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judesficrecs · 3 months ago
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people need to write more zombie au's for my favorite characters
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the-superoriginal · 15 days ago
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Dead people walking
Summary: The Apocalypse is hard and brutal. Actual people are as fearful as the undead. Yet they also can be the best that can happen to you.
Warning: platonic!survivor!bucky, survivor!genderneutral!reader, slight horror and angst 'cause apocalypse, zombies, canon level violence and gore
A/N: October. Halloween. This oneshot is for that time. Or any time you want actually.
English is not my native language!
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You threw the halfway filled backpack through the small window and it hits the grass with a 'thud'. Instantly you strain your ears, trying to hear if one of the undead comes. But it's silent. Eerily silent even. Not a dog or cat or even a bird to hear. Two years ago that wouldn't have been the case. It would have been chaotic. Because two years ago the world was still fine. Normal. Everyone had been busy with chatting, travelling or simply existing.
But nobody was fighting for their lives, to simply survive from minute to minute. Not like this at least.
You squeezed yourself through the window, making sure you don't cut yourself on the broken glass. Blood would attract the walking corpses after all. And you couldn't have that of course. You landed on your feet beside your backpack nearly inaudible, sighing quietly out.
Snap.
Your head instantly jerks to the side and your eyes widened in panic as you hit the ground a second later. The air is knocked out of your lungs, but you hadn't the time to be stunned as the undead alright tries to bite you. His skin leather-like as it meets yours and one of his eyeballs were missing while his breath hits you. He stunk of dead and fresh blood.
Your rose one limp that was protected by a arm protector to try to get him off of you, but he was surprisingly strong. He is freshly turned and has just eaten. That wasn't good. Not at all. It meant there were a lot others not too far off. The undead were often in huge herds. That was one of the first things the world had learned. His nails scratched your skin suddenly and you clenched your jaw. It was fine. As long as he didn't bite you, that is.
That would turn you within in one day. Two if you had 'luck'. First the bite wound would just simply swell, then change colour to a sickly brown before a few hours afterwards the fever would hit. Senses would become sensitive to everything. And at least the first and last behaviour change would be there; aggressiveness. The end of the human and beginning of the undead. You had witnessed it often enough.
And you didn't wanted to be that. A dead corpse walking. Just a mindless shell. Slowly and painfully overwritten by a freaking virus.
And maybe eating someone alive that was dear to you. The screams off such scenarios still lingering in your dreams.
Or, which was arguably, the worser... infecting them too.
Suddenly a baseball bat hits the undead and he falls to the side. You didn't see much, because as the thing tries to move towards you again the source of protection had already moved over you away and started to hit it on the head. Over and over again.
You allowed your eyes to flicker up for just a second as you moved away, putting a safe distance between the undead and yourself. Bucky.
You had meet the man that was mostly known as the white wolf a few months ago. It wasn't a surprising nickname, you had learned that much during your first meeting already. He had hit you with the same baseball bat that he used right now, not sure if you were a undead or not.
That meeting had lead to a friendship and saving each other's lifes more times that you could count. Like right now.
The turned's other eyeball was oozed out through Bucky's quick, strong hits by now, the skull splitt open that you could see the brain come out. And just now your friend stopped. "You okay?" He asks worriedly and you only managed a nod before he already had hoisted your backpack on his free shoulder before grabbing you by your wrist and tugging you with him.
"Come on, we need to go. More are coming."
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captnvbarnes · 10 months ago
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➼ 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹’𝑺 𝑩𝑰𝑵𝑫 | (17+) 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕
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theme — mcu zombie au!
pairings — bucky barnes x fem!reader, steve rogers x fem!reader
warnings — graphic gore, language, angst, undead themes, apocalypse (twd inspired zombies), substance abuse, graphic violence, use of weaponry, cannibalism, slight fluff, smut, character deaths, forbidden love, slow burn, inspiration taken from twd universe
summary — the outbreak had happened as quick as the first bite. one, then two, then 1/3 of the population became 2/3’s. before any of the avengers could comprehend this threat, it overcame them with new york’s rising population becoming undead. bucky is your protector, not by choice but by chance he was there just in time to save you. you two flew the compound, leaving the life you knew. leaving your husband to rot. as you two grapple what this new world has become, everything became too much. the world depended on you guys to save them, but how could you save anyone now? and when the blood runs and the nights become colder, who will save you?
This story is best suited for a mature audience, so read at your own discretion.
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PROLOUGE
OUTBREAK DAY
RUN AWAY
LEAVE IT
FIRST GLANCE
THIS IS HOME?
ATHEN
TRIGGER BANG BANG
ASSISTANCE
CAMP HELLFIRE
SINNERS
MAROON SKY
STRAYING
I CAN’T GO ON WITHOUT YOU
GHOST IN THE WIND
A SHINY PEARL
WELCOME HOME
SAVOR THIS
IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE
RAPTURE
HOW ARE YOU GOING TO BREAK?
SAVE YOURSELF FOR SOMEONE ELSE
SALVATION
EPILOUGE
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foreverindreamlandd · 2 years ago
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Awake My Soul • Epilogue
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
WC: 4.7k
Summary: It’s been 5 years since zombies first began their invasion, and despite everything you’ve been through, you’ve managed to survive up until this point. Now it’s time to face your most dangerous challenge yet….the grumpy, untrusting, fiercely protective Bucky Barnes.
Chapter Warnings: Mentions of needles, shots, syringes, blood, stitches. I think that's it???
A/N: Welp :,) We finally made it to the end!!! It was a fucking year ago that I first had the idea to write a zombie apocalypse enemies to lovers fic...and I cannot believe it's finished. Thank you everyone for the MONTHS (I posted the first chapter freaking six months ago this Thursday) of love, patience, and support while writing this fic. It was a beast, but I would go through all of the hard moments again to experience the amazing reactions and kind words you shared with me. A million thank yous and I love yous <3 Oh and thanks for letting me talk about Twilight a fucking LOT.
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**There is a playlist for this fic, but linking it here messes up the tags so feel free to check it out in the series masterlist!
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“‘Don’t turn her into a squirrel. I can’t bear to watch it.’ Claudia grasped Lucinda’s wrist.”
The children giggled, sitting criss-cross applesauce on the ground in front of you.
“‘You can’t know squirrels lead charming, contented lives. I’m sure she prefers to be a human maiden.’”
“A squirrel!, Ella thought. I had to keep her from making a squirrel of me.”
More laughter. You moved your eyes to the chair next to yours, where a giggling child sat, attention totally on you as Shuri took hold of their arm, syringe in hand. 
You kept reading, maintaining the child’s attention on the story while Shuri injected the purple serum. They only winced a tiny bit, but continued laughing as Ella tried to convince Lucinda not to turn her into a squirrel.
Once the child was all set, Shuri dismissed them to go back to their seat, and the boy sitting next to them got up for their turn.
He looked a lot more nervous, hands trembling as they sat in the chair, biting his lip to keep it from quivering.
You took his hand, pausing your spot in the book to meet his gaze to give them a quick wink and reassuring smile.
He smiled back, squeezing your hand.
With that, you kept reading, and before he knew it, he was returning to his seat.
“Alright,” Shuri said a few children later, clapping her hands together. “That’s everyone. Can we all give Miss Y/n a mighty thank you for reading to you all?”
The kids grumbled out thank you’s and Shuri scoffed. “That was so lame, guys!”
“Can she keep reading?” one of the kids begged. “We wanna know if Lucinda breaks Ella’s curse!”
They all erupted in cheers, and you laughed. Shuri looked over at you with a shrug.
You held the book up. “I’m happy to keep going if you all are.”
They cheered some more, and you continued on for the next hour.
At one point, you looked up to the back of the outdoor space to see Bucky leaning against a tree, arms crossed in front of him, a small, content smile on his face.
As your eyes met, he scrunched his nose at you, smile widening, and you felt the same butterflies form in your stomach as you had when you first met him a year ago.
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The morning after your grossly romantic Twilight date, you and Bucky headed over to the lab to meet with Bruce, where he and Peter proposed their crazy idea to you.
To pass on the cure to as many camps as you could.
When the bite mark on Bucky’s neck proved that the serum Bruce had created work, the scientists got straight to work on the next phase of the project: mass distribution. To turn the serum into something that could be administered to any and everyone, so that you could finally be rid of this world-ending virus.
That morning in the lab, Bruce opened up a metal briefcase containing what had to have been hundreds of small vials of purple liquid, a glimmer in his eyes that could only be described as hopeful.
“We could send you out to a couple of camps at a time. You’d get to know their leaders, make them feel comfortable and help show them that what we’ve created works. They could even help spread the word, distribute it to more people. There’s the potential to have everyone cured within the next five years.”
Five years. The same amount of time you had been in this mess in order to fix it.
What would the world even look like in five years? Would it be something worth fighting for, or would it be a lost, desolate place?
You looked up at Bucky by your side, squeezing his hand to get his gaze to meet yours.
When you saw the expression on his face, one a perfect mixture of skepticism and hope, you knew your answer.
Even if the world wasn’t worth fighting for, Bucky was. Your Shield family was.
So with a shrug, you looked back at Bruce.
“When do we start, Doc?”
It started off with Asgard, the home of Thor and Loki, two brothers who had met their untimely end shortly after you and Bucky met them.
You, Bucky, Steve, Bruce, Yelena and Kate set out a few days after developing a plan of execution.
Their leader, Valkyrie, was obviously skeptical. But when you and Bucky relayed the story of your brief encounter with her fallen friends, and with some fancy science jargon from Bruce - and a thorough inspection of the bite marks you and Bucky shared on your necks - she was a bit more willing to participate.
The group stayed there a few days, getting acquainted with the members of camp, allowing them to grow comfortable enough to realize none of you were a threat.
Then came administration. Bruce worked with Valkyrie and their medic Jane to teach them how to properly inject the antidote, bringing the adults up first to ease into the concept of being poked with a needle for the kids.
When it was finally time for the kids, there were still some who threw a fit when Jane tried to coax them into the seat, wailing and crying and creating way too much noise and attention to yourselves.
“We gotta do something,” Yelena muttered, eyes scanning the trees that bordered the camp. “If these kids keep screaming over a damn needle we’re going to be swarmed by walkers before nightfall.”
Bucky, who was on your other side, leaned down till his lips were by your ear.
“Remember what you did that time AJ scraped up his leg so bad he needed stitches? And he was freaking out, not letting Bruce anywhere near him?” You turned to face him and he shrugged in a couldn’t hurt to try way.
Without a second thought, you walked over to the kid, crouching down to get to their level.
“This feels really scary, doesn’t it?” you asked, taking their hands. They nodded. “I hate doing things that scare me, too, even when I know that doing the scary thing will help me or help the people that I love. You know what I try to think of whenever I feel afraid?”
The kid’s bottom lip jutted out and they nodded again. You smiled.
“I think about a man named Bilbo Baggins, who was a very small person.” You raised one hand just below the child’s head to display Bilbo’s height and they giggled. “Bilbo had to leave his home where he felt safe to go on a long, terrifying adventure with a bunch of strange - and very smelly dwarves - to go fight a dragon. Now, he absolutely did not want to go on this adventure, because he had never done something so scary in his life. And he not only had to try and defeat a dragon, but he fought trolls, giant spiders, and many other monsters along the way, and each time he fought those things he was terrified. There were many times he wanted to cry and run home where he felt safe. But you know what?”
“What?” the kid immediately responded, eyes now wide and excited, free of tears.
You squeezed their hands. “He found the courage he needed to save those smelly dwarves who had become his friends. And the more courage he had, the less scary all of the monsters became.” You cocked your right brow up. “Do you think you could be brave like Bilbo right now?”
The child bit their bottom lip, chest rising as they took in a deep breath. On the exhale, they nodded.
Your smile widened. “There we go. I know you can handle this, and I’ll be right here, okay? I won’t leave unless you want me to.”
Jane took a step forward, needle in hand and the kid’s hands tightened around yours. “Stay please.”
You nodded. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Their eyes shut tightly, and Jane moved quickly as she injected the serum into their arm.
“Look at that,” you said softly. “All done.” The kid opened one eye. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
They nodded, a smile forming on their lips. “Was I brave?”
“The bravest. No dragon would ever dare to mess with you.” You winked and they giggled, letting go of your hands and walking away.
You were about to stand up and return to Yelena’s side, when a young girl ran up in front of you for their turn, eyes wide.
“Can you talk more about Bilbo? How big were the spiders he had to fight?”
You looked up at Jane, who simply shrugged before grabbing a new syringe.
“They were massive,” you replied, extending your arms out wide. “So big, in fact, you could probably ride one of them…”
Not even thirty minutes had passed, and now all of the kids were huddled beside you, eager to hear more of your recollection of The Hobbit, eyes bright with excitement, barely even registering that they were here to get a shot.
You made a mental note to bring a book with you wherever you went, just like you used to when you first were on the run with your parents.
“You’re amazing, you know that right?” Bucky asked when everyone was done and you walked over to him.
“Tell me something I don’t know, Beefcake,” you joked, winking at him.
His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. “Seriously, though. That just changed the entire mood in the camp. Not just the kids, but the adults who were relieved to see them so relaxed.”
“Well, it was all thanks to you,” you reminded him, chin resting on his chest. “I wouldn’t have thought to do that unless you said something.”
He smiled. “Guess we make a good team.” 
You wiggled your brows. “Hashtag dream team.”
Bucky groaned, rolling his eyes and crushing you within his hold and you wheezed out a laugh.
When you left Asgard, an extremely grateful Valkyrie expressed that any member of Shield was welcome back anytime, and if you ever needed aid, they would answer your call.
“I can’t believe we did it,” Yelena muttered as you started your journey home.
“Neither can I,” Bruce mumbled, and you all whipped your heads at him, shocked. He shrugged. “What? I suggested we try, I didn’t know if it would actually work out this well!”
Your next destination was a smaller, nomadic camp, led by Hope Van Dyne. It was her, her parents, her partner Scott Lang and his daughter, Cassie. Hope and her parents were also scientists, and were intrigued by Bruce’s development of the antidote.
“We have our own mobile lab,” Hope’s dad, Hank, said, “We could recreate this serum and help distribute it, since we travel around so much anyways.”
“You’d do that?” you asked.
He nodded. “Anything to help undo what those Hydra bastards did.”
It didn’t take long for Bruce to teach them how to recreate the serum, and the rest of you spent that time working with Hope and Scott to work out the locations of other camps you could travel to.
“There’s a guy called Strange, who has a network of people all over. He’s based in New York, though, so you’d have to travel a ways to get there. That area is still largely populated with unturned though so it would be a great spot to get this to.”
“You could show me your old stomping grounds, Beefcake,” you said, bumping his shoulder with yours.
He chuckled, looking over at Steve. “We can go back to Coney Island, Stevie.”
Steve groaned. “I still get nauseous thinking of that place.”
After leaving Hope’s camp, Bruce decided to return to Shield to keep working on creating more antidotes, leaving the rest of you to continue traveling from camp to camp.
You asked Steve if he was going to go back, since he was technically Shield’s leader again now that he’d returned from the dead.
Steve shook his head. “Sam and I talked about it a while back, and he’s going to remain in charge. He’s so much better at it than I was, and honestly? I never really enjoyed it. Doing this, going out and helping others with you and Bucky, this feels right.”
You smiled, wrapping your arm around him for a side hug. “Well, I’m more than happy to have you tag along. I need to hear all the embarrassing stories about Beefcake.”
You heard Bucky groan behind you. 
After a few months, you had reached dozens of camps. Each one made you feel more and more hopeful, knowing that so many were still surviving after so many years. You had even run into people that Shield saved from Hydra when they came to rescue you. They welcomed you with open arms and tear-filled eyes.
Now, you were at the settlement known as Wakanda, by far the most established and advanced camp you had been to yet. Their sassy, smart as hell leader Shuri scoffed when you showed her one of the antidote vials.
“Dammit! I was so close to figuring it out.” She lifted her arm, tapping the screen of her watch until a holographic DNA strand circled above it. “I was at, like, a 76% rate as of this morning!”
You and Kate exchanged glances after gaping at the crazy device on the woman’s wrist.
“Is all of your tech this advanced?”
Shuri smirked. “You have no idea.”
“We gotta get Banner and Parker here,” you muttered, and all Kate could do was nod.
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Once Shuri was done administering the antidote to all of the kids and they had finally relieved you from reading Ella Enchanted, she told you that a celebration was being held in your group’s honor. A way of thanking you for helping their community, as well as welcoming you into their family.
She led you over to four massive, long wooden tables that had been set up and dressed up in various shades of purples and gold, with jars of fireflies lighting the space in a dim, hypnotic glow.
The food was by far the best you ever had in your life, even compared to the meals you ate in the before times. The vegetables were perfectly ripe, the meat was tender and coated with spices you had never tasted, and the bread.
