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kippykasey · 3 years ago

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Ey demons, its me ya girl

Summary: Yelena and you go to a haunted cemetery together.

Word Count: 2212

Characters: Yelena Boleva & Reader

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P.S. Found this gif on Pintrest and edited it to look like a night vision camera filmed it.

Yelena Boleva was a hero in disguise the day we met at Natasha’s grave site. You see I was only a teenager when the snap happened. My parents, former Shield agents, turned to dust in front of my eyes. I went to the only safe place I could think of, the Avengers building. Well those five years during the snap I was basically raised by Nat and Steve Rogers. Losing them both was hard. Almost as hard as it was readjusting to having my parents back. In fact most of the time I’m usually checking in on Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Wanda (before she cut ties and went awol in Westview), and I found out that Nat had a grave in Ohio.

The moment I knew about the grave I had Sam help me get to Ohio to visit the grave of my pseudo mother. It was during my visit, while I was replacing some dead flowers, that Yelena arrived. She seemed almost upset that I was there but she saw the tears in my eyes. We made small talk about how we knew her and since then we became close. Yelena took over the training that Steve and mainly Nat had begun. She took on the ‘Aunt’ roll like it was second nature and became one of my best friends.

Spending time with Yelena during October was pretty frustrating and fun all at once. I had a personal tradition to watch ghost hunting shows leading up to Halloween. As a believer of the supernatural I fully got into the shows I was watching. Yelena on the other hand was a skeptic so she constantly made her disagreement known which on one hand got annoying but at the same time kept me from getting so into the show that I freak out with the investigators.

Yelena let out a sigh as yet another episode of Destination Fear ended. “You watch these all the time, why don’t you just go do it?” She looked over at me and I opened my mouth to answer but closed it. She had a point. I had watched some of these shows so much that some of them were memorized. I got off the couch we were sitting on in my apartment, the same building Bucky lived in actually. I moved over to the desk in front of the window and grabbed a book off one of the shelf legs. It had a list of haunted locations and I remember book marking one because it was so close.

“Well there is a haunted cemetery about 45 minutes from here. I started to do research on it and there might even be a… ya know… darker force.” I started to explain opening the book to the cemetery to show her while avoiding the word ‘demon’. Yelena sat up straighter making grabby hands for the book. When it was handed over she read over the page and grinned. “I’m pretty sure I can get all the things we need for a little investigation pretty easily. I say we do it!” She handed the book back excitedly and I groaned. “You don’t even believe in this stuff.”

“But you do moya dorogaya. “ My darling. Yelena leans over, poking the tip of my nose with her finger. “Saturday, we’ll go Saturday.” My lips pressed together and I tried not to look spooked but I knew that if Yelena was with me I would be okay from any humans that might be out there but I didn’t want to go and upset spirits or that dark being and bring it home with me like I see happen on the shows some times. I had a few days to do more research and I would make sure I did what I could to make it a safe experience.

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When Saturday came I was just leaving Bucky’s after having dinner together when Yelena arrived to pick me up. She had planned it perfectly so the sun would have just set when we arrived at the cemetery. Cemeteries were always creepy to me but the darkness of night brought on a whole new level of darkness. Yelena and I got out of her car and moved to the trunk that she opened revealing her signature vest that she had gotten back from Nat’s things. She had filled the pockets with extra batteries for the camera, flashlights, and voice recorder she had gotten for our little ghost hunting adventure. Once the trunk was close she turned to me.

“Where to dorogaya?” Darling.

I took a deep breath and looked at the cemetery pulling up the map of it on my phone that I found online. “This way.” I walked towards the front gates. Yelena raced ahead and stood in front of the gates pulling out her phone for a selfie. “Woah look at me taking a selfie with some demons, yeah.” She says making my eyes widen as she took the picture.

It cleared my throat to help calm myself before we actually entered the fields of graves. With one of the flashlights Yelena brought I made sure I didn’t trip over an in-ground headstone as we walked through the cemetery. It was eerily quiet. The nearest road one the lone one that led up to the cemetery and the abandoned house across the street that was too run down for even squatters to live in. There was no rustling of leaves, no sounds of crickets, if anything I think I could hear the distant sound of the creek that ran behind the mausoleums.

“This is the children’s section. You can tell because of the angel statue in the center of the area.” I told Yelena pointing my flashlight at the statue as I mentioned it. “Claims say that the crying heard in this area is the angel weeping. Some even claim to have seen tears near the eyes of the statue.” I explain remembering some of the facts I had learned in my research.

