's sleep you had in a very long time. It was nice falling asleep in the arms of a man you didn't fear and spend your night afraid he might snap any minute. You fell asleep with a man who was always the only one to make you feel loved, appreciated, and, most importantly, safe. You felt safe with Bucky. A feeling that became so foreign to you. Having it back was pleasing.

It could be easy to just ravish in the comfort of these secure emotions. But you were realistic. You knew they were in for the short term. Your life would eventually catch up to you. If Brock and your father found that you were still alive, the outcome would be catastrophic.

You sat up, resting your back on the headboard, letting your mind race between the what-nows and what-ifs. Could you survive this, or was this your convalescence before death? You didn't know.

The soft knock on the door brought you out of your thoughts. You turned to the door as it opened to show Bucky, still in his home clothes. You reassured him quickly that you were already awake before he started apologising for waking you. Bucky started talking about how he prepared food if you wanted it or if you wanted to come down or just stay in bed. But you interrupted him.

"Bucky, you should know what happened last night." He was being too sweet and caring. He should know what he was getting himself into.

Bucky signed and came to sit next to you on the bed, keeping a little distance between you.

"You don't have to tell me now. Whenever you're ready." Bucky didn't care about anything other than your wellbeing.

"I think you have to know." You could feel yourself wanting to shrink away, but you had to tell him. He was at risk as well.

Before you could start telling him what happened, he spoke first.

"Just so you know. Whatever happened, whatever you say, It will change nothing. I'm neither leaving nor letting you leave. If I have to stand in front of the devil, I will do it." Bucky didn't have a problem saying it a million times. He needed you to be sure. He's got you. No matter how ugly it was.

You smiled thankfully at him. But despite being thankful, you hated how willing he was to risk it all for you because you loved him just as much as he did. You breathed heavily as you started telling him what happened.

You tried to give him as many details as you could recall. Everything from your father's call until you called him As you were talking, your voice began to shake, and your eyes were watering. You immediately felt Bucky's hand holding yours, fingers intertwined. He would draw small circles on your palm whenever it got hard to talk.

Bucky listened with full attention, not missing a thing that came out of your mouth. It was so hard to keep his anger inside, to not let emotions take over and burn down the city, but he was aware that now wasn't the right time. He needed to think straight. With all the information you filled him in with. Rumlow and Pierce knew about the both of you, and they already had a plan in motion to get rid of him. He was already in danger. However, he would keep you safe even if it cost his life.

The most important question for him was why Josh let you go and didn't listen to his boss. He needed to know if this was a trap, and both of you walked right into it. But you had a good answer. Rumlow was a cheap man regarding his men. He barely paid them enough. And you knew about this right away. And Josh was no different from Rumlow's way of working. So when Josh's little brother fell ill and needed money for surgery and medication, Rumlow didn't even consider it. You, on the other hand, gave him all he needed and a bit more once you found out. You even went and visited his brother in the hospital and brought him gifts. And it wasn't just Josh. You did this with all Rumlow's men and the housemaids. You were helping whoever needed it. You kept it all from Rumlow because you knew the consequences wouldn't be pretty. You couldn't help or save yourself, so you found serenity in helping others. A way to give what nobody could ever give you. But here you were. An act of kindness saved your life.

Bucky couldn't say he was surprised. Your kindness and good heart were what drew him to you in the first place. You didn't fit in this world. You were too good. Even in your darkest time, you managed to be the light for others.

So he promised you and himself that you would not shed a single tear again. That nobody was going to touch you again. And those who did were going to pay. Before you could stop him and tell him it wasn't worth it, he told you it wasn't up for discussion.

It was personal since he found out, but now that he knew Rumlow knew about your relationship and he still chose to hurt you. It became revenge.

You couldn't help the smile when he told you that he would handle everything and that you didn't have anything to worry about. You tried to tell him how impossible that was, but he knew how to silence you.

"They are coming for me now anyway. So let this be my problem while you rest."

And you listened to him. You spent the rest of the day with Bucky doing nothing. He took care of everything. Whatever you wanted came right to you. And you got to keep his company, which was something you missed dearly. Light conversations were going on between the both of you. You expected some awkwardness, but there was none. You felt at home. You were home.

After taking the medication that Bruce prescribed for you to help your recovery, you felt a little sleepy. He brought you back to the bedroom, telling you to let him know if you wanted anything. You thanked him, feeling truly grateful for all his help.

