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callalillywrites · 1 month ago

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Happy Birthday, Bucky

It took a bit to get through my writer's block, but here's the next square I promised for Bucky's Birthday Bingo (hosted by @avengers-assemble-bingo). We're finally getting Childhood Best Friends to Lovers with a side of Firefighter!Bucky Barnes from my Station #107 AU.

A little over a week late for Bucky's actual birthday, but better late than never, right?

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Pairing: Firefighter!Bucky Barnes x Childhood Best Friend!Reader

Other characters: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, and Tony Stark

Summary: Only one person seems to have remembered it's Bucky's birthday, and that's you. Bucky would give anything to have you there with him. Lucky for him, his wish might just come true in more ways than one.

Word Count: ~2000

Warnings: some slight brooding on Bucky's part; lots of pining (Bucky); some thoughts of birthday being forgotten; Bucky POV; some teasing; lots of fluff

A/N: Well, here's the debut for Firefighter!Bucky within my Station #107 AU. While I wrote this in Bucky's POV, I'd love to revisit this one day and give us a glimpse of Reader's POV. If there's enough interest, that is.

I do not give permission to have my works copied, translated, reposted, or fed into an AI machine.

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The tiny smile refused to leave Bucky's face as he read your message again.

It might've been a simple wish for him to have a happy birthday, but he couldn't help how his heart raced at the fact you remembered. Not that he was truly surprised you did remember. You've never forgotten in all the years you'd known each other, but this year, it seemed like everyone else had forgotten.

Even Steve.

To be fair, Steve had run off earlier that morning to take care of some unexpected errands, already planning to make up his hours with the other shift.

But still, his best friend (well, other best friend because he had you, too) could've said something before he'd left.

Maybe that's the reason why your message meant so much to him.

He couldn't for the life of him understand why all his friends and co-workers seemed hell-bent on not remembering. Sure, it was just another day on the job, but that didn't mean he didn't want to be remembered in some way. Hell, they even had a calendar with everyone's birthdays written on it.

Though, he had to admit he couldn't explain why his name had been erased from the day. He could've sworn he'd written it down. And in ink, to boot. Yet, here he was without anyone acknowledging the day, and their shift would be ending soon.

Before he could stop himself, he typed, When are we seeing you again? Miss ya.

Soon, you typed back almost immediately.

Not exactly satisfied with your answer, Bucky also recognized you had a busy schedule. Not only were you working towards your master's in actuarial science, but you also had a full-time job. This didn't include your other friends and whatever social life you managed to find in the spare minutes of your day. For reasons he refused to analyze, he shut that train of thought down immediately. It wasn't his business if you dated others though his heart had other ideas on that matter.

"Hey, Buck, we gotta go. Another call to the Tower," Nat called out, her steps rushing towards their gear station. "Supposed to be a big one this time."

"Not again," he mumbled under his breath.

The calls to Stark Tower weren't uncommon for their station. In fact, it's one of the reasons why a lot of the firefighters who worked at Station #107 lived in Stark Tower at a steep discount. It's the only way they could guarantee fast arrival to handle any of the many disasters that one billionaire genius could possibly pull off.

Thankfully, these routine calls to the Tower had become so ingrained. It didn't take them no time at all to get everyone geared and onboard their truck.

"Steve's meeting us there," Nat said, taking the seat next to Bucky. Clint had already claimed shotgun that morning after Steve ducked out, daring anyone to try and take it from him.

Sam grinned from behind the wheel. "Can't wait to see what that man has done this time."

"Only you would be excited about that, Samuel," Nat shot back before sending Bucky a wink. Her typical smirk disappeared after a moment as she leaned in with a slight frown on her features. "You okay? You're not your typical cheerful self."

His tongue burned with the desire to unleash his disappointment, but he bit it back in the end. Instead, he settled for a small shake of his head. "Just tired, I guess. Hard to sleep with these loud mouth-breathers at night."

"Excuse you," both Sam and Clint exclaimed together though Clint added, "I'm a delight to sleep with. Just ask my wife."

"Ah yes, her ear plugs really help keep that love alive," Nat said which earned her another glare for her efforts.

Their playful banter continued, but Bucky had since tuned it out. His gaze settled on the passing storefronts along the few blocks they had to travel to reach the Tower. It never failed to soothe him as they traversed the same streets he grew up playing on, even if he did spend most of his time in Brooklyn in his younger years.

Him, Steve, and you.

The hours you three would spend getting into and out of trouble. Those were probably some of the best times of his life, and he wished the three of you could go back to those days. Before university. Before the Army. Before life had gotten a bit more complicated. Before birthdays became another ordinary day.

"Hey, Buckaroo, you good?" Sam nudged Bucky's arm, nodding toward the building beside them. "You really zoned out there."

Bucky nodded. "Let's get this over with."

Taking his cue, the others fell in line around him as they made their way inside.

The receptionist smiled warmly, spying them. Her hand waved almost frantically despite her professionalism. "We're so glad you're here. The incident happened in his personal suite this time. He refuses to tell us how bad it is, but Ms. Potts isn't happy. She hasn't stopped calling to check on your progress. Security's already cleared the elevators, so you can go right up."

They thanked her and headed toward the bank of elevators near the back of the lobby.

"Why would they clear the elevators without us okaying that?" Bucky asked, the thought suddenly occurring.

Sam shrugged his shoulders. "Who cares? At least we're not climbing hundreds of flights of stairs."

Not one to argue with that, Bucky didn't bother to say anything, opting to step into the first elevator to arrive. If he pressed the button to the penthouse a little harder than necessary, no one bothered to mention it.

The ride up to the penthouse for once was relatively quiet. No one bothered to take bets on what Tony Stark could've possibly done this time compared to last. No discussion on what they could be facing or what they'd need to handle this latest situation.

In hind sight, Bucky should've known something was up, but his mind continued to brood. A stray thought kept coming up about possibly calling you later. If anything could lift his mood, an hour talking to you would do it. He'd settle for a couple minutes if you were too busy. He really hoped you wouldn't be.

The elevator dinged, then swished open to a loud chorus of "Surprise".

Streamers and confetti shot towards them.

Steve stood next to Tony, beaming. "Happy birthday, Buck."

"Oh, man, look at his face," Sam crowed as he clapped Bucky on the shoulder, moving past him into the penthouse towards the large buffet table resided. "Dude's been moping all day, thinking we forgot all about him."

That pulled a frown across Steve's features. "Clint, didn't you get my text?"

"No," Clint pulled out his phone and tapped on the screen. After a moment, a sheepish expression washed over his features. His gaze met Steve's, then Bucky's. "That's totally my fault."

Nothing Clint said made any sense, so Bucky turned toward Steve who didn't disappoint as he offered, "We all signed a card that you were supposed to get this morning. I, uh, had a last-minute thing come up, which is why I texted Clint to be sure he got it from my desk. That's on me for not following up. I guess I got a little preoccupied. I'm sorry, Buck."

"It's fine," came his automatic reply.

"Now, now, even I know that's a lie," you said from behind him, "What happened? You used to lie so well. How else did we get ourselves out of trouble so often?"

Bucky spun around and pulled you into a tight enough embrace. He didn't think he'd ever get over how well you fit within the expanse of his arms or the sweet scent you favored. While he remained mindful of the scruff lining his face, he couldn't exactly help but nuzzle against the sensitive spot just below your jaw, only pulling back when you squirmed against him.

By then, you were tapping him to let you out, but that didn't stop him from holding on another full second or two. If he could have his way, he'd never let you go again. Instead, he settled for whispering, "Really missed ya, Sugar."

"I never would've guessed," you said so cheekily that his smile spread easily across his lips. After a moment, you softened. "I missed you, too. Happy birthday, Bucky."

If you were surprised he kept you at his side throughout his party, you never said anything about it. No, you rolled with it like you'd always done with him and Steve in your younger years. Already familiar with most of his co-workers, you quickly fell into your natural teasing personality with most of them, giving Sam and even Clint a run for their money.

It was only when you two moved toward the main host of Bucky's birthday bash that you surprised him.

"So, you're the one I'm supposed to keep my eye on with my new role," you said as you eyed Tony with a skeptical analysis that had the genius billionaire speechless for once. "Pepper warned me about you, and I've seen the montage your A.I. created for me of all your mishaps. Gonna make me earn my nice, fat paycheck, aren't you?"

Bucky spun you until you faced him, not Tony. He knew his face had to be comical, but he didn't care as he asked, "You're moving back here, Sugar?"

Your smile widened while you nodded.

"I thought you liked living in Boston. It was your dream to work there."

"Boston's nice," you shrugged, "but it doesn't hold a candle to our city. I got my fancy master's degree from my ridiculously fancy school. Decided to come back here and work. Plus, I had a little birdie who kept talking me up to Pepper about how I'd be a good fit at Stark Industries."

You nodded over his shoulder which Bucky obliged, only to find Steve raising his glass with a smirk that belied just how proud he was of himself. The punk.

It took Bucky a moment to come back to the conversation, hearing you say, "You're looking at Stark Industries' new Chief Risk Officer with the specialized priority of keeping Tony from upsetting their insurance companies more than he already has. I've already started work on some new protocols within J.A.R.V.I.S's programming to help override some of Tony's dumber decisions."

"Excuse you," Tony hollered.

Most of Bucky's fellow firefighters lounging close by overheard what you said and burst out laughing. Not one of them hadn't been grousing at one point or another when it came to the rather unique calls they'd answered because of Tony and his 'innovations' that initially went terribly wrong.

Neither Bucky nor you acknowledged Tony, who'd finally come out of his speechless state. While both of you were certain he had plenty to say, neither of you cared in that moment as you finally asked, "You're fine with me coming back, aren't you? I'm staying with Steve tonight in his quarters while Pepper finishes fixing mine up. So, I won't be in your way should you find some lucky lady to finish your birthday with."

"Oh, Sugar, you're the only lady I want to spend my birthday with." He pulled you into another tight embrace, still unsure if you're really a dream or not. If you were, he never wanted to wake up. As it stood, he couldn't wait to prove you were the only lady he wanted in his life permanently. As long as you wanted to be anyway.

That could wait another day though.

Right then, he had something worth celebrating that birthday, and he planned to embrace it all.

After all, he had what he wanted most standing in that room and at his side.

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moniquesha · 1 month ago

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exfil

part three: first job back.

18+

Pairing: Congressman!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Shaken but unable to walk away, you find yourself back in the fight. The past lingers, the weight of old habits settling in. And when the moment tests you, someone is not convinced you’re ready.

Warnings: Angst. PTSD. Panic attack. Violence. Mentions of past trauma.

a/n: if you haven't noticed yet, this is my attempt in the most realistic way a soldier can act towards others! in other words, this is a slow burn series.

“I detected irregularities in your vitals,” Vision said, eyes scanning you. “Your heart rate is still elevated.”

You sighed, barely suppressing an eye roll. “Yeah, thanks, I noticed.”

Vision tilted his head, studying you for a second longer before concluding, “You should sit.”

You weren’t going to argue with a synthezoid, not when your legs still felt unsteady. Before you could even think about finding a seat, Wanda appeared beside you, pressing a bottle of water into your hand.

“Here,” she said softly.

You hesitated. Then, with a muttered thanks, you took it.

Wanda didn’t leave. She just stood there, watching you like she was debating whether or not to read your mind.

You shot her a look. “Don’t.”

“I wasn’t going to,” she replied, but there was something too innocent in her voice.

You narrowed your eyes. “Wanda.”

She sighed, crossing her arms. “Fine. But only because I don’t need to.” She tilted her head slightly, searching your face. “It’s written all over you.”

You looked away, taking a sip of water. It didn’t make the bitterness in your throat go away. By now, the others had gathered again—Bucky, Yelena, Sam, and of course, Tony, who looked way too satisfied with himself for dragging you back inside.

Bruce was there, too, watching cautiously from the sidelines. Clint and Rhodes had started talking amongst themselves, probably debating whether or not this was their problem.

Thor, at least, had the decency to look a little lost.

You exhaled, staring down at the bottle in your hands.

Then, Tony clapped his hands together. “Alright, so, now that we’ve all had our little emotional meltdown—”

“We?” Sam scoffed.

“—can someone please tell me what exactly we’re doing here?” Tony ignored him, looking at Yelena. “You’re the one stirring this pot, so start talking.”

Yelena glanced at you before answering.

“I asked her to help with Fontaine.”

Tony raised a brow. “And her response was to nearly pass out in the parking lot?”

“More or less,” Bucky muttered.

Tony exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “God, I hate this job.”

“Technically, you don’t have a job anymore,” Rhodey reminded him.

Tony waved a hand. “Semantics.” Then, he turned back to you. “Alright, what’s your deal?”

You clenched your jaw. “I don’t have a deal.”

“Oh, you so do,” Tony shot back. “Look, I get it. You wanna stay out of this. You don’t wanna go running back into another spy thriller disaster. But—news flash—you already care.” He pointed at the water bottle in your hands. “That’s why you’re still here.”

You looked away. “I didn’t have a choice.”

Tony scoffed. “You always have a choice.”

You exhaled sharply.

Silence hung in the air.

Yelena spoke next, voice measured. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t need you.”

You swallowed hard.

Bucky, for once, said nothing.

You let out a breath, staring at the ground.

Then, finally—

“I said I’ll read the damn file.”

Yelena’s shoulders relaxed slightly.

Tony smirked. “Look at that. Progress.”

You shot him a glare. “Don’t push it, Stark.”

He held his hands up in surrender, still grinning. You sighed again, rubbing your temples. This was a mistake. You knew it.

But just like Tony said—you already cared.

Your apartment was quiet when you stepped inside. Too quiet.

You locked the door behind you, tossing your keys onto the small table near the entrance. The lights flickered on automatically, casting a dull glow over the space—small, simple, nothing like the places you used to stay in when you were somebody.

Now? You were just someone trying to get through the day.

You shrugged off your jacket, throwing it over a chair before making your way to the kitchen. You grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and leaned against the counter, staring at nothing.

The file Yelena had given you sat on your coffee table. Untouched.

You exhaled sharply.

Against your better judgment, you walked over and picked it up. The paper felt heavier than it should have.

You don’t have to do this.

That’s what you told yourself. But it was a lie.

Because the second you took that file, the second you agreed to read it, you were already in.

Like a bad habit you couldn’t shake. You sat down, flipping open the folder. The first thing that greeted you was a photo.

Contessa Valentina Allegra de Fontaine.

Her face stared back at you, just as smug as you remembered.

You skimmed the documents, scanning the details, the movements, the suspected operations. Some things you knew. Some things you wished you didn’t.

You leaned back, rubbing your temple.

This was a mistake.

A big one.

You should’ve burned the file, walked away, never answered another call from Yelena again. But instead, you were sitting here, debriefing yourself, like you still belonged in this world.

Like you were still the agent you used to be. You sighed, shutting the file. You’d read the rest later. For now, you needed sleep. You haven't even noticed how time is the quickest when you worry. The sun barely peeked through your curtains when you woke up, a dull headache pressing against your skull.

You had slept—technically. But it wasn’t the kind of rest that left you feeling any better. Your body still felt heavy, your mind still restless.

For a moment, you just lay there, staring at the ceiling. You could still feel the weight of the file sitting on your coffee table. The second you touched it, there was no going back.

But was there ever a chance of walking away?

You sighed, finally forcing yourself out of bed. The cold air hit your skin immediately, grounding you in reality.