Yelena handed me the camera she had been recording with since we entered the cemetery. As soon as I had it stabled she moved up closer to the statue before calling out. ��Hey ghouls! The girls are here!”

“What are you doing?” I asked her looking around the dark fields of graves some headstones playing tricks with my head. Was that a person or a tall headstone?? Yelena laughed and walked over to wrap an arm around my shoulders. “I’m just letting them know we’re here.” She explained in an innocent tone. I nodded my head and we walked around the child section for a while before moving on towards the older section of the cemetery.

“Is it just me or does it look like someone is standing over there by the tree, near the road?” I asked, referring to the road that went through the cemetery. Yelena raised her flashlight from the ground over to where I was talking about. “That’s probably just a statue. Can’t really see from here though.”

We stopped right outside of the metal fenced-in older part of the cemetery. The gates had been removed to keep it included with the expanded part but it still felt like something all on her own. I raised my foot to step into the older part where Yelena already stood when I froze hearing what sounded like a disembodied scream. “D-did you hear that?”

“Hmm. Sounded like an owl.” She shot down my thoughts of it being supernatural with a logical explanation. It would have been a good thought if it weren’t for the fact that in the near hour we have been here we haven’t heard anything until now. I slowly walked father into the creepier part of the resting place of past lives. What might have been a breeze tickled my neck, but there wasn’t any wind. “Maybe we… Maybe we can use that voice recorder now?” I had to take a breath to compose myself and try to conceal how freaked out I was.

Yelena pulled out the recorder from one of the vest pockets. Using the flashlight to turn it on before clicking her light off leaving us in darkness, except for the small LCD screen on the camera in my hands. “This is the area where the demon is supposed to be right?” She casually asked as she moved to lean against a cracked headstone. My head snapped into her direction, pointing the camera at her. “Y-yeah.”

Yelena nods her head before holding her arm out with the recorder. I could see the red light on the voice recorder signaling the device was recording. “Is there anyone here?” I asked, starting the questioning. We waited for a bit before Yelena spoke, “Are you a demon?” As she mentioned the evil entity that was supposedly lurking here I felt a shiver run down my spine.

“When did you die?” I questioned, trying to ignore her.

“Demon? Demon?” Yelena called out in a strange voice as if she was mocking the being.

“Would you stop calling it that!” I scolded her as I scanned the area with the camera feeling like the mood shifted, or maybe I was just getting more scared of something reacting to her.

“I just want to talk to the demon.” She explained herself while still saying ‘demon’ in a joking way.

Before I could say anything in response I let out a yelp of fear jumping towards her as I caught a glimpse of something in the viewfinder of the camera. Yelena turned her head towards me with a questioning look that I couldn’t see in the darkness. “What was that?” She inquired as the light on the recorder turned off. “I thought I saw something on the camera.” The woman next to me hummed and flicked on her flashlight to scan the area with the artificial light. “Well nothing’s out there. It could have been that owl. Oh hey look, the recorder died.” I panned the camera over as I turned to look. The voice recorder was indeed dead. The new batteries we put in it before entering the cemetery should have given it enough battery life to last for six hours according to the user manual. It had barely been two since the batteries were put in.

“That’s strange. You brought extra batteries though, right?” I double checked and she nodded. Holding the flashlight between her shoulder and head she changed the batteries while I scanned the area once again with the camera. I paused squinting at the small screen. Three rows behind us, deeper into the older section of grave sites looked to be a black mist like form. Turning my head up from the camera to look in the same direction I didn’t see anything which made me quickly look back down at the camera.

“Got it. We are recording again.” Yelena informed me as she walked over. “Should we check out more of the cemetery?” I nod my head, turning away from the area I was previously spooked over. We left the old cemetery section and moved over to the mausoleum area. We sat in front of the buildings and did a few more questions and I would have to listen to the recordings later to find out if we actually caught anything since the recorder didn’t have playback speakers, just a headphone jack. Not to mention looking at the video recording on a larger screen would totally be easier to see if I actually caught something on film.

“HEY! You’re not allowed in here!” A voice shouted seconds before a flashlight shined on us. I squinted against the light in my face. As the person got closer the light moved off of our face and we were able to see an officer. “Sorry. We were just leaving.” I told him grabbing Yelena’s hand before she could argue. The officer escorted us back to our vehicle and followed us back down the road until we were back on a main road away from the cemetery we had spent a total of three hours in. Not long but I felt like it was worth it.