After you went to bed, he sat in his office, trying to figure out a plan. What should the next move be? He needed to play this wisely. He was interrupted by Steve and Sam's arrival. They showed up to find out why he didn't come to work today. Even if they could tell his excuse was a ridiculous lie, they didn't call him out for it. Bucky didn't want to tell them what had happened just yet. He trusted the two men with his life. But this was your life. He was extra careful.

However, his wishes didn't come true.

After Steve and Sam had stayed to hang out for some time, They heard noise coming from right outside the mansion. They left the office to be greeted with a very angry-looking Brock Rumlow and Alexander Pierce shouting at Bucky's men to let them in. Bucky took the lead, with his bestfriends following behind.

"Gentlemen, to what do I own the honour?" Even though Bucky had a pretty good idea why they were here, it was his time to put on his best act.

"Where the hell is my wife, Barnes?" Rumlow shouted as he pushed the man to go stand in front of Bucky.

"Why would I know this?" Bucky put his hands in his pockets to avoid punching Rumlow in the face.

"You know damn well why. Where is she? What have you done to her?" Bucky wanted to laugh at Rumlow's fake act of the worrisome husband.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." He wanted to see how this was going to play out.

"Like you didn't send your men on us last night and take my daughter." Pierce moved to join Rumlow, facing Bucky.

"No, I didn't." Bucky could see the cuts both men had on their faces. It must be from the punching session you talked about.

"Only you could pull a stunt like this."

"I have no reason to do so."

"Because you're still mad, she chose me over you. Your ego can't take it."

"I have no idea what you are talking about."

"She told me, Barnes. You like her and have been harassing her to get with you. And you took her. Where is she?"

"None of this is true. I only have respect for Mrs. Rumlow. That's all."

"So you aren't going to tell us where she is?"

"If I find anything, I won't hesitate to inform you."

"You are playing a dangerous game. If anything happened to my daughter, you wouldn't stand a chance."

"Let me know if there is anything I can do to help."

With a fake smile on their faces, Pierce and Rumlow left. They really stuck to their act. The loving husband and caring father It was laughable. Painting him as the bad guy was a smart move. He would give them that. However, he was smarter than them.

He turned to find Sam and Steve looking at him suspiciously. For someone to find out the love of his life was missing, he was too calm. And his reaction to the whole encounter was telling them that something was off.

Without a word, Bucky excused himself to go upstairs. He went straight to the room you were occupying. He needed to check on you. He walked in after knocking. The sound of the water was the only thing to stop his panic when he came in and saw the empty bed. He turned around when he heard the unlocking of the bathroom's door.

"Hey." You spoke with a smile when you saw him standing in the middle of the room.

"Hey. How are you feeling now?" He didn't hide how his eyes kept moving all over your body to check on you.

"Better. Thanks," you answered him with a soft voice.

"I thought I heard....." You were the first to bring up the real reason why he was here.

"Nothing. It was nothing." Bucky didn't let you finish.

"Like I said. You have nothing to worry about." He was quick to reassure you.

"Thank you." You lost count of how many times you said the word in less than a day. But you were truly thankful.

"Why don't you continue your nap while I make dinner for when you wake up?" You almost wanted to cry. Nobody ever cared this much. Expect Bucky. It had always been Bucky.

Bucky left the room as you made your way back to the bed. He smiled at you before he closed the door.

If it wasn't for his steady personality, he would have screamed like a baby when he turned to see Steve and Sam standing outside your door with the same suspicious look on their faces.

"Is there something we should know, Bucky?" Steve spoke first, knowing his friend was already hiding something.

With a sigh, Bucky knew he had to tell And he did.

"I can't ask you to help me with this. You have families and people you care about. But she is my family. I can't turn my back on her again." Bucky spoke after he had finished telling them what happened. It was going to be risky, and he didn't want to force his bestfriend to feel like they had to join him.

"So what are we doing next?" Both Steve and Sam knew they didn't need to talk to make a decision. They were kind of offended when Bucky suggested they wouldn't back him up instantly. Yes, both had families. Bucky was a big part of this family. So this was their fight, too.

"I don't know." Bucky gave them an honest answer. He didn't know what the right next move should be.

"It's quite clear, Barnes." A fourth voice added. The three men turned around quickly, hands ready on their guns.