“I’m taking a hundred loaves of these back with us,” Bucky murmured to you, mouth full of sweet rolls. The moan he let out after taking the first bite was sinful. “I never want to eat anything else for the rest of my life.”
“I hope you intend to share with your one true love, Beefcake,” you replied, shoving your own face with the warm, delicious bread.
“Sorry, Sweetheart, but you’ve officially been replaced.” You punched his flesh arm and he tried to laugh through a grimace. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Everything I have is yours or whatever the hell they say.”
You gave him a rueful grin, taking another bite of your roll.
The two of you nearly shit your pants when men and women started grabbing instruments and playing music with reckless abandon, pounding on drum heads and singing their hearts out.
“Relax,” Okoye, Wakanda’s general, chided, patting your back in mock comfort as she bit back a laugh. “Shuri has this place soundproofed. Nothing can be heard outside our borders.”
Bucky looked around. “So we’re….safe?”
Okoye rolled her eyes. “You guys. So paranoid. What is there to be afraid of? It’s not like their are flesh-eating monsters swarming the earth or anything.”
The three of you paused for a beat before bursting into a fit of laughter. Okoye patted your shoulder once more and then went over to join others who had now begun dancing to the music.
You turned to find Bucky smiling at you, a suspicious light in his eyes.
You frowned. “What?”
He held out a hand. “Wanna dance?”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “What? Since when do you dance?” you asked incredulously.
“Since I was fuckin’ four years old. Ma’ was big into 40s music. She had Becs, Stevie and I dancing all the damn time.” His hand extended out further. “So?”
You bit the inside of your cheek. “I got some bad news, Beefcake.”
His brows furrowed and you sighed. 
“Ya girl can’t dance.”
You expected Bucky to frown, to feel disappointed in your lack of skill in something he apparently loved.
Instead, his smile widened, reaching out to grab your hand and dragging you to the newly formed dancefloor. 
“That is going to make things way more entertaining for me,” he said, stopping short so that you crashed into him, your hands pressing against his chest so that you didn’t break your nose in the collision.
Before you had a chance to regain your balance, Bucky was pushing you away, expression mischievous as he began a string of maneuvers, alternating between twirling you around, spinning you in the air, stepping in directions you didn’t think possible.
He was an unrelenting machine.
“Bucky, the moment you lose momentum,” you gasped, unable to catch your breath in all of the commotion, “I’m going to do the Yelena leg thing and kick your fucking ass.”
His grin widened, and he pulled you into him, hand resting on your back as you dipped down. You nearly let out a yelp at the feeling of falling backward, but Bucky kept a secure hold on you, nose rubbing against yours. Instead of falling, you felt as if you were floating mid-air.
“Baby, when I’m done with you, you’re going to need to be carried to bed.” he growled in a low, husky voice.
You blinked a few times in response.
He kissed you. “That’s what I thought.” 
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The next morning, you and the gang packed up your things and got the horses settled for the journey home.
You snuck a piece of sweet roll to Hades, who nuzzled you immediately after in an attempt to find more somewhere on your person.
“Sorry, buddy,” you laughed, stroking his nose. “That’s all I got.”
He snorted in dissatisfaction.
“I can’t believe you gave the horse that last sweet roll instead of me,” Bucky pouted, massaging Alpine’s front legs.
You glared at him. “That’s because Hades is the one carrying me home since my legs are in so much pain from last night thanks to you torturing me!”
Bucky scoffed. “You had a fuckin’ blast, Sweetheart. Admit it.”
“Don’t worry, Y/n,” Steve said as he approached. “I’ll show you a few dance moves that will put Bucky on his ass in no time.”
Bucky groaned at the smug look that formed on your face. “I’m stealing your best friend, Beefcake. He’s mine now.”
“Hey,” both Bucky and Yelena said in unison while you and Steve laughed.
Shuri approached then, brow quizzical from the commotion. “Sounds like you all are in high spirits this morning. Happy to finally be leaving this wretched place?”
You rolled your eyes. “As if. Being here has been amazing. I thought Shield had nailed apocalyptic living, but you all blew us out of the water.”
The young scientist laughed. “You all are welcome back anytime. And don’t forget to bring your friend Banner along so I can harass him to dish his secrets on using your crazy blood to create a cure. I still consider that cheating, you know.”
Just as you were about to respond, Nakia walked over with a group of children with grins that threatened to split their faces in two. They each carried flower crowns in their hands.
Enough for the group.
“The children made these for you,” Nakia said, her usual angelic smile on her face as she watched them approach you all, extending the crowns out. Yelena, Kate, Steve, Bucky and yourself bent forward so that they could place them on your heads. “As a token of your kindness and friendship.”
You pulled the young girl in front of you in for a hug, trying to fight back tears as you squeezed them tightly. “Thank you,” you whispered.
You walked over to hug the rest of the children, then Nakia and finally Shuri.
When all of the goodbyes were complete, the gang mounted their horses.
Bucky looked over at you and you beamed. “You look so pretty in that flower crown, Beefcake.”
He blushed, quickly turning his attention to Alpine’s mane and trying to force a scowl on his face, though you could see the corners of his mouth twitching.
“So, where are you headed now?” Shuri asked.
“Home for a bit to rest and restock on antidotes,” you replied. “Then we’re off to a camp up north called the Guardians of the Galaxy.”
Shuri’s chin lowered as she stared up at you with an are you fucking serious expression. “Guardians of the Galaxy? You’re kidding me. Sounds like a bunch of assholes.”
“I said the same thing!” Yelena and Bucky exclaimed in unison…again.
You were still laughing as Hades trotted off into the woods.
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“Baby,” a low, grumbly angel spoke to you in your dreams. Calloused, gentle hands stroked your cheek. “Wake up, Sweetheart.”
Your eyes slowly fluttered open, focusing in on Bucky and the dark forest behind him. Once your brain processed that you were not in the safety of your bedroom at camp, your eyes widened and you shot up.
You were in the middle of the woods, still on your way back to Shield from Wakanda.
So why was Bucky waking you up at this hour?
“What is it?” you asked. “What’s wrong?”
He shook his head, resting a hand on your shoulder in comfort. “It’s fine,” he whispered, eyes scanning the ground where the others slept. His hand moved down to grab yours, moving the both of you to standing. “Come follow me?”
Your eyes narrowed now, fingers interlacing with his as he led you East. “What’s going on, Buck?”
He looked over his shoulder, and the moonlight peeked through the canopy of trees above just perfectly enough for the smile on his face to glow.
“Wanna show you something.”
The two of you walked in silence for a few miles, the soft crinkling of leaves below your feet the only sound made in your vicinity.
Eventually, Bucky’s gate slowed to a stop, and you looked up to find yourself standing at the bottom of a cliff.
One that looked vaguely familiar.
You let out a small gasp. “Is this…?”
Bucky nodded. “This is the cliff where you and I first met.”
The cliff that you had found as a refuge for you and the two young, scared boys you had found lost in the woods, running away from a hoard of zombies. 
Two boys you debated even helping, since you were so used to being on your own and not having others to look after.
It was impossible to imagine a world where you hadn’t helped them, where those boys wouldn’t have a claim on a piece of your heart forever, just as their mother did, their uncle, and everyone else in Shield.
Still, you knew that the old you, who had stumbled upon AJ and Cass, could never have dreamed of what would follow after helping them find their way back to their mom.
You wouldn’t have a home. You wouldn’t have a family.
You wouldn’t have found your soulmate.
A small snort escaped you. “Is that what you would call it? You pinning me against the wall and threatening to kill me?”
A sheepish expression covered his face, and you knew he was blushing. “Would it be weird to say that even then - when I wasn’t sure if you were a danger to us - I kind of wanted to kiss you?”
There were those dang butterflies again. “Not at all. With the way you were displaying your strength, and your voice all growly and dangerous? That was super hot, Beefcake. Even if you had actually killed me, I would have been more than fine with a parting kiss before you took my life.”
He rolled his eyes, chuckling. “Oh really?”
Suddenly, his hands were gripping your arms, and he was just barely using enough force to guide you to the cliff wall, pinning your back against it.
When he let out a low, threatening growl, you responded with a high-pitched wine.
And then, he leaned forward and crushed your lips to his, his tongue colliding with yours.
If he hadn’t killed you that night a year ago, he was definitely going to tonight.
His hold on you softened, one hand moving to wrap around your waist. But first, his thumb tucked itself under your shirt and grazed along the rigid scar of the first zombie bite you got on your stomach, tenderly feeling along it until his fingers squeezed the soft fleshy part of your hip. 
You used your now free arm to wrap around his neck for support as your head grew dizzy.
Eventually, time forced you to pull away for air, your foreheads pressed against one another, chests moving up and down as you both worked to catch your breath.
“I should have done that night one,” he gasped, kissing the bridge of your nose. “Would have saved myself a lot of mental turmoil.”
You giggled. “True, but I gotta admit that watching you switch from Mr. Beefcake Grumpypants to soft mushy lovey dovey Beefcake was an absolute delight. And besides…” you caged his face between your hands, eyes boring into his, “I wouldn’t trade any part of our story for anything.”
His jaw clenched beneath your hands. 
You continued, “Every experience, every hardship, all the shit we went through, I’d go through it all again to have the good moments found in between, to get us to this point, right now. And every time, I’d fall in love with you.”
Bucky kissed you again, soft and slow this time, and you knew he was telling you that he felt exactly the same. That he’d fight heaven and earth for you over and over again, just as you would for him. 
When he pulled away, he kept his lips close enough to graze yours as he responded.
“And you call me a softie.”
You giggled, pretending to squirm out of his now tight hold as he peppered your face and neck with kisses.
“I love you, Sweetheart. Forever.”
“And I love you, Beefcake. Always.”
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The gate started opening before you could officially make out the ragged Brookfield Boarding School for Girls sign.
Your pace quickened the moment you walked into the camp, eyes locking onto AJ and Cass as they ran toward you.
AJ lept into your arms, his small limbs wrapping around your neck as you embraced him. You looked to your left just in time to see Cass do the same thing to Bucky.
Sarah and the others took their time heading over to you, smiles on their faces at your return and the heartwarming reaction from the boys.
When AJ finally loosened his hold, you lowered him to the ground. His arms shifted to circle around your waist, not ready for the hug to end just yet.
“Welcome home, Y/n!” he cheered, body jumping up and down in excitement as he clung to you.
Bucky - after also putting Cass down - reached out to put an arm around your shoulder, tucking your body into his.
You looked down at AJ, scrunching your nose at him, then looked over at Cass.
Then to Sarah and Sam.
To Laura and Clint.
Pepper, Morgan and Dum Dum.
Bruce and Peter.
Wanda, Vision, Billy and Tommy.
Sersi, Druig and Makari.
Yelena, Kate, and Steve.
Each one of them meeting your gaze with as much love and care as you gave them.
Bucky kissed your temple, and when you looked up at his bright crystalline irises, you found your entire world. 
Your true home.
You smiled.
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heyyy !!! can i get multiple recs for bucky x reader but it's set during an apocalypse :P
Apocalypse AU
masterlist | req masterlist
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Awake My Soul by @foreverindreamlandd
It's been five years since zombies first started walking the Earth, destroying anything and everything in their wake. Now, in this apocalyptic world, fighting for survival comes as naturally as breathing. The one thing you've learned ever since they arrived, though, is that the living can be so much more dangerous than the undead. When you stumble across two young, scared boys lost in the woods and being chased by walkers, you go against your better judgment and help them to safety. Little did you know that helping them would lead you to Bucky - an angry, grumpy, distrusting member of the camp Shield. Bucky has zero interest in having you enter his life. He's been hurt before and lost too many people to risk experiencing that kind of pain again, and he knows that there are secrets you aren't telling the group. Yet, when push comes to shove, and you're put at risk, he'll stop at nothing to keep you safe.
Long Enough by @urvenicebtch
living in a tent with him was risky from the start, but you never expected tonight to be the night.
Time (D)rift by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
The end has come and gone as you keep waiting for your own.
It’s A Cruel World by @revengingbarnes
In the destroyed post apocalyptic world, the reader saves a group from getting eaten alive by the undead. In turn, they offer her to join them. She would have said no, but the blue, trusting eyes of a certain brunette were too hard to resist.
Imagine by @vanderlustwords
reader gets bit and they either must find a cure quickly or accept what they have to do.
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More ideas for the What if...Zombies Spidey X DC AU
I wanna expand from this a bit cause I thought of it the other day and it wont leave me alone 💀
Anyways, these are just some points I have decided to add to this AU starting with Peters background and what I think he went through. Since this is mostly Marvel stuff, you can even ignore the DC aspect of it
Buckle in cause its a long one
-The Zombie apocolyps started when Janet got back, and canonically, that was about a month before Bruce showed up. So we have a month to play with and get everyone together, but honestly, that too little time for me man. So Im changing the timeline so that everything started 7-8 months earlier. That gives our heros time to find eachother at diffrent times and overall really let Peter live in a full blown Zombie apocolyps
-Peter, totally spent like a full month and some alone. He was told by Tony to "stay put and help the little guys" and just never saw him again. Poor guy.
-All his friends and familly died within the first week. Some lasted a bit more then others but all of them ended up getting infected. So by the second week Peter had lost everyone he ever knew and loved
-Peter spent his month alone searching New York for survivers. He was so deaspreate to find people and protect his city that he would go days on end without sleeping or eating.
-In his attemps to find any living being, he made all of Queens and later the rest of New York into his web, so he could know whenever anyone got caught in it ( like how Andrew Spider-Man tracked the Lizard in his movie but way bigger) He also has help from all the surviving spiders helping him in his search
-Adding to that- his webs? Zombies dont like it. Peter upgraded the formula to make some that dont disintigrate, but Its not that it hurts them, they just avoid it. he thinks they can tell they shouldnt touch them.
-A month alone has gotten Peter to see things. Thing he wishes no other person has to ever whitness ("Holy fucking shit the rats got infected!")
- Peter made himself a guide for this like in Zombieland. Rule 7. Dont go into the sewars
- Peter killed 9 Zombies in his time alone and he hated it
-We could either do "Bucky arrives to the webbed New York and finds feral spider child who attacts him cause Peter hasent sleeped in many days and hes scared shitless of the first human he finds" or " Hope is informed by the others that they havent gone into New York cause something is guarding it. But when she enters to investigate, insted of finding some eldrict Zombie horror, she finds a small scared teen in his web that just wants a hug from a matrnal figure" pick your favorite, (it could also possibly be both tbh)
-Momma Wasp > Mother Potts (Im sorry but its true 😔, the content dosent lie)
-Peter was one of the last if not the last person to join the group before the episode happend and when he saw all of the people that were there, insted of being sad of how few they were, he cried tears of pure joy over the fact he wasnt the last person alive
-Peter Hugged happy and he didnt get pushed away :)
- Peter hasent showerd in weeks Parker: Im so happy Im not alone!
The adults, who havent had as nearly as bad as a time as Peter: Have you meet soap????
- Peter had already made the base we see in the episode long before the others arrived. He had hoped it would be one of many safe houses for the survivers he would find, but that quickly become a broken dream. He was so happy to be able to use it, and no ones had the heart to reject his base even though they had their conserns about the saftey of it. (the base never once fell due to Peters care)
- Peter was super deppressed even though he tried to hid it, so Kurt, being the only semi-normal person there, told Peter to make videos for future survivers they find. And thus, his guide become digital!
-I like to think the group had like 4 or 5 more people at the begining, but over the course of the months, they ended up dying and getting infected before the episode.
Possible characters could be:
Matt Murdock: survived cause he could tell when someone got turned (he's canon now so it counts lol)
Any of the Barton kids: They where pretty isolated, so maybe we could have one of them survive and be rescuede by a S.H.E.I.L.D agent and end up with the group (+2 angst points for losing their sibilngs)
Jack Lockly: And only him. The rest of the group see this random cabie surviver wondering "how tf?", while in reality, he was minding his own business at the back of the mind and is now forced to front 24/7 cause they are in constant danger with the Zombies and he has no idea what to do. (The others are not responding, he has a big ass bird yelling at him, and he has no clue what to do with the body or how to fully take care of it)
Darcy Lewis: She was in her 2 broke girls era when shit hit the fan and now she's here
Kamala Khan: *Looks into boxs grandma brough during visit* *takes bangle while running from Zombie* *Puts it on* *Survives* *Suprised Pikachu face*
You could posibly add other characters you like, but dont forget that these guys have to die by the time the episode rolls around so keep that in mind
-adding to that last to point:
1.Matt and Peter became close and would go on suplie runs together. Matt trained Peter a bit, and Peter would acompany Matt to church. Not cause he has too, but because he wants to be there with him. Something happend and Matt sacrificed himself to save Peter. Achevment Unlocked: The Sensei always dies
2.Peter, Becomes friends with the other Surviving kids: *Insert happy spider*
His friends end up dying: *insert depressed boi*
3. Pete: Sooooooo
Jake: ?