The apartment was as quiet as it was last night, save for the occasional hum of the city outside. You went through the motions—brushed your teeth, washed your face, threw on whatever was clean.

Then, without thinking, your eyes flickered to the coffee table.

The file was still there. Untouched.

You exhaled sharply. Then, reluctantly, you sat down and flipped it open again.

This time, you really read it.

The more you took in, the more you realized why Yelena had asked for your help. Fontaine wasn’t just another opportunist trying to play in the big leagues—she had reach. Resources. Plans that ran deep, deeper than most people realized.

And you? You knew things about her that no one else did.

Because once upon a time, she had been your fix.

That part still made your stomach turn.

You’re out, you reminded yourself. You left that life behind.

But if that were really true, why were you still sitting here, memorizing every detail in that file?

Your phone buzzed. You hesitated before grabbing it.

A message from Yelena.

Yelena: Morning. So… how much do you hate me right now?

You stared at the screen for a long moment.

Then, with a sigh, you typed back.

You: Still deciding.

Three dots appeared almost immediately.

Yelena: Fair. Coffee?

You ran a hand down your face. You had a choice.

You could ignore this. Pretend like you never saw the file. Go about your day like none of this mattered.

Or—

You exhaled, already reaching for your jacket.

You: Where?

The café was a quiet hole-in-the-wall kind of place—nothing fancy, nothing flashy. The kind of spot you’d pass by a hundred times and never notice.

That’s why you didn’t like that Bucky was sitting at the table with Yelena when you walked in.

You stopped just inside the door, debating whether you should turn around and leave.

Yelena saw you first. “Ah, there you are.” She waved you over like this was some casual brunch meetup and not an attempt to drag you back into something you had no business touching.

Bucky turned, catching your eye. You met his gaze for a split second before looking away, sighing as you walked over.

“This wasn’t part of the deal,” you muttered, dropping into the seat across from them.

“Relax,” Yelena said, taking a sip of her coffee. “He was already here when I got here.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Wasn’t expecting you either.”

“Good,” you said flatly. “We can both be disappointed.”

Yelena smirked, but Bucky just sighed, leaning back in his seat. He looked like he’d been here a while—coffee half gone, a plate pushed to the side.

You ordered yours without looking up, rubbing a hand over your face. “So?” you said after a beat. “What’s the plan, then? Or am I just here for the ambiance?”

Yelena leaned forward slightly. “You read it?”

You hesitated. Then, finally—

“Yeah.”

Bucky didn’t react, just took another sip of his drink.

Yelena, though, watched you carefully. “And?”

You exhaled. “And it’s bad. I didn’t know she divorced Everette Ross, and I didn’t know she had jurisdiction over stuff that was supposed to be SHIELD’s files only.”

“No kidding,” Bucky muttered.

You ignored him. “Fontaine’s been playing a long game. And she’s good at it. I just don’t know what she’s doing with all this intel. Yet.” You glanced at Yelena. “You sure you wanna do this?”

Yelena shrugged. “Wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

That didn’t mean it was the right choice.

You tapped your fingers against the table. “It’s not just her. She’s got people. Connections. A lot of them.” You looked between them. “As far as I know after Sam’s heroic event, she has Walker on her side. You two better be ready for that.”

Bucky met your gaze. “Are you?”

That question sat between you like dead weight.

You didn’t answer. Because you weren’t sure you wanted to.

After discussing more points, and probably trying to convince that you could be the girl on the computer while they did all the fighting. You realize now that you should’ve just walked out of that café, tossed the file into the nearest gutter, and ignored Yelena’s texts until she got the hint.

But instead, they insisted that you should also be there, no skills wasted—and after 5 hours later you're now standing in a dimly lit warehouse, double-checking your gear, because you had agreed to run a damn extraction mission for stolen vibranium.

Some things never change.

Bucky was securing a suppressed rifle across his back, his metal fingers adjusting the strap. Yelena was beside him, flipping a knife between her fingers like she was waiting for an excuse to use it.

“Let me get this straight,” you muttered, pulling on your gloves. “T’Challa has an entire army of elite warriors, but we’re the ones handling this?”

“Dora Milaje are occupied,” Bucky said, pocketing the knife. “So he asked us.”

You frowned. “And we said yes?”

Yelena snorted. “You’re here, aren’t you?”

You shot her a glare before looking at them both. “Fine. What’s the plan?”

Yelena pulled out a small tablet, tapping the screen. A blueprint of the warehouse appeared.

“The vibranium shipment is here,” she said, pointing to a storage area near the back. “Heavily guarded, but nothing we can’t handle.”

Bucky glanced at the map. “Security?”

“Armed. Mercenary types,” Yelena replied. “Not Fontaine’s best, but enough to be annoying.”

You sighed. “Great.”

Yelena smirked. “Come on, old friend. It’ll be just like old times.”

“Yeah,” you muttered. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Bucky rolled his vibranium arm, cracking his neck. “Let’s move.”

No more talking. You followed them into the dark.

The fabric felt suffocating.

It had been years since you last wore a tactical suit—long enough that you should’ve forgotten how it felt. But the moment you zipped it up, that familiar weight settled on your chest, heavier than it used to be.

The holsters, the straps, the weapons—they all sat on your body like a ghost of the past, dragging you back to who you used to be.

Who you swore you wouldn’t be again.

Your grip tightened around the pistol in your hand. Your fingers twitched, muscle memory kicking in as you checked the slide, the safety, the magazine. It felt automatic. Too easy.

Too natural.

You shouldn’t be here.

The thought came out of nowhere, sharp and insistent.

You shouldn’t be here.

You closed your eyes for half a second, forcing yourself to breathe.

Inhale.

Exhale.

You barely registered Yelena’s voice in your ear. “We’re moving in ten. Get your head on straight.”

You swallowed. “Yeah.”

She didn’t notice anything off.

But Bucky did.

You felt his eyes on you before he even said anything.

“You good?” His voice was low, meant just for you.

You gritted your teeth. “Fine.”

Bucky didn’t buy it.

You could tell by the way his gaze lingered, scanning your posture, your hands, the way your breathing had gone uneven.

And just like that, your chest started to tighten.

The room suddenly felt too small, the weight of the suit pressing harder against your ribs, your lungs struggling to catch up—

No, no, not now.

You turned away, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to force it down.

But Bucky was already stepping closer.

He kept his voice steady. “Hey. You need to breathe.”

You swallowed hard, nodding, but the air still felt thick. Your hands clenched and unclenched as your pulse pounded in your ears.

Bucky didn’t push. Didn’t grab you. He just stood there, close enough to be an anchor but not enough to suffocate.

“Deep breaths,” he said quietly. “In through your nose, out through your mouth.”

You tried.

Tried to listen, tried to focus on the way his voice cut through the noise in your head.

After a few moments, the pressure in your chest started to ease.

Not gone. But manageable.

You let out a shaky breath, rolling your shoulders like it would help shake the feeling off.

Bucky studied you for another second before nodding. “Better?”

You exhaled. “Yeah.”

Yelena’s voice crackled through the comms. “We’re moving. Get your asses in gear.”

Bucky held your gaze for another second before he turned.

You stayed there a moment longer, flexing your fingers before gripping your gun again.

It felt different this time.

Because now, you knew that you weren’t ready for this.

The warehouse loomed ahead, its steel walls dull under the dim night sky. It was the kind of place that smelled like oil, rust, and bad decisions. Yelena was in front, scouting the perimeter with quick, precise movements. Bucky stuck to your right, silent but alert.

You kept your grip tight around your pistol, but the weight of it still felt wrong. Like you were holding something that no longer belonged to you.

Yelena’s voice came through the comms. “Four guards at the entrance. Two patrolling near the shipment.”

Bucky glanced at you. “Silent or messy?”

You forced yourself to focus. “Silent.”

Yelena’s smirk was audible. “Boring, but okay.”

You moved. Years away from this kind of work hadn’t erased your instincts. You slipped through the shadows, your footsteps soundless.

The first guard went down without a sound, your arm wrapped tight around his throat until he slumped against you. Bucky caught another, his vibranium arm clamping over the man’s mouth before he could make a noise.

Yelena took care of the other two with her knives, moving with an ease that made it look almost casual.

You adjusted your grip on your gun, signaling forward. The three of you pushed deeper inside. The warehouse was vast, rows of crates stacked high. Your objective was clear—retrieve the stolen vibranium and get out.

Simple.

Or at least, it should’ve been.

You rounded a corner and spotted the shipment. A metal crate, locked down with reinforced security measures. But it wasn’t unguarded.

Two men stood nearby, rifles slung across their backs. One of them was checking something on a tablet.

You should’ve waited. Should’ve assessed the situation, formulated a plan.

But something snapped.

Maybe it was the way the gun felt right in your hands, the rush of adrenaline flooding your veins.

Or maybe it was the months—years—of pretending you weren’t built for this.

Before either Yelena or Bucky could stop you, you stepped out of the shadows, raised your pistol, and fired.

One shot.

The first guard dropped.

The second one barely had time to react before you shot again, the bullet striking true.

Everything went still.

Yelena cursed. “What the hell—”

Before she could finish, an alarm blared.

You barely had time to process before Bucky was grabbing your wrist, his hand closing over the barrel of your gun, forcing it downward.

“What are you doing?” he hissed, his voice low but sharp.

For a second, you just stared at him.

His grip was firm but not crushing. His eyes searched yours, something unreadable flickering behind them.

You opened your mouth, but no words came out.

Because for a moment—a brief, fleeting moment—it was just the two of you.

No mission. No war.

Just his hand around your gun, grounding you.

Then Yelena snapped, “Incoming!” and the spell shattered.

Footsteps thundered against the concrete. More guards. Bucky let go, his expression unreadable. But you knew what he was thinking.

You were losing control.

And if you weren’t careful, this mission wouldn’t be your only mistake tonight.

No time to dwell. You reloaded your weapon, jaw tight.

“Сволочь.” (Jerk)

The second the alarm blared, the whole operation shifted from quiet extraction to get in, get out, and don’t die trying.

Yelena was already moving, ducking behind a crate as bullets sprayed in your direction. Bucky shoved you down just as a round barely missed your shoulder, embedding itself into the steel wall behind you.

“We need cover!” Yelena shouted.

You pushed off the ground, your pulse hammering. “We wouldn’t need cover if I—”

“Yeah, yeah, you screwed up,” Yelena cut in, already firing. “Save it for later!”

Bucky was already ahead, metal arm raised as he fired back at the incoming guards. “Move!”

You did.

It should’ve felt more familiar, more instinctive—but it didn’t. It felt reckless. It felt dangerous. And the worst part? Some part of you liked it.

You took the left flank, dropping low behind a stack of crates before popping up and taking your shots. Every pull of the trigger sent another guard collapsing.

Too easy.

Too familiar.

Too much like before.

Bucky reached the vibranium crate first, yanking at the security lock while Yelena covered him. You moved to back them up, but then—

“Y/N!”

You turned just as a guard charged, swinging the butt of his rifle toward your face.

Instinct kicked in.

You ducked, twisting his arm and slamming him hard into the wall. His head cracked against the metal with a sickening thud, and you didn’t even hesitate before delivering a sharp kick to his ribs, just to make sure he stayed down.

Something in you snapped.

The adrenaline. The fight. The feeling of being back in it.

It took over.

By the time the next guard reached you, you didn’t even raise your gun—you met him head-on, grappling with his rifle before yanking it free and slamming the stock into his throat. He choked, stumbling back, and you pressed forward, using your weight to drive him into the ground.

You didn’t stop.

Didn’t think.

You hit him again. Then again. Then—

A hand grabbed your wrist, yanking you back.

Bucky.

You struggled for half a second before realizing—his hand was tight around yours, but he wasn’t hurting you. Just stopping you.

“Enough.” His voice was low, steady, but there was something sharp behind it.

Your chest heaved. The room felt too loud, your pulse too fast.

For a second, you weren’t in the warehouse anymore.

You were back in that old mission, years ago—when you first realized HYDRA was behind everything. When the world collapsed beneath your feet. When you lost yourself.

Bucky’s grip stayed firm. His expression unreadable.

Yelena’s voice cut through the chaos. “We have the vibranium. Time to go!”

Bucky didn’t let go immediately.

Not until you nodded, your breath still shaky.

Then, wordlessly, he released you.

You didn’t look at him.

Couldn’t.

Because if you did, you’d see the thing you were trying to ignore—the thing you were trying not to be again. The three of you moved, slipping through the chaos and vanishing into the night. But even as you left the warehouse behind, the weight of what just happened followed you. You weren’t sure if you were going to be able to shake it.

The ride was silent at first.

You sat in the back, staring out the window as the darkened city streets blurred past. The weight of the mission still sat heavy in your chest—the rush of it, the violence, the way you lost yourself for a second.

You felt Bucky’s eyes flick toward you in the rearview mirror, but he didn’t say anything. Not yet. Yelena, on the other hand, wasn’t about to let the silence linger.

She let out a sharp exhale from the passenger seat, tossing her gloves onto the dashboard. “Okay. Debrief.”

You didn’t respond.

She turned slightly, looking at both of you. “We got the vibranium. That’s the good news.”

Bucky kept his eyes on the road. “Bad news?”

Yelena crossed her arms. “They definitely know we took it. Fontaine’s people are not gonna be happy.”

You scoffed under your breath. “When are they ever?”

Yelena gave you a look. “Not the point.”

You stayed quiet, staring at your hands. Your knuckles were still bruised. Your hands still remembered what you did back there.

Yelena must’ve noticed, because her tone shifted slightly. “What the hell happened back there, Y/N?”

You clenched your jaw. “I handled it.”

Bucky scoffed. “You lost it.”

That got you to look up. “Oh, don’t start with me, Barnes.”

“Start?” He shot you a sharp glance in the mirror. “You’re the one who nearly took that guy’s head off. That wasn’t handling it—that was something else.”

Your grip on your knee tightened. “He was trying to kill me. I did what I had to.”

“Yeah?” Bucky’s tone was flat, but there was something beneath it. “Then why did I have to pull you off him?”

Your chest tightened.

Yelena sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Alright, enough. We’re all alive, mission’s done—let’s just get back and figure out our next move.”

No one argued. But the weight of Bucky’s words sat heavy in the air, unspoken but there.

You stared out the window again. Head leaning back as your body now accepts that the fight is over, you can sit back and breathe.

The vibranium was gone. Safe.

Sam had taken care of the delivery back to Wakanda, ensuring it made its way into the right hands. It was out of your jurisdiction now—out of your hands.

But the guilt wasn’t.

You sat at the safe house, hands clasped together, elbows resting on your knees. The room was dimly lit, the low hum of a fan filling the silence. You should’ve felt relieved. Should’ve felt something.

Instead, all you could feel was the lingering weight of what happened back there.

You almost lost control.

Again.

The worst part? You weren’t sure if it was a mistake or if some part of you liked it.

A soft thud broke you out of your thoughts.

Yelena had dropped into the seat beside you, stretching her legs out like she wasn’t carrying the same exhaustion you were. She leaned back, arms crossed, watching you for a second.

You didn’t look at her.

She sighed, then nudged you with her elbow. “You gonna sit there all night, sulking?”

You exhaled slowly. “I’m not sulking.”

Yelena smirked. “You are.”

You shot her a look, but it didn’t last long. Eventually, your gaze dropped back down to your hands.

Silence stretched.

Then, softer, she said, “You did what you thought was right.”

Your stomach twisted.