“That officer was probably the scariest part. I didn’t even hear him coming.” Yelena mentions as she drives towards my apartment. I rolled my eyes and shook my head letting out a soft yawn. “Yeah for you maybe. You were crazy for talking to a possible evil entity like that.”

“Demon. It’s a word. Not a being. More of a figurative being maybe.” She spoke with a slight shrug. “I’m crashing at your place tonight you know.” She mentions and I nod my head already expecting her to since we would be getting back so late, or technically early in the morning.

The next day when I was going through the recordings I was baffled. Was that a growl in response to Yelena’s ‘demon’ mocking? Did that voice sound like it was telling us to leave? There really was a black mist caught on the camera, Yelena said it was just a camera malfunction but that had to be her just trying to logically explain it right?

Either way I knew I was never going back to that cemetery ever again.

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freelancearsonist · 4 years ago

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Smutmas Day Seven

An Evgeni Kolpakov x Reader Drabble

Rated E (Explicit - 18+) for graphic sexual content and stress relief

438 words

Day Seven: “The holidays are stressful... we need some relief.”

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You sigh heavily as you flop onto the couch, face buried in a fluffy throw pillow so that the disgruntled scream you emit is muffled.

You can hear Evgeni’s soft chuckle as he sits next to your waist and presses his thumb right into the tense spot between your shoulders that he’s become so familiar with working his fingers into.

You moan as his skillful, limber fingers work into your sore muscles.

“I know it is frustrating, my love,” he hums softly. “Try not to let it bring your spirits down, hmm?”

“Too late.”

You have about twenty-six thousand relatives that you need gifts for and none of the numerous stores you and Evgeni visited had anything remotely close to what you were looking for.

“Mmm... perhaps I can change your mind?”

Before your exhausted brain can register the blatant suggestion in his voice, his lips are on your neck, precisely and accurately finding the exact spot that never fails to make you melt in his arms.

You moan softly and tilt your head, allowing him better access as his hands move up to rub at the tense cords of muscle in your neck.

“The holidays are stressful... we need some relief.” He nips lightly at your earlobe as a shiver runs down your spine. “Let me help you relax, moya dorogaya.”

“‘Geni...”

He hushes you gently, fingers digging firmer into your sore muscles and drawing another sinful moan from your lips.

“Perhaps I can use my fingers to ease you somewhere else, hmm?” Without even looking at him, you can hear the playful smirk on his face through his voice.

“Please—“

Before you can even say anything else, he gently flips you onto your back and starts working your pants down your legs.

“Baby, please,” you whine as his fingers curl into the band of your underwear. He stops, dark eyes flicking up to yours, seemingly intent on staring into your very soul. He always looks at you like that, like he knows you as he knows himself. Intimately, entirely. He’s the only person who’s ever known you and understood you completely. “Please, ‘Geni. I need you.”

He doesn’t make you wait any longer, doesn’t want to deprive you when you’re in need. He’s quick to pull your panties off and toss them aside, and his warm, precise hands immediately move to push your thighs wide apart.

“Okay?” He asks softly. He always asks, no matter how many times you’re in this same exact position.

“Okay,” you repeat. And then his warm fingers fill you, effectively erasing all the stress of the season, if only for a moment.

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avengerscompound · 5 years ago

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Like Rabbits - Chapter 15

Like Rabbits: A Black Widow/WinterHawk Fanfic

Masterlist // PREVIOUS

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Rating: E Square: @ladiesofmarvelbingo - N4, "If this is love, loving you is easy."

Word Count: 2510

Warnings: Labor, Clint uses Nitrous Oxide

Synopsis: While you and Natasha are contemplating starting a family together, Bucky and Clint are doing the exact same thing. So two couples go take the same path to parenthood together.

A/N: This is a Nat/Reader chapter.

Chapter 15

Natasha had started to worry. Things had been going really well … with everything really. The babies had been growing well and you’d had minimal issues. Just a bout of sciatica that made your whole left leg go numb for a few days and the weird vivid dreams. Your blood pressure had been good. The babies were the same size. You were a little uncomfortable but otherwise fine.

That should have meant Natasha would relax. It did the opposite. She kept waiting for the other shoe to drop and everything to fall apart. So when you started making little pained noises and rubbing the middle of your back, she was sure that something bad was about to happen. She had visions of when she’d miscarried and woken up in her own blood. You kept reassuring her that it was just Braxton Hicks contractions. But all Natasha could think was it was still too soon and something was about to go wrong. The fact that Clint and Bucky had decided to go away this very weekend seemed to solidify that fact.