Peter:... Have you ever had to deal with this old Dominican lady named miss Sanches that lives between 7th and 8th?
Jake: Thats really racist, yk that
Peter: OH! No- I just
Jake deals with horibble passengers Lockly: But Yes! jfc she was the worst!
Peter deals with the little people Parker: RIGHT!?
4. Darcy Lewis: *determend to save this poor kids love life*
Peter fought his dates dad Parker: Boy do I have some bad news for you
5. And saddest one: Whenever one of them died, Peter would take their belongings and burn all but one thing a keep it on him to remember them by. I'll let you sit with that
Remember, That up there is in the gray bettween canon an non-canon. I'll let you guys pick.
-Hope became a mother figure to him. We always have the "Oh so and so is his dad" or "Hes totally *Insert characters* son"- NO! HE IS A MAMAS BOY! Look at Him! That boy was raised by a woman, to respect women and Im teird of people ignoring it! (Lmao)
He bonds with her over science, their experiences with super heroing, bugs, and their want to save those who they have lost. When she found him, he was so teird that he mistaked her for his aunt May and cried into her arms. they dont talk about it much, but Hope put in the effort so that he dosent have to do to many hard things.
-You ever seen any of the marvel cast interveiws? ya, thats Peter and Buckys relationship just more in character. sure, dose Bucky see a bit of Steve in Peter? Sure, but not enough to stop him from throwing that lil' shit to the wolfs (Zombies) . Remember how in another post I mentioned how Peter would be thrown out the window? Ok, now imagien them having to be roommates because of how the base is set up (Every one must share a bus with another).
Peter may have lived with the others. But Bucky was his Roommate, and they both know shit you can only learn by sharing a room. Its a constant game of blackmail and horror.
-Happy's additude twords Peter turns from Homecomming to Far from home In this time.
-Every Holiday was celebrated.
-And Finally, Every death hit much harder due to all of them being much closer
Do I have more? Yes. Is this post way too long? Most definetly. Do I regret it? Kinda, but its fine. Will I make another post focusing more on the crossover side of things? Of most definetly and that is a threat.
But for now, I give you Zombie! Peter AU "Content". (Not the comic, but thw What If episode) (Can you telling I'm having fun with this AU?)
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader
Summary: After an incident involving the Quantum Realm brings forth the Zombie Apocalypse, you are forced to comprise a team of survivors to reach Wakanda, the only human sanctuary left. But is the apocalypse really a great time to develop feelings for a Super Soldier?
Warnings: Themes of death, hurt/comfort, angst. Side/main character death?? (Not Bucky or Reader) Fire, violence. Let me know if I need to tag anything else!
Note: This very loosely follows the relative idea of the What If..? episode. Thank you to @buckylattes for sending me this idea!
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“This is day forty-nine since the apocalypse started. And Bucky and I may be the last survivors in the United States.”
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The sound of the leaves crunching under your feet filled the warm and crisp air as you trudged through the forest. Occasionally, a gentle breeze would blow through the air, which felt quite nice in comparison to the autumn warmth.
"So..Steve and Tony got in some kind of fight?" Bruce stuttered out, breaking the silence.
"Yep." You confirmed.
"And..the Avengers broke up? Like One Direction?"
"Yep."
“And then got back together?”
“Uh-huh.”
"And there are zombies now?"
"Seems like it." You sighed.
“And the Avengers are zombies, too?”
“Dr. Banner.” Okoye chided.
“Sorry, sorry. It’s just—y’know, it’s—“
“Weird?” Peter Parker guessed, smiling softly. “Yeah. We know.”
You frowned at the kid’s statement. You, Bucky, and Peter were the only Avengers on Earth to not be affected. Or at least, to your knowledge.
“Go find the kid. We’re..we’re gonna need all the help we can get.” Tony had mumbled to you. Steve nodded, pursing his lips. 
“I’ll call Kate and Yelena,” Clint said, looking at Natasha. Wanda grasped Vision’s hand, looking up at him anxiously.
“Anyone know how to get in touch with Thor?” Steve looked up from his feet, arms crossed.
“That’s a negative, Captain Rogers.” Vision’s voice was smooth and neutral. “Mr. Odinson does not have a communication device to contact us.”
You gave Bucky’s right shoulder a friendly and comforting squeeze before you walked out of the room. You knew Peter’s address, you’d visited his apartment before with Tony. 
Before you knew it, Earth was basically gone. That was over a month ago. You’d quickly found fellow survivors and made somewhat of a team with them. Peter, Bucky, Okoye, some guy named Kurt, Sharon Carter, you, and John Walker. And now, Bruce Banner.
“We need to find a base,” Bucky said, just loud enough to be heard.
“Sergeant Barnes is correct.” Okoye agreed. “Nightfall is approaching.”
“Pete, where’s that camera thingy you recorded your video on?” You asked, looking back at him. He’d made a little movie on how to survive the apocalypse soon after you’d saved him from the hoard of zombies outside of his apartment. It was a cute video, though the circumstances weren’t exactly great, or even good. It would’ve made a good school project, though.
Part of it was about hygiene, and Bucky starred in that section, albeit unwillingly. Bucky hadn’t said anything, but you could see the discomfort on his face when Peter showed you all the finished product. Bucky had been in the shower, rotated in a way where you luckily couldn’t see anything. He’d been ambushed by Peter and Kurt, the latter being lifted off the ground by his own neck, which had Bucky’s metal fingers wrapped around it. In private, Bucky had hinted that he was uncomfortable with the clip, and you’d gone to talk to Peter about it without saying anything.
You’d explained to him that ambushing anybody, but especially a Super Soldier—particularly a traumatized one who also happened to be a veteran—in the shower was not cool. Peter had apologized profusely, going back and removing the clip. You’d asked him not to say anything to Bucky, knowing that Bucky wouldn’t have wanted attention to be brought to it.
You could tell by the way Bucky’s eyes flicked to you when Peter showed the clip to Bruce that he’d noticed.
“Oh—uh—here.” He said, pulling the small camera from a pocket before tossing it to you. You caught it with ease. The apocalypse was no place for a lack of hand-eye coordination. You tucked it in the front pocket of your backpack.
“Won’t that thing run out of battery?” Bruce questioned, and you chuckled. “No. Peter and Stark made it a while back. It runs on an extremely tiny arc reactor. I’ve been keeping logs of every day—sometimes twice a day—since two days after the apocalypse started. So..yeah.” Sometimes others would make them, but none were as detailed or formal as yours.
“Jesus Christ," Bruce mumbled out. "Oh. I just realized--I haven't properly met most of you. I'm Bruce." He stuttered, picking at his fingernails.
"John Walker, Captain America." The annoying blonde spoke up. You were surprised he hadn't already shoved that fact down Bruce's throat yet. Normally, he wouldn't shut his mouth.
"I'm sorry--what?" Bruce looked at you, brows furrowed, wanting to see if you were agreeing or not.
"Turns out the government really doesn't like their favorite child going against 117 countries. So they gave the title--and a non-vibranium dupe of the shield--to this asshole." You explained, rolling your eyes.
"Right.." Bruce processed. John looked like he was going to say something, before Bucky shot him a glare, silencing him.
"I'm Sharon Carter. Former SHIELD agent." Sharon introduced herself, and Bruce smiled at her. Peter, Okoye, Kurt, and even Bucky introduced themselves, but you mainly focused on choosing where to go.
For some reason, you ended up being the 'leader' of the group. Maybe it was because you found everybody, maybe it was because you were the one who'd been an official Avenger the longest.
"Where are we going?" Bruce questioned. He'd followed you and the rest of the group into the woods.
"Well, the end goal is Wakanda. Right now, we're somewhere in New York. Phones don't work, and we come across maps every so often. Unfortunately, it's not like people posted map-selling stands in the middle of forests. Public spaces aren't the best places to be anymore." You spun around to look at everyone, walking backward.
"Wakanda may be the last human sanctuary on Earth." Okoye filled him in. "Our force fields would prevent the..undead from ever reaching our people."
"You sure did pick an odd time to visit the States," Bruce noted.
"I swore an oath. My king disappeared along with the Avengers." She replied.
"Right." Bruce exhaled.
"There should be an old Avengers safehouse up ahead. We stayed there after that one mission in February last year." You nudged Bucky with your shoulder as he caught up to you. He nodded slightly, chewing on his bottom lip.
"You okay?" You lowered your voice, trying to at least make the conversation slightly private. He glanced at you, before giving you the smallest of shrugs.
"Come on, it should only be a little farther." You called over your shoulder, beginning to pick up the pace. The sun was going to set soon, and night was not a time to potentially fight zombies.
You breathed out a sigh of relief when you could finally see the safehouse in the distance. It was a cabin in the middle of the woods, which made it a great place to stay in an apocalypse, at least for a little while.
"There's two bedrooms, two bathrooms." You announced. You put the code into the tiny pad by the door, before stepping inside.
You let out a sigh as you set your backpack on the floor against the couch. Everyone else followed suit, John and Peter sitting on opposite ends of the old couch.
Deciding to raid the pantry and see what you had, you rubbed your hands on your face. You'd risked it and went to a grocery store a few days ago, all of you filling your bags with as many non-perishable food items as you could.
"Okay, there's peanut butter, canned corn, some dried fruit, rice, bottled water, some trail mix packs, and canned..pineapple." You listed off. "And then whatever we're carrying."
"You wanna go through it all?" Sharon asked, and you shrugged. "Not really. I'm fucking exhausted." You held your forehead in your hand, closing your eyes.
"I can do it if you want." She offered, and you nodded. "Okay. Thanks, Sharon. I'm going to shower." You told her, opening your eyes and lifting your head up.
"You should take one of the beds. No offense, but you look like you need it." She smiles slightly, and you groan. "Wow, thanks. And I'll be fine. One of you should take it."
"Y/n, take the damn bed. Share if you want. But you're sleeping in a bed tonight." She decides, and you're too tired to argue with her. You accept your defeat and sigh. "Fine."
"Wonderful. You and Bucky can share that room. Okoye and I will take the other one, and Peter can take the couch. Kurt, Bruce, and Walker will be fine on the carpet." She assured.
“How’s your leg?” She’d injured herself yesterday, falling from the roof of a one-story building.
“Hurts like a bitch, but I’ll be fine. And don’t try and distract me. Go shower.” She smiled at the end. It reminded you of Natasha, in a way. You missed Natasha dearly.
"Okay." You agreed finally, taking out any food you had in your bag before taking it to the bathroom with you. You had a few outfits, just enough for maybe three or four days, and then a pair of shorts and a tank top to sleep in. You could stretch that to a week and a half if you felt clean enough to not wash your clothes.
You showered quickly before getting dressed in your shorts and tank top, walking into a bedroom.
Bucky sat on the bed, messing with his dog tags. His hair was wet.
“How was your shower?” You attempted to strike up a conversation. He shrugged in response, clearly tired.
“Did Sharon finish seeing what food we have?”
“Yeah.” He bit his lip, looking down at his hands. “Do you think he’s alive?”
You nearly asked who ‘he’ was, but after a second you figured it out. “I..don’t know, Bucky. But Steve’s strong. You and I both know that.”
He nodded, but it was clear that he wasn’t convinced. You pulled back the covers of the bed, before laying down.
“C’mere.” You said, the only light in the room was the tiny lamp that barely worked. You made room for him in your arms. Though you and Bucky weren’t anything more than friends, you’d gotten used to sleeping like this. It helped a little, in more ways than one. It helped him with his nightmares, and it helped with your anxiety.
He rested his head against your chest, draping his right arm over you.
The two of you fell asleep like that, comfortable in each other’s embrace.
Until Bucky started mumbling something, waking you up. “What the hell..” You grumbled before you realized what was happening. Right before he started screaming himself awake, you shook him.
His eyes flew open and he gasped, gripping your shoulders tightly. You waited for him to realize that he was safe and that the ‘danger’ was gone. His eyes began to water, though he tried to blink away the tears.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay. You’re safe. Promise.” You reassured him. He let himself calm down, exhaling slowly.
“Good job. Do you..want to talk about it?”
He looked at you, unsure. “Not much to talk about.”
“I’ll always listen. You know that.”
“I wasn’t there for him.” He confessed, eyes watering again. “Steve. I didn’t..I couldn’t..” He reached for his face, wiping at his eyes.
“Bucky, none of that was your fault. None of this is your fault at all. You didn’t start the fucking apocalypse.” You began to rub soothing circles into his back.
“All I had to do was shoot.” He made eye contact with you. Your heart burned at the sight of his pink nose and teary eyes.
You didn’t really know what to say. In theory, you could say the perfect thing that comforts him immediately. But the truth is that whenever you’re actually in a situation like that, all of that stuff goes right out the window.
“Close your eyes. Okay? I know this stuff hurts, but you really do need rest.” Your mind went back to Natasha.
He nodded finally, closing his eyes. You did the same.
It was the smell of burning wood that woke you up.
You blinked yourself awake, eyes stinging from the smoke. You gasped, choking on air as you took in your surroundings. The room was on fire. You shook Bucky awake, and he took a second to register what was happening.
“Shit!” He exclaimed, kicking the blankets off the two of you.
Without thinking, he busted down the bedroom door, revealing the slightly less burning living room. Peter’s face was the first one you saw, and you raced to him. “We have to get out of here!” You screamed over the sound of rooms collapsing.
“There’s hordes of them out there!” He shouted back, clutching your arms.
“The Spider-Child is right!” Okoye called to you as she threw Sharon’s arm over her shoulder, supporting the blonde’s weight.
“Well, would you rather try and get out of here or would you like to burn to death?” John cut in. “I would rather not burn!” Kurt pointed out, and Bruce nodded beside him.
“Okay. Okay. Come on, we’re gonna bust through the side door. Are they surrounding the house?” You began to plan, though you were panicking on the inside.
“I don’t know. I only saw them from the front door.” Sharon wheezed.
“I hate those odds and I don’t think our chances are even decent, but there’s no other option. When I say go, race through that door!” You directed. Checking to make sure everybody was accounted for, you gave yourself a final nod of encouragement. John was able to get Sharon onto his back.
“Go!” You shrieked, making sure that you were the last one to bolt out.
“I see them!” Peter screamed.
“Doesn’t matter! Keep going!” Bucky commanded, but they were only getting closer.
The sound of something crashing against the forest floor made you gasp.
“They can knock trees over?!” Peter kept glancing over his shoulder.
“They are getting a bit close!” Kurt yelled out. You looked over your shoulder, seeing John struggling to run with Sharon on his back. You stopped, and when Bucky began to slow down to see why, you put your hand on his back, guiding him forward. “Go.” You told him, as you went to help John.
“You can’t carry me and I can’t run,” Sharon said darkly. “John, put me down.”
The crowds of zombies chasing you were only catching up.
“Sharon, we’re not leaving you.” Your voice raised in pitch, anxiety settling in.
“Sharon.” John panted. “Come on, we gotta keep going.” He tried to stabilize her, to keep her still against his back, but she managed to break his hold on her.
“Sharon—stop! Stop, Sharon, please!” You begged, your eyes watering up.
“I can’t lose another friend. Come on, don’t be like this.” John grabbed her wrist, but she pulled away.
“Take them all to Wakanda for me, okay?” She asked, giving you a soft smile.
“Sharon!” You cried out as John gripped your wrist, keeping you from chasing after her as she staggered into the horde of undead.
“We could’ve..that—she didn’t have to—“ You gasped, beginning to hyperventilate. “Yeah, I know, but we have to keep going.” John’s hand remained wrapped around your wrist. It felt too tight. It hurt.
“Let go of me.” You said as you sprinted with him.
“There’s only more of them!” Bruce stressed, and you wondered how he didn’t get whiplash from looking around between you all so fast.
“Go right!” Bucky took charge, and everyone obeyed. You kept pace with Bucky, knowing that he was running slower on purpose. The serum enhances his speed, so there was no reason he couldn’t have just bolted and gotten to safety. You admired his loyalty.
Everyone—minus you and Bucky—made it away from the main group of zombies before a large tree fell. It was burning. The only thing that you’d noticed was burning was the house.
“Zombie enhanced. Not good!” Bruce shouted.
“What do we do?” Peter tried to find a solution. You took a deep breath.
“Run!”
“What?” John, Okoye, Bruce, and Kurt all looked back at you and Bucky.
“We’ll find another way! We’ll find you!” Bucky agreed.
Peter shook his head, mouth opened slightly like he was about to protest. You hoped that this didn’t fuck him up too bad. He already had enough trauma.