“What if what I think is right isn’t?” you muttered.

Yelena tilted her head. “That’s a stupid question.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Excuse me?”

She shrugged. “You did what needed to be done. And maybe it was messy. Maybe you almost lost your shit.” She nudged you again. “But you didn’t.”

You swallowed, jaw tight. “Bucky doesn’t think so.”

Yelena rolled her eyes. “Bucky is dramatic.”

That almost got a smirk out of you. Almost.

She sighed again, her voice quieter now. “I asked you for help because I knew you could do this.”

You glanced at her. Her expression was unreadable. Not pitying, not condescending—just honest.

“You’re here,” she continued. “That means something.”

You didn’t respond.

Because for the first time in a long time, you weren’t sure what you believed anymore.

But for now, you just let yourself sit there.

Let yourself breathe.

Yelena offered to drive you home. You shook your head.

“Walking seems more… healthy right now.”

She looked like she wanted to argue, but for once, she didn’t. Just gave you a knowing look before nodding. “Fine,” she said, opening the car door. “Try not to get mugged.”

You snorted. “I’d like to see them try.”

Yelena smirked, but there was something softer behind her eyes. Something like don’t disappear again.

She didn’t say it. Didn’t need to.

Then she was gone, leaving you standing under the dull glow of a streetlamp, the city stretching ahead of you. So you walked.

It wasn’t about the distance. It wasn’t even about clearing your head. It was about breathing. About putting one foot in front of the other and reminding yourself that you were here.

That this was real.

That you had walked back into all of it the moment you showed up at Hill’s funeral.

It had started there.

Seeing old faces.

Hearing old voices.

Feeling the weight of a past you thought you’d buried pressing down on your shoulders again.

And then Tony had seen you. Disbelief written all over his face.

Yeah, well, I actually did.

You hadn’t planned on staying. You’d wanted to just be there, pay your respects, and leave. But then Sam had noticed you. Greeted you.

Sam… I mean, Cap.

And then Yelena.

No work?

As if you weren’t the biggest ghost in the room.

As if you hadn’t disappeared all those years ago because you couldn’t stomach the idea of fighting for the wrong side again.

Then Bucky had arrived, shaking hands with old teammates, the same man you had fought once without knowing who he really was. The same man you’d crossed paths with later—when he was in hiding, and you were trying to heal.

And then the HQ. The hesitation.

For Maria’s sake, Sam had said.

And somehow, you had ended up back at that bar, ordering an Old Fashioned, just trying to exist while ghosts of your past talked about missions, strategies, threats.

Then her name came up—Fontaine.

And suddenly, you weren’t just a face in the room anymore.

You were in it again.

And now, here you were.

Walking the streets of a city that had moved on without you, with bruised knuckles and a mind full of noise. You weren’t sure if you regretted it yet.

But you were sure of one thing—

You had never really left.

You were almost home. Almost.

The night air was cool against your skin, the streetlights humming softly above you. The walk had helped—at least a little. The weight in your chest hadn’t disappeared, but it felt a little less suffocating now.

Then you saw him.

And you cursed.

“Oh, for f—” You cut yourself off, pressing a hand to your forehead. “Seriously?”

Bucky stood near the entrance of your building, hands in his pockets, looking every bit like he hadn’t just been on a mission with you hours ago. Like he belonged there.

He lifted a brow at you. “Nice to see you too.”

You let out a slow breath, irritation settling in your bones. “Are you following me?”

“No.” He shrugged. “We just have really shitty luck.”

You narrowed your eyes. “That’s one way to put it.”

A beat of silence.

Bucky studied you, his expression unreadable.

Then—so casually it made you want to punch him—he asked, “You good?”

You barked out a dry laugh. “Do I look good, Barnes?”

He tilted his head slightly, gaze flicking over you, like he was actually considering it. “You look tired.”

You scoffed. “Great. Exactly the look I was going for.”

Another pause.

You should’ve walked past him. Should’ve gone upstairs, shut the door, and let the night end. But you didn’t.

Instead, you met his gaze, arms crossed, voice quieter this time.

“Why are you really here?”

Bucky exhaled.

“For the same reason you’re still standing here talking to me.”

You hated how much sense that made.

You stared at him.

For a second, the city felt quieter, the usual hum of distant traffic and late-night murmurs fading into the background. It was just you and him, standing under the streetlights, carrying different versions of the same weight. Bucky shifted slightly, his hands still in his pockets. His voice was lower this time, more careful.

“I just wanted to say sorry.”

That threw you off.

Your brows pulled together, skepticism creeping in. “For what?” His jaw tensed for a moment, like he had to force himself to say it.

“I get what you meant,” he said, eyes not leaving yours. “The other night. When you called me two-faced.”

You swallowed, not expecting him to actually bring that up. You had said it in the heat of the moment, bitter and frustrated, hurling words at him like knives.

He continued, gaze steady.

“You were right. I got out.” He inhaled, like the words were heavier than they should be. “And you didn’t.” Something in your chest twisted, sharp and deep.

You looked away, your arms tightening around yourself. “I didn’t mean it.”

“Yeah, you did.”

You huffed, shaking your head. “Fine. Maybe I did.”

Neither of you spoke for a moment.

Then, softer, you muttered, “I was just angry.”

“I know.” Bucky sighed, his stance shifting. “It’s not fair. Any of it.”

You scoffed. “No shit.”

Another silence.

Bucky hesitated before adding, “But you’re here now.”

You weren’t sure if that was supposed to be reassuring.

You looked back at him, studying his face—the exhaustion buried deep in his eyes, the kind that never really left. He understood. Maybe not in the exact same way, but he understood.

And somehow, everything about this man made sense.

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. “Go home, Barnes.”

Bucky watched you for a second longer. Then, with a small nod, he took a step back.

And just like that, he was gone.

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1 - The Devil I Desire

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A/N: Hi! This is my first Stucky Series and I hope you’ll like it. Tbh Steve is a dick in this one (at least in the beginning) and it won’t be Peggy friendly either. Also, READ TGE WARNINGS, it’s important since it’ll later on contain still like age gap, cheating and other rather controversial stuff.

Here’s the first chapter! Have fun reading!

And a big thank you to @jamneuromain who helped me with the idea and especially some things later on in the story…(especially some extra drama👀)

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated ❤️

Pairing: silver fox Steve Rogers x college student Bucky Barnes

Chapter summary: first meeting after a disaster….just leading into another one.

Warnings: age gap, alcohol consumption, past trauma

Bucky wanted to get wasted. Like, really get wasted. His tinder date was once again a total disaster and right now he just wanted to spend a fun evening with his best friend (preferably by getting wasted).

> waitin at the bar < Bucky texted Wanda, while sipping at his second tequila sunrise, scrolling through Instagram. All those happy couples annoyed him, posting all those cute pictures together. Why couldn’t he have this? Why couldn’t he be in such a cute relationship too?

He wasn’t even picky. He just wanted someone who didn’t hate cats or wasn’t a serial killer. (Tho he’d probably be able to look past the second part. As long as nobody hated his dear Alpine everything should be fine.)

Bucky definitely didn’t want anyone like today's date. He hadn’t felt this bad in a long time, really. First he had already suspected the other guy to be very egotistical and vain. Turned out to be the truth.

But after Bucky pulled up his sleeves from it being too hot in the restaurant? God, that’s where it all started to go downhill.

From the first moment where his scars were on display Bucky could feel his gaze on them, interested in a way, but mostly disgusted.

Just…

He couldn’t describe the vibe the other guy was giving him.

It made Bucky feel like…like an animal at the zoo, in a way. Everyone was looking at him. Judging for something he couldn’t change.

So after faking a family emergency he left his date and decided to text his group chat about wanting to go clubbing tonight. And getting drunk.

Very, very drunk.

Unless he’d find a hot guy to spend the night with. Then he’d rather remember it.

“Bucky!”, Wandas voice sounded close to him, even with the loud music killing every sound existing. Sometimes he was surprised how loud Wanda could be if she wanted to. Especially since she was always rather quiet. “Are you okay?”, her arms wrapped around his waist, hugging him from behind. “Hi, Wanda”, Bucky smiled tiredly, leaning a bit into the hug, sighing,

He explained to Wanda what had happened and why he was in such a bad mood. She was understanding, especially since she knew how much it took Bucky to carry himself with the confidence he did now.

Wanda hugged once again after Bucky finished the story, finishing the tequila sunrise.

After a while also Clint and Pietro came to the bar, both of them immediately ordering shots.

“So, tell us what happened and how drunk we wanna be tonight?”, joked Pietro, the accent strong on his tongue, especially now after already having drank some beers with Clint before they came to the club too.

Bucky chuckled at that, only giving Pietro one exhausted smile before explaining the whole story once again to both him and Clint. Just like Wanda they understood how Bucky felt.

While complaining to his friends he hadn’t even noticed the lingering gaze of a middle aged man, watching Bucky as he sipped from his tequila.

Steve sat with Sam in the corner of the club, having a whisky on ice in his hands and only partly listening to whatever Sam was trying to tell him. It was hard for him to hear what he said and he also couldn’t really concentrate on him when his eyes were glued to the younger man’s lips wrapped around a straw.

Then he looked back at Sam, noticing he had stopped talking. “Can you repeat anything of what I’ve said?”, Sam raised his eyebrows, laughing when Steve lowered his head, clearing his throat. “I’m listening…?” “Sorry, I was in thought-“ “yeah, yeah, watching someone out of your age range. At least if I’m correct about you looking at the guy with the manbun at the bar. I’m jot even sure if he’s out of high scho-“ “of course he is. He’s in a club. Drinking alcohol. He’s at least 21”, argued Steve, already slightly Offended.

He may like younger partners than himself, but he’d never be interested in someone who’d be below 21. If he had to be honest with himself he’d rather meet with people closer to thirty than twenty, but this young man definitely didn’t seem like mid twenties.

It broke his heart to imagine he couldn’t spend the night with him, but he was definitely too young…on the other hand, it’d be just for one night.

But he also couldn’t be too sure if Mr Man-bun would even want him. Who knew if he’d be into older men? Even though Steve kept himself fit and took care of his appearance, he couldn’t hide the graying hair in his beard, the gray strands in his hair and the few wrinkles that were already covering his forehead the more he furrowed his eyebrows. Or the little crow‘s feet from all the laughs in his life.

Sighing he looked into his Glas, noticing how some of the ice had already melted, making the alcohol watery and less enjoyable….which was a good reason to go to the bar and- “don’t think about it-“ “already did it”, Steve answered, standing up and walking over to the table, purposefully stopping next to his object of desires. Who was alone. His friends were on the dance floor while he was drinking something light blue again.

“Isn’t that a bit too much for one evening?”, Steve chuckled to the young man, after ordering himself a whisky. The young man quickly finished his drink, sipping from his straw. His lips wrapped around it so nicely, as he sucked the liquid…god, Steve, keep it in your pants.

“You get me another one and I’ll stop after that”, he said flirty, winking at Steve.

So Steve was game. A smirk crept onto his lips as he called out to the bartender to get the young man the same drink as before. This time a double.

“I’m Bucky”, the young man introduced himself, holding out his hand for Steve to shake, which he did. “Steve Rogers. Nice to meet you.”

Hm, the name Rogers sounded familiar to Bucky's ears, but he ignored it.

Instead he was already looking forward to meeting this attractive man, “so…what are your plans for tonight? What are you gonna do?”

Hoped You. Was Steve's First thought but he kept his mouth shut. “I’m not sure yet…I think I’ll finish this drink and go home”, he shrugged, not being able to keep the smirk hidden.

Bucky felt like he should immediately tell this gorgeous man he would leave this place alone but…he was never one for one night stands. He actually never had one, hell, he never had sex with someone, he only had his cock sucked a couple of times or did it himself. The closest thing he had to a one night stand was when he rubbed off a guy in the toilets of a bar on a first date. Afterwards the guy never talked to him again.

He decided to be honest.

“I’d be lying if I’d say you wouldn’t be going home alone even though I’d love to say it but…I’m not that kind of guy. I mean-I really want to know what you’re hiding beneath those clothes because your shoulders seem wider than the doors but…-“ “hey, hey, don’t worry, we can just get to know each other, talk a bit…we can go back to mine and just leave it at a conversation”, Steve smiled even though he had definitely intended the night to be different.

But he was good with his words. And he knew it’d work out to his favor.

It wouldn’t be the first time anyway.

So he wasn’t surprised to see Bucky texting his friends he wouldn’t be home for the night as they were leaving the building together.

Thank you for reading! I’d appreciate some feedback ❤️

What do you think why Bucky knows Steve’s surname?👀it’ll be important later on….👀

Taglist: @ozeriterchick @guiltypleasureisfun @ayronren (I’ve decided to tag some people that had reblog the series summary and might be interested! )

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Massages Masterlist

A Touching Gift (ao3) - vexbatch bucky/clint M, 2k

Summary: Massage therapist Bucky Barnes finds himself very distracted by a new client.

Casual Encounters (ao3) - MoreThanSlightly (cadignan) steve/bucky E, 66k

Summary: “You have never once been careful in your entire life.” Bucky huffs out a laugh. He looks away. “Maybe I’m offended you didn’t think to ask me.” He says it like a joke, but he can’t bring himself to laugh again.

“Bucky,” Steve says, scandalized. “You’re my friend. I’m not gonna use you to experiment sexually.”

Love is like a muscle (and you make me want to flex) (ao3) - Politzania bucky/tony E, 2k

Summary: Bucky takes Tony up on his offer for a massage, not realizing just how good it will feel.

Omega Interrupted (ao3) - pandafish steve/bucky E, 80k

Summary: Bucky isn’t a normal omega. He hasn’t hit his first proper heat yet, but still it feels like he’s in an almost constant state of heat. His sexual dysfunction causes the omega boarding school where he goes to send him to a clinic meant to deal with this stuff - a massive brick mansion in the middle of the beautiful woods. When Dr Steve Rogers, expert in omega medicine, sees Bucky however he’s perplexed. He’s never seen an omega with this particular problem before, especially not in someone so young.

So Steve decides to take him in, and since he doesn’t quite know how to treat him, he just needs to experiment. And soon Bucky finds himself spending his days strapped to a chair or bench being subjected to all kinds of pleasurable machines and medical treatments by a very handsome alpha doctor…

Pavlov was a Jerk (ao3) - BeneficialAddiction clint/phil E, 77k

Summary: Clint Barton: World's Greatest Marksman, submissive, high-functioning disaster.

When Clint comes in to SHIELD he's been on his own for almost four years, and he's been keeping himself level using conditioning techniques he's learned from a lifetime of abuse and neglect. Phil Coulson is the first to notice the imbalance – Clint's system seems to be all punishment, no rewards - but Phil's tastes aren't exactly average and it's none of his business anyway. Certain that what he wants is not at all congruent with what Clint deserves Phil keeps his distance, until a mission gone wrong sends the archer tumbling into an nasty case of subdrop and neither of them have any other choice but to take a chance on the other.

Possess (ao3) - romanoff steve/tony E, 5k

Summary: Tony and Steve take a night for themselves to just relax. It goes exactly as planned, and then some.

(If anyone asks, Steve is absolutely not a sucker for blissed out Tony. Absolutely not.)

Relaxation (ao3) - MaxxJacks (wcnderluster) steve/bucky E, 2k

Summary: When Bucky come back from a mission gone wrong, Steve knows he needs to do something to help.