"What are you doing here, Fury?" It seemed lots of people were remembering Bucky today.

"I just wanted to check on you." Nick walked in to sit on the big couch in the office, facing three of them.

"What do you want?" Bucky didn't have time for whatever game Nick was playing.

"Nothing. Just want to check on the girl and see what you are going to do next?" Bucky knew better than to let his surprise show.

"What girl?" He kept the neutral tone and expression up.

"Pierce's daughter." Maybe Nick is here to trick him. At the end of the day, nobody really knew where Nick Fury's allegiance lay.

"I said.."

"I know you were the one who went and got her last night. After Pierce and Rumlow left her."

Silence filled the place for a few seconds. The three of them are trying to process Nick's words. He knew?

"How do you..."

"I know everything. I know what Pierce and Rumlow were planning to do. I didn't know when. So I threw you the information about their marriage."

In any other situation, the stunned reaction the three men held would be very funny.

"What? Do you think I go around talking about other people's business? You needed to know. So you can move. So when this happened, the girl had somewhere to go."

"What made you think I would help her?"

"Cut the crap, James. You're in love with her. You love her so much that you wouldn't have had a problem standing in front of Alexander to marry her. If it wasn't for Rumlow,"

It appeared that Bucky didn't do a good job at hiding your relationship back then.

"So you knew they were going to kill her and did nothing?" He couldn't help the venom filling his voice as his mind caught on to Nick's words. He put you in danger.

"I knew they were going to let some of their men do it. I knew their men loved and respected her. They wouldn't do it."

"You couldn't be sure of this."

"They didn't do it, did they?"

"Why are you here, Nick?"

"To help you take down Pierce and Rumlow once and for all. Because if someone can do it, it can only be you."

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Hello Fall!! (It’s also my birthday month)500 Follower Celebration!

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest//Google.

Greetings and salutations my darling friends!

As you gathered from the title, I have reached the milestone of 500 lovely friends AND it is also my birthday month (it’s the 29th, write that down. Kidding, I’m kidding!) Anyway, I thought it would be fun to do a little celebration. It’s also my favorite time of year, it’s filled with apple picking, cider, pretty leaves, Halloween, all things flannel and all things cozy.

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For those that have followed me for awhile and participated in one of these before, I’ll leave my rules under the cut and thank you all so much for your friendships, kind words and continued support. It really means so much to me 💕

So you know the drill by now but if you don’t, here’s the deal…I love doing these but I need you help so please like and reblog this post. I don’t bite so if you feel like sending something in, please go for it!

You don’t HAVE to follow me to participate but I would love it if you did!

Send in as many as you’d like

My very handsome men that I write for are Billy Russo, Matt Murdock, Brock Rumlow, Dean Winchester, and a little bit for Donald Pierce and Leo Barnes

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My Favorite Color is Fall

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Cake, Candles, and Lots of Smiles

Since it is my birthday month, I’ll leave some birthday prompts under this…

Birthday Cute

Birthday Fluff

Time To Celebrate

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#ericca’s 500 follower celebration #thank you!!#lovely friends #really and truly thank you #happy birthday to me

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ao3feed-hydrahusbands · 3 months ago

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Want to be perfect (Untouchable like the sky)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/f3EecoU by Anonymous How did Rumlow get where he is? What did it take for him to get there? I just needed Brock Rumlow's whole life written out before me. Title from the song 'Dark Room' by Foreign Figures Words: 2296, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Captain America (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Brock Rumlow, Brock Rumlow's Mother, Jack Rollins, Original Male Character(s), Hydra Agents Relationships: Brock Rumlow/Original Male Character(s), Jack Rollins/Brock Rumlow Additional Tags: Age Difference, POV Brock Rumlow, Bottom Brock Rumlow, Rape/Non-con Elements, Extremely Dubious Consent, Dubious Consent, Minor Character Death, Non-Consensual Blow Jobs, Brock Rumlow Has a Bad Time, Grooming read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/f3EecoU

#ao3feed #Hydra Husbands #Rumrollins #Jack Rollins #Brock Rumlow

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ao3feed-sambucky · 5 months ago

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Sam Wilson and the Case of the Damisa-Sarki Habit