“Come on!” Okoye filled in the role of ‘leader’. She was a general, after all. She was born for this.
You turned to Bucky, grabbing his arm and trying to find a way around the zombies. “Move! Move! Move!” Your voice went higher in pitch every time you said it. You wove through clusters of them, though you were still in your pajamas.
You ran through the woods, but it was still dark out. The moon was the only thing keeping you from not being able to see anything at all, and you were thankful.
“How fast can they go?” You shrieked as they began to pick up the pace.
“Y/n, go! I’ll hold them off!” Bucky began to slow down.
“What? No!”
“Just go!” He stopped suddenly, and you tumbled to the ground, trying to do the same.
“No! Not without you!” You howled, and he accepted his defeat, racing back towards you and grabbing you as you stood up.
Not without you. I love you.
Bucky and you ran through the dark woods, breathing heavily, palms sweating. You managed to trip over a tree root, pulling Bucky down with you. Just your luck, you managed to trip at the top of a hill, and you rolled down it with Bucky. Dirt and dead leaves crunched under you and scratched at your legs and arms, pine needles getting stuck in your hair and in Bucky’s.
“Fucking hell..” You groaned as you stopped rolling.
“This is not as pleasant as those fall candles said it would be.” Bucky breathed, and you laughed. You’d shown him some fall candles in a store you were raiding, one being Rolling in Leaves.
“Yeah. I agree.” You choked out.
“Come on, we gotta find..” He trailed off.
“They’re long gone, Buck. We’ll..just have to meet them in Wakanda.” You stood, helping him up.
“Don’t ever pull that shit again.” You said after a moment of walking. “What?” Bucky looked at you, not knowing what you were talking about. “That sacrifice bullshit.” You clarified. “Never fucking again.”
“Okay.” He said blankly.
“Promise me.”
“I promise.” He made direct eye contact with you as he said it.
“Good. We should find somewhere to stay for the night. I’m exhausted.”
The two of you walked for maybe an hour more or so before Bucky pointed something out in the distance. “There. Those are caves.”
You looked where he was pointing, and sure enough, they were caves.
Another hour later and you’d been able to sort through the bags and see what you had. Bucky had been smart and saved the bags from the fire.
“Why do you care? About..my life?” He broke the silence.
“Why would I not?” He shrugged in response. “Because you’re one of the only people I have left. And..I care about you, Bucky. A hell of a lot.”
“I care about you too.” He breathed, and it was clear he meant it. His gaze drifted down, towards your lips. He cleared his throat awkwardly, eyes shifting elsewhere.
“Bucky—“
“Kiss me.”
“I—what?”
“I want you..to kiss me.” The former Winter Soldier, one of the few Super Soldiers on the planet, wanted to kiss you. And who were you to say no? You felt the same way.
You leaned it at the same time, your lips against his, both of your hearts beating faster than they ever have before.
The kiss ended when you pressed your forehead to his. Bucky’s fingers tangled with yours, your knees pressed against his.
“If I have to be with anyone in this situation, I’m glad it’s you.” You whispered.
“Me too.”
“Wait a second. Can you check the front pocket of my bag and see if the little camera thing is in there?” You asked him, and he nodded, reaching over to open the front pocket of your backpack. He handed you the small device. Maybe it was weird to end a moment like that with asking for a camera, but you needed to be sure.
“Think it survived the fall?” He questioned.
“Let’s find out. If it does, maybe we can use the parts to make some kind of communication device. Maybe we can contact someone in Wakanda with it.” You pressed record. A small little light came on off the side of the camera, and you grinned. “It works.”
Now that you were recording, you realized that you might as well film your log.
“The safe house burned down. We got split up from the group. Sharon..Sharon’s gone.” You said grimly. “We have no contact with the rest of the group, and no way of knowing if they’re alive or not.” You spoke to the camera, eyes never really staying focused on one thing for more than a minute.
“This is day..forty-nine?” You glanced at Bucky, who was nodding. “Forty-nine. Day forty-nine since the apocalypse started. And Bucky and I may be the last survivors in the United States.”
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moiravim · 2 years ago
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The Sacrifice Chapter 1
Bucky Barnes x yn
Zombie Apocalypse au
Warnings: zombies, death (not yn or Bucky), weapons, mention of hydra, scary themes
875 words
@doingyourmom069 helped me write 💖💖
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Only two years ago, the infection had started. It makes no sense that I'm one of the few people left alive.
There's not much to do other than walk around,hoping you'll find somewhere safe. Just in case I always have a weapon in hand.
I let out a gasp as I hear clanking footsteps somewhere near. I look around, searching for a lifeless creature, one we've been calling 'an infected'.
I see it in the corner of my eye. I sharply turn around to see it staring back at me. It quickly charges towards me. I run as fast as I can while creating a logical idea in my head.
I see a fence that most likely had belonged to an abandoned campsite. I jumped the fence and continued running, not realizing it had followed me inside.
Since when could zombies climb? It didn't matter because it was getting closer, and I was running out of time. I quickly pulled a long knife out and turned around, preparing to face the undead creature.
I stab it in the neck as it runs into me. Right when it's about to bite me, I hear loud gunshots. I look down at its lifeless body.
I quickly back away, turning around to seeing man my age staring back at me. He lets out an annoyed breath of air before shaking his head.
"Holy shit, thanks, man." I spoke, voice slightly trembling. In an attempt to catch my breathe I perch down. "Yeah sure, no problem. Were you bit?" He asks in a serious tone.
"No, I haven't been bit." I respond, sounding startled. I roll up my sleeves, showing him my arms to prove it. He seems to have believed it, so now I ask him a question. "Have you been bit?" My voice laced with suspicion.
"No if I was bit I wouldn't of saved your ass." He stated with annoyed eyes squinting slightly in the process.
After he finished taking the silence that took over was so awkward you feel yourself almost struggling to breathe, tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Instead of letting the silence grow I choose to introduce myself. "So... I'm y/n, and you are...?" I look him in the eyes awaiting an answer. He responds "Bucky."
He dosent even attempt to smile so you figure you should at least attempt to crack a joke.He laughs loudly before returning back to his stotic self. I chuckle before asking "Have you eaten yet?" He responds "No I haven't, have you?" You answer "I haven't, let me cook dinner. I got some new supplies earlier today that I can use."
He goes to sit down on an awkward block of wood while I begin preparing the food. I pull out a gas burner and a soup pot I had recently found. Opening my backpack, I grabbed the grocery bag containing vegetables I had found just a few hours prior.
I had started making the broth last night, so now all I had to do was cook. I sit patiently, waiting for the food to finish. I turn my head to look at Bucky, preparing to ask him a question. "Can you look around the campground for some bowls? Maybe spoons?" I ask him slightly annoyed.
"Sure thing." He says in a ambitious tone. He walks away as I turn back around to continue cooking out food.
I hear the sound of someone stepping on leaves, I turn around to see him returning with a box filled with bowls, plates, and silverware. He helps pour the soup into each bowl before handing one to me. I grab a spoon, thanking him and then tasting the soup I prepared.
I begin attempting to spark up a conversation. "So... You've been traveling alone this whole time?" I curiously ask him.
"No. No, I haven't. Only for a month or so." He responded dismally. I nodded, showing sympathy for him. "What happened? If you don't mind me asking."
He looks at me with an annoyed face before responding, "My friends Sam, Steve, and I used to survive together. Sam... Sam's gone. Dead. After Sam's death, Steve and I had gotten separated."
I noticed tears starting to pour in his eyes so I decided to change the topic. "Me and my friend Natasha lived together when all of this started. We got separated, too..." He looks at me pitifully and rubs my shoulder, attempting to comfort me.
I slightly smile at him sadly, and he smiles back. "You can stay here for the night if you'd like." He offers.
"I'm leaving this site in the morning. You can choose to stay here or come with me." He adds before putting his finished bowl of soup down. I nodded, letting him know I heard and understood what he said.
When I finish eating, I begin to get ready for bed, laying down on my sleeping bag, I almost immediately feel a wave of exhaustion hit, practically passing out right when my head hits the sleeping bag.
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A/N: This first chapter was sm fun to write 🤣🤣 I already have chapters 1-6 planned so expect more parts coming soon!!
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pandagirl45 · 2 years ago
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Bucky: *sitting confused*
Sam: what is wrong Bucky?
Bucky: I think... I think Tony might be a slight cannibal
Sam: *very concerned* what you mean?
Bucky: he said he wanted to take a bite out of me
Sam: like a snack?
Bucky: no, like he was hungry...
Sam:
Sam: let go find Tony it must be a mistake
[It was in fact not a mistake]
Tony: I'm like half zombie, plus he wouldn't turn, he has to be resurrected to be a zombie... but I meant in the kinky kind of bite not the brain kind
Bucky: hot
Sam: wtf man
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sunnysideprincess · 2 years ago
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The Last of Us x What If AU
Shield finds Captain Carter and Peggy struggles to survive in a world that's left her behind
Bruce is called on the helicarrier to offer his assessment on this pathogen Hank Pym and his "team" brought back from the quantum realm, then meets zombie Hank and Janet with Scott well on his way there
Some stuff happens, shit blows up and there's zombies everywhere
Fast forward five years, Peggy is called in by Howard for a favor, where she meets Shield Commander Bucky
Howard explains to Peggy that his son, Tony needs to be shipped off to a safehouse for shield
Hydra attacks, Bucky is wounded while fighting against the Winter Soldier (dun dun dun), so Peggy has to go with Tony alone
Tony is a special case, immune to zombiefication because of the reactor in his chest (just go with it)
Cue angsty bonding between them, Peggy realising she might actually be able to live in this century thanks to this kid
Meanwhile there's Hydra, who sends its asset after them because they want to weaponize the cure
Peggy and the Soldier fight, the mask falls off —it's Steve Rogers (dun dun dun)
Steve is confused because feels, Peggy is confused because this is Steve , but not her Steve- what is going on?
Angsty stalking and run-ins on Steve's side, and Peggy coming to terms with the loss of her Steve, Tony being curious about this weirdo and his metal arm which leads to awkward bonding between him and the soldier
Tony and Peggy reach the safehouse, which is not a safehouse but a lab where Shield wants to cut Tony open and use whatever they find to create a non-digging-a-hole-in-your-chest cure
Peggy disagrees, goes on a warpath and is stopped by Bucky who tells her this is what Steve would've done, for the greater good. But then Steve steps out, carrying Tony, shoots Bucky (dead, maybe? Idk) and the trio escapes
Tony wakes up, Peggy lies to him about the doctors not needing him for the cure anymore and Steve goes along with it
Maybe a part 2, where Peggy dies trying to fight off Hydra and Tony wants revenge while Steve refuses to leave his side because the last thing Peggy asked for was to keep Tony safe
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buckbuckbarnesstuff · 5 months ago
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Completed Series
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Get yourself a snack, enjoy these wonderful series and leave some love for the creative writers :)
♤ - includes sexual themes
Also, this gif has me in a chokehold
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Something domestic [50k] @fandoms-writings
ex-military amputee!Bucky x fem!Reader
Summary: Needing an escape from the loud and busy city life, Bucky comes to stay with you on your little farm. He didn’t expect you, a hardworking and beautiful woman with struggles of your own, to take his breath away and make life a little less dreary.
{personal comment: This is one of a kind and it got stuck in my head immediately. The way Bucky heals is beautifully written and I love how the animals of the farm got included}
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For the love of the game @pellucid-constellations ♤
College Athlete!Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it. 
{personal comment: I love the changes Bucky goes through and the way all the characters are portrayed. This story never fails to give me butterflies every time I come back to it}
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Undisclosed @pellucid-constellations ♤
Lumberjack!Bucky x Reader
Summary: Desperate to outrun a secret that could cost you your life, you seek refuge in a small mountain town. Its deep forests and small cabins make it the perfect place to hide, but the travel website hadn’t mentioned anything about the quiet, burly lumberjack that wouldn’t leave your thoughts. No one had warned Bucky about you either. 
{personal comment: The story is so creative and I got hooked on the few hints of the reader's backstory in the first parts and how it got revealed. Overall, it was a great mix of angst, fluff and Bucky in love}
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Scars @chickenfics
Bucky x reader Western AU
Summary: Running from a past that haunts you and a future that is unsure, the last thing you wanted was to take up with a stranger. Strangers, you'd learned, are almost always more trouble than they're worth. But when dangers from the life you're trying to leave behind get too close for comfort, drastic times call for drastic measures, and the stranger you'd once feared becomes the only person you can trust -- and perhaps the only person you'd call your friend. Now you both just have to make it out alive...
{personal comment: I'm a sucker for Western AU's and this piece of art satisfied me to no end. I love how naturally a connection bloomed between the two and the way they learned about each other. I would give so much for being able to read this for the first time again}
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A World of Our Own @shreddedparchment ♤
Bucky x Reader Castaway AU
Summary: You and a man named Bucky crash land on a deserted island. Can the two of you come together and make it until rescue comes? After you begin to fall for the mysterious Bucky Barnes, will you even want to be rescued?
{personal comment: I was astounded with the idea of this story and the creativity that came with it. It was lovely to read how Bucky and the reader grew closer over time and how they dealt with getting rescued and having to adjust to a 'normal' life on mainland again}
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Just One Kiss @sarahwroteathing
40s!Bucky x 40s!Reader
Summary: Bucky Barnes has been chasing after you since he was ten years old, but you’re determined not to give in. How long can you hold out when all he’s asking for is just one kiss?
{personal comment: This is such a lovely series. Bucky is a sweetheart and those letters were giving me all the feels. I loved all the characters and how they are written}
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Awake My Soul [78k] @foreverindreamlandd
Bucky x reader
Summary: It's been five years since zombies first started walking the Earth, destroying anything and everything in their wake. Now, in this apocalyptic world, fighting for survival comes as naturally as breathing. The one thing you've learned ever since they arrived, though, is that the living can be so much more dangerous than the undead. When you stumble across two young, scared boys lost in the woods and being chased by walkers, you go against your better judgment and help them to safety. Little did you know that helping them would lead you to Bucky - an angry, grumpy, distrusting member of the camp Shield. Bucky has zero interest in having you enter his life. He's been hurt before and lost too many people to risk experiencing that kind of pain again, and he knows that there are secrets you aren't telling the group. Yet, when push comes to shove, and you're put at risk, he'll stop at nothing to keep you safe.
{personal comment: The storyline of this series is so creative and I was hooked since the beginning. So much thought went into this and the background of the characters, and I'm beyond grateful I got to read this lovely piece of art}
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Burn The Witch @dreamwritesimagines ♤
Bucky x reader
Summary: The mission was simple; get closer to the Winter Soldier and start a relationship with him to get the necessary information for your superiors to use.
Everyone told you not to get your feelings involved. 
You should have listened.
{personal comment: I loved reading about how Bucky interacts with the two different personalities the reader portrays without knowing it’s the same person and how she switches between those two. The other characters are great as well and I really enjoy your writing style here]
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The Bienville @indyluckycharlie ♤
Modern!Bucky x reader
Summary: Bucky is the young CEO of his family’s publishing house. A year into the role and working his ass off, he’s finally taking a much needed vacation (upon the advice of his well-meaning family and friends).
Solo and feeling a little lost, Bucky finds himself getting a little attached to the front desk receptionist, a local who grew up on the islands and dreams of bigger things.
{personal comment: I've read this a few times already and will definitely do it again. I loved how Bucky relaxed more and turned so charming, and how they built that connection so naturally. I felt everything I read and it was beautiful}
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Harmless @shurisneakers
Bucky x Villan!Reader
Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with.
{personal comment: I had so much fun while reading this and it’s so damn creative. It was lovely to read how they grew closer over time and the many things they did for each other]
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Heart to a Gunfight [38.3k] @lailannajacobs
Modern!Bucky x reader
Summary: You didn’t want to help Bucky Barnes make it through the party by pretending to be his fake girlfriend, after all, you had just met him. You also didn’t plan on the charade lasting as long as it did. 
{personal comment: This is so lovely and I found myself grinning so much while reading this. But I also enjoyed the little angst in there and how they ended up together}
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Leave This Town @avengerofyourheart ♤
Mechanic!Bucky x reader
Summary: Your dreams of kissing your small town life goodbye are about to come true when an unexpected detour leaves you stranded. Meeting the handsome local mechanic has you rethinking your plans. Perhaps happiness is less about where you’re headed and more about the people you meet along the way.
{personal comment: I'm a sucker for Mechanic!Bucky and I really love this creative piece of art}
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Vacant Mirrors @whirlybirbs
Bucky x reader
Summary: Shit’s been rough. Shit was rough even before the blip. Dr. Hart shares an office with dr. Raynor, and you share a waiting room with Bucky Barnes.