By the afternoon you had started to stop much more regularly and the sounds you made really were beginning to sound like you were in a lot of pain.

“I don’t think it’s Braxton Hicks, zaika,” Natasha said, coming over and rubbing your back for you.

“It has to be, Tasha. It’s too early.” You whined.

“Dorogaya,” she cooed. “They said anytime and we need to make sure they’re okay. If you’re in pain we should get to the hospital.”

You huffed. “Maybe if I call them?”

“Alright, zaika. But if they even say you should maybe come in just in case. We’re going in.” Natasha said.

“Okay, Tasha,” you said and waddled over to get your phone. As you walked Natasha noticed you were dripping some kind of fluid on the floor.

“Zaika,” she said gently, pointing at your crotch. “You’re leaking.”

You looked down at yourself and frowned. “Did I pee myself?”

“I don’t know. Did you? Or did your waters just break?” She asked.

“No… Tasha. It’s too soon.” You said, trying to make it reality by just arguing about it. “Besides, Clint and Bucky went away.”

She came over to you and wrapped her arms around you, letting you melt into them. “Call the hospital, I’ll call the dumbass exes. We’re gonna have our babies, zaika.”

You nuzzled into her neck for a moment and pulled away. “Okay. Can you pack a bag too?” You asked.

“Of course, my love,” she said.

You went and grabbed your phone and Natasha headed upstairs, dialing Bucky on her way.

It didn’t take long before he’d answered. “Tasha? Is something wrong?” He said in his usual greeting.

“James,” Natasha answered, attempting to remain calm but not 100% sure she was managing it. “I realize you probably only just arrived. But you need to come back. She’s in labor.”

“Fuck. What the hell?” Bucky cursed down the line. It actually made Natasha relax a little and she dug out the bag that was already half packed with things for the hospital. She could hear Clint and Bucky scrambling around in through the phone as she started to pack.

“She’s been having labor pains all day but she kept telling me it was false ones. But her water just broke. So we’re going in. I will call again, but I think you should have time to get back. But… you know. Hurry.” She said.

“We’re leaving.” It was Clint this time, obviously having snatched the phone off Bucky. “Tell her to keep her legs together.”

Natasha laughed and disconnected the call. She finished packing the last few things you needed and brought the bag down. “Ready?”

You were leaned over the table panting. She moved up behind you and began to massage your back. “Why didn’t I realize?”

“You were just being optimistic. You thought they’d make it until your induction day.” She said, her hands kneading your lower back.

The contraction seemed to pass and the two of you went out to the car together. It was a long drive from the farm to the hospital, and while you only had two contractions on the way the second seemed closer and stronger to Natasha.

You checked in and changed into your button-up nightshirt in the labor room, another contraction hitting as you were putting it on. Natasha worked your back again as it hit, wishing there was something more she could do to help you.

The first of what would be many midwives came in and put a monitor on you and set you up in bed, telling you they just needed to monitor the twins for a little while, and if everything was fine, you could get up and move around. She also checked how far you were dilated and it was only four centimeters. “You’re in for a long haul.” She warned.

Three contractions hit while you were on the monitor and they definitely seemed worse for being stuck in the bed. Natasha held your hand through them and in between she put on the music you wanted to listen to and lit a scented candle to help cover up the hospital smell.

You had been let up to move around when Clint and Bucky burst into the room.

“Are you okay? Did we miss it?” Clint said as he skidded to a halt in the room.

“Still a long way off. It’s fine.” Natasha said.

“Thank god,” Bucky said. “Do you need anything, bun?”

“Ice chips. I’m so hot.” You complained. “Can you make the aircon colder?”

“You got it.” He said and went and adjusted the aircon before heading back out into the corridor. Natasha knew how he felt about hospitals and she knew he’d try and keep busy to distract himself from where he was.

Unfortunately, the nurse was not lying. Three hours into your labor you had stripped naked because no matter how ice-cold they made it in the room you were sweating. All concept of shame shoved right out of your head. You didn’t care who saw you at all. Natasha took you to the bathroom and you stood under the cool water of the shower. After an hour of doing that you couldn’t stand up anymore and Clint put on a pair of swim trunks and hopped in with you. Bucky had gotten you an exercise ball and you sat on it, leaning against Clint while Natasha rubbed your back. Every time a contraction hit, she’d up the heat of the water and hold the nozzle against your back.