Rogers & Barnes: Partners (ao3) - triedunture steve/bucky T, 10k

Summary: Steve and Bucky have to pose as a couple for a mission. Nat insists it really is the only option. She's checked.

The complication: unbeknownst to even Natasha, Steve and Bucky's friendship has been rocky ever since Bucky confessed his tender feelings and Steve left him out in the cold. Can asexual, completely-in-love-with-his-angry-best-friend Steve complete the mission and win Bucky's heart?

(The answer is yes. Yay!)

Salami (ao3) - L1av steve/bucky E, 25k

Summary: Everyone hears stories about the idiots who have to go to the ER to get random objects removed from their asses. If someone told Bucky he’d be spending his weekend in the hospital for one of the most embarrassing occurrences of his life, he’d probably laugh in their face and tell them to go fuck off. But here he is, in the ER with eleven inches of packaged, cold salami stuck up his ass. To make matters worse, his nurse is really hot. Really hot.

Join Bucky for one of the most awkward and yet comical experiences of his life that leads to self-discovery, trust and maybe even love.

Self Care (ao3) - nepenthe_writer steve/bucky T, 1k

Summary: Steve is there to help Bucky when he's hurting and give him all the care that he can handle.

Take Me to Church (ao3) - neversaydie steve/bucky E, 124k

Summary: Steve Rogers is a struggling artist. It’s not as romantic as it sounds.

What Steve really wants is a job as a session musician. He can play enough instruments that he could make a decent amount of money doing it, but in New York there are just too many talented musicians and not enough jobs to go around. So he takes jobs in hipster bars, hotel lobbies, at weddings and bar mitzvahs and office parties.

If he gets one more request for Let it Go, he swears he’ll find it within himself to punch a child.

He lives in a tiny, shitty apartment with Sam, who was his sort-of-boyfriend for a few weeks until he decided Steve’s very domestic relationship goals weren’t for him. They’re still pretty much best friends, luckily for Steve, because when the regular pianist at Sam’s dance company runs away to Canada he’s recommended his roommate and got him the job before Steve even knows about it.

Dancers. Steve’s going to have to spend his days with dancers. Great.

That's the spot (ao3) - Neonbat steve/bucky E, 4k

Summary: Bucky hates physical therapy, but being pampered by his suped-up boyfriend has its upsides.

Thermal Acclimation (ao3) - Claudia_flies steve/bucky E, 3k

Summary: It starts innocently enough.

Steve knows that while the arm is balanced into Bucky’s skeleton with adamantium and vibranium fusing, it still sometimes aggravates the muscles of his back. Not badly and never to the level of pain he had been used to with Hydra, but enough to make him shift and stretch on the couch.

The Roommate Situation (ao3) - 27dragons bucky/tony, backgrounf clint/pietro E, 27k

Summary: At loose ends after his release from the Army, Bucky finds himself with a crappy job at Hydra Securities and an even crappier living situation, sharing a studio apartment with a roommate who thinks a tacked-up sheet creates sufficient privacy to engage in BDSM while Bucky's trying to sleep. Bucky is counting down the days until the end of the lease and spending as much time as he can at Steve's already-overcrowded apartment... Until one night he overhears his roommate ignoring a clear "no" from his latest one-night stand and decides to intervene.

your left-hand man (ao3) - hitlikehammers steve/bucky E, 17k

Summary: Five times Steve was very appreciative of Bucky's left arm, and one time Bucky figured, yeah, sure, fine: that metal thing can stick around.

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Marvel Library

Spiderman

Growing Pains

Peter makes things really difficult and yet somehow monumentally better for the adults in his life.

Lets put it all behind us (if we can)

Peter, now forgotten by the world, prepares to die. That is, until Iron Man shows up looking for Spider-Man.

Gay Disaster Peter Parker

Coming out is difficult.

Soul Heavy

“I think that sometimes, some people are born with happy personalities and heavy souls,” Peter admitted gently.

Miscommunications

Ever since a civil war tore the Avengers apart, tensions have been brewing. Everyone has their own way of coping. Tony seems to take pleasure in stressing Rhodey out, Natasha avoids talking about anything real, Clint ignores all of Neil the Therapist's advice, and Steve continues to choose his unstable friend over his other, equally unstable friend. Enter, Peter Parker. (Who would've thought miscommunications about a kid could bring the team back together?)

Death Before Inaction ✔️

Overpowered Peter Parker is involved from the beginning and hates the Avengers.

Red Ribbon

What could be dangerous about a little white and red gift? Poor Peter, gathered an unwanted admirer and tries his best to keep it together.

Avengers: Road Trip

Tony wasn't sure how the hell he had ended up rattling around in his huge luxury campervan, headed for some obscure State Park in Pennsylvania, alongside none other than Steve, the man he's been avoiding for God knows how long. And also Bucky, Natasha, Bruce, Clint... And the kid, fretting at his torn jeans incessantly but bearing a grin the size of Queens on his face. Thrilled to be among his heroes. Why had Tony gone along with this?

Sometimes I Feel Like Giving Up

Peter never wanted this. He didn’t ask for the entire team to breathe down his neck whenever he eats, or to insist that he reaches some absurd goal weight when he’s perfectly fine where he’s at. He doesn’t need to change. He just needs to stop day dreaming about killing himself. It’s getting distracting.

Are you, Are you, Coming to the tree?

A mentally unstable Peter Parker and a Field Trip.

Promise Not To Fall

After the events of "Civil War" Peter had promised himself that he was not going to fall, that he needed to be strong for everyone. But everyone falls, and even that he didn't want that to happen, it happened and in the worst way possible.

The Places That Should Be Safe

Peter doesn't remember a lot of that day. Or: Peter dealing with trauma and probably more humor than you would think.

Are you dead? (Sometimes I think I’m dead)

Tony liked to think he made an imposing figure in captivity. There was his mind, his past experience, Iron Man, and of course, the weight of the Avengers behind any and all of his threats. As a result, Tony didn’t generally feel the need to resort to blustering or deflection tactics—he’d been kidnapped more times than he could count, and the whole thing was getting old. He always knew how to strike fear into the heart of his captors, how to manipulate the odds in his favor. Even when he was a child being kidnapped for leverage against Howard, he was capable of handling himself by his third go at it. Now that he was an adult, and a superhero to boot? Tony was usually busy staging his breakout by the time the Avengers arrived to rescue him. But in the cold of the small cell, Peter still unconscious and tucked against his side, Tony wasn’t so sure he could get them out of this.

Boy Scout Dropout ✔️

When Peter’s stranded in the middle of nowhere after a training exercise gone wrong, it’s up to him to shoulder the consequences of his choices. Alone.

home is where you hang the Live, Laugh, Love sign

it'd been a while since peter had known safety and support. would the avengers help him find it, despite their initially unsafe and non-supportive relationship? and what would happen if they did? (aka peter continues to be bewildered by the concept of love and acceptance and,, therapy?)

An Unofficial Introduction to the Avengers

The Avengers meet Spiderman via the online world, and then meet Peter Parker in Stark's living room. It takes them longer than it should to put two-and-two together.

I Think I Missed a Step ('Cause I'm Fallin' For You)

Peter thinks Wade knows his secret identity, and Wade is really confused by the hot coed who keeps popping up and hanging out with him.

twisted, baby

“Holy shit,” Deadpool murmurs. He’s leaning heavily against Peter, his bulk pinning him to the brick wall. That wouldn’t normally be enough to keep Peter in place — super-strength, and all — but he has a gun pressed to Peter’s jaw, which does the trick. “Are you into this, Webs?” Or: Peter has a problem. For some reason, the perfect cocktail of fear and adrenaline never fails to turn him on.

don’t you wanna feel my bones on your bones

Wade doesn't get why Spider-Man wants to fuck him, but is pleased to be there nonetheless. Also, the boxes are assholes.

Starting Point

It took Tony years to figure out why Peter kept avoiding certain missions, but one day... everything clicks into place. Peter did not like Captain America. How that was possible? Tony didn't know. It was a mystery though, and he was going to solve it.

Spideypool Oneshots

Romance, smut, and probably a smidge of angst.

Screw Them, I Love You

When Peter Parker reveals his identity to Deadpool, both men struggle to work around this new dynamic. It doesn't help that the Tin Man known as Iron Man is sticking his nose in where it doesn't belong, thank you very much.

Daredevil

Meet the Spider-Family

Or is it the Devil’s family? Either way, it’s your family.

Three Times, Red

When Matt spirals down into a dark place, Karen, Frank and Foggy rally around him. That's what friends do. They love you at your lowest.

The Troubles Are Lurking in Queens

When an arrogant lawyer demands his paperwork right now or better yet this very moment, you’re a good wife to Matt and decide to deliver the documents yourself – for your husband’s mental health sake (and for the sake of the meeting he’s running to). The catch is the said lawyer has his office in Queens – and whoever said Hell’s Kitchen was the least safe place in NYC was clearly lying.

lonely as i am, together we cry

Matt can't see Frank's face, but he can feel him—sense the warmth radiating from his body, the scent of his skin, the softness of his breath. He can feel him—in ways that have nothing to do with his heightened senses—and for a moment, Matt feels utterly overwhelmed. "Red—?" Frank calls again, probably noticing that Matt is on the verge of tears. "You want to stop?" It's a genuine question, and Matt is tempted to tell him the truth: that he doesn't want this to stop. Not now, not ever.

Falling For the Devil by @bellaxgiornata ✔️

Series of one-shots about a nervous/awkward journalist Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock. Eventual smut in later installments of this series.

Literally everything by @bellaxgiornata. I have never before found an author (in any fandom) who writes so well and comfortingly. Reading her books feels like a warm hug and makes me excited for my future.

#marvel #daredevil #spiderman #the avengers

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winterhawk-ao3feed · 8 days ago

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This is How it Feels to Take a Fall

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/64856491

by HatlessHoneybee

At the behest of his best friend, newly deaf Clint Barton moves in with Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. Filled with apprehension and no small amount of trauma, he is unsure while Natasha insists that this would be good for him. However, upon meeting Bucky, he finds a kindred spirit who might just understand what Clint is going through.

With the help of Bucky, Steve, Sam and Tony, the archer might just find himself again, as well as the family he never truly had.

Words: 9829, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Hawkeye (Marvel Comics)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Barney Barton, Lucky (Hawkeye), Tony Stark

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

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Roommates, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Matt Fraction-Inspired Clint Barton, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, I Will Go Down With This Ship, Deaf Clint Barton, War Veteran Bucky Barnes, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Protective Bucky Barnes, ASL, Amputee Bucky Barnes, Medical Trauma, Trauma, Healing, Service Dog Lucky (Hawkeye), Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Hurt Clint Barton, Human Disaster Clint Barton, Clint Barton Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes In Love, Disabled Character, Falling In Love, Friendship/Love, Soft Bucky Barnes, Canon-Typical Violence, Found Family

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64856491

#WinterHawk #Bucky/Clint #Clint/Bucky #WinterHawk fic #ao3feed #fanfic

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sjsmith56 · 1 year ago

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Life Changing, Chapter 6 - Eyes of the Father

Summary: Lacey’s pregnancy progresses well. When she goes into labour Steve shows up to see her through it. A bag of fan mail for her latest book includes a special letter.

Length: 4.7 K

Characters: Lacey, Laura, Clint, Steve.

Warnings: description of childbirth

Author notes: The picture referred to was a picture of Bucky taken at the Bucharest market. His vulnerability was evident in the photo and it’s kind of hinted that it may have influenced Clint to help.

<<Chapter 5

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It didn't take long for Lacey to tell Laura Barton everything. Her calm and kind nature impressed Lacey immediately as did her assurance that if Lacey stayed there long enough to have her baby that they would both be looked after. After being stressed while trying to stay safe and worrying about the future of her baby it felt good to have a motherly type looking out for her.

Her own mother hadn't been helpful when Lacey returned home to Wilmington, Pennsylvania for her brother's funeral. Still blaming Lacey for not preventing her brother Tom from leaving had caused a rift between her mother and herself. Even the presence of her oldest brother Terry and her sister Nancy hadn't tempered her mother's anger at her. Nancy had been sympathetic but because of her own emotional issues over her divorce wouldn't stand up to their mother. Terry, who had brought his entourage with him told her to stop being a selfish brat and apologize. As soon as Tom was buried Lacey packed up and left, leaving a note for her mother that made it clear they had nothing more to discuss. She drove to Philadelphia, rented her furnished bachelor apartment and sold her car, discarding the last piece of property that could be legally linked to her.

She poured all of this out to Laura Barton in the day after her arrival in a catharsis that seemed to last for hours. Laura listened patiently realizing that Lacey had kept this bottled up for weeks. She was exactly what Lacey needed, a sympathetic ear with no connection to her, who wouldn't judge her for things out of her control. Once Lacey had it out of her system she found her fears subsided and she was able to look forward to staying on the Barton farm for the near future.

The following day Clint landed the quinjet on the farm and brought the rest of the Avengers inside the house after the disaster of their mission in South Africa. As Laura came out and was introduced to the team Lacey held back for several minutes before coming out of her room and down the stairs.

"Hey guys," she said, raising her hand in greeting. "Surprise."

Natasha and Steve hugged her affectionately while the others expressed astonishment at finding her there.

"She needed a safe place to hide while we went on our mission," said Clint. "This place is off the books so I offered to hide her here with my family. You can still stay here Lacey, as long as you need to."

"Thanks, Clint," replied Lacey. "I'll consider that. I talked Laura's ear off yesterday and I wouldn't be surprised if she's already had enough of me."

"You can stay as long as you want," repeated Laura. "You needed to unload and I was happy to listen."

As the others milled around and Lacey looked closely at their faces she realized that something disturbing had happened to the team. Thor left almost immediately and Steve went outside to work off his frustration by splitting logs. Tony joined him and she watched from the steps as no one else seemed willing to tell her what had happened. Even Clint was unusually quiet about what went down, telling only Laura. When Laura asked Tony to get their tractor working Lacey approached Steve.

"What happened to you out there?" she asked. "You all seem shaken."

He sighed and looked at her, debating how to describe it. "We had our minds messed with," he finally replied. "A girl, maybe 18, with the ability to enter our minds and show us things that shook us. She showed me a future that I wanted, with a woman that I loved during the war but never told her. The others had more disturbing visions. Only Clint's intervention saved us. Ultron also got control of a large amount of vibranium ... enough to make a very big weapon that could cause an extinction level event. So yeah, we are shaken. We failed."

"I'm sorry," she said. "What will you do?"

"Find where he is and try again," he said. "What choice do we have?"

Tony appeared at the door and called Steve in for a meeting. Turning towards the house Steve put his hand lightly on Lacey's back, wanting her to be part of it. Inside was Nick Fury, who looked briefly at her but gave no indication they had met on her flight to the farm. He encouraged the Avengers to come up with a plan to stop Ultron explaining there was no one else capable of handling it. It must have hit a chord with them because they made the decision to return to Stark Tower and determine where Ultron had disappeared to. As they made preparations to leave Steve sat with Lacey on the couch.

"Are you coming with us?" he asked, looking intently at her.

"No, I'm going to stay here," she answered. "I feel at peace here. Laura's been a mom twice and is expecting her third. I feel like there's a lot I can learn from her on being a mom. When you beat Ultron, you get hold of me and ask me again. I'll decide then."

He hugged her. "Look after yourself," he said. "I don't have much family. Just Bucky, you and the baby."