{personal comment: I enjoyed this so much and went through so many emotions while reading it, feeling everything so vividly. This includs all I need of Bucky Barnes and I'm in love}
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The Two of Us [39.7k] @bucky-bucket-barnes ♤
Bucky x Avenger!Reader
Summary: You and Bucky go to investigate the phenomenon happening in Westview, New Jersey. While attempting to understand the issue, you yourselves are sucked into Wanda's world of pretend. Now, you believe yourselves to be the happily married Mr. and Mrs. Barnes; in real life, you are most definitely not a happy pair. It is up to you and Bucky to piece together what's happening while dealing with one another inside the hex.
{personal comment: We all love a good enemies to lovers and this was really exciting to read. It got me hooked so fast and I loved it till the end}
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Everything Backwards [35.2k] @buckybabybaby
Bucky x reader
Summary: When you make-out with a ‘James’ on a night out, you don’t expect to see him again, so imagine your surprise the next day when it turns out he’ll be your new sort-of-flat-mate. As Nanny for Peggy & Steve’s three children, you’ve hit the jackpot, but now the guy across the corridor is threatening to ruin it. 
{personal comment: I really loved how Bucky softened and the way they formed a connection. The interactions with the kids are lovely, I enjoyed this so much}
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Sky full of Song [65k] @wkemeup ♤
Pirate!Bucky x Pirate/Siren!Reader
Summary: Despite the bitter resentment of the crew, you found a home on Captain Barnes’ ship; on the ocean where you belonged, at the side of a captain you swore loyalty and heart to. But when course is plotted for a legendary island, the secret that has kept you alive for years is threatened to be revealed.
{personal comment: This series is amazing and the storyline has such a nice flow to it, that had me hooked so bad. Bucky's so respectful and protective and I read this so many times already, it might actually be sad. But I'm in love with this art}
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365 Days @abovethesmokestacks
Bucky x reader soulmate AU
Summary: "You all know how it is, the one constant in this hellish life: You have a soulmate. No idea who it is, no clues whatsoever, only 25 years to find them. In 364 days, my time’s up. It sounds like a lot, but so does 25 years, and look where that got me. So, for better or for worse, I’ll try. I’ve got twelve months to find whoever my soul is knit together with."
{personal comment: I didn’t think I'd be into solemate au's but this was really lovely. The small glimpses into the life of Bucky in between really piqued my interest}
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All Good Things @sagechanoafterdark
Ghost!Bucky x witch!Reader
Summary: After only three days of dealing with the annoying specter haunting you, you break the rules and accidently give a ghost a body. So what do you do when you find out the man you’re now sharing your your apartment with isn’t really a ghost and that haunted touch is a little warmer than you realized?
{personal comment: The concept of this story is so interesting and captivated me instantly. I had fun reading this and went through a lot of emotions throughout}
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Wild horses [22k] @whitewolfbumble
Biker!Bucky x reader
Summary: Kicked out of school and exiling yourself in a town time forgot, one little incident lands the sights of the locally infamous Avengers biker gang square on you. Wild horses run faster and there was no chance to turn back now. 
{personal comment: I'm smitten with this story, it’s so nice and I found myself relate to the reader so lany aspects. It’s some lovely work}
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The Thrill of the Hunt [12k] @rookthorne ♤
Scare Actor!Bucky x reader
Summary: Ancient game of cat and mouse, a fight for survival between a predator and their prey, wasn’t a new phenomenon — it had been practised for centuries and it was an art that very, very few perfected. For years you had chased the craving to find someone that had mastered the art of the hunt, and for Halloween, you had gone all out and visited a haven unlike any other.
It was there that you found your match. 
Cloaked in nothing but black and shrouded in a sense of lethality, you would have to run from this shadow in an adrenaline fuel haze unlike any other. A chase for the ages, the very one you desired. 
And if he caught you, your world would end as you knew it.
{personal comment: This is so thrilling and was really exciting to read. The switches between him as Bucky and then his character had me reeling}
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Want one? @hootyhoobuckaroo
Demon!Bucky x reader
Summary: The reader summons a demon by accidentally drawing an occult symbol in sandwich condiments. The demon, a strange yet oddly charming being by the name of Buchanan, begins to frequent her little apartment. It’s only a matter of time until she can make her way past his guarded exterior.
{personal comment: The story had an interesting concept, and I really liked it, it’s endearing}
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Drifting @real-jane
Bucky x reader
Summary: Bucky saves the life of a woman when she's buried in an avalanche. Faced with the possibility that his cover might be blown, Bucky must keep the woman alive, and try to keep her from finding out who he is... or what he's done.
How long can he hide?
{personal comment: I don’t read a lot of fics written in the third person but this did me in and I had to try. Couldn't stop, the writing style is captivating and I was really invested}
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A dish served cold @artficlly
Outlaw!Bucky x reader
Summary: After the murder of your pa, you go on a journey to find justice. Fate brings you to Crimson Junction for a reason, and that reason is Bucky Barnes. 
{personal comment: This series got me so invested. I'm loving the captor/captive energy and although I do feel bad for Bucky, I am so grateful the reader doesn’t instantly fall in love with him and forget about the reason she tracked him down for in the first place. I got so excited when they talked about what happened and I'm thrilled to find out that there is going to be a sequel}
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Salt the earth @mallowswriting
Childhoodbestfriend!Bucky x reader (best friends to enemies to allies to lovers/Road trip AU)
Summary: Brock Rumlow is a slick, charming, wise-cracking businessman that you are lucky to have a claim to. Brock Rumlow is your fiance. brock rumlow is going to suffocate you. 
Brock Rumlow is going to be surprised when you disappear, nothing left behind but a note. But once you’ve gone through with steps 1-4 of your 5 step escape plan, you find out that the ‘friend’ nat told you to meet - the ‘friend’ who is going to drive you across the country to the utopia of safety that is new york - just had to be Bucky fucking Barnes. 
“If you’re so annoyed with the music, you can drive.” 
“You’d never let me drive this car.”
“Exactly. Now shut up.” 
{personal comment: Read all this in one go, just couldn't help myself. The way that connection forms again all throughout the bickering and heartfelt conversations and the way the backstory of them both is introduced is so captivating. This was a nice read}
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Something more @tellmealovestory ♤
bestfriend!Bucky x reader
Summary: After a bad breakup you ask your best friend to take your virginity. It’s just friends with benefits. What could possibly go wrong? Modern AU
{personal comment: Bucky is such a sweetheart, so soft and considerate, I'm so smitten and I really enjoyed the way the sexy times are written}
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That Summer @tellmealovestory ♤
Biker!Bucky x reader
Summary: You’ve spent every summer since you were a child in the idyllic beach town that you call home three months out of the year. This summer should be no different except for the addition of Bucky Barnes. Sparks fly upon first meeting, but it’s only a summer fling, right? Modern AU. 
{personal comment: This made me feel so warm, it’s beautiful. I love this relationship and how it’s portrayed}
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It’s a Deal @justreadingfics ♤
boytoy!Bucky x reader
Summary: You’re out of a relationship of 10 years and you’re just in desperate need to get laid, no strings attached, no romance, no complications. You dear friend Natasha feels like she’s going to regret this later, but she might have the perfect guy to fulfill your needs.  
{personal comment: I love fuckboy!Bucky falling in love and this was just what I needed}
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Relationship tutor @samingtonwilson ♤
College!Bucky x College!Reader
Summary: Bucky, a relationship novice, asks for your help in dating your friend. Unable to say no to him, you agree despite everyone and everything telling you not to.  
{personal comment: Another beautifully written series. I love the many friendships, especially the little interactions with Sam. And Bucky's a lovesick idiot, and I find myself craving that a lot, so that was perfect}
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No such thing @sanguineterrain
College!Bucky x College!Journalist!Reader
Summary: You’ve been assigned to write a column for your school paper on the team’s spectacular running back. You don’t care very much for your university’s football team; you just can’t understand the hype, okay? Turns out your distaste for football bigheads was exactly on point: James Barnes is insufferable.
{personal comment: Sassy reader here and I loved it. Their bickering is everything and I enjoyed how they grew a friendship to realizing there is more}
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Breaking the Rules @redgillan
Modern!Bucky x reader
Summary: You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.
{personal comment: I enjoyed this so much. It’s incedibly relatable, real and it’s enemies to lovers, so that’s a huge bonus in the first place. Bucky's backstory touched me and I love how she needed some time to process everything and not just jump at the chance to be with him}
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sashaisready · 1 year ago
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Chapter Six - You Already Know
Bucky Barnes Mob AU x Femme Reader
You're hard at work in Pepper's Bakery when notorious mob boss James 'Bucky' Barnes darkens your doorway one typical afternoon, and life is never the same again.
18+ - see Masterlist for full list of warnings
Series Masterlist
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You felt like a zombie during your shift, lifting your limbs was like wading through water. You’d nearly called out sick, but didn’t want to leave Wanda to hold the fort by herself – especially if Bucky and his stalkery thugs paid a visit. You had hardly slept after you discovered Sam in the car. It was unsettling. You wondered how long Bucky had been doing it, kicking yourself for being too oblivious to notice that you were being followed. You hated how violated it made you feel.
You had gone to work looking at each car that passed you, eyes searching for the familiar vehicle. You checked parked cars, cars halting at stop signs, cars turning down parallel streets. You didn’t see anything, but resented the paranoid wreck you’d become in a matter of hours. Then it hit you that they might have switched vehicles and you’d have no idea if they’d already passed you.
Wanda took one look at you and knew something was off, grilling you until you gave it up. You were embarrassed, truth be told. You’d gushed to her about Bucky and then you had to confess that he’d had you followed for God only knows how long. You felt foolish. It was arrogant of you to think you could tease a mob boss for months on end without any consequences.
Wanda’s eyes bugged in shock, horrified by this development.
“That’s so fucked up…” she said gently.
“Yep” you sighed sadly as you laid out the fresh stock.
“And you haven’t spoken to him since?”
You shook your head, stifling a yawn. “Nope…But if I had a crystal ball I’d assume that might change today”.
Wanda thought hard. “Are you going to go to the cops?”
You glared at her. “And say what? The employees of a man I flirt with at my bakery were parked outside my house at 3am on a public road where anyone can drive? They didn’t approach me, they were just sleeping in their car? Oh and that man just happens to be notorious mob boss Bucky Barnes, who you probably take bribes from?” you respond, sharper than you intended to.
Wanda gritted her teeth. “Well…when you put it like that…”
You sighed again. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you. I know you’re trying to help. I’m just tired. And y’know…weirded out”.
Wanda nodded. She moved towards you and pulled you in for a hug. You accepted it gladly, allowing her embrace to comfort you.
“Thanks…I needed that” you murmur.
“Anytime. Look…I don’t mean to scare you, but I have to ask. Do you…do you think you’re in danger?” she asks cautiously.
You pause for a moment, considering the question. “Honestly? No. I don’t feel like I’m at risk. I’m just…very spooked” you explain.
Wanda nods, chewing her lip. You can tell she’s worried.
The bell above the door rings, breaking you two from your thoughts. Your heads spin to check who it is, only to see Bucky, Steve and Sam walk in. Their faces are solemn, it suddenly feels very warm in the room, as if you are standing right by the oven.
“Morning, gentleman” you call over to them, your tone indignant. “I would tell you what our specials are today, but I’m guessing you have already sent someone by to check”.
Bucky exhales, staring at you fiercely. His eyes are as penetrating as ever, hard to tear away from.
“Can we talk?” he asks gruffly.
You pretend to think for a moment. “Uh…no” you fire back sarcastically.
“C’mon Doll…” he replies, taking a hesitant step towards you.
“Don’t call me that” you spit.
He holds his hands up defensively. “Alright. I won’t. Look, I just want five minutes of your time. No tricks. And then I’ll be out of your way. Deal?”
You eye him suspiciously. “Just five, and then you’ll leave?”
He nods. “You have my word”.
“And you’re not going to send your goons to follow me home or anything creepy?” you ask sternly.
He shakes his head. “Nobody is going anywhere near you. I promise”.
You glance over at Wanda who gives you a small smile, reminding you that she’s here if you need her.
Your head snaps back to Bucky. “Alright, five minutes. But I don't want an audience”. You look to his men.
Bucky signals to Steve and Sam who swiftly exit the shop. You follow behind them to the front door, putting the latch on and flipping the ‘We’ll be right back!” sign in the window to be sure that you aren’t interrupted by any customers. Wanda looks at you expectantly but you nod to show you’re okay, she nods back before disappearing into the back room.
You fold your arms in front of your chest and lean against the counter, waiting for Bucky’s justification.
He clears his throat and begins to speak “So-”
“How long?” you interrupt briskly.
“What…?”
“How long?” you repeat, knowing full well he understands what you’re asking.
“Uh…since the start” he admits sheepishly.
You splutter. “Jesus fucking Christ” you hiss, covering your eyes with your hands.
“Look, I’m sorry. I know it’s a lot…”
“It’s so creepy! What the fuck?” you bark.
“Can you just let me talk? Please?” he snaps back, irritated now.
You shrug angrily and wave a hand gesturing him to speak.
“I’m sorry. I know how this must look. It must’ve been scary for you when you found them. You were never supposed to know…”
“Oh, well that’s fine then!” you scoff.
He looks at you warningly and you roll your eyes, allowing him to continue.
“…The fact is I do a lot of that. It comes with my job. After that first day I knew we’d be coming here a lot because the food was good and the men would want to. And that means I’d be interacting with you a lot. And that means I had to check you out. I have enemies everywhere, Doll. You’d be amazed. And you’d be handling my food so…”
You scoff. “Oh come on Tony Soprano, I’m just a Baker”.
“I know that now. But I didn’t. Look, I know it sounds crazy. But you know who I am. What I do” he looks at you earnestly, his eyes glued to yours as he talks.
“Also Tony Soprano is in the mafia…not the mob…”
You scowl at him and he holds his hand out defensively. 
“Not the time…okay I get it…”
He takes a breath and continues.
“Years ago, I started going to this coffee shop downtown. Loved the place, went several times a week. Until one day I’m grabbing my latte and the damn manager tries to turn a gun on me. Turns out an old client of mine with a grudge had cornered him, tells him he knows I’m in his shop every week and offered him $3000 to take me out when my guard is down. Said he could guarantee the cops wouldn't pursue it either. He didn’t get very far, poor kid had never pulled a trigger in his life, but it made me very cautious about where I spend my money, you get it?”
You gasp. “God, that’s horrible…”
He nods. “I know. $3k? I’m worth more than that…” he chuckles.
You shake your head with disapproval but are unable to hide your smirk.
“So you see, that’s what it was. Just to check you weren’t going to be slipping arsenic into my doughnuts or meeting with any of my...ex associates. And so we kept an eye on you. Maximoff too, very briefly”.
Your eyes widen as you listen to him talk, shocked by how casual he is about it all.
“It was soon pretty obvious to us that you weren’t cold blooded killers and didn't have any criminal ties. And here’s where I fucked up…because I know I should’ve stopped but…I don’t know. I started enjoying my time with you more and more. And I started feeling protective of you, I just wanted to make sure you were safe. So my men continued to keep an eye on you. It wasn’t all the time, just here and there. I know it’s creepy and you have every right to be mad…but that’s why. I’m sorry I scared you. I promise they won’t do it anymore. I think sometimes I’m so caught up in my world that I forget how it appears to people outside of it”.
You’re struck by the sincerity of his tone, if he was spinning you a yarn to keep you sweet then he was doing it convincingly. You open your mouth to speak, but no words come to you as you try to absorb everything you’ve heard. You’re horrified that you’ve been followed without your knowledge, your instincts tell you to get as far away from this man as you can. Yet a tiny part of you lights up at his admission that he enjoys his time with you, and that this was all motivated by wanting to protect you – as twisted as that might be. You're like a moth to a flame, unable to keep away.
“You don’t have to protect me” you reply with irritation. 
He nods, the beginnings of a warm smile curling onto his perfect mouth. “I know. I’ve overstepped, I’m really sorry”.
You find yourself annoyed that you can feel yourself relenting. He’s just so smooth, his words roll off his tongue so effortlessly – his charm envelopes you as you’re swept downstream, unable to keep your head above water. If he’s manipulating you then he’s doing a great job.
“You really enjoy your time with me?” you ask shyly.
He grins, cocking his head to the side as he drinks you in.
“Well, put it this way. This bakery is all the way across town from my home. I can’t get here without getting stuck in traffic, and I pass at least three other bakeries on the way. I've spent thousands of dollars in here. So what do you think?”
You blush, dropping your eyes to the floor. “Well, we are the best…” you reply gently.
His grin widens. “That’s also true”.
You sigh. “Alright. You’re not totally forgiven…but let’s put it behind us. BUT I don’t want to see an SUV anywhere near me from now on”.
He exhales, clasping his hands together in gratitude. “Thank-you, that means a lot to me”.