An hour after that they made you go on the monitor again for two hours. In that time, you lost your ability to cope at all and they gave you the nitrous. That didn’t seem to help with the pain exactly. Each contraction you still reacted exactly as you had before. Squeezing Bucky’s metal hand as Natasha rubbed your back and you moaned and cried out in pain. But it did seem to make you cope for a little while. You started giggling in between contractions and when you were asked what was so funny you couldn’t explain it. You ended up sharing the nitrous with Clint and the two of you just completely lost it in fits of giggles. Natasha was just glad you were still in good spirits.

It didn’t last though. The nitrous started making you really confused and disorientated. Thankfully they let you off the bed again and you returned to the bathroom. This time filling the tub and climbing in. Bucky sat on the edge, letting you doze against him as Natasha held the nozzle against your back through each contraction.

You stayed in the tub for two hours. The water gradually getting topped up each time it cooled off too much. When you got out to have everything checked again you had pruned up from the water. The babies were doing fine. You were still only five centimeters dilated.

The process was repeated for another ten hours. Walking. Bath. Monitor with nitrous.

“Why is this taking so long?” You cried. When the nurses left the room.

“They said with twins natural is much harder,” Natasha soothed, as she patted our brow with a cool cloth. “Do you want to try an epidural?”

“No. No. I wanted to be present for this.” You sobbed.

“Honey. You will be. It just numbs you below the waist.” She said. “Remember? “You could try pethidine,, but that will actually make you feel high.”

Another contraction hit and you doubled over, breathing through it.

The monitors started to make loud beeping sounds and two of the midwives came rushing in.

“What’s going on?” Bucky said standing and trying to look over their shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

“The babies are in a little bit of distress.” One said as the other checked you over. “We’re going to get your doctor in here.”

The one nurse rushed off to make the call as the other stayed and started to do an ultrasound. Natasha's heart was racing. This was it. This was where it all fell apart. There would be no babies to take home. She wouldn’t be doing midnight feedings or singing them to sleep. It was being taken from her again.

“What does that mean? What’s going to need to happen?” Bucky asked, sounding just as panicked as she felt.

“We’ll wait for the doctor to get here. Okay?” She said. “Try not to panic.”

Which of course only made it worse. The doctor took half an hour to get there. By the time he arrived, you’d thrown up and Natasha felt like she was going to too.

She looked at the charts and the reading and frowned. “Okay. We’re going to need to get this show on the road. You’re going to need to have a cesarean and it’s going to need to happen now.

“No,” you said with obvious panic setting in. “Tasha. I wanted to deliver them naturally.”

“I know honey, but things change.” Natasha soothed.

“Listen to your wife,” the doctor said, as two orderlies rushed in. “We’re going to take good care of you, and when you wake up, you’ll have two healthy babies, but if we don’t do this now, I can’t promise that.”

“I won’t even be awake? Tasha?”

“It’s okay, zaika. I won’t leave your side.” Natasha said.

Bucky had started cursing under his breath and Clint took his hand and held it against his mouth. As the orderlies pushed the bed out into the hall, Natasha walked with you, holding your hand and soothing you as the boys followed on behind. They washed up and she returned to your side in a surgical gown and cap

You were put under a general anesthetic and when you counted off, everything happened so fast. Maybe it was the lack of sleep not allowing her to process things, but it felt like the had only just set up the screen when they had taken out the first of her daughters. Bucky and Clint stood with her and Bucky had gone so white she worried he was going to pass out. But when Rebecca’s cries filled the room, all the color returned again and tears filled his eyes. They were only given a moment to see her before they rushed her way to give her medical attention. She had only just been whipped away when Lyra had joined the world.

“If you want to go and spend time with your daughters, we’ll be here for another half an hour.” The doctor said.

“I’ll stay,” Natasha said.

“You sure, Nat? You don’t want to see them?” Clint asked.

“I promised I wouldn’t leave her side,” Natasha replied. “I’ll meet them when she gets to.”

Clint and Bucky nodded and each of them kissed her cheek before following the nurses out to the NICU.

Natasha stayed by your side as they stitched you back up and wheeled you out to recovery. She was there when you groggily opened your eyes and looked around confused by your surroundings. She held your hand and soothed you as you started to cry and couldn’t form the words as to why you were so upset. And when the nurse came over and checked you over and gave you some juice and a sandwich to help get your blood sugar back up she held your juice cup for you so you could just lie and sip it through a straw without spilling it everywhere.