"That's what Natasha said," replied Lacey. "That's good because I kind of broke it off with the rest of my family. They weren't giving me much support."

Steve hugged her again and stood up, smiling at her before he left the house. Lacey and Laura went out onto the porch and watched the quinjet take off and fly into the twilight. Then Laura turned to her.

"Tomorrow I see my obstetrician," she said. "I'll introduce you to him. We have to keep you healthy, don't we? Fury gave me some new IDs for you and a wedding band to wear if you want it. Your name is now Lacey Chapman. I hope that's okay."

"It's fine," said Lacey. "I'm not sure I ever want to use the Williams name again. If I can get published under the new name then I'll be good. Except maybe I'll use my initials. L.C. Chapman. What do you think?"

"Lots of authors use pseudonyms," replied Laura. "It will work out."

The next day Lacey met the obstetrician and he agreed to take her on as a patient. Her first appointment was set up for the following week. When the women returned to the farm she helped Laura can some fruit and vegetables. They laughed and talked of all manner of things and by the end of the day Lacey felt gloriously tired and slept well. It was several days before they heard anything from the Avengers and that was only when Laura got up to start the coffee and smelled Clint's aftershave. She turned around and saw him there. He embraced her, announcing he was done, retiring. Lacey came downstairs and hugged him as well, after learning what had happened. She was sorry to hear of the death of the young man who had saved Clint's life, knowing it had shaken him. She was also sorry to hear that Bruce Banner had disappeared in his Hulk persona and they had no idea where he was. Then Clint turned to her and gave her more news.

"They've moved the Avengers out of Stark Tower and into a secure compound in the countryside," he said. "Steve and Natasha are taking over training for some new recruits. He wrote a letter to you. I don't know what it says but no matter what you can stay here. I can build you a suite for you and your baby. It won't take long."

Laura rolled her eyes at that pronouncement but she repeated the offer. Lacey thanked them both and went to her room with the letter, opening it and sitting on her bed. She smiled, seeing Steve's penmanship was as nice as Bucky's. They were definitely a product of their time.

Dear Lacey,

By now you know the results of our battle with Ultron. We lost some people but we were able to prevent him from destroying the world. Natasha and I will be training our new recruits and I expect to be very busy here. You are welcome to come and live here with us but I will understand if you choose to stay at Barton's farm. You seemed much more relaxed there than you ever were in Stark Tower.

I meant what I said about you being family. If you choose to stay there I want you to call me when you're in labour and I will be at your side, helping bring your baby into the world. I owe you and Bucky that much. I will visit when I can. Until I see you, know that I think of you two often. The search for him will continue, I promise.

With the highest regards,

Steve

Lacey choked up a little bit. Steve was right. The farm felt familiar and comfortable. She wasn't sure she would fit in at the Avengers compound. Right then and there she decided to stay with the Bartons. When she told them of her decision they both hugged her and assured her they would make it work. Just at that moment Laura felt a twinge in her back. Clint noticed it and looked at her with concern, then made sure she laid down for a while. A few hours later she called him to say it was time and Lacey told them to go, that she could look after the kids. When Clint returned a few hours later and confirmed that his son Nathaniel had been born Lacey felt even more sure that this was the place she needed to be.

Over the next few months Clint was as good as his word. He built a suite, with its own bathroom for Lacey and her baby. Lacey insisted on paying him for his work but he refused, saying it would become their new bedroom if and when she moved. He built a cradle while Laura sewed bedding for it. Lacey had an ultrasound at four and a half months that confirmed it was a boy. That evening she laid in her bed and looked at the ultrasound picture then touched her abdomen. She imagined Bucky lying behind her, spooning so he could have his hand on her belly. They would look at the picture together and kiss at the prospect of their son. Try as she might she couldn't keep the tears away and she pulled a pillow close as she wept, wondering if she would ever see Bucky again.

When she told Steve he did visit and brought a box of boy things for the baby. She showed him the ultrasound picture and he told her how thrilled Bucky would have been at the technology behind it. At five months of pregnancy Lacey received an acceptance letter from a publisher for a manuscript she had submitted through her literary agent. They offered her a sizeable advance and asked her to come to New York to work with the editor. She declined, citing agoraphobia. Instead she asked if they could it edit it together online. After some back and forth with her agent as intermediary they agreed and Clint showed her how to hide their location on the computer so they couldn't be tracked. She worked with the editor for a week and they both were happy with the resulting manuscript. The editor brought up her author picture asking if they could send a photographer to take her picture. Muting her for a moment Lacey ran to get Clint.

"What do I tell her?" she asked. "I said I had agoraphobia and that I couldn't leave the house. But we can't have a strange photographer coming here either."

"I know a photographer in town," he replied. "Ask if you can provide your own professional headshot. I trust him to come out. He can take pictures of the baby and the kids. It's been a while since we had a portrait done."

Lacey ran back to the computer and unmuted the editor. "I have a photographer that I'm comfortable with," she said. "He's a professional. Can I get him to do a headshot and then send it to you electronically?"

"I don't see why not," said the editor. "I'll find out what their settings are for a photograph and email that to you."

"Thank you," said Lacey. "It's been so hard dealing with this disorder and I know it's made extra work for you. I'm so pleased that you've accommodated me."

"Well, your novel is worth it," said the editor. "I'll get that information to you as soon as possible."

Two days later the photographer came out and took pictures of the family then set up for head shots of Lacey. Clint introduced her as his cousin. He took several poses and asked what format she needed to send to her publisher. After confirming he could do it he said he would email them to her within a couple of days. When he did she sent them on to the publisher and left it to them which one they wanted. Clint set her up with a post office box a few towns away and they used that as her mailing address, knowing that the publisher would be sending out galley copies for her approval.

At seven months into Lacey's pregnancy the publisher announced the publication date of her second published book The Woolf Howled. They sent her a link to their website where it was described as a fictional account of a troubled young woman who found solace in the writings of Virginia Woolf. When she began to identify too strongly with Woolf and started to imitate her life she realized she lost herself to the mythology of the author and had to fight to regain her sanity. One critic who had reviewed a galley copy called it a bold re-imagination of the life and death of the famed author written for a modern audience. Another called it a harrowing account of losing oneself in the life experiences of another person. The book came out when Lacey was 8 ½ months pregnant. A week later she went into labour and Clint phoned Steve before he drove her to the hospital. Steve flew a quinjet to the hospital, which Clint flew back to the house, leaving Steve his truck keys. He entered the maternity wing and told the receptionist he was there to be the support for Lacey Chapman. Realizing she recognized him he asked her not to spread it around that he was there as Lacey was a very good friend whose husband, his best friend, was missing. Smiling nicely at her she agreed to keep his visit quiet then led him to where he could change. A nurse came for him and he entered the delivery room.

"Hi sweetheart," he smiled when he entered. "I told you I would be here for you. How far along are you?"

"8 cm," she said, as another contraction started. He held her hand as she breathed through it. "It shouldn't be long before I can start pushing. Are you sure you want to be here for this?"

"I'm sure," he said. "I owe it to you and Bucky. Have you come up with a name yet?"

"I want to name him Thomas James," she said. "Thomas is my brother's name, the one that was murdered."

Steve nodded. "I think Bucky would like that," he said. "You okay with me calling him Tommy?"

She smiled then grimaced as another contraction started. Steve grasped her hand again as she breathed through it. For half an hour he told her stories of growing up with Bucky that made her smile and laugh. When a contraction happened he held her hand and helped her breath. After checking her cervix the nurse assigned to her told her that it was almost time to start pushing and she would advise the doctor. Lacey looked at Steve and started to cry.

"What's wrong?" he asked gently.

"I wish it was Bucky that was here," she admitted. "I'm glad you're here but it should be him."

"I know," he replied sympathetically. "If we had found him I would have brought him here myself. I know you wanted to wait to tell him but he would have wanted to be here as well."

Another contraction started and this one overwhelmed her making her cry. Steve did his best to calm her and the nurse ran in, hearing her cries from the hallway.

"The doctor will be here right away," she soothed. "He's just scrubbing in. I'm here to help you deal with these final contractions. They're doozies, aren't they?"

Lacey nodded and Steve wiped her tears away gently. When the next one started the nurse told her to pant and not to stop until the contraction eased. Then the obstetrician entered and put on his gown and gloves. He and the nurse talked Lacey through the next contraction and another then announced the baby's head was crowning. As the head was born after she pushed on the next contraction Lacey panted as if her life depended on it. They suctioned the airways and then asked for another push to birth one shoulder. Turning the baby slightly the other shoulder came out followed by the rest of the baby. Lacey cried out in gladness then watched as the doctor rubbed the baby's back. When the baby cried out the doctor laid him on her abdomen. Hesitantly she touched him and started to cry when he looked at her. When the umbilical cord had stopped pulsing the doctor offered Steve the scissors to cut it and he refused.

"I'm just the father's best friend," he explained. "He's missing. You cut it doc."

The doctor cut it and explained they were going to examine him, wrap him up and put a cap on him then they would bring him right back. Steve hugged Lacey.

"Did you see that hair?" he exclaimed. "That's Bucky's hair. He's beautiful, Lacey. Bucky would be so proud of you."

"I can't believe I did it," said Lacey. "That was so hard but once he was born it was like all the pain just went away."

"I'll pass on the word to Tony and Natasha that you've had the baby," said Steve. "I'm sure you'll be receiving something from them."

"No word on Bruce yet?" she asked.

"Nothing," replied Steve. "It's like he disappeared off the face of the Earth."

"I hope he's okay," she said. "Hard to reconcile that gentle man with ... you know."

"I know," replied Steve.

They brought Tommy back to her and Lacey looked at Steve. "This is where I get to breast feed him," she said. "I don't mind if you stay. I mean, you are his godfather ... you know that, right?"

"Thank you," blushed Steve. "If you're okay with me being here I would like to stay for a little longer."

The nurse showed Lacey how to offer the breast to the baby and get him to latch on. Steve stayed, while averting his eyes as she and the nurse worked out the logistics. When Tommy finally started successfully nursing he put his hand on Lacey's shoulder.

"You'll be a great mother," he said softly.

After assisting Lacey with the feeding and the afterbirth, the nurse announced she would be moved to a hospital room soon. Lacey asked if he wanted to hold Tommy before she was moved and he smiled, then let the nurse show him how to do it. Steve kissed him on the head and stood up walking around with the baby for several minutes, talking softly to him.

"I have to go," he said reluctantly after his time with the baby. "I wish I could stay longer."

"It's okay," replied Lacey. "Clint and Laura will take care of us. Thank you for being here."

He gave Tommy back then bent over and hugged her, kissing both of them on the head. Leaving the room, he changed out of the scrubs and drove Clint's truck back to the farm. Laura made him something to eat and he told them about the birth. He also filled them in on what was happening at the Avengers compound. His face must have shown something as Clint looked sharply at him.

"What else is going on?" he asked.

"There are rumours that the Avengers are going to be put under the control of the United Nations," said Steve. "The feeling is that we have too much freedom to go on missions and that we're not capable of determining which missions require our attention. They want an oversight committee to decide for us."

"That's bullshit," said Clint. "Sometimes you have minutes to get out there. You can't be waiting for an oversight committee to decide for you."

"Exactly," said Steve. "Tony is really pushing for it. It's caused some friction between us. If we don't agree to it then we have to retire."

"Good thing I'm already retired," replied Clint. "Keep us posted. Any word on Lacey's situation?"

"I had a visit with the FBI agent in charge of her brother's case," said Steve. "I didn't say anything to her as the guy is a bit of a jerk. He demanded to know where she is. Apparently he still thinks she's planning to meet up with Bucky somewhere. I told him she's in seclusion. There is still a powerful Russian criminal who wants to make an example of her."

"She stays with us, then," said Barton firmly. "Poor kid."

Steve finished eating and stood up. He thanked Laura for the meal and walked outside with Clint to the quinjet.

"This UN thing is going to get messy," said Steve. "It could tear us apart."

"You know, I respect Tony," said Clint. "But when he gets on his high horse he just doesn't see anyone else's point of view. I guess that's what happens when you're a genius."

Steve didn't respond but he did shake Clint's hand and the latter man watched as the quinjet rose into the sky and flew off. He was well out of it and glad that he was. His life revolved around his family now and he liked being a farmer.

Neither Clint nor Laura said anything to Lacey about the FBI agent or the problems at the Avengers compound. It was just as well as she was consumed by baby Tommy and by the response to her book. With Laura's guidance Lacey learned how to be a mom. Never in her life did she think she could ever love someone as much as she loved this baby. As Tommy's eye colour came in and the bright blue of his father's eyes developed she was glad she decided to proceed with the pregnancy. When she wasn't looking after him she was learning how to be a farmer, insisting that she earn her keep. Clint taught her how to drive the tractor and how to plant crops, sharing everything he knew about running a farm.

In the meantime Lacey's book was selling reasonably well, even internationally as foreign language editions were published. The post office two towns away called to say she had fan mail that needed to be picked up. Clint drove out to get it and brought back a mail bag full of letters. Lacey was flabbergasted. Her first book had some good reviews but she never received a single fan letter and made only the minimum from the first and only print run. She began to read some of the letters and was touched by the sentiments in them. Realizing that some of the writers had poured their hearts out to her she began to answer the letters, writing responses on her laptop, printing them off, signing them and sending them off.

One morning when Tommy was almost eight months old Clint came up to Lacey's room and knocked on the door. She opened it to his grim face.

"You better come downstairs," he said. "There's something on the TV that you should see." Picking Tommy up she followed him to where Laura was watching a news channel. "There's been an incident in Nigeria. The Avengers were trying to stop a HYDRA cell from stealing a biological weapon. It went wrong and there was an explosion that killed several people. They're blaming the Avengers for it and actually want to arrest one of them, Wanda. She's just a kid."

"What will it all mean for them?" asked Lacey.

"They want to put the Avengers under the control of an oversight committee," said Clint. "It means they can't respond to anything without someone's say so. You know yourself that sometimes the fight comes to them. They wouldn't even be able to defend themselves without permission."

"How are the team taking it?" she asked. "Have you heard anything?"

"Steve told us when he was here for the birth that it was rumoured then and it was causing friction," replied Clint. "I can't see it getting better."

Lacey watched the coverage for some time until they all decided to turn it off. She decided to answer some letters and dug into the latest mail bag. After answering six letters she pulled out one more and looked at her name written on the envelope. The writing was familiar and she opened the envelope noticing a picture fall out face down on the floor. Picking it up she gave out a cry and Clint came running.

"What is it, what's wrong?" he asked.

"Bucky," she whispered. "He wrote me a letter."

Clint looked at the picture seeing a long haired man with bright blue-grey eyes and unshaven face. He glanced at Tommy, noticing the eyes of the father were the same as the boy's. The longer he looked at the picture of Bucky the more he realized he was looking at a man trying to find himself. He seemed vulnerable and alone. Lacey was reading the letter, her face absorbing every word. Then she looked up at Clint.

"He saw a poster of me in the window of a book store," she said, her voice tight. "He bought my book and read it. He's proud of me for persevering in my writing and hopes that I'm happy."

"Where's the envelope postmarked?" he asked.

She looked at the marking on the envelope. "Romania," she replied. "He must be there. We have to tell Steve."

"I will," said Clint firmly. "Is there anything else in the letter that gives a hint where in Romania?"

Lacey scanned it again while Clint looked closely at the picture to see if any landmark stood out.

"Nothing, except that he goes to a large market in the centre of the city," she noted. "He says city, not town or village."