He leans in and places a gentle kiss on your cheek, your face burning as his lips make contact with your skin.
You nod, slightly flustered by the whole exchange.
“I should get going” Bucky says as he checks the time on his phone. “But I’m glad we straightened this out”.
You nod again, still slightly unnerved by it all, but giddy from his attention.
“Hey, do you think I could get your number?” he asks, handing you his phone.
You feel a surge of excitement in your belly, nodding as you take it from him and add yourself to his contacts. A burst of images fly through your head – being on a date with him, kissing him, walking hand in hand, sinking onto a mattress with him…
“I’m surprised you don’t already have it…” you say coyly as you pass the phone back.
He smirks, looking at the entry in his phone. “Well, I could’ve…but I thought you’d prefer the old fashioned way”. He winks at you as he heads to the door.
“Bucky…” you call out to him.
He turns to face you expectantly, one hand already on the door.
“What…uh…what happened to the coffee shop guy with the gun?” you find yourself asking, unable to resist scratching that itch.
Bucky’s face hardens, he drops his gaze to the floor momentarily before his focus shifts back to you again. His eyes are suddenly cold, a world away from the affection you found in them just moments before.
“You sure you want to know?” he asks chillily.
You pause, shaking your head as you stare at your feet.
You already know.
His face softens again, flipping over the sign and unlatching the door.
“I’ll see you around, Doll”.
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➼ 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹’𝑺 𝑩𝑰𝑵𝑫 (17+) 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒆
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theme — a marvel zombie au!
pairings — bucky barnes x fem!reader, steve rogers x fem!reader
warnings — marriage troubles, slight fluff, training, slight angst
summary — the outbreak had happened as quick as the first bite. one, then two, then 1/3 of the population became 2/3’s. before any of the avengers could comprehend this threat, it overcame them with new york’s rising population becoming undead. bucky is your protector, not by choice but by chance he was there just in time to save you. you two flew the compound, leaving the life you knew. leaving your husband to rot. as you two grapple what this new world has become, everything became too much. the world depended on you guys to save them, but how could you save anyone now? and when the blood runs and the nights become colder, who will save you?
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Unbeknownst to the entire compound, the United States Eastern coast has became initially exposed to its impending demise.
The spread began in the north of Maine,  at 2:13 am, September 27th.
Sun dripped into your windows as the birds chirped and sang their songs. You could feel the rising warmth kiss your skin, your eyes crinkle before widening at the blaring noise of your alarm.
6 am.
"Steeeeve..." You grumble out, tossing your covers over your eyes and tossing the other way.
The alarm's blaring noise answered you instead.
"STEEEEVE!" You yell out again, wavering your hand blindly to swat at the annoying piece of scrap on your bedside table.
The alarm's annoyance continued.
"Ugh.." You submit, tossing your cover over and cutting the box's voice short before it could continue its belligerence.
You sit up, yawning and stretching your arms outward. You blink and let your eyes adjust to the sun's colors, greeting you unwarranted.
You turn and find your husband's spot... empty. It's neatly folded as-well. You scan the room, looking for a trace to as where any sign of Steve could've placed. Nothing in sight.
You get up, tidying your bed to twin with Steve's side. You slide into your slippers and grab your morning robe that hanged on a door rack of your closest which you draggingly coated yourself into. You noticed Steve's was still there. You round the bed, noting Steve's slippers were placed beside a wall, not in front of the bed as he set them before he slept.
He must've started the day without you already.
You roll your eyes. You get he likes a fresh start to the day, but you love the mornings you awake with him together especially.
Figuring the previous, you grab your clothes for the day and bathing supplies. Can't trust leaving your soaps in the community showers after Captain Marvel took a visit and was curious to what each Earth product was the best for her hair. Although she is currently off planet, it became a better idea to keep things in each other's room after using.
You walk down the halls, yawning and stretching. You pass Wanda just before she re-enters her room, already completed with her shower. "Morning Y/N!" you hear her greet, and you say the same to her in kind, a little more tired, before following with another yawn. "Morning Wanda."
You soon enter the community showers, the woman's and men divided but placed across each other. You hear some men inside, and know everyone is now starting their day if they haven't already.
"Morning sunshine." You look and see Natasha, wearing her morning robe and dampening her hair with a towel before wrapping it on her head. "Morning Natty" you say, giving her a half ass smile. "What time did you go to bed?" She chuckles. "Late. Maybe around 2?" You reply, approaching one of the covered showers and turning the nozzle to warm it up.
You hear Nat playfully pout. "Why so late babe?" You feel for the water, checking its temp. "Steve kept tossing and turning." You say.
Causality of being married to a former man in the army. No biggie, you're used to it and it's not the worst thing in the world.
"Ah, yeah that happens. Barnes did it a lot when we were together for a bit. But then again so did I some nights.." She trails off. Her and Barnes had dated a few years ago, but parted for differences and that they were better as friends. No hard feelings. Nat then met Bruce and since then they've been stable for about 3 years.
You felt the water become the right temp, nodding to Nat's words but signaling her that you needed to waken the fuck up and let the water rush over you. You entered the shower, closing the curtain and began undressing leaving everything on a bench inside the area. Stark made sure to have it be spacious and with storage. Though you're convinced it was Pepper's touch.
"Have you seen Steve? He wasn't with me when I awoke." You asked, setting your ring alongside your clothes, looking at it for a brief second as it sat. "Yeah, he went on a run with Wilson earlier, like... an hour ago?" She estimated, slightly muffled sounding as she began brushing her teeth.
You nodded, beginning your routine and lathering yourself in this new body wash that Stark sponsored and they wouldn't stop sending him merchandise. At least it smelled nice and lathered all bubbly.
You heard from the outside of your shower the sink run, clothes rustle, a zip of jeans and soon blow drying.
You thought on how Steve, as of late, would begin his mornings without you. Actually... for the past few months. It felt special when you guys woke up together, greeting each other with morning kisses and snuggling for a little bit too long before risking being late on morning training and breakfast. Not to mention, you two have been going on separate missions as well. There's been a slowly increasing distance, but nothing you would dare be vocal on as you diminished it to 'just nothing too serious to worry on'.
"Hey babe, I'm done with myself. I'll be in the kitchen with the others, Steve and Sam should be back from their run soon." You hear Nat yell. "Thanks Nat, will do!" You respond, snapping out of your thoughts and slowly beginning to wrap up.
You turned the nozzle, grabbing your towel and drying yourself. There was a light layer of steam, the sun brightening the rooms more now.
You dressed yourself in your casual attire, adorning your ring last. You fiddled with it, twisting it with your right index and thumb.
Surely, Steve wasn't slipping from you, right?
Or... you weren't from him?
No, you wouldn't. You love Steve. He's your husband. Till death do you part.
You brushed your teeth and washed your face, cleansing it and patting it dry with your hand towel. You did your makeup after, then finally brushing out your hair before pulling it back, leaving some strands to frame your face.
You grab the remainder of your belongings and open the to door leave. As you do so, you hear the men's bathroom door open opposite of you.
It's Buck. His hair is damp and some parts wet. He wears a Henley that's clings onto his body a bit too well. You try to not take note of how well it highlights his muscles throughly.
"Oh, hey Y/N, morning." He greets, monotonously but still positive somewhat. "Morning Buck" You say, looking over his face. He recently shaved so he looks more cleaned up.
You two walk out of the bathroom area together towards the bedding suites. "You didn't join Steve for his run today?" You ask. Usually Steve and Buck do everything together. "Nah, just didn't.. feel up to it. Plus I had a mess to clean up." He says, gesturing to his jaw. You chuckle slightly to it, it was kinda getting out of control. "It looked somewhat fine before, but I get it." You say. He notices you trail off, looking more ahead downward. "You ok?" He asks, stopping to a halt and facing you. "Yeah, I'm good Buck. Just.." you trail off.
You stop and think to yourself. You don't want to bother your husband's best friend with marriage issues. Doesn't feel the most appropriate. Plus, you never like to talk down about Steve or any sort of negative way, especially when it could just be nothing.
"Just kind of hungry. I went to bed late too so I'm extra tired." You salvage, giving him a reassuring smile which he copies. You two continue your walk. "Well we got raiding drills later, so better be on your a-game for that soldier." He chuckles, before nodding towards his door which you two came upon. It’s the door next to you and Steve's room. Of course they were paired to be set up right next to each other's quarters. "Ha, so totally looking forward to that." You sarcastically say, him slightly chuckling before you two both enter your respected rooms.
You drop off your dirty clothes into the laundry shoot, setting down your bathing supplies and unplugging your phone from your charger.
1 message from 'Hubby', 5:45 am.
[Hey, out on a run with Sam. Be back around 7.]
You clear the notification off your screen and check the time. 6:53 am. He should be back soon.
You put your phone into your pocket, heading towards the door before closing it shut and heading towards the kitchen.
You hear the commotion before you see it, heading down the stairs and the smell of bacon instantly hitting you. Yum.
"So he said, 'you fucker!'" you hear Clint say, mimicking a foreign accent. "And I said, 'but I barely know her!'" he laughs at his own dad joke, you not initially hearing the first part of the joke but you know it was corny as any of his other jokes. And so does everyone, as you hear some disappointed groans follow from it. 
You see Bruce frying eggs and bacon, Nat preparing toast and jam for herself, Tony nursing a cup of coffee lowly talking to Bruce beside him, Clint rambling about his jokes sitting at the head of the table, and Wanda delved into her Sokovian poetry book on the couch. 
Tony's the first to notice you. "Hey sleeping beauty, thanks for joining us for comedy hour, don't expect much though, it's a bit outdated." He whips, Clint sending him an offended shocked look. "Hey my jokes are funny!" He retorts. "Sure pal, and I'm a blessed virgin nun." Tony quips back, some low laughter from the other teammates following. Everyone greets you with a morning as well as you make yourself more settled into the room.
You fix yourself your favorite mug, nudging Tony to the side with a small hip bump and grabbing the coffee pot nearby. He scoffs jokingly and makes his way towards a head chair at the opposite end of Clint.
"Morning Y/N, how do you like your eggs?" You hear Bruce warmly ask. He's always so sweet. He took up cooking, and it's calmed him a lot. "Scrambled today, and some bacon if you don't mind." You smile at him, he smiles back and nods his head. You stir your cream and sugar together.
As you clink the spoon on your mug, you hear the compound doors open followed by rumbling laughter. Steve and Sam are back from their run.
You feel as though you're supposed to be more warmly about your husband returning, but find yourself being only pleasantly happy. Why weren't you as ecstatic like before? Is it because you realized the distance?
"Hey guys, welcome back, how was the 10k mile run?" Tony jokes, Steve rolls his eyes but chuckles. He wipes his forehead. He doesn't look to you yet.
Why didn't he look at you first?
"Was quite the warm up, Sam barely caught up with me." Steve said, gesturing to Sam who was clearly delighted to be back from the morning cardio. He had a sheen of sweat over his face. "You cheated you old man.." he heaved, hands on both his knees to stabilize his breathing.
At the same time, Bucky made his way down the steps. You looked and caught his eye first. He smiled at you, and you returned the gesture and hoisted up your cup as an hello.
Steve finally took notice of you and smiled. "Hey honey, morning." He greeted, making his way to you before kissing you quickly. Luckily with his super soldier capabilities, he doesn't sweat. At least not after a run he'd consider easy work. You smiled into the kiss, lightly ghosting your fingers over his jaw. "Morning handsome."
Bucky watches the display of affection. It's cute. He's happy for his best friend. He found himself a very good beautiful woman. Steve's deserved this life, especially after everything. You're Steve's girl, and Bucky will always protect you on the field as a courtesy to his best friend.
"Eggs are done!" Bruce calls. "I get first dibs, mine!" Tony says, pushing past everyone to secure his plate first.
11:43 am.
Morning training is a brutal start of the day. It goes over swiftly, standard drills and procedures. Tony made a holographic simulation, that way it's easier to track each member's stats and determine their strong and weak points as well as pushing past the boundaries of what is physically possible. Which is somewhat good, because technically none of you guys should be possible, yet here you are. It prepares all of you guys for how to handle future opponents you've yet to encounter. For the chance of impossibility..
You sparred with Steve only a handful of times, but often spar against other people to not let the marriage influence any pulled punches. Today, your sparring partners were Clint and Bucky.
Clint was defense based. He had trained with S.H.I.E.L.D longer than you did when it was still active. He knocks you down only a few times, but more so you over come him. He's proud of you regardless, as he was one of the people who recommended you for the spot on the team. He wasn't that much older than you, but you remember him from the academy days when he was a fresh graduate and you were a shining young prodigy.
Bucky was offense based. You were vigilante with your defense, coming in strong with offense, but Bucky always had the upper hand due to longer experience than most people in the room.
"You need to aim high but strike low. Throw them off, take them by surprise. Always use the element of surprise to your advantage." He advised, you two in a walking rotating circle. You went for a fake out punch with your right hand, him raising his hands instantly before you swipe your left foot under him and watch him fall. "Like that? Feels like a cheap shot." You retort, you both chuckle but you help him up. "Cheap, but works at times. I let you do that by the way. Be more aggressive this time." He chuckles, and you two continue the routine.
Steve watches as you train with his best friend. He watches your every move. When the others don't train you, Steve tries to personally train you himself on what he knows. But different builds require different tactics. He hasn't trained you in a while, he realizes.
He then takes note. He hasn't really set aside a whole lot of time with you. He feels a slight disconnect, but he blames it for his soldier core. And he's sure you understand, right?
"Capper, you gonna stop drooling over your lady or focus back?" Nat quips. Steve shyly smiles. "Can't resist looking at her." He plays off his thoughts, and continues his training with Nat.
1:12 pm.
Lunch gets delayed till then, mostly everyone having cut training quits before then to eat while you focused more and trained a bit longer. Your thoughts run back to you and Steve as you attack a punching bag. You recall endless mornings waking up alone, how your soothing doesn't help him slept as well as it did, how he no longer looked for you first any time he entered a room. How he—
"Doll, we don't need Stark asking both of us for a new punching bag out of our paychecks." Steve's voice breaks your focus and you stop. You hold the bag to a halt and wipe the sweat off your forehead with your boxing glove. You turn and see Steve, hands on hips and a smug smirk plastered on his handsome face. The face that once upon a time charmed America and your heart.
You sigh, giving your best smile to him. Maybe you are just overthinking everything. You guys are Avengers, of course you guys can be caught up in this kind of line of work.
"I'm sure he wouldn't notice the dent in his wallet." You say, taking off your gloves as Steve approaches you. He kisses you lightly again, quick and brisk. You became accustomed to the chaste kisses. Though you missed the ones filled with passion and ones that felt like he was kissing you for air. "No, he definitely wouldn't but he'd notice out of spite for us." He retorts, rising a small chuckle from you.
He holds your frame and you place your now bare hands onto his broad chest. You take notice he's in his uniform. You weren't notified there was a mission today? Usually Steve lets you know weeks in advance.
"Why are you in uniform?" You question him, giving him a puzzled tense look. He reads your expression and drops his shoulders. "Emergency mission. Fury informed us that there has been this kind of outbreak in Central America. It's taken over governments in a day." He explains. You become more confused. "Why weren't we aware of this? Governments, like plural?" You ask, kinda huffing but surprised by the lack of knowledge of this. "Because hun.." a look of worry paints his face. Rarely he's this concerned over a mission. "It happened just two days ago. In just a couple days, multiple countries fell." He explains, and the worry on his face then dresses your own. "But-" "With the Sokovia Accords, international issues have been restricted. Until now. But they're being limited with it as an ultimatum." He reads your mind and answers the question you were about to ask. It explains a bit, yet nothing at all. Sure you heard some minor things on international plagues, but there has been so many new diseases in the last decade that you didn't think much of this one.
"Wait... what do you mean by limited?" You ask, and as if on cue, Nat, Wanda, and Tony stand themselves at the entrance of the training room.
The gears slowly start to form in your head. "They only want a few of us to go check it out. Fury was told that only me, The Black Widow, Scarlet Witch, and Ironman were requested by the UN." Steve says, and you feel your heart sink.
"No no Steve, I'm coming with you-" "Darling you can't.." Steve's heart breaks hearing your plea. "Steve no!" You scream at him, holding onto his uniform before he grapples his hold on you a bit tighter to shake you out of it. "Y/N!" You feel teary eyed. You felt wrong to have doubt his love and question the distance between you two. Although it was warranted and fair, it seemed so little now.
Something like this sounds dangerous. And you wouldn't be there to have his back?
"Please look... it'll only be a few days mission, a week tops. The UN don't want us there, so I'm sure they're gonna want us back as soon as possible." He reassured, though it did little to calm you. "I'm sure this is just an inside terrorist organization. They probably orchestrated this to all happen at once." He continues. You blink back your tears, trying to hear him out and make reason of it all.