“Are they okay, Tasha?” You asked.

“I haven’t seen them yet.” She said. “I assume so or I think Bucky and Clint would have come to let me know.”

“Why didn’t you go see them?” You asked.

“I said I wouldn’t leave your side, zaika,” Natasha said. “So I haven’t.”

“But your babies? Why would you stay with me?”

She leaned down and kissed your forehead tenderly. “Because I love you.”

“If this is love, loving you is easy.” You whispered.

She smiled and ran her fingers over your scalp. “So easy.”

You let out a breath and smiled. “Can we see them?”

“I’ll go find someone. Will you be okay?”

You nodded and she got up and went and found a nurse. That kicked things into gear again. The truth was Natasha was anxious. She wanted to meet her daughters and the no news thing wasn’t helping at all.

They had some orderlies move you down to your room and switched you on to your hospital bed. You were just settling in when Clint and Bucky came in followed by one of the nurses pushing an incubator.

“Hey there mommies,” Clint said. “You ready to see your girls?”

The nurse moved the crib close to the bed. Natasha’s heart caught. They were tiny and wrinkled and dressed in diapers that looked huge on them and pink onesies. They had what looked like a heart rate monitor attached to them, but other than that no other tubes or wires, which Natasha took as a good thing. And they looked like you. A tear escaped and for a second Natasha questioned who exactly she was because she didn’t cry. Not ever.

“Would you like to hold your babies?” The nurse asked.

“Yes, yes, please. Is that okay?” You asked.

“Of course, they’re both very healthy. You did a good job, mama. They took a little oxygen and warming up but they recovered very quickly.” The nurse said taking out the baby with the name tag reading Lyra Yelena Barnes-Romanoff. She put the tiny little bundle in your arms and you held her close and sniffed her head. “You can try feeding them if you like.”

Rebecca was taken out next and placed into Natasha’s arms. Natasha smelled her just as you had done with Lyra. She wore that distinctive newborn scene and right away Natasha knew she was in love and that would never get taken away from her. Not ever.

// NEXT

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amandaoftherosemire · 6 years ago

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Sing For Me - Chapter Thirty-eight

Fandom: Marvel Avengers AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X OFC (Sasha)

Characters: Bucky Barnes, OFC Sasha, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, OFC Zoe, OFC Kat, OFC Maddie, Princess Shuri

Author: @amandaoftherosemire

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2290

Format: Series (Complete)

Warning: Language, angst.

Summary: Sasha searches for a way out.

A/N: Not consistent with Marvel canon. This would have been up last week but another of my fics wouldn’t stop screaming in my brain to let me finish it. At least I was writing something. :D

Banner by: @hellzzzbelle

Sing For Me Masterlist

Chapter Thirty-seven here

Chapter Thirty-eight

Sasha was thoroughly lost. Which was weird and annoying since she was almost certain these woods were the same as those behind Caleb’s grandparents’ house. From time to time, however, the look of a gnarled tree or a moss-covered rock would send a chill down her spine, reminding her of the forest that surrounded Morozov’s compound.

If she managed to get out of this, she was going to have to confront the destruction of said compound, if for no other reason than to deal with the part of her that still lived in terror. Besides, she’d promised to dance the mambo on the ashes of everything Valentin had built. She needed to set a good example for Zoe about keeping one’s word, after all.

She couldn’t be sure if she had been stamping through these woods for twenty minutes or twenty days, the light remaining the same midday gloom of a thickly overcast day, but she was almost positive she was walking in circles. Since she wasn't certain this experience was completely subjective, she didn't know if it was something symbolic representing some aspect of her psyche, or if she was… still?... somewhere else…

Sasha stopped to examine the tree she was certain she’d passed three times already. It was big enough around that it would take another four of her to surround it and rose over a hundred feet in the air. She'd narrowed her eyes at it the second time she'd seen it, but she couldn't be sure it necessarily meant anything, so she'd kept moving. Now that she was sure she'd seen it more than once, it could only mean she was meant to pay attention.

“Do you think you’ll ever be free of me, dorogaya moya?" The voice was smooth with a faint Russian accent and a hint of menace. The sound sent a shiver down her spine, but she answered as she always had.