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/SwHjz2U by Writer_Lethogica Sam Wilson is a private eye who specializes in art theft. His current case has put him against the infamous White Wolf. Or so everyone thinks... EXCERPT: “This must be a dream come true,” said Nat with a smirk, “Or fanfiction becoming reality. Do you write self-insert RPF with him in it? I bet you do.” Sam rolled his eyes, turning to Nat. “Stop being a dick, I just keep up with the ongoing investigation. I’m not, like, obsessed or something.” “Oh, you’re definitely obsessed, don’t even try to front here, Wilson.” Sam wouldn’t say he was obsessed. He just found the White Wolf fascinating. No one even had an idea about who the White Wolf was. Nationality, gender, reasoning; no one had a clue and leads ran dry almost immediately on the cases. Sam had a few theories on why the White Wolf did the things that they did, but the theories weren’t conclusive, mostly speculation. Words: 3431, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English Series: Part 48 of SamBucky One-Shots Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Misty Knight, Elvin Haliday, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sharon Carter (Marvel), John Walker (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Peter Parker, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Brock Rumlow, Georges Batroc, Nakia (Black Panther), Sinthea Schmidt Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Additional Tags: full beta we survive like final girls, POV Sam Wilson (Marvel), Meet-Cute, Mission Fic, Detective Sam Wilson (Marvel), Thief Bucky Barnes, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Getting to Know Each Other, Dorks in Love read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/SwHjz2U

#Bucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #James Barnes #Falcon #SamBucky #BuckySam #IFTTT #ao3feed

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iceandironbars · 10 months ago

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I decided to start with the second fic.

HTP fic, multiple chapters. Explicit, violent, plot heavy, possessive love story/porn vibe.

Taking place mainly in Madripoor, post Endgame, pre TFATWS/instead of TFATWS/after TFATWS (not sure yet).

Characters: clueless bitter prison escapee Zemo, enhanced sugar daddy club owner Rumlow (Lagos explosion didn't happen), mindless and done with life Soldier, several detailed and original side characters.

Plot: After refusing to be his handler, Zemo reconsiders and follows the Soldier to Madripoor, finding him in possession of former Hydra Commander Brock Rumlow, who demonstrates Zemo in great detail what being the Soldier's handler entails. A tug of war between the two of them follows, developing into an intricate triangle relationship (sub Soldier, dom Rumlow, switch Zemo).

I worked out the rough layout and it's probably gonna be at least 17 Chapters, maybe 3 extra chapters after the main story from different POVs at different points in the story. The general POV will be Zemo.

I still try to pick between these two titles, let me know which one you like more or if you have other ideas!

#winter soldier #bucky barnes #brock rumlow #hydra trash party #marvel #winterbones #hydra #mcu #crossbones #baron zemo #helmut zemo #winterbaron #baronbones #fanfic

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darkdoverpseeker · 1 year ago

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⧗ 🕊️ hi! i’m 25+, she/her. looking for mun and muse both 21+ only, seeking an mxf marvel cinematic universe ship. i’m looking for natasha x canon/oc, or yelena x canon/oc.

i’m looking to play either natasha romanoff or yelena belova, and i would love to explore their times in the red room. sort of along the hydra trash party theme. i’m open to playing with a winter soldier era bucky barnes, brock rumlow, alexander pierce, jack rollins, or an oc hydra agent. we may decide later to venture into a happy ending type thing with someone like steve or bucky, but that’s in the future if we both want to.

dark/dead dove themes (dubcon, noncon) included, kink friendly, love most bdsm themes. no gore or vore or bathroom stuff.

i’ve been roleplaying for 10+ years. i prefer writing about a couple of paragraphs, 1-4 typically but i can do longer or shorter sometimes. third person pov, past tense. discord 1x1 only. leave a like and i’ll reach out! thanks xx

like if interested!

#cc x cc #oc x cc #m x f #1x1 rp #marvel roleplay #marvel rp #mcu rp #mcu roleplay #dead dove #dead dove do not eat #noncon tw #spicy #discord rp #21+#roleplay #rp

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ao3feed-steggy · 10 months ago

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The Appointment

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/tBNqZFQ by CapandCarter Peggy has a new job as a masseuse and is building up her clientele. When a schedule issue comes up, she takes on a reluctant client with a secret. Words: 7197, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English Series: Part 45 of Steve & Peggy AU Collection Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Agent Carter (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Maria Hill, Brock Rumlow Relationships: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Happy Valentine's Day I Guess?, Modern Era, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, POV Peggy Carter, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Creepy Brock Rumlow, The Masseuse AU no one asked for read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/tBNqZFQ

#ao3feed #steggy #steggy fic

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ex0rin · 2 years ago

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WIP Game

tagged by @winterbonesthings and haaaaaaa okay 😰

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I am absolutely not tagging as many people as I have WIPs... and I'm only including HTP and TFATWS because that's what I'm most interested in writing rn (otherwise I have about NINE additional folders?)