Bucky, who was a few rooms down, had heard the commotion and came forward to it. He saw his fellow team members at the door, heading towards Nat for an explanation which she shortly gave to him. After, he looked to you and Steve, watching the scene unfold with everyone else.
"I'll be back soon doll. That's a promise." Steve says with a smile and caresses your cheek softly. You try to melt into his touch, but there's a million things going on in your head at the moment. You can't find comfort, there isn't enough comfort for what you're trying to process. But maybe he is right. Maybe it is just a situation where it's another power hungry turf war, and maybe you were just overthinking everything from earlier. All these maybes.
He lifts your chin with his fingers, looking for a knowing comfort in your eyes. That look where you know and believe in him. Your eyes dart before meeting his. He sees uncertainty. He doesn't know what to think of it, and just tries to reason to himself that you're worried for him as a wife and concerned.
You numbly nod, a soft "Okay" leaving your lips.
"Hate to break up this lover's bid farewell moment, but Cap were on a time schedule." Tony chirps, Nat instantly jabbing him in his stomach for his nonchalance. "Ow Nat." "Read. The. Room." she grits through her teeth, as Tony soothes his stomach slightly.
You two look to the group at the entrance, nodding before turning to each other again. "I love you Y/N. I'll be back. Promise." Steve says, holding up your hand and kissing it. You feel the heaviness in your heart and in your words, unsure and unaware for what will follow after this. "I love you too Steve." You return, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him. He hugs you tight and returns the kiss, savoring it and giving more passion into it than he has of late. He's certain it wouldn't be his last, as surely, he'd return in a few days.
He parts from the kiss first, caressing your cheek again with his hand and kissing your forehead before leaving and heading towards the entrance with everyone else.
He approaches Bucky, who with the newfound information, understands his need to go but still is worried for his best friend. "If anything happens here Buck..." Steve starts off, placing one hand on Bucky's shoulder. "Protect her, no matter the cost. No matter what you do, look after her." He says, entrusting Bucky to look after you. Bucky looks at you, who has Nat now comforting you. Bucky looks back at Steve, nodding his head. "I'll protect her. No matter what." Bucky promised. Steve believes it, if not, knows it. He thinks it won't come to that, but as a safety measure, he has to know you're taken care of. You are the most precious thing in the world to him. Whatever it means that you're safe and good, that's what matters to him. He knows you'll be good in Bucky's care.
The two best friends hug, and Nat rejoins the group and they begin their trek towards their locker rooms to prepare.
They leave in the Quinjet at 2:25 pm.
9:38pm.
It had been a couple hours since Steve had left. Communication had cut off about an hour into their departure, the signal not reaching far enough. If needed, you could contact him through the emergency line, but there was no reason to extort through those extremes.
You resorted yourself to you and Steve's bedroom, looking through old pictures of you two and little keepsakes you guys kept for years, nursing a glass of wine; this being your 4th full glass. There was a heavy pang in your chest for how you felt earlier. And as unjustified you felt for having felt that, you couldn't shake it off. You look at the pictures of your wedding day and the reception. His smile is so wide and bright, his eyes so filled with adoration. You wonder when was the last time he full on genuinely did that with 100% of him.
Placing your wine on your bedside table, you wrap up this box and begin to place it back on the top of your closet shelf where it was, when then, you notice something you never saw before. There's a metal glint in the far back of it. You saw it for a brief second, but knew it was there. You're tipsy, maybe a little bit more than you want to admit, but certainly not that drunk yet.
On slightly wavering feet, you grab a stool from your vanity. You place it in front of the closet, standing in it and nearly falling before stabilizing yourself. You're eye to eye with the top shelf, and realize you never actually saw what it looked like up here, only Steve did. And there was never a need to, it was for old memories and scrapbooks, but you two haven't looked at those in ages.
You extend your hand, wobbling slightly but still finding an unsure balance. You grab what you were looking for, and take it out.
Your heart sinks to your chest as you recognize what it was.
A compass.
You don't need to open it to know who was in it. A rush of emotions overcome you.
He had told he threw it out the first week you guys began your relationship, which was over 4 years ago now. And to make matters worse..
There wasn't a spec of dust on it compared to everything else up there.
*Knock. Knock.*
The sudden noise throws you off and you lose balance and fall off the stool, a big thud ringing through the room. "Y/N?! You ok??" You hear Bucky call out from behind the door, but it's ignored as you groan from the pain of the harsh landing.
"I'm coming in." You hear Buck say. You tried to protest, not wanting him to see you in this state, but the door begins to open already. Dammit, you forgot to unlock it when you entered; probably too overwhelmed with everything to notice.
Bucky enters and notices you on the floor and instantly rushes to you, noticing the stool, open closet, and nearby wine and puts it together in his head. "Doll what are you doing to yourself?" he asks softly, hoisting you up and sitting you down.  You try to fight it though, but the moment you stand back up the sharp pain in your back shoots through you. You collapse again, this time accidentally knocking over the wine causing it to land on your sheets and onto the floor. "Hey hey! Take it easy, you probably landed on that stool when you fell." Bucky says, sitting you back down, this time you relent. "Now, tell me what happened?" He asks more soothingly, holding onto your back and hand. You hiccup, and sniff. "I wass looking through our photos and was sad..." you jumble together. "He looked sooo happy here James." You say. Bucky is slightly taken back by the use of his first name, but he doesn't express it. You never call him James.
You smiled at the picture but frowned after. "Buuut he don't seem that happy anymore with mee.." you mutter, starting to get weepy eyed. Bucky frowns, it aches him to see you sad. "Well I'm sure he does Y/N, it's just been a stressful time." Bucky suggests, but genuinely, he has no clue why Steve has been distant. He noticed it slightly, but didn't bother to much to look into it as it wasn't his business to get into. "Oh yeah...?" You trail off, blindly looking with one hand for what you dropped. "Then whasss thiss?" You say, holding up the compass to Buck.
Bucky instantly is taken back. He frowns immediately at the sight. He knows that compass, hell anyone in America knows that compass. It's Peggy's compass.
He thought Steve had gotten rid of that long ago.
"When I found it, no dust. Not a spec! Poof, nothing, nada" you ramble, dropping the compass in his hand and feeling the alcohol warm your cheeks.
Bucky, still in shock, feels a big disappointment in his best friend. He shouldn't still have this. He's upset at Steve, not more so of personal, but he's upset for you. Steve should've gotten rid of that a long time ago, and if what you say is true, why doesn't it have any dust on it whatsoever?
Bucky, getting out of his own head, looks over to you who has your knees tucked and your arms holding them close to your chest. His heart melts, and he's hurt by it. Anyone but you should be this sad.
"Doll, look I can't tell you why he has it still. I thought he didn't have it either. But..." Bucky contemplated his next words. Steve is his best friend, and although Steve is wrong for this and Bucky will bring this up next time he saw him, you're still Steve's wife. And Bucky would never want to bad mouth Steve to his wife.
"...but, I know he does love you." Bucky reassured. You didn't lift your head up, and Bucky wanted you to know what he said was true. He lifted your head with his metal hand, cupping your cheek softly to meet his gaze. Meeting your teary eyes, he felt a pang in his heart. A feeling he couldn't describe, but as quick as it came, as quick as it was gone.
"He loves you Y/N. And he wouldn't trade you for the world." He said, and though he tried his most genuine and sincerest, it didn't seem to ease you completely. He sighed, giving you an unsure look before glancing around the place. Your bed was soaked with wine, and the glass that had fallen off and broke on the floor, luckily not near both of you.
You definitely can't stay here in your drunken state.
Usually he'd call in Natasha for this kind of help, but she was out and as well as the next best option, Wanda.
"Buckkk..." He glanced back down at you and kneeled down. "Yes doll?" He answered, watching you grovel and lean into him. It took him off guard, but he didn't want to push you off. "I'm tired. I don't want to be awakey right now. I juss don't wanna think bout this" you slurred. He nodded his head. Thinking of what he could do, but remembering that Steve told him to make sure you're protected.
He thought of an idea, and thought it would work, at least for right now.
"Hey doll, would you be ok sleeping in my room for tonight?" He asked carefully. It was better than the couch downstairs. There was no guest rooms at the compound up for availability, and Wanda's and Nat's room were left locked after their departure. He figured he could sleep on the floor like how he used to. That way he's there keeping an eye on you.
You numbly nod, and try to stand but still on wobbly knees. Bucky catches you, and wraps one of your hands around his shoulder and tucks his hand around your back. He helps carry you to his room which is luckily right next door. He holds the door open for both of you, turning on the light and closing the door after. He picks you up fully, you hiccuping but slowly letting the fatigue subdue you. He lists his covers and places you on the center of the mattress, taking off your shoes carefully and setting them against the bed.  He places the sheet over you, and you snuggle yourself in.
He sighs as he worries for you. He never saw you like this before. But he's content he's keeping his promise to Steve, who he is still upset for about the compass. Steve had lied to everyone about it. And Bucky always treated Steve with honesty.
Bucky quietly grabbed his clothes from his drawer for his nightly shower. As he opened the door, he heard you softly call out. "Thanksss Buckk." He gave a small smile and turned to you. Your eyes were closed and you were half turned away from him. "Of course doll. Sleep well, I'll be back soon." He said, you humming softly as a response before snuggling yourself more into the bed.
It smelled like wood musk and eucalyptus. A very strong masculine smell. But it was warm, and may it be you being drunk, it felt like the softest mattress in the world.
Bucky closed the door and made his way to the showers. He was alone in the big room, undressing himself inside one of the showers, taking everything off but his dog tags and folding everything neatly. He turned on the shower, letting the cold water wash over him. He felt worried for you, and already worried for Steve despite the small aggression lingering.
Bucky never heard of no terrorist group that could take over entire governments in a singular day. It just... wasn't possible. He would've known about it. It struck him as wrong... but it was late and he didn't want to think on it longer than needed, wanting to get back to you and make sure you were ok.
He wraps up and dries himself, eventually dressing in grey sweats and a black beater.
He comes back to his room and settles himself down on the floor with a spare blanket and pillow. 
He eventually falls asleep around 11:17 pm.
New York's first contact happens at 3:36 am, September 28th.
END OF CHAPTER.
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buckbuckbarnesstuff · 5 months ago
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Okay so, I've read this a few times already and it keeps coming back to my mind. This story captivated me after reading a few paragraphs and I loved it till the end. I gotta be honest, I never watched the walking dead, but why would I if I could just read this lol. Thank you for your creativity and talent and sharing it with us through this amazing story!!
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
WC: 78k (Complete)
Summary: It's been five years since zombies first started walking the Earth, destroying anything and everything in their wake. Now, in this apocalyptic world, fighting for survival comes as naturally as breathing. The one thing you've learned ever since they arrived, though, is that the living can be so much more dangerous than the undead. When you stumble across two young, scared boys lost in the woods and being chased by walkers, you go against your better judgment and help them to safety. Little did you know that helping them would lead you to Bucky - an angry, grumpy, distrusting member of the camp Shield. Bucky has zero interest in having you enter his life. He's been hurt before and lost too many people to risk experiencing that kind of pain again, and he knows that there are secrets you aren't telling the group. Yet, when push comes to shove, and you're put at risk, he'll stop at nothing to keep you safe.
Series Warnings: AaaaNGST, canon level violence, zombies, blood/gore, broken bones, scars, mentions of torture, lots of unaliving (think TWD lol), BUT...will still somehow have a happy ending because it's me :,)
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Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Epilogue
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Bucky Barnes, Deadpool and the TVA (or How I ended up inside the fourth wall)
Summary: A Bucky Barnes fanfiction writer finds herself in the same universe as the Thunderbolts* Bucky when she wakes up in his bed.
Length: 4.1 K
Characters: Unnamed and undescribed OFC, Bucky Barnes, Dr. Strange, Wong, B-15, variant of OFC, OMC (OFC’s husband)
Warnings: some sexual innuendo, naked horny Bucky, no smut (sorry)
Author notes: Just a silly story that I pulled from somewhere in my mind. The part about the OFC and her husband seeing the new Deadpool movie at a matinee was based on real life.
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The blank page stared at me.  It wasn't blank five minutes ago, but I read what I wrote, and didn't like it, so I deleted it and then I was looking at the page again.  We met before, you, the reader and me, the writer.  I sought help from the very reason I write, Bucky Barnes.  The writing gods first sent me World War II Bucky, a sweet flirty guy who was still interested in the stories I wrote.  The version that appeared to me was from before Azzano and before the train; that dreadful transport of death that changed his whole life in a moment.  Then they sent me the Winter Soldier, the dark brooding villain ... I know, he was more than that, but that was HYDRAs use of him.  He was their Fist, brutally carrying out assassinations on targets they assigned him.  Relentless and frightening in his attention to his task he was still a sight to see; that tall, dark-haired muscular menace and the way he strutted towards his target.  No hesitation, no regrets and totally the object of many fantasies.  I still got warm thinking about the ones I read about, never mind wrote.  On that day, it was Falcon and the Winter Soldier (FATWS) Bucky who came to my rescue.  It was him as he was portrayed at the end of the series, seemingly in a place where he felt at home in Delacroix, becoming part of Sam Wilson's family as their adopted uncle.  That Bucky sat with me, helped me through my writer's block, and even gave me an idea for a Black Widow smut piece that was a gift to my husband.  Before he left, he said he would always be there for me.  At the time, he probably meant it.  Then there was a disturbance in the Force.
Wrong franchise, I know, but how else to explain how things seemed to go a bit sideways?  There were the What If? episodes, that displayed Bucky as the sidekick to Captain Carter.  Those was okay, then he was more of the dark brooding long-hair version of Wakanda Bucky in a zombie wasteland.  At least we got to see a cartoon version of him in the shower, from the waist up.  Wasn't quite enough to quench the fandom's thirst for him but it was a start.  Don't even get me started on the Guardians of the Galaxy Christmas special where Nebula appeared with Bucky's vibranium arm, opening a whole can of worms over whether it was funny (not to me), cute (seriously stealing Bucky's arm is cute?) and canon (no, James Gunn, it wasn't canon to me).  Yes, I'm changing the tense in the middle of a paragraph by telling you to don't @ me if you're a believer in any of the three above.  To me, all three of those scenarios were just wrong.  I got emotional then and I still do.
I wrote since then, some AUs, lots of one shots as I explored that format, several short fiction pieces of less than 50,000 words, and a couple of long ones.  It was going well, then they brought out the Captain America 4 announcement that Bucky wouldn't be in it (what?) and the Thunderbolts* announcement that Sam Wilson wouldn't be in that (seriously?).  Why did they get us to invest our time and interest in a six-part series about these two men forging a deep friendship if they had no intention of continuing it in their movies?  The rumours about Bucky in this upcoming movie littered the pages of tumblr and Twitter (sorry / not sorry X); things like Bucky regressed mentally and emotionally, he and Sam had a falling out, he became a congressman, or he went to work for Val de Fontaine so that he didn't lose his pardon. 
Why would they do that to Bucky?  Let the man have a fucking life.  As you could see I got emotional about it.  On that particular day I decided to have a nap and clear my mind, then it all changed.
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"Hey, sweetheart."  I could hear the voice, then I felt a cold hand around my waist, reaching up under my T-shirt.  Jerking away and turning around I found myself in bed with Bucky Barnes, beefy Bucky, with the bad haircut shown in the leaked preview of the Thunderbolts*.   "There she is."
He had no shirt on, and I found it hard to look at him, then opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out.  I noticed the smirk on his face, which made me feel warm, like really warm, the way the writers of Bucky smut describe it; a warm pool forming in my core, between my thighs, deep in my ....  What happened to me?  Where was I?
"You okay, doll?  You have a nightmare?"  His hand cupped my jaw, as he rubbed his thumb on my cheek.
"You're Bucky," I said, still frozen in place, because let's face it, it's not everyday you find yourself in bed with your romantic fantasy.
"Last I checked," he answered, licking his lips then running his hand over the beard he grew since he was in FATWS.  "You're my wife."
I pulled away from him, aware that he might not have anything on at all.  He looked at me funny.
"You seem different.  Tell me you're not a multiverse version of you that's been dropped here."
"I don't know," I answered, pulling the sheet up to cover my front since I realized I wasn't wearing a bra, and my nipples were doing something that was a little disconcerting.  "Am I a writer?  Are we married?  Are you working for Val de Fontaine?"
He laughed, showing those beautiful white teeth, then he leaned close, gently pulling down the sheet and began to nuzzle my neck, making me feel all sorts of things.
"No, yes, and no," he answered.  "Come here."
I pulled away so far that I fell out of bed and sat there on the floor with him looking over the edge at me with a decidedly perturbed expression on his face.  With only panties on underneath that T-shirt I pulled on the sheet, so I was covered again.