"Ugh! With this shit again!?" Sasha threw her arms up in the air as she spun to confront the blue-eyed monster in a bespoke suit that still haunted her nightmares.

Valentin Morozov stood a few feet away and smiled in the same way a shark does moments before devouring its prey. “A part of you will always belong to me, Alexandra.”

Just as Valentin spoke the hated name, Sasha thought she heard the flutes and strings that came with the pretty, playful azure breeze. She flicked the back of her hand at him as she looked around and strained to catch which direction it was coming from. “Can you shut up? I’m trying to hear.”

Valentin continued with his now familiar refrain. Sasha had heard these words in her nightmares more times than in reality at this point. “I’ll always be here, Alexandra. I’m part of you now.”

“You’re just the worst, Val. You know that, right?” She was barely paying attention to her own personal boogeyman as she could swear she heard her name amongst the happy woodwinds and melancholy strings and hoped it wasn’t wishful thinking. “You’re like Hannibal Lecter without the charm or intelligence or social polish.”

“All that fire, solnyshko,” Val moved in, his hand reaching out to touch her, something she’d swore to never again allow, even in dreams, “and you waste it on— “

“Shut. Your. Fucking. Mouth.” Sasha didn’t even look at the man who’d tortured and scarred her inside and out as she placed the tip of the sword she still held at his throat. Her face colder than his reptilian eyes, she scanned her surroundings for the little breeze she could hear but not see.

“Al—” Val opened his mouth to speak, but only the first syllable escaped before Sasha was spinning the sword and plunging it into his chest. His face mirrored the same astonishment he had worn at his actual death as he stared down at the blade and the blood that soaked his pristine white shirt around it.

Sasha sounded almost bored as she spoke. “I’ll kill you as many times as I need to, in whatever ways I have to. You cannot win because you’re nothing but a bad memory. And my name is Sasha.”

With a disdainful yank, she pulled the sword from Valentin’s chest to let him fall to the ground. "Asshole." At least she now knew she was trapped inside her own mind. Val was her monster; he only haunted her dreams now. If he was here, she had to be unconscious.

Once Valentin was no longer distracting her, Sasha realized the giant tree she stood staring up at glowed a gentle golden hue and resonated with the song that rode the wind through its branches. Circling the enormous cedar, she was able to pinpoint the direction the song was coming from. Hefting the sword back over her shoulder in case Val made another appearance, she took off at a trot to wherever Zoe was leading.

Over what felt like the next hour, she followed the song at a jog, trying and failing to determine whether it was getting louder, until she came upon another of those glowing golden cedars. She was certain it wasn’t the same tree; this one was shorter but bigger around. As she came near, she became certain the song was louder.

Reaching out, Sasha placed her hand against the surprisingly cool, rough bark. As soon as her palm made contact, a rush of rose-gold power blew through her like light and for the first time in months, she could feel the people around her.

Zoe was closest, her fear and desperation accompanied by the whisper of her thoughts, calling across the void, exhorting Sasha to stop being such a drama queen and get up already.

Next was a song both familiar and not, a tangled mass of fear and defiance. Over and through that tangle, however, sang a melody of joyous, unconditional devotion. Sasha had her suspicions about the source of that song, as well as a deep curiosity as to the inspiration of such adoration.

Under it all was the song Sasha was searching for and once she found it, the pull towards it was too great to resist. Not that she tried. With a happy whoop, she took off into the forest at a run, following both the pull and Zoe’s song.

As she ran, ducking under branches and leaping over fallen logs, Zoe’s voice got louder and louder as long as she continued to follow the magnetic pull towards what felt like her own polar star. She could no longer understand the words now that she was on the move, but the impatience came through loud and clear.

Sasha was chuckling to herself at the sensation when she burst through the line of trees to find herself in a clearing dominated by the biggest tree she’d ever seen. Rising hundreds upon hundreds of feet into the sky and at least a hundred feet in diameter, Sasha was sure such a thing couldn’t exist in reality.

Aside from its size, it also shone golden, a stream of rose-gold light spearing into the blue-silver clouds that swirled and churned around it. Tilting her head as far back as she could, she saw a twinkling of rich cerulean far, far up, somehow shimmering with impatience.

“Well, shit.” Sasha stood several yards back looking up, trying to see the top of the tree she was now sure she’d have to climb. Her heart failing her a little— she was so, so tired— she strode forward to place her hand on the reddish-brown bark.