"Could be Bucharest," guessed Clint. "HYDRA might have had abandoned safe houses there that he could hide in."

Clint left to contact Steve while Lacey studied the picture. Bucky's hair was still long but he looked almost the same. The biggest difference from when she last saw him was he seemed tired and sad in the picture. She picked Tommy up and walked outside with him. Looking out over the farm she lowered her face to Tommy's and breathed in his baby smell. He reached out with his hand and touched her face. Somehow they would find Bucky, and unite father and son. Somehow they would be a family.

That night she laid in bed, looking more closely at Bucky's picture. His eyes seemed haunted and she wondered who had taken the picture that caught him in such a vulnerable pose. She focussed on his beautiful lips, remembering them on her own and wondered if she would ever feel them on her again. After a few more minutes gazing at him she put the picture in her nightstand drawer and turned off the bedside lamp. Wishing on a picture wouldn't find him, nor would it bring him back to her. Only fate would do that.

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kandisheek · 1 year ago

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FIC REC WEEK 8 - OT6

They Know by determamfidd

Pairing: Steve/Tony/Clint/Natasha/Bruce/Thor Rating: E Words: 9,522 Tags: Bruce Feels, Mindmeld, Team Orgy

Summary: The aftermath of a mission isn't usually like this. But then, this was no usual mission. The others are lost in their remembered worlds, repressing like talented amateurs, and it’s painful to watch. Bruce is no great actor, but he has eaten repression for so long now that it’s effortless; no-one can see how galling it tastes to him. These people, though. They can’t hide it from him, not him. He’s a professional.

Reasons why I love it: This fic is so fucking good. It's almost a character study with how deeply it understands these characters, and it's given me some new things to think about their portrayals in the MCU. And the EMOTION in this, fucking hell, it's so raw it feels like a bleeding wound. So much so that when they all fall into each other, it feels cathartic in a way I haven't read in a long time. Give this one a shot, I promise you'll love it!

What You're Made Of by nightrider101

Pairing: Steve/Tony/Clint/Natasha/Bruce/Thor Rating: M Words: 10,432 Tags: Team Bonding, Hurt/Comfort, Polyamory

Summary: The Avengers gravitate toward each other, a relationship borne of close calls and sacrifice. Tony struggles to understand, but whether it takes a nudge or a shove, he’s got a whole team prepared to help him figure it out.

Reasons why I love it: The ending of this fic always makes me so emotional, in the best way possible. Finding comfort like they do in each other is so special, and nightrider captures the essence of that incredibly well. Go ahead and experience this one for yourself, it's incredible.

Personal Hardships by deervsheadlights

Pairing: Steve/Tony/Clint/Natasha/Bruce/Thor Rating: E Words: 4,403 Tags: PWP, Big Dick, Team Bonding

Summary: Getting Steve to fit is a team effort.

Reasons why I love it: This could've so easily become crackfic, but instead it's scorchingly hot and intense and all the things I love about the OT6 ship. Namely their unwavering trust in each other. This one is just amazing, so I highly recommend you check it out!

Assholes Anonymous by spqr

Pairing: Steve/Tony/Clint/Natasha/Bruce/Thor Rating: M Words: 7,157 Tags: Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Voyeurism, Tony-centric

Summary: “That’s not the point,” Steve snaps. “You can’t bring strangers back to HQ just because you’re blind drunk and thinking with your dick.” Tony sees red. “Maybe I am thinking with my dick, but it hasn’t been getting anywhere near enough attention lately, so unless you want to get down on your knees and blow me—“ Steve punches him.

Reasons why I love it: I don't know why, but Thor and Bruce and the thought of the two of them together completely stole my heart in this. The progression of the Stony dynamic is great, and I love Natasha's no-nonsense approach to getting what she wants. Also, Clint and Tony being human disasters together is always great. I love this one so much, and I'd recommend this for the last couple paragraphs alone because they're amazing, but so is the rest of the fic, so yeah, read it!

Of Ridiculous Ideas and Great Teammates (Or the Other Way Around) by Renai_chan

Pairing: Steve/Tony/Clint/Natasha/Bruce/Thor/Bucky/Sam Rating: M Words: 1,050 Tags: Humor, Orgies, Open Relationship

Summary: The Avengers are terrible art models, but in their defense, they were all naked and draped over each other. Things were bound to get hot.

Reasons why I love it: Oh Steve, you knew your plan was never going to work. To be fair though, I believe everyone's favorite artist had an ulterior motive here. And you can't be upset at the outcome when it's as fun and hot as it is. I love this fic to bits, and I bet you will too!

#marvel #fanfic #ot6 #fic rec #ficrec #a year in fanfic recs #fanfic rec

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adnauseum11 · 1 year ago

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Northern Attitude Ch 9

“Me too.” She breathed and he looked up at her, her pulse already fluttering under his palm. She shifted above him, moving her legs to bring her hips into better alignment with his. Mac kissed him as her weight settled onto him, making him groan into her mouth, tugging on the base of her braid again. His hands were slow, making a meal out of getting her free from her cardigan and tracing the shape of her body under her shirt. She broke away from his mouth with a gasp when he tweaked her nipples, making her back arch. Logan used the opportunity to tug her shirt over her head, throwing it without looking. She looked down at his intense face, his palms cupping her breasts, her bra tugged low. His eyes were locked on her dusky pink nipples, inches from his face. She watched as his eyes fluttered closed and his mouth wrapped around one tightened bud, her palm instantly cupping the back of his head to keep him close. He groaned against her skin, the sound and vibration making her nerve endings sing. He leaned back, releasing her hard nipple with a pop and undid her bra, tugging the useless fabric from her body and throwing it in the same vague direction as the rest of her clothes. She bit her lip as his eyes stayed locked on her tits and tugged on his hair hard enough to finally break his concentration, the pale ring of blue nearly obliterated by the dilated black of his pupils.

Northern Attitude (48110 words) by Ad_nauseum Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Logan (X-Men)/Original Female Character, Jane Foster/Thor, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Laura Barton Characters: Logan (X-Men), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Hank McCoy, Bruce Banner, Charles Xavier, Kurt Wagner, Pepper Potts, Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Matt Murdock, Nick Fury Additional Tags: no beta we die like women, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Bucky Barnes Needs Therapy, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Avengers Compound, Protective Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Captain America Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson is a Gift, Protective Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson Friendship, Frenemies Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson, Sam Wilson is not here for your shit, Human Disaster Matt Murdock, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Past Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Alcoholic OFC, Depression, Suicide Attempt, Canada Olympic Women's Hockey Team Ensemble, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Feels, Genius Tony Stark, Sassy Bucky Barnes, Sassy Steve Rogers, Logan is a Softie (X-Men), Protective Logan (X-Men), martial arts master Logan, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Original Character(s), X-Men References, Alternate Universe - X-Men Fusion, SHIP DARCY LEWIS WITH ALL THE THINGS, Therapist Sam Wilson, I'll Probably Keep Adding Tags, Medical Doctor Hank McCoy, Mental Health Issues, Logan has forgotten more about combat than you'll ever know, Logan in love is a dangerous man, hello unstoppable force, meet immovable object, Hockey, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Spy Natasha Romanov, Penis In Vagina Sex, Cunnilingus, Blow Jobs Series: Part 3 of The Labyrinth Song Summary: As former Olympian Mackenzie Drouin tries to navigate life as a new amputee, her freshly minted boyfriend is reluctantly drawn into another intrigue. With the Winter Solider needing intervention before being cleared for field work again, the Avengers are down not one, but multiple members. They turn to Logan for help in filling the gap - only to have things go even further off the rails when worlds collide.

#a03 fic #a03 writer #sometimes i write things #smutty things #escapism #fictional men are better #i have lost control of my life #this stupid fic kept me alive in 2023 #logan howlett #am I doing tagging right?#dialogue is my favourite #smut #smut is fun too #wolverine

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ronearoundblindly · 2 years ago

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The Stark Legacy (19)

Delight, part of Book II: Mind (see previous or series)

Summary: The compound deals with everyday challenges alongside holiday struggles.

Warnings for canon-level language and discussion of drugs and abuse. Rated Teen, 15+ ONLY, please.

CHAPTER NINETEEN—December 2038

“Ok, guys,” Peter Parker started energetically, “I gotta get back to decorate the tree tonight, so here’s what I got so far.”

“Go ahead,” Steve allowed.

“Bad batch of drugs is killing kidnapped homeless people, and now some of the same drug has been interspersed in huge illegal shipments around the world,” Peter rambled.

“Why didn’t we catch this earlier?” Bucky was given exactly the time it took to walk from the quinjet to the conference room to settle in. After yesterday’s all-nighter and a long flight, he was in a sharp mood.

“I found out when I ran into two kids who were experimented on,” Peter said.

“Romanoff and Thor got very little out of the drug’s creator,” Steve added. “We’ve had this professor in custody for a while,” he continued, sliding a file over to Bucky, “and he’s a full-blown nut job, with too many connections. It’s been a joke trying to track all the crime this guy might be involved in.”

“Seriously,” Bucky mumbled, “I’ve been sunning myself instead of helping with this?”

“Buck, we’ve got dozens of agents,” Steve snapped. He had rested no better than his friend. “T’Challa needed you more than us.”

Bucky scanned the file. “You have to be joking. D-Lite?”

“Yup.” Peter checked his watch.

“That sounds like an off-brand soda.”

Steve sighed in frustration. “Parker has two informants, Tandy and Tyrone, was it? They told us where the experiments took place, past tense, and now we are trying to help them control…whatever it was that triggered in them by this heroin substitute.”

“Whoever it doesn’t change, it kills flat out.” Peter’s face sank, remembering the stories he’d heard from his young recruits. “And it gets a little weirder because the survivors said that Professor Marshall was helped by a demon.”

“What the hell—”

“Yup. Basically. Named despair, at least that’s what Marshall called him, it, whatever.” Peter looked at his watch again and punched in something on the table’s comms. “And that’s it for me, so Natasha can go from here. Bye.” He bolted to the door, yelling a “Merry Christmas” to everyone on his path out.

Steve leaned over. “He told me earlier that Christmas is the only time his teenager isn’t a ‘total douche,’ his words, so he’s a bit excited to go home.”

Nat’s face popped up in familiar blue.

“Boys, I’m sending you new info that we’ve gathered, but,” Nat paused, “this is a mess. Only a fraction of these shipments have been tampered with, and there is no way to test all of it. We’ve got to destroy everything we find. You can imagine how many friends we’ve made.”

“And the other doctor affiliated with Marshall?” Steve sorted a few windows on his tablet.

“Clint was tracking Dorcas until the trail went cold. It’s like he actually disappeared into the ocean. We asked King Namor to keep a guard up just in case. The Sub-Mariner said he’d heard a legend of D’Spayre,” Nat cleared her throat, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but according to Atlantian lore, the demon D’Spayre was created from the fear their ancestors experienced when the whole kingdom sunk into the ocean. Hell of a bedtime story.”

“Well, the devil attacked us last year, so…” Bucky was going to need some time to absorb all this, line the players up on the field in his mind. “Alright, let’s get more details from Clint. Fresh eyes can’t hurt.”

“He’s states-side now,” Nat clarified.

Bucky looked at Steve. His friend shrugged. “And Sharon is waiting for me at the house,” Steve said, tentatively, “her rule when I came back. Home for the holidays unless…you know, disaster.”

“Guess it’s just me, Doc, and Wilson,” Bucky grumbled. “When does Stark get back?”

Nat pursed her holographic lips. “Gamora and Rocket send us subspace messages, but Tony’s been out of range for weeks. There’s a whole other problem…I’ll have to…we don’t know much, so I’d like us to wait for Stark to brief us. We’ve got enough to handle now.”

“Fine,” Steve allowed again, “keep us posted.” Nat’s form vanished.

Bucky leaned farther back in the conference room chair, sorting through what he’d just heard and known for a while.

“I think I liked being lower on the totem pole,” he said tightly. “There was a lot less to worry about. Go here, kill this guy. Go there, one more. Chill out and do nothing for a few months—”

“Buck,” his oldest friend interrupted, leaning forward with hands intertwined, “maybe you shouldn’t joyfully reminisce about single kills, yeah?”

Bucky swallowed inside his clenched jaw.

“For right now, I need you and Sam to work together,” Steve continued.

“She’s in Wakanda,” he replied quickly.

“Actually, both of them. Big Sam seems to respond well to Lil’Sam, and I think she can help him focus during training.”

“I should have just brought her with me,” Bucky mumbled.

Steve sat up. “Wait. So who…”

It only occurred to Bucky as Steve trailed off. No one had invited Samantha home. No one had even thought to do so just in case. All the pieces moved on the chess board and swiveled right past her. Her only remaining family was zipping through space somewhere. Clint hadn’t known he’d be back until the last minute. Natasha was flying around constantly. Bruce—

As if summoned by the thought, Banner pressed the door open with his back and looked up from his tablet. “Hey, gang, can we talk about Sam?” Bruce looked up over his glasses, unaware of his timeliness.

Steve’s expression said it all. “Shit.”

Samuel Wilson shoveled food into his mouth as if he were starving. A few people wandered in and out of the kitchen while Bucky looked on, mortified.

“You’re gonna get sick, buddy,” Bucky said as if he too would be sick.

“I’m in training, man. I lost so much muscle mass—it’s a bitch to put back on.” Sam gulped from the huge water bottle he carried everywhere.

“Glad to see your mood improved after sleep.”

“Bite me,” Falcon coughed between fork-fulls.

He ignored that rousing invitation. “You seemed to respond well to Samantha,” Bucky started.

“Lil’ Sam,” the hungry, hungry hippo corrected.

“—so I thought she could help us out the next few flights. What do you think?”

“Whatever.” Sam continued to eat. Bruce had warned Bucky not to expect much real interaction from Wilson. After waking up, the onslaught of high brain activity had plateaued, and his personality was still recovering, if it was coming back at all. Wilson’s moods still jumped around, and his focus was erratic. Bruce had suggested trying some unconventional, new methods of acclimating Falcon back into the team. This was as good of an idea as any other.

To Bucky’s surprise, Samantha jumped at the chance to help, and he could she her projection sitting on the disc in the yard as he and Falcon approached. He was even more surprised when Little Sam took the reins right away.

“Tell you what, Big Sam,” she started, smiling, an odd thing to see for the first time on a projection. It seemed foreign somehow. “You beat me at cards, and you can skip flying today. Deal?”

Wilson perked up immediately. He stood straighter. He smirked. He bounced in his step, what he’d several times described to Bucky as ‘swagger.’ “You’re on. That’s what I’m talking about. See?” He glared at Bucky, “not everything has to be serious.”

Samantha dealt cards onto her platform, scooting off to lean only her face and arms into the projection, and Falcon took off his flight pack and curled up in front of the circle like a kid with a new toy. Bucky watched for a few minutes. Wilson stayed excited, fun, sarcastic, and competitive, but even when Samantha had a good hand that beat his, Wilson playful congratulated her. He never got cranky; he never snapped at her. Bucky left them outside, keeping a watchful eye from just inside the building. He couldn’t tell who was winning the entire time because they both seemed so genuinely excited for each other. The two Sams clearly joked and chided each other, talked animatedly, and finally, both threw up their hands in shock.

Samantha did a small victory dance while Wilson pressed his comm. “Alright, Barnes, it’s flight time. Fair and square.”