"What's got into you?"
"What's my name, Bucky?"
"Sweetheart, sunshine, baby girl, darlin' and my personal favourite, doll."  He was resting his head on his hands, looking at me in a way that was definitely more friendly than I was comfortable with.
"Those aren't names, they're terms of endearment," I answered.  "I am married but not to you and you're supposed to be an Avenger, with Sam Wilson."
"Really, just who are you married to and what is your name?" he asked, in a flirting manner.  "Gotta say, sunshine, this role-playing thing could be fun."
I told him my husband's name and my name.  "I shouldn't be part of the multiverse because it's not real.  It's fiction."
He laughed, then saw I wasn't laughing and frowned.  Angry Bucky alert.  "You have to be from the multiverse.  If you're not, where's my wife?  Why do you look and sound like her?"
I raised my hands up.  "I don't know where she is.  I look like her because I write fanfiction of you, and I picture myself in the original female character's role.  She usually becomes your love interest.  But I had writer's block because Marvel has been messing around with your portrayal and not giving out much information of how they've changed your character.  It was bugging me, so I took a nap, then woke up next to you."
"Who's this Marvel guy?  Do you think he knows where my wife is?"
He didn't know about the fourth wall, was definitely angry and all I could think of was that he looked just as angry now as he did in that leaked Thunderbolts* footage.
"Marvel's not a guy, it's a corporation that owns the copyright to your character."  I winced as I explained it to him, knowing he wasn't liking it.  "You're not real, Bucky.  You're a fictional character from the comics and the movies they made from it.  But you know this already.  I've spoken to you in your World War II persona, your Winter Soldier persona and from when you and Sam fought the Flag Smashers.  That's called your FATWS era."
I started to explain what the letters meant but he just glared at me, so I stopped.  He pulled away from the edge of the bed and got out on the other side, naked, and I did stare, I'll admit it.  God, he had a nice ass and the rest of him from the back was... wow.  Then he turned to face me, and I looked everywhere but there. 
"Get dressed," he ordered.  "You're taking me to this Marvel place and I'm going to get my wife back."
"It's not as easy as that," I replied.  He stared at me, his arms crossed defiantly in front of him while he was still showing everything the serum gave him.  I focused on his face, but it was so hard ... not that, you know what I mean.  "If this is a multiverse incursion then there might not be a Marvel in this universe and even if there was it wouldn't be possible to just walk in there.  We have to find Dr. Strange.  He's the only one who can do anything."
"Fine," he said, "but you're still coming with me.  Now get dressed."
Holding the sheet around me I approached the walk-in closet, but he was still standing there, naked, in all of his glory and he smelled so good when I slid past him to see what was available for me to wear.  Then he was right behind me, practically pressing himself into me and I had to focus, wondering if I had ever written this much raw physical sexuality into my versions of Bucky but it was difficult to concentrate with him so close. 
"You having problems, baby girl?" he asked, his lips so close to my ear that I could feel his warm breath making me moist. 
"I don't know what to wear," I mumbled, still painfully aware of his naked body this close to me and I was really only separated from him by a sheet. 
"We're going on the motorcycle," he said.  "Jeans, T-shirts, and leather jackets."
"Right," I answered, hastily going through the sexy dresses, the long gowns with the thigh-high slits, the almost obscene lingerie, but there were no jeans or T-shirts.  "Um, where are they?"
"In the drawers," he grunted.  "Don't you have drawers in your universe?"
"Yes," I snapped.  "Could you stand further away from me?"
"What's the matter, darlin'? Do I make you uncomfortable?"
"This close to me while naked, yes."  I rolled my eyes, which he must have heard because he huffed, but he did move away, and I was able to get out of that small space.
Quickly, I located the drawer that had jeans and pulled them on.  They were tighter than anything I ever wore but somehow, I got them on.  The bra selection left a lot to be desired as most of it was see through and really didn't offer much support.  I must have made a noise while I was searching for something more modest because he was suddenly beside me.
"Having a problem, sweetheart?  Don't see anything you like?  My wife loves all the lingerie I buy for her."
"It's not my style," I answered.  "Doesn't she have something that covers more?"
"Sports bra," he answered.  "Bottom drawer."
I pulled it open, thankful to find an assortment of sports bras.  Pulling one out I started to take the T-shirt off that I woke up in then became aware of his eyes on me.  Turning around I was startled to see him reclining on the bed, propped up on one elbow, fully clothed, with his booted feet hanging off the bed.
"Do you mind?"
"No, I don't mind at all," he smirked.  "Don't let me stop you.  I've seen it all anyways."
"But you're married.  Wouldn't watching me get dressed make your wife angry?"
He grinned in an almost wolfish manner.  "We have an understanding."
"What?  The Bucky's I write are monogamous.  Are you polyamorous?"
The grin became a broad smile as he looked me up and down.  "If the occasion arises.  Gotta say I'm curious to see if you have the same appetites as my doll."
"Out!"  I wasn't in the mood for this.  "Right now.  Go downstairs and get your motorcycle ready."
Slowly, he slid off the bed, then approached me, backing me up to the dresser, while looking at me in a way that gave me thrills at the same time as setting off all sorts of warning bells in my head.
"You sure, sunshine?"  His fingertips grasped a tendril of my hair, as he twirled it slightly.  "I could definitely make you ...."
"Out," I repeated.  "Please stop this."
He backed up, suddenly respectful of my space.  "Since you said the magic word, I'll wait downstairs for you."
Just like that, he was gone, and I quickly got the sports bra on, then a clean T-shirt.  I pulled on some socks and found some boots, sliding them on.  With a quick run through of my hair with my fingers I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, wondering what I had done to get into this predicament.
He was waiting on his motorcycle for me, with a helmet in hand.  As I stood there, he placed it on my head, adjusting the chin strap then nodding his head in approval, before putting his on.  I slid on behind him, grasping him at the waist.  His voice came over a Bluetooth speaker in the helmet.
"You okay, darlin'?  Have you ridden a motorcycle before?"
"I'm good.  My husband has one and I've ridden with him.  Where are we going?"
"The Sanctum Sanctorum," he said.  "Might as well go straight to Dr. Strange."
Suddenly, we were there, pulling up to an open parking spot in front of the headquarters of the Masters of the Mythical Arts in the middle of Greenwich Village.  This was definitely a unique universe, as we skipped over the long motorcycle ride from Brooklyn, then the frustration of finding any sort of parking.  Striding over to the door, Bucky rang the bell, and we were ushered in by an acolyte to where Dr. Strange was drinking a cup of tea and Wong was standing there wringing his hands.  Before we could even say anything the two men looked at me, then at each other, then at Bucky.
"Where did you find her?" asked Wong.
That wolfish grin briefly appeared again on Bucky's face.  "In my bed.  Says she's not my wife, so where is she?"
"That is a good question," said Strange, placing his teacup on the table and approaching me, assessing me in a way that was a little disturbing.  "Well, this explains a lot.  You're from the real world, aren't you?  Beyond the fourth wall."
"Yes, I guess.  I'm a fanfiction writer and was taking a nap.  When I woke up it was next to him."  I pointed at Bucky.  "The thing is, he's nothing like the Bucky Barnes character that I write about."
"What's different about him?" Strange's one eyebrow was higher than the other.  It was one thing seeing it in the movies but another thing seeing it in person.  "Is there a problem with my face?"
"No, no.  The biggest difference is that the Bucky's I write are monogamous and this one is polyamorous."
"And?  That's a problem?"
I became aware that I was in the middle of all three men, and they were looking at me as if I were lunch, served on a platter just for them.
"Stop!" I barked.  "Yeah, it's a problem, okay?  Is this a polyamorous universe?  Because I'm not!  I'm married to one man, and I want to go back to him.  Please, you must find a way to get me back to where I belong."
Wong backed away from me first.  "She's right.  Consent is still required in this universe.  Plus, with her being from beyond the fourth wall we could really hurt her.  She's actual flesh and blood ... we're fictional characters."
Dr. Strange backed away, returning to his cup of tea.  Bucky, well, he just sprawled on a couch as if he had always lived there.
"Tell me about what you were doing before you slept," said Strange.
I told him about the physical changes to Bucky's appearance based on the leaked preview of Thunderbolts* and how the fandom was worrying about his portrayal, and the fact that after a six part series of him and Sam becoming friends Marvel just casually split them apart into two different movies as if the other didn't even exist. 
"You care about him," said Strange, his voice neutral.  "You want him to be happy."
"Well, yeah," I replied.  "The man lost everything that mattered to him and was tortured for 70 years, experimented on, and forced to become a killer for a gang of authoritarian thugs.  My thing, my contribution to fanfiction is that Bucky gets a happy ending."
"Sweetheart, I have that," said the super soldier, from where he sat on the couch.  "I admit that I am fucked up, but my wife makes me happy and her interest in our extramarital activities is the same as mine.  Yet, you treat me like I'm some sort of deviant."
"No, it's not that."  I sighed.  "Other writers see you in this way and that's fine; that's their thing and lots of people read them and enjoy them but I guess I just like you better when you're monogamous, kind and gentle.  To someone like me, this version of you is a bit scary and overwhelming."
"That's fair," he murmured.  "You look like my wife.  Does your husband look like me?"
"No, not at all," I smiled.  "He's shorter, balding, not as fit.  But he loves me and he's faithful, kind, and gentle.  He beta reads my stories, and I even wrote a Black Widow smut piece just for him.  I think he imagines me as his Black Widow sometimes."
Bucky grinned, then nodded his head approvingly. 
"Do they break the fourth wall in this Thunderbolts* movie?" asked Wong.
"I don't know.  It hasn't come out yet and there's been very few previews of it.  I think the only Marvel character that breaks the fourth wall is Deadpool.  His movie with Wolverine just came out recently and is making a ton of money."
Both Dr. Strange and Wong perked up.  "Deadpool?  As in Wade Wilson?"
I nodded.  "Yeah, he's fully aware in the movies and comic books that he's fictional.  He often breaks the fourth wall."
My voice tapered off.  Was I here because of Deadpool?
"Sunshine, have you seen the movie?" Bucky was also sitting upright.
I nodded my head.  "My husband and I went to see the matinee just a few days ago."
A green glow emanated from the time stone as Dr. Strange went to wherever he went when he activated it.  Wong watched him carefully as did Bucky.  Then the Supreme Sorcerer stopped his permutations and gazed at me.
"The Time Variance Authority are in this movie," he stated.  "I have a feeling they're involved in this.  But why they would take someone from the real world and place them here is a mystery to me."
Suddenly a TVA portal opened in front of us, and B-15 walked out followed by me, at least a version of me, wearing only a T-shirt and panties.  Bucky jumped up from the couch.
"Doll? Is it you?"
"Oh Daddy, I was so afraid," she cried, as he wrapped his arms around her.  "I woke up in a cell and didn't know how I got there, and ...."  She noticed me.  "She's me."
"I'm sorry," said B-15, looking at me.  "A terrible mistake was made.  Beyond the fourth wall is usually forbidden to our hunters but when you went to see the Deadpool movie your presence was noticed in the theatre with your Bucky variant."
"Wait, my husband is a Bucky variant?"
The leader of the TVA smiled.  "Well, yes.  It's why you write Bucky Barnes fanfiction.  You see him as Bucky and yourself as the original female character.  You don't have to look alike to be a variant.  It's just that you're kind of the model for the OFC in your own universe where you draw your inspiration from.  It's supposed to be a private universe and off limits to the TVA.  Unfortunately, one of our hunters didn't understand that.  He removed Mrs. Barnes here as an illegal variant and installed you as the original in this universe.  He has been sent for judgement and won't be in a position to do that again.  We are also making sure all of our hunters are aware that the Bucky Barnes fanfiction that you write and read in your own private universe is just that, private, at least to us."
"So how do we get this Mrs. Barnes back to her universe beyond the fourth wall?" asked Dr. Strange.  "I have the feeling it's beyond my capabilities."
B-15 smiled at him.  "It is but not beyond mine.  As soon as she's ready to go I'll open a portal back to her universe."
It sounded simple and like many movies, a little bit of a quick fix, but I wanted to go back so I wasn't going to question it.  Wong smiled at me.
"Good luck on the next one shot," he said.
I nodded at him, then Dr. Strange looked at me in that superior way he sometimes had.  "I knew there would be a logical solution."
"Right."
Bucky was next, his wife already wearing his leather jacket.
"Oh, this is yours," I said, starting to take the one I had off. 
"Keep it sweetheart, as a souvenir," he smirked.  "Say hi to your husband for me.  Tell me something.  The lady there said something about the fiction you read.  Does that mean you do read the polyamorous stuff, since you ended up in my bed?"
I sighed as I hated being put in a position of agreeing.  "Every so often one captures my eye," I admitted.  "Doesn't mean it's something I'm interested in trying."
"If you say so."  He glanced at his wife with affection.  "You came through for me.  I appreciate it."
I looked at B-15.  "I'm ready."
She nodded at the others, then punched a few buttons on her TemPad.  A portal opened and I walked through it, then felt the touch of my husband's hand on my shoulder as I was still on top of the bed.
"Honey?  Wake up."
I sat up, saw my husband, and felt a rush of affection for him.
"Sorry, I took a nap, and I guess I was more tired than what I thought."
"No worries," he smiled.  "Um, did you go shopping today?  Is that a new jacket and jeans and boots?"
I was still in the other Mrs. Barnes' clothing.
"Yes?" I answered, tentatively.
He smiled and nodded his head appreciatively.  "I like them.  Makes you look hot.  You should wear stuff like that more often."  Offering me his hand, he helped me up.  "What do you think of taking a ride on the bike and going to a diner for dinner?  My treat."
"Sounds like a plan," I answered.  "Just let me freshen up a little."
When I got outside my husband was already waiting on his Vespa.  I know what you're thinking ... a Vespa is not a motorcycle.  Maybe not in the traditional sense but it is what we have and it's a lot of fun.  I still get to wrap my arms around my husband's waist and maybe he doesn't have a hard body like Bucky Barnes, but he's all mine and I don't have to share him with anyone.  Besides, now that I know he's a Bucky variant I understand how he knows what I like between the sheets, if you get what I mean.  When I do write smut, I'm writing about my Bucky, the one I live with in this universe, beyond the fourth wall.
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wildglitch · 5 months ago
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So like- Since I (not canonically to the au) put Hope, Matt, and Bucky in a queerplatonic poly relationship. And have them as "Peters Parents", here how it kinda goes
Hope
Role: Mom (Leader)
Meaning: She acts like a mother figuer to Peter being the one he listens to and leans on during the apoclypse. She's the only one that grounds him and gets away with it. They all know she reminds him of his aunt but that fine, as long as he gets confort and support she'll be there.
Affects: Peter ends up being a lot more open to the female heros and listens to their orders very easily, because they now remind him of Hope. A lot of the science stuff and hand to hand combat she taught him sticks around and helps him during his times of need.
Status: Decesed.
(Achivement unlocked: The dead anime mom)
Matt
Role: Dad (Teacher)
Meaning: Matt teaches and mentors Peter a lot during his their time in the apocolyps, teaching him how to hone his senses and his stealth, along with a few boxing and legal lessons. They bond over being the only guys in the group that are looking after the little guys and going out everyday, giving Peter a place of belonging and confort for the fellow vigilante
Affects: Peter adapts to Gotham a lot faster then he would have if he wasnt trained by his universe version of the dark kight. The bats are confused and impressed by the spiders skills amd are more determend to catch the rouge that seems to be able to hide from Batman and his birds. Hes also vey quick to defend himself whenever they question him, which would even put the best Laywers to shame
Status: Dead (in one version of the au)
Alive in Arkham asylum (in another)
(Achivements unlocked: The sensei always dies and My dad is mentally ill)
Bucky (Grandpa)
Meaning: Bucky is the first one to find Peter after his months alone and they live together just the two of them for quite a bit before finding the others. Their roommates, they train together and rip at eachother. Peter reminds Bucky of steve but better, and Bucky reminds Peter of his uncle in a weird way, the Brooklyn accent bringing confort to the kid. My au has them being related by mutation which brings them closer and Bucky teaches him how to handle diffrent wepons and old codes and training he got from the army.
Affects: Peters quips as Spider-Man become sharper and darked, mixing the quick dad jokes with edge he has learned from months of sassing Bucky. He as better strength control and is well equiped to deal with tramatized civilians (and heros). He becomes more diverse in his skill range which allows him to join more mission when he works with either the bats of the league.
Status: Alive. Where? Ha, wouldnt you like to know weather boy
(Achivement unlocked: My grandpa off somewhere and I'm concerned for the public)
People change people, this is how I think the parental figures changed Peter. Not by much, but here just a little bit to the left if you know what I mean.
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