Tagging: @sparklingbinjuice @unlikelymilliner @the-ravening @sequencefairy @crushcandles and whoever else!

Under a cut for... length:

HTP:

Won't Leave pt2 Brock 'n Roll Five Senses Something (something) Untitled Winterbones gun preCATWS Winterbones + Cole Place in the Dark Gunsmut tagteam Croquembouche pt2 Dogshow Drunk Winterbones Dusty boots Handfeeding Hi. This is smut. Kink Ask Meme Kink Meme 2023 Merry Whump of May Sex Worker Bucky Reverse Winterbones Rumlow - body worship Rumlow being reared for the soldier ShieldBones Sparring winterbones STRIKE TEAM The Hand That Feeds Untitled2 Virgin soldier WalkerBones Whumpcember 2022 Winterbones - more boots Winterbones + Cole rd2 Winterbones alpha-beta-omega Winterbones electrocution Winterbones blowjob lessons WinterWalker shield fight Young!WalkerBones Young!Rumlow/Soldier

TFATWS

420 fic Bootkink pt2 Winterbaron snippets Have You Any pt4 Heinrich, WinterBaron HTP: WinterWalker Nagel/Zemo Olivia/Lemar/Walker Sad Walkerbation SamBucky??? Selby Scene - Sam POV Sugarbaby Torres TorresBarnes Untitled3 Walker/FlagSmasher Walkerbation WalkerPuppy Winterbaron MDMA WinterBaron riding crop WinterBaron sparring WinterBaron vibeplug WinterBaronVenom WinterBaronVenom2 WinterBaronWalker: it's Bucky's turn winterwalker fight Zemo Gets Wrecked Zemo Masturbation Zemo/Raft Guards pt2

#cara writes #or does she just start fics and never finish?#ask meme #writer meme #tag game

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psychiccatpanda · 2 months ago

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes & Brock Rumlow, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, Steve Rogers & Brock Rumlow Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Brock Rumlow, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Kate Bishop, Lucky (Hawkeye) Additional Tags: Werewolf Bucky Barnes, Protective Bucky Barnes, POV Brock Rumlow, Brock Rumlow Needs a Hug, Sleepy Cuddles, Platonic Cuddling, Brock Rumlow Not Being An Asshole, Brock Rumlow Has Issues, Steve Rogers Feels, Communication, Developing Friendships, Enemies to Friends, Past Violence Summary:

Brock Rumlow lives at the Avengers Compound. It's a safety measure for the Avengers because that's also where Bucky Barnes lives now, and Brock is the handler with the most success with Barnes' wolf alter-ego, Winter.

The Avengers have never seen Winter and have had trouble believing that Brock's anything other than a reminder of Bucky's 'bad old days' in Hydra. Until they meet Winter.

And maybe afterward, that icy, uneasy tolerance between Brock and the rest of the Compound's residents might start to thaw.

#year of winterbones #brock & bucky #bucky is a werewolf #brock & steve #brock rumlow pov

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talia-rumlow · 2 years ago

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My Saviour (Rumlow X Reader) Chapter Sixtythree - I´m So Sorry!

Rumlow's pov:

The smoke filling the room makes it impossible to see clearly. He tried to reach for you, when you came over, but he couldn't reach you. And then he saw Rollins getting you down on the floor, shielding you. Thank you, Rollins. He thinks, before he empties his gun towards the guys shooting up the room. It's almost impossible to see who's who. He can only hope that he didn't shoot any of his own.

Change the magazine, two seconds looking away, that's all it took. He saw your eyes for two seconds, before a set of rounds hit his west, knocked him down. The knife wound from before makes it impossible to get back up. Did he hear a scream? Was it you? He looks around. Please, Jack, please get her out. Do your part. Don't try to be a hero now. Don't make her lose both of us.

Something touches his hand. Trying to grab it, before it gets dragged away. Get them out of here, Jack! Get my girls out! Another scream, you screaming his name. Pretend to be dead, Brock. Stay still, don't move. You're strong, you can make this. Please don't force me to leave them. Abigail isn't even born yet.