The whole practice was derailed by Samantha’s intermittent challenges for Falcon to fly in a certain way or pattern, once was hands flat by his sides like Iron Man launching, another was a figure eight, but Bucky didn’t mind as soon as he figured out what she was doing. He never caught her eye to confirm, but Samantha deliberately asked Wilson questions during flight, rehashed old memories, and left small details for Wilson to correct. Bucky suspected she was testing him, yet Wilson became his old self for the first time in half a year.

Sixty minutes became ninety. Ninety minutes became three hours, and still, Falcon flew strong. He’d successfully flown by a neural link alone twice without noticing because Samantha suggested he show off his dance moves. After a particularly fluid, in-flight Bruno Mars impression, Bucky clapped for Falcon’s achievement, assuming Samantha was equally impressed. When he turned to look, however, she wasn’t on the platform anymore. He could only see a combat boot on its side at the circle's edge.

“Sam,” he called, “did you trip?”

The foot did not move.

“Samantha,” Bucky tried with more urgency, “are you okay? Say something. We can’t see you.”

There was a quiet moan, and the foot dragged off out of view. “Ow…”

“Seriously, are you alright?”

“Lil’ Sam, come on. What’s up?” Wilson sauntered up. “You still got two left feet?” Bucky could hear the calm tone, but Wilson’s face showed only concern. They stood looking into thin air, helpless, unable to even reach out a hand.

Finally, a hand stuck itself into their view and gave a shaky thumbs up. A strained chuckle vibrated through the speakers. “I—I—just I need to eat is all.” Her voice was too quiet.

“What the hell? How long has it been since you ate?” Bucky put his hand to his forehead, demanding, “go into my place and eat something. You fainted.”

“Yeah, I think I’ll go lie down too.”

“I’ll send someone to check on you,” Bucky added.

“No,” Samantha said, leaning into the circle, her face stern, “I’m not built like you guys. I’ll just rest and see you tomorrow.” She switched off the platform from Wakanda.

“What’s wrong with Lil’ Sam?” Wilson stopped immediately in front of Bucky, so close Bucky could feel his breath. “Is she sick? Why didn’t she come home? She should be here.” The anger rose quickly in his voice.

Bucky raised his arms defensively without touching Sam. “Honestly, I don’t know. I wasn’t told to bring her back, and—” He stopped, himself a little hurt by the reality. “No one…” Wanted her home? That was a cruel way to put what seemed like a simple oversight. Asked her home? Did a Stark actually need to be asked to do anything? She could feasibly do whatever the hell she wanted, and did from what he saw. Remembered her? Bucky had to admit that he repeatedly forgot about Sam until he found a use for her today. “You’ll see her tomorrow, Sam. I’ll make sure of it. She’s fine. I’m looking after her.”

Falcon stormed off, knocking him against the shoulder hard as he passed. “You better,” he hissed and mumbled about food on his way inside. The quick turn of his friend’s dark mood shocked Bucky. They’d been doing so well.

Bucky thought back to years ago when Wilson had been so ashamed of falling out of touch with Samantha. How close had they really been? He flicked back through the recording of their card game.

“—I definitely taught you how to bluff better than that—”

“—when you trained me to beat Nate with that trick shot before his basketball tryouts? He was pissed for weeks—I studied all the birds around the farm. I was gonna tell you all about them on your next visit—”

“—I should have taught you a good punch for those kids who called you that—”

It reminded Bucky of all the fellow soldiers at Lehigh who took over parenting him after his father’s accident. He had pieces of friendship and advice from everyone, but he remembered how sometimes the niceties only made him feel his loss more deeply. No single person could replace his father, and the more and more support he got, the more alone he felt when no one was around. His own father had died though; how did Sam feel knowing her father was still alive but took no part in raising her?

Bucky had always understood Stark’s perspective, perhaps because he felt so deeply responsible for how Tony became the man he was. Tony lost his parents to violent, evil forces, and after a period of burying his head in a bottle, he worked constantly to stop that from happening to anyone else. It was a full-time, all-time, forever job that only grew bigger and more complicated as the years went on. Now Earth needed two super soldiers, demigods, aliens, lab accidents, young drug-created recruits, and a veritable army of Inhumans running whole departments in every region just to keep evil at bay. Giving up on that to raise just one child alone, without her mother, the love of his own life, was such a foreign skill set, why wouldn’t he have outsourced it?

After all the pain he put those he assassinated through, Bucky would never choose to be tortured by reliving what he’d done to their families. He would admit it, go through it for their benefit if he must, but if he didn’t have to, he would hide in a shitty apartment in Romania. Which is exactly what he did once. So Bucky had never blamed Tony for living separately from his daughter. Bucky shoved his head in the sand, hoping the world would heal and move forward without him; Tony dove head-first into protecting the whole world and hoped his daughter would be safer for it.

She was safer, in a way, but Samantha wasn’t really Tony’s kid anymore. She wasn’t really anyone’s kid entirely, and even though the responsibility had been spread thin over a dozen or so people over the years, no one, in particular, claimed her. Big Sam and Little Sam had obviously started a friendship that looked like family, but it died somewhere over the last decade. Bucky stood mesmerized by the ease at which the Sams picked up interacting with each other; he’d never seen Samantha so comfortable, friendly even. It was a little unnerving, like watching a stage performance before the curtain closed.

The footage paused when a message from Samantha popped up on his tablet. “Big Sam counts cards without knowing it. Can be distracted from doing it, but is capable of complex cognitive tasks he could not previously do. Tell Bruce.”

So, she really was testing him. Smart girl.

[Chapter 20: Nourish]

#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x oc #tony stark's daughter #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #mcu au #alternate universe #endgame au #slow build #slow burn #action/adventure #the stark legacy #series #epic tale #tony stark angst #tony stark fanfiction #sam wilson steve rogers peter parker #avengers fanfiction

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lovelyrecs · 9 months ago

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we're getting in the thick of it... we're getting in the buckyreader of it all........

Bucky loves the compound. The sentiment carries a lot, considering he’s made it a non-negotiable part of his personal brand to hate everything.

he's so grinch i love him so much

He does his part as a man of honour and righteousness– calls out a very quiet ‘Hello?’ and then doesn’t bother feeling guilt when his heart explodes in joy at the lack of response.

ah yes. the ability to say he tried... and then look my grinch observation continues. his little troll heart grew three sizes when The Function he was forced to go to was empty

Bucky’s smile falters, and he returns to his default Grinchian state.

HELLO DID I PICK THAT UP FROM YOU OR WAS THAT ME ohmygod ari.... grinch!bucky au......

“I did a gig as an escape artist for a while. Paid super well,” you dismiss.

she did a gig as a what

He grumbled all through the morning when he saw fifteen text reminders sent to him through the night telling him he had to shoot a video that day. He grumbled when he couldn’t use traffic as an excuse to not show up because the studio is two streets away from the compound. He grumbled when the toaster actually works for once. Everything is right in the world. This was, of course, devastating to him.

okay so he has very extensive experience with avoiding this. he's used every single one of these excuses. "oh i forgot" well okay i won't LET YOU FORGET "oh the traffic was so bad" okay no need for a car "oh i had to make breakfast and the thing broke" i bet you they could make tony fix that shit and make it so it doesn't break. the invincible microwave prototype is in his lab right now. i love your one liners so much "This was, of course, devastating to him." I CANT i am having the time of my life

He finally shuts up when Sam gives him a piece of gum. Then he just glowers, but his jaw is otherwise occupied.

LMAOO HE COMPLAINED TO SAM ABOUT THIS?? love that

You shake your head, swallowing before taking another bite. “No, that was social service.”

HAHA old man joke

“No, I just did a stunt as a wedding videographer once,” you wave off, “It was great. You could always tell which couples were gonna get divorced within a year.”

she's barbie. i would read a book about her idec about bucky

You snort. “The first ghost I hunt cannot be one who sits beside me.”

PBBT HELP ME

Maya hurriedly leaves after wishing you good luck, probably to fix the walking PR disaster that was Clint, who unceremoniously went live on his Instagram the night before after consuming something he procured from some guy in an alleyway, who described it as ‘carbonated milk’. Bucky watched it for a few seconds and immediately shut down the app when Clint offered to take one article of clothing off for every million people that tuned in.

what'd i say. i can see the memes. he's fucking insane i would also be a huge fan. what is there to fix tbh. this would get me wholeheartedly also i noticed you didn't include it. how naked was he.

“I asked for there to be as few people in the room as possible,” you whisper to him.

AWWWW SHUT UPPP i'm feeling it ari i'm feelin it

So you do what needs to be done, as a person with a responsibility to all these fine and tired souls gathered here on a weekend. You kick him under the table.

HELP she really was the right person to ask. and she did it all with a smile on her face. (grunts) is so fucking funny i love this woman. also how the hell did you get the buzzfeed font

“First of all, it’s Ravenswood, not Raven’s Woods,” you shoot back. “And it exists.” “Where?” He raises an eyebrow. “I don’t know– fuckin’ West Virginia?” You shuffle through the papers. “Does it matter? You wanna move there?

that's so. that's such a stupid lie why would she lie about that AND WHY DOES HE CARE SO MUCH LITERALLY DOES HE WANT TO GO THERE??

“Within a few weeks of moving in, strange incidents started to take place. Irene’s friend Thelma, who also worked as a secretary at the press, recalled how Irene developed a persistent cough, was constantly fatigued, and had issues sleeping due to her skin itching. Thelma suggested solutions from ointments to medication, but not one remedy that she provided seemed to work. As time went by, Irene’s symptoms escalated into severe respiratory problems, leaving her breathless just from climbing up a flight of stairs. She even reportedly started having hallucinations of people crawling around in her house in the dark, but she was never able to catch them in their entirety.” [...] “Further, Thelma recalls Irene saying she heard strange sounds at night which kept her up. The only time the woman felt normal was when she left her house to stay with her cousins for a month.”

that sounds like mold. this all started when she moved into the house and stopped when she left. and the strange incidents are health problems. a cough??? how does a ghost cause a cough???

“Asbestos?” you echo. “Or mold. Could be either.” Bucky shrugs, chewing on the same stupid piece of gum that had lost its flavour hours ago.

EXXACTLYYY also that fucker kept that gum just to make him more assholey. he wanted to be annoying and nonchalant. kick him again

“You never had an itch so bad you just bit it?” “On her legs?” you ask incredulously. “She bit her legs? Is that what you’re saying?”

she has a point i've never bitten my legs and also i'd like to ask how high up the bites were. like is it a place where she could feasibly reach

“'Forces of evil whose reality existed beyond mortal comprehension’?” “Maybe it was her,” he fires back. “Maybe that's just how she was, how would you know?” “You’re saying the forces of evil are just… her bad vibes?” you say it slowly, as if that would make it better.

maybe there was that much fucking mold but his take is so much funnier

To Barnes (Work): are you ready for your influencer era To Barnes (Work): influenza

SNBDH SHE'S SO ME I DO THAT

From unknown Just letting you know though– he was lying. From unknown He doesn’t have an aunt. Motherfucker.

HELLO I TOTALLY FUCKING BELIEVED HIM however upon my reread. it is an extraordinary coincidence that his aunt had the exact same symptoms. i sort of admire his scheming to get his way

i really admire the amount of time and effort you put into this fic like the memes and the buzzfeed audio things are so fucking cool

unsolved (ii)

Summary: Bucky doesn't even believe in the paranormal. So who the hell thought it was a good idea to stick him in a series about everything haunted for the internet's amusement? With his loose-canon of a teammate who has no concept of subtlety or shits left to give, to make things even worse. (Buzzfeed unsolved AU)

Warnings: swearing, frustrated bucky at his little shit supreme, obnoxious reader, mentions of hauntings and the things that come with (body harm, priests, etc). images all have alt texts.

A/N: if you're familiar with the format of BuzzFeed unsolved videos, the pictures in this chapter make more sense. anyway we're starting small to warm up but i assure u there's like actual paranormal shit from next chapter onward <3 thank u for the chaotic response to chapter 1 ily guys sm ! as usual, please send me things you'd like to see in the series! it always make me so happy

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Bucky loves the compound. The sentiment carries a lot, considering he’s made it a non-negotiable part of his personal brand to hate everything.

The lush landscape is quiet, spacious enough that he isn’t forced to run into anyone he’s actively avoiding, and has state-of-the art security that lets him sleep soundly, assured that no one will be able to get to his floor in an assassination attempt.

All of his deep love and fond admiration disappears when it’s the crackass of dawn and his oakwood door receives the beat down of a lifetime.

He snaps awake instantly, unsure of whether there was someone actually trying to kick the shit out of his door or it was just another nightmare that often blurred lines with reality.

But after the third deafeningly loud knock confirms it, he scrambles for a pair of pants just so that he isn’t caught entirely vulnerable.

The thrashing doesn’t cease, and by the time he makes his way to the door and yanks it open–

There’s no one on the other side.

Except a coffee cup on the ground and a note scribbled haphazardly on the side.

Shoot day. See you at the studio!

He stares wordlessly at the cup, unable to differentiate whether the feeling coursing through the very fibres of his being currently is pure blinding rage, or confusion that you apparently knew his coffee order.

The studio is fucking empty. If Bucky wasn’t still reeling from the effects of being startled awake by a fake intrusion at 5am, he’d have been over the damn moon.

He does his part as a man of honour and righteousness– calls out a very quiet ‘Hello?’ and then doesn’t bother feeling guilt when his heart explodes in joy at the lack of response.

He spins on his heel to march out, only to come to an abrupt stop when he almost runs into you. He didn’t even fucking hear you come in.

“Oh, hey.” You look at him, hand on a bagel. “You actually showed.”

Bucky’s smile falters, and he returns to his default Grinchian state.

“You made sure I fuckin’ did,” he grumbles. “How’d you get on my floor?”

“I have my ways.”

Bucky’s glare presses hard into you almost like a palpable entity.

“I did a gig as an escape artist for a while. Paid super well,” you dismiss.

He doesn’t blink once, trying to decipher whether you’re telling him the truth or not.

You offer him a bite from your bagel in return, seemingly having moved on from the conversation already.

“Where’s everyone else?” he asks, turning away from you.

“Maya didn’t actually think you’d show up on time so she told everyone to come an hour later.” You speak through a mostly full mouth. “I figured you could use the company.”

Bucky immediately feels defensive, as if that wasn’t exactly what he tried to do.

He finally shuts up when Sam gives him a piece of gum. Then he just glowers, but his jaw is otherwise occupied.

“She set you on me this morning?” Bucky questions, tone on the verge of being ticked.

You shake your head, swallowing before taking another bite. “No, that was social service.”

Bucky’s eye twitches.

“I’ll come back in an hour,” he mumbles, arms crossed over his chest.

You give him a look that lets him know you’re entirely unconvinced. “Will you?”

Well. No.

“I’m gonna look around the studio. You’re welcome to join,” you say instead, looking past him. “We’ll need to know where we’re working for the next few months.”

Few months? No no– few hours at max, if this were to go exactly his way.

“Video’s not gonna do numbers,” he reminds you in a dull utterance.

“With an enthusiasm like that, it’s hard to see why you’re not universally beloved, Barnes,” you comment seriously, before clapping his shoulder. “Come on. You ever look at yourself in a mirror? You’re gonna be a star, baby.”

Bucky, in his current chosen avatar, looks less 'man of the world' and more 'reject of the jungle’.

But the sentiment is appreciated.

The studio is moderately big.