This time she didn’t even have to make contact before the rush of light was moving through her. The little blue twinkle came clearer as she was engulfed by the pleasantly warm golden glow streaming from every crack in the bark.

Sasha chuckled as she determined that it was indeed her little sister pumping all that impatience into the air but sobered quickly when she felt Zoe’s sick dread and wracking guilt. Instinctively, and as though she’d never lost it, she reached out with her power, sending reassurance, wry affection, and absolute confidence out through her palm and into the tree.

She was certain she knew what to do now, though she couldn’t explain how. It was simply a matter of doing it. Getting shit done had never been a problem for Sasha.

Less than a second later, she felt Zoe respond to her push of emotion with elation and excitement. She could nearly see the pretty blue-green twinkle flitting around the top of the tree, the feeling came through so clearly.

Exhausted all the way to her bones, Sasha half-chuckled, half-sighed as she rested her forehead on the trunk next to where her hand still lay. It was then she noted that the tree felt nothing like the bark and wood it appeared to be; it was paradoxically hard as stone yet as malleable as clay.

Simply sighing this time, feeling a little defeated before she began but unwilling to wait, she pressed her fingers into the bark, the wood collapsing inward under the pressure to make a perfect handhold. “Not really a climbing tree, but okay.” Lifting her other hand over her head and pushing her toes in, she began the ascent.

At first, she stopped as often as there was a branch capable of supporting her weight, resting with her back to the trunk and trying not to fall. She didn’t know that it would matter, or if it would kill her, so she opted not to find out.

Before long, however, she was climbing faster and resting less often; a slow but steady surge of energy bearing an odd, unfamiliar familiarity poured into Sasha from the tree and its revitalizing gold light. The higher she climbed, the more tumultuous the winds that buffeted both the tree and Sasha.

Sasha was not complaining, however. She’d always been a fan of storms, of wild winds and purifying cloudbursts, and this was a storm meant for her. She could feel it as the gale lifted the tangled hair at the nape of her neck and whispered across her skin.

Hours, possibly days later, her foot planted firmly on the last branch that could hold her, she pulled herself finally to the top of a tree tall enough that its existence as an obstacle had come to feel like she was being insulted. She couldn't figure out what the hell her brain was up to.

She wrapped her arm around the tree trunk and leaned out as far as she could, shaking her hair back to toss and tumble in the wind. Like cool fingers combing through the tangled locks, it both soothed and excited.

The little azure twinkle had been chuckling and swirling, obviously trying both encouragement and taunts to motivate Sasha on. Filled nearly to bursting with that warm golden light, she’d hardly needed to breathe through the last stretch, so the encouragement endeared while the taunts amused.

Once she’d reached the top, however, the pretty aquamarine light had moved out into the whirling, arctic gale and shimmied up and down as though to lure Sasha closer. She watched the little star in consternation, utterly baffled as to why her sister seemed to want her to jump.

The twinkle suddenly dipped, drawing Sasha’s eyes downward and making her stomach pitch at the sight of the ground far below. Despite the overwhelming urge to close her eyes in response to her spinning head, she kept them open and trained on her guide. Because of that absolute trust, she noticed the swirl of blue and silver mist that streamed upward in an unbroken spiral. The current was within leaping distance, but only if she didn’t hesitate or hold back.

Sasha didn’t give herself time to think or second guess. Running down the length of the branch with the same poise she’d once used on the dance floor, she leapt into the air. She pushed off with as much power as she possessed, her body an arrow aiming for the eddy of air she believed absolutely would carry her home.

For a moment, as she reached the apex of her arc and began the plummet to the earth below, her stomach dipped and her heart failed.

In the next, a cool and oddly firm gust of wind caught her and threw her higher than she’d ever been before.

Never should have doubted you. The first thing to run through Sasha’s head as she regained consciousness was directly related to the first thing she noticed, the cool metal against the fire in the back of her neck.

“—op acting like you’re the only one who’s thinking about what’s best for Zoe, Steve.”

Sasha didn’t open her eyes right away, the simple sensation of being genuinely conscious overwhelming enough. The weight of her own body was almost more than she could bear now that she could actually feel it. Though everything she’d experienced had felt utterly real in the moment, now that she was awake, much of it seemed to fade away.

“I cannot believe you’re thinking about letting her try this!”

Sasha didn’t need to hear any more to know she didn't want to. “If you guys are going to fight—” The rasp of her voice, rusty with disuse, had every eye snapping in her direction. She kept her eyes closed, not ready to endure the light yet, but