He stays still for something that feels like an eternity. Trying to think, to keep his head occupied, so he doesn't pass out. Slows his breathing down. Hoping for the best. "I hope she get's your eyes". "I was thinking, maybe Isabella, after your mom". God how he loves you. His whole life with you, that was his plan. And now Pierce was gone, by his hand, and your life together should have started now. He closes his eyes. It doesn't even hurt anymore.

- I always knew you were disloyal! And now I have you alone!

He can hear someone talking. The shooting stopped. No one is even moving around. Is it over? Maybe he has a chance to survive. He moves his head. One of Pierces guys stands over Dixon. Pointing his gun at him. Click, as he arms it. Brock takes a breath. You and Abigail are the only two people in his head. What kind of father will I ever be, if I can't even save a friend, an ally? What will Abigail think of her father if he chickened out in this situation? What would you think? With his last remaining energy, Brock lifts his gun. Steadying himself, so he has a clean shot.

- He's not alone!

BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!

5 shots fired, before the Agent goes down, Dixon looks over at him, sends him a thankful smile, and nods his head. Brock takes a breath. I love you both, YN. You and Abigail. I'm so sorry. That's the last thing he manages to think, before everything goes pitch black.....

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The smell of the roasted turkey reaches your nostrils, as you rock yourself back and forth in the rocking chair and look down on the little bundle of joy feeding in your lap. You're lucky, you feel lucky. To have Abigail and Jack in your life. After everything that has happened in your life, up until this point, you feel contempt here. Celebrating Thanksgiving with good friends, and the people you love the most. You couldn't really ask for more. Well, maybe one more thing..

Footsteps behind you, along with a bit of the cold air from outside.

- Now, YN! If you're sitting here, feeding the little one. Who is making that delicious food I can smell from the kitchen?

You look up at Dixon, and smile at him.

- That would be your wife, Marcus. And I can't wait to taste her famous mashed potatoes I've heard so much about.

Dixon takes off his shoes, before he looks down at the little one.

- You just wait until you taste her gravy. It is the best there is.

- I'm sure it is, Marcus. But anyway you're biast.

You say with a little laugh, as you get up from the chair, and place the baby back in the crib.

- Let's see if your wife needs some help, setting the table. The guys will be here any second.

Dixon follows you into the kitchen, and gives his wife a hug and a kiss. You look at them. Married for all those years, and still so much in love. And you can't help but wonder if you'll ever get that. Marriage was never actually on your mind. You never actually thought you'd ever want to get married. After everything with your parents, David, the congregation, all of that. Marriage always felt like a prison rather than a union. But now, here, today, looking at how happy Marcus and his wife are. Maybe you do want marriage.

You take a look at the table, already set for all of you.

- I'm sorry that I couldn't help more. How did you manage this all by yourself?

Dixons wife gives you a warm hug.

- Oh, YN. I have a husband and two kids. That will make you learn how to multitask. You just wait and see.

A soft cry sounds from the living room. You turn to go out there, when you hear Jacks voice.

- Hi little one. Did you wake up? Did you miss your uncle, Jack.... Thank God you look like your mother.

Oh, please, not that again. That joke never gets old. Dixons wife looks at you, and gestures for you to walk out to Jack.

- Yeah, yeah.. I know you guys share a name, but Jack! I'm still his dad.

You get between Jack and Brock. Look at them both.

- Hey! No fighting in front of the baby. What took you so long?

As soon as BabyJack hears your voice he cries for you, so Jack gives him back. He calms down the instant you wrap your arms around him. Carefully rocking him in your arms.

- I just needed to take care of something.

Brock says, before leaning down and giving you a soft kiss.

- On thanksgiving?

You ask, before he gives you yet another kiss.

- Yes. Is dinner ready?

- Yees..

You say, looking after Brock. Jack is standing next to you, smiling from ear to ear. You look up at him. He looks back.

- I'm not saying anything!

You tilt your head a little.

- If I had more time you would.

He laughs a little. Before he helps you bring the crib into the kitchen.

- Brock. Would you wheel in Abbi and the rest of the big kids?

Brock smiles to you.

- She's three, YN. I'm not ready to call her big yet.

Once again he leans down, to place a kiss on your lips. Lingers close to your face for a bit.