You find joy in messing around with set pieces of the other Avengers video series that were being shot there. Bucky finds joy in locating every possible escape route within a three foot vicinity.

He’s admittedly surprised by learning how much actually goes into making a simple video. He just figured they’d stick a camera in his face and teleprompt him and get it over it.

You chat animatedly about the use of gimbals and different camera gear, lighting setups and sound quality.

“You into this stuff?” He raises an eyebrow.

“No, I just did a stunt as a wedding videographer once,” you wave off, “It was great. You could always tell which couples were gonna get divorced within a year.”

Something unrecognisable flashes in his eyes.

“Escape artist and wedding videographer,” he repeats.

You stop talking to look at him.

“Yes,” you say simply and go on to provide no further explanation.

If the morning’s antics weren’t enough, now he’s convinced you’re fucking with him.

“Anyway, they’ll probably stick us in makeup before we go on camera because it–”

“Makeup?”

“Well– yeah. For the video.” Your eyes dart toward him, sizing him up in a quick glance. “If you look any paler, you’d basically be translucent.”

Bucky can’t even debate it. His skin looks like it hasn't felt the gentle touch of a sunray in millennia.

“Just say it’s part of the theme.”

You snort. “The first ghost I hunt cannot be one who sits beside me.”

So Bucky gets his makeup done.

By the time the studio fills in, he’s already drunk two cups of the shitty breakroom coffee and found fifteen innocuous things to fashion into weaponry if things were to go awry.

The large bright lights force him to keep wiping beads of sweat away from his forehead. Everything exists in a contrarian state of frenzy, and coordinated down to the second as if it were a damn rocket launch. He’s already had three staff members dart about him cross checking if he’s hydrated and if he’s signed the right forms.

“Oh, you actually showed,” he hears for the second time from Maya, who doesn’t even make an attempt to hide the earnest surprise from her voice.

Bucky wants to scream.

“The team’s picked a really simple case since it’s the first video. You just need to read it out,” she explains breezily, switching from you to him, “and you need to react.”

You flash her a thumbs up. Bucky doesn’t move an inch. He’s convinced it’ll trigger another round of people meddling with his hair until it looks ‘sufficiently casual but not artificial’.

“I asked for there to be as few people in the room as possible,” you whisper to him.

“Still a lot,” he replies under his breath, watching them buzz around him, still brushing up his face and dabbing at his hairline with a napkin.

Someone hands you a folder full of papers. “We lose any more and we’re filming this video ourselves.”

“All ready!” The camera guy, Shane, announces.

“Copy that,” you call back, before leaning forward in your chair, grinning. “Chill. I’m gonna do the talking. All you gotta do is say a few words and look pretty.”

That sounds…doable.

“Make it fast,” Bucky mutters, crossing his arms over his chest.

Whether he was talking about the video or his death is still up for debate.

“Recording in three…two…one–”

The whole studio waits with bated breath, but Bucky stares right ahead.

“When I said a ‘few words’, I did mean one or two, possibly more,” you talk through your smile.

Bucky continues looking into the camera like it stole his ancestral property.

You exhale, soldiering on, lips still upturned.

You look at Bucky, hopeful that he will at least answer a question. He doesn’t offer the same kindness, and now you understand why Maya reached out to you for this.

So you do what needs to be done, as a person with a responsibility to all these fine and tired souls gathered here on a weekend.

You kick him under the table.

The crew waits for Bucky to say more. He very pointedly doesn’t.

At least one sound has been procured from him, which is more than what they can say for some other videos.

You continue, “Our story takes place in 1954, in the quaint, rural town of Ravenswood. Irene–”

Bucky scoffs. “You made that up.”

Would now be a good time for him to bring up your previous job experiences you had dropped so casually or was this enough to let you know he was onto you?

Your eyebrows pull together, scanning over the sentence. “I haven't even said anything yet.”

“A horror story. Taking place in Raven’s Woods,” Bucky emphasises. “Really.”

Bitch.

“First of all, it’s Ravenswood, not Raven’s Woods,” you shoot back. “And it exists.”

“Where?” He raises an eyebrow.

“I don’t know– fuckin’ West Virginia?” You shuffle through the papers. “Does it matter? You wanna move there?”

Bucky doesn’t add anything further.

You observe him for a moment before deciding to continue.

“In the quiet town of Ravenswood,” you side eye him but he doesn’t look affected. “Irene Wendelin, a 35-year-old woman moved into a house on the outskirts to save up money. She lived alone, had no immediate relatives and worked as a secretary at the local press.”

Bucky continues chewing his gum. You’re not even sure he’s listening, but everyone got paid by the hour regardless of whether he did, so who gives a shit.

“How long did this take?” Bucky questions out of the blue, arms still crossed over his chest.

“I think within a couple of weeks of moving in.” You try not to look too surprised. “Further, Thelma recalls Irene saying she heard strange sounds at night which kept her up. The only time the woman felt normal was when she left her house to stay with her cousins for a month.”

Bucky’s head snaps to you, eyes narrowing.

“What?” you challenge.

“Nothin’,” he says instead. “Go on.”

You cast a look at the crew, who look just as confused as you, but you continue regardless.

“Things escalated when one day, Irene showed up to work in complete disarray. Thelma says that upon a closer look, Irene had bite marks over her hands and legs. Thelma, a devout Christian, insisted on getting the place checked out by the church since all else had failed. Father Gabriel, a local priest, agreed to visit the house, but upon setting foot inside, claimed it was haunted by ‘forces of evil whose reality existed beyond mortal comprehension’. This was the last straw for Thelma, who had Irene move into her house until she found a new place to stay. Within a few weeks, Irene was back to normal, and the house is still considered one of the most haunted places in the country to this place, with no one allowed to enter.”

Bucky looks at his arms, jaw tightening.

Your eyebrow twitches.

You could see Maya shaking her head from across the room, entirely fucking defeated.

You wait a few seconds but receive no response. Bucky’s gaze doesn’t shift from the table top.

You start gathering the folder with the story in it, getting ready to read out your conclusion.

You stare at him, but he doesn’t look up at you.

Collectively, every spine in the room straightens.

“Asbestos?” you echo.

“Or mold. Could be either.” Bucky shrugs, chewing on the same stupid piece of gum that had lost its flavour hours ago.

You look at him in bewilderment, partly because you weren’t expecting him to say anything at all, much less this.

“Had an aunt once who thought she was possessed. Turns out her walls were full of mold.”

You stare at him. “You’re lying.”

He finally turns to you, no traces of humour on his face. “She got remarried and moved out. Good as new.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s asbestos.”

“Had the same symptoms an’ everything. Itchy skin, breathing problems, fatigue.”

“Hallucinations?”

“Stress. Being poisoned twenty-four hours a day’ll do a number on anyone.”

“And the bite marks?”

“You never had an itch so bad you just bit it?”

“On her legs?” you ask incredulously. “She bit her legs? Is that what you’re saying?”

Bucky shrugs.

You look like you’re going to lose your mind.

You clear your throat. “What about the priest?

Bucky snorts. “What ‘bout him?”

“'Forces of evil whose reality existed beyond mortal comprehension’?”

“Maybe it was her,” he fires back. “Maybe that's just how she was, how would you know?”

“You’re saying the forces of evil are just… her bad vibes?” you say it slowly, as if that would make it better.

“Maybe.” Bucky’s shoulders rise and drop again. “My aunt was a real stick in the mud too. I coulda called her a force’a evil when she didn’t let me fire a bottle rocket into the tree.”

You narrow your eyes at him. Bucky looks back innocently.

“You’re bullshitting.”

“About my aunt?” he scoffs. “I would never. Rest her soul. Made some damn good cranberry pie.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s not asbestos.”

“Then why was she fine every time she moved out?”

“Because the house was haunted.”

“By mold.”

Maya clears her throat, pointing to her watch.

You look back at her and clear your throat as well, shuffling around your papers.

“Right. So that’s it for this episode.”

The camera guy yells “Cut!’ and you turn to look at Bucky.

But he’s already gone.

The video goes up that weekend.

It takes a considerable amount of time to edit, considering they had to bleep out the steady stream of expletives that you didn’t even know Bucky was muttering under his breath, but got picked up by the mic anyway.

To Barnes (Work):

are you ready for your influencer era

He leaves you on seen. You think you’ll send him more memes of his stupid face.

To Barnes (Work):

influenza

Five hours since the video has gone up, and your phone starts buzzing more than usual. Nat’s already sent you a clearly AI generated article titled ‘Everything We Know About the Latest Avenger’, full of incorrect information and straight up lies.

The first reviews are promising. Sort of. The newest generation of kids on Twitter are saying shit and using terms that are beyond you, but it looks good. You think.

And then somewhere close to midnight, your phone chimes with a text from a number you hadn’t yet saved.

From unknown

Hey. Steve Rogers here. Great job on the video.

Your eyebrows shoot up, discarding your refreshing of the Subreddit that has popped up in your name.

From unknown

Just letting you know though– he was lying.

From unknown

He doesn’t have an aunt.

Motherfucker.

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(What if) WARNER BROS MADE THE MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE PART 1

SENTINEL OF LIBERTY

(Man of Steel)

I have seen this idea several times and I found it interesting to make my own version of what the MCU would have been like with the same projects that the DCEU had, I also found the idea of imitating the posters funny. The one with Cap would be the 1st movie, being almost the same as 'The First Avenger' but without the post credits that connects with 'The Avengers' and Red Skull would be killed by Cap.

IRON MAN V CAPTAIN AMERICA DAWN OF AVENGING

(Batman v Superman Dawn of Justice)

This would be the 2nd MCU film, it would be a free adaptation of 'Civil War' like the film of the same name. Here, after waking up from the past, Cap continues as a hero but by causing several disasters in the process, the Sokovia agreements are created. Steve would refuse and would come into conflict with Tony. Being the only superheroes that are active at that time in the MCU, it would be a fight between 2 and they would join together at the end to stop General Ross who, upon seeing that they refuse to sign the agreements, transforms into Red Hulk and Thor would appear to help them, forming the trinity. In the end Cap would die and Tony would start the Avengers initiative.

THUNDERBOLTS

(Suicide Squad)

The 3rd project would be Thunderbolts, counting on the lineup announced at Comic Con. Valentina would bring together US agent, Yelena, Red guardian, Ghost, Taskmaster and Winter Soldier. Villains like Whiplash, Batroc and Crossbones would also be added since movies like 'Ironman 2' and 'Winter soldier' were omitted in this universe. When introducing the villains there would be a summary of how they were defeated, showing events from said films but instead of escaping or dying they were captured. The events of Black Widow have not yet happened at this point, Red Guardian and Yelena would be imprisoned for other reasons as would Ghost and Taskmaster. Bucky would still be evil. Valentina would bring them together to defeat Malekith, it would be the plot of 'Thor: The dark world' and in the end Whiplash would die by sacrificing himself. As the movie progresses, Bucky would regain control of his mind and become good again. Everyone would return to prison and Yelena in the final scene would be rescued by Iron Maiden.

THOR

(Wonder Woman)

The film would follow the plot of the first Thor movie, it would be a prequel type, since it would be set before 'Ironman v Captain America'. It would start in the present as the 'Wonder Woman' movie and then go to the past telling about her childhood. She would then go through the banishment, meeting Jane and so on, until she returned to Asgard and defeated Loki. The film would end in the present contacting Tony and the post-credits will be the same as 'Thor 1' with Nick Fury recruiting Erik Selvig, showing the tesseract and revealing that Loki is still alive.

AVENGERS

(Justice League)

It would also be almost the same as the existing 'The Avengers' movie, but Tony would be in charge of recruiting the heroes. Natasha didn't know Tony at this point, she and Clint would work at SHIELD. She would also begin with Loki arriving on Earth, controlling Clint, and Selvig taking the tesseract. In the first confrontation with Loki, Ironman and Thor would arrive to stop him, Natasha would arrive in the quinjet since SHIELD also planned to capture him. Both would go with Natasha to the helicarrier and meet Nick Fury, with whom they would collaborate and lock Loki in the helicarrier. Bruce Banner at the beginning of the film would be recruited by Nick to help him, so he would already be with shield when Loki is captured. The captain's body would be protected in the helicarrier and they would revive him with the help of Loki's scepter (let's say that being the gem of the mind they were able to revive him). The escape would be the same as the real movie, Coulson would die and Tony would ask Cap, Nat and Clint to join him with Thor. Hulk would escape and fall into a building, but would later reunite with the others in New York. The final battle would be the same, Thor would take Loki to Asgard and the others would go their own way. In the post-credits it is revealed that General Ross survived but stopped being Red Hulk, he would be upset because Valentina stole the Thunderbolts project and he would seek to form one of his own, calling Killian from 'Ironman 3' to join him.

BLACK PANTHER

(Aquaman)

The film should have been about someone who had appeared in 'Avengers', as in the case of Aquaman who was introduced in 'Justice League', but none were better suited than Black Panther to be the replacement for his 2 films. This movie would be exactly the same as the real 'Black Panther' movie but without its events in 'Civil War' having happened. In this case, the death of T'challa's father would be covered in this film. It did not open a post-credits scene, it would be a completely closed film.

SPIDER-MAN

(Shazam)

This would be the 6th MCU film. The Spiderman and Shazam movies don't share much similarity except that they are the only young superheroes with their own movies in their universes ('Blue Beetle' is more part of the new universe). The film would follow part of the 'Homecoming' plot without the part that connects to 'Civil War' at the beginning of the film and Peter would meet Tony here, giving him his suit just at this point. The rest of the film would be the same as the real movie. Cap would not appear during the movie except at the end, recreating the scene of Superman arriving with Billy at school, but it would be Cap arriving with Peter and Ned to lunch, nor would his face be seen more than his body. The vulture's post-credits would remain the same.

BLACK WIDOWS

(Birds Of Prey)

It would be almost the same movie as the real one, Natasha would have a leading role but the main one would be Yelena, the movie would start in the same way but they would explain that after Yelena was rescued by Iron Maiden in 'Thunderbolts' she would be taken to the Red room and controlled by Dreykov. Nat would free her in the same way and the rest of the story would happen the same, but Taskmaster from the beginning would be their ally, explaining that she was able to escape from Valentina as well, she would take revenge on her father for what he did to her and make things up to Nat. She didn't open post credits.

THOR RAGNAROK

(Wonder Woman 87)

As I mentioned, 'Thunderbolts' covered the plot of 'Thor: The dark world' but without the Asgardians being involved, so Loki would not remain on the throne of Asgard. Odin would die and ask Thor to free Loki, since he was locked up since Avengers. There was no appearance of Dr. Strange and Hulk. Thor and Loki would go to Earth and meet Jane again following a bit of the plot of 'Thor: Love and Thunder', making it clear that they broke up after Avengers. Then they would meet Hela and she would break Mjolnir, the Saakar thing would happen without the Hulk's presence. Jane would stay on Earth and gain Thor's powers after finding Mjolnir destroyed. After escaping from Saakar they would face Hela in Asgard, with Thor, Loki, Korg and Valkyrie, Jane would arrive in Asgard and join them moments later as Mighty Thor. Surthur would cause Ragnarok and everyone would escape. Jane's cancer would accelerate from using Mjolnir and she would die on the ship already heading towards Earth. Thor, after saying goodbye to her, would assume the throne of what remains of his people of Asgard. The post-credits would be a cameo of Beta Ray Bill fighting in Saakar.

A.U Not done by me big shoutout to a instergram username Billywhodraws

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