- She thinks she is. She asked to borrow your t-shirt this morning.

You say, as you put the now sleeping baby down in his crib.

Brock wraps you in a hug.

- I'm sure it looked perfect on her, just like it does on you.

He whispers in your ear, as he lets his hands gently grab your behind.

- Oooook.. Public display of affection going on. You know you have a room upstairs for that, right?

Jack says with a small chuckle, as he brings his hands up to his face.

Brock turns around to face him with a grin, before pointing his index finger at him.

- YOU, go get yourself a girl. And let me have mine!

Then he once again, leans down to kiss you.

- Brock! Abbi.. The food is getting cold.

Brock smiles to you, rearranges his shirt, before slightly bending his knees, and turns towards the family room. You smile from what you know will happen next. The relationship Brock and Abigail have is the kind you always wanted to have with your dad. And now you finally get to watch it unfold every day.

- Ok, Abbi. Ready or not. Here I come!

Brock says, before stomping his feet to the floor. And you can hear a happy scream from the other room, and then a thump, as Abigail jumps behind the couch.

- Now, where are you, Abbi? Mommy says dinner is ready.

You can hear Abbi laughing behind the couch.

- Are you under the table?

Another laugh from behind the couch, as Brock leans down to look under the table. You laugh a bit, and shake your head. This is one of your favorite parts of the day. The before dinner routine.

- Are you behind the curtain?

Brock asks, as he lifts the curtains to look behind them.

- I'm here, Daddy!

You can hear, Abbi yell, before standing up, only the top of her head is visible from her hiding spot behind your couch.

- There you are, my little princess. I swear, one day I might not find you. Come on, want to take off and fly into the kitchen, and eat some food?

- Can we fly bumpy?

- You know it, princess..

You smile when you hear Brock making engine noises, before Abbi screams of joy, as he lifts her up. A short minute after, they enter the kitchen, and Brock does a touchdown with Abbi in her chair. Before once again giving you a kiss.

You take your places around the table. You take a good look at them all. Over the past three and a half year, you've all been through a lot. SHIELD fell, and everyone who worked there had to get new jobs. Thank God for Brock and Jacks military background. If not, you don't know what you would have done. They even got Dixon a new job. Yes, you were truly blessed.

Before you start with the food, Jack clears his throat.

- Well, Rumlow gave me the honour of starting this year. So I just want to say that I'm thankful for all of you. I'm thankful for YN and Brock. That let's me stay here. And I'm honoured that you chose to name our newest group member after me.

After Jack finishes his little speech. Everyone else follows. It's nice, this giving thanks thing. You never had a family growing up. And you imagine this is how a family feels like.

When Dixon is finished with his talk, you hear Abbi whispering something to Brock. You can't make out what it is. But you notice that Brock nods.

- Are you keeping secrets from mommy?

You look at Abigail. Smiling, to show her that it's ok. She smiles back.

- I was just asking daddy if we could give you your gift now.

You look at Brock. Smiling

- A gift, huh?

He nervously rubs his thighs.

- Err.. Yeah..

You look at him some more.

- You didn't buy that redicously expensive stroller, did you?

Brock clears his throat.

- No.. It was redicously expensive.. Err.. expensive. But it wasn't a stroller.

Brock keeps rubbing his thighs.

- It's just a ring, daddy. Mommy likes rings..

Jack laugh's a bit.

- Thankfully your amazing and innocent daughter knows how to break the ice.

Brock looks up at you.

- If it helps at all.. I'm gonna say yes.

You say, smiling so wide, your chin hurts.

- Yeah.. That helps a lot.

Brock says. Taking your hand.

- YN. Amazing, YN. Will you do me the honour of marrying me?

You don't say anything. And he just looks at you. And you can see the nervousness Welling up in his face.

- I still want to see the ring though..

Brock jumps. Letting go of your hands.

- Oh, yes... Yes, sure, of course.. The ring..

He gets it up from his pocket, and carefully places it on your finger. Before pulling you in for a kiss. Jack applauds, along with Dixon and his wife and kids.

- Now, can we please eat? I'm starving, and I seriously thought Brock would sit there, rubbing his thighs for the rest of the night. Good thing you have a trusty wing woman over there.

Jack nods his head towards Abbi. Brock looks from you to Abbi, and then back to you.

- Yeah.. She takes after her mama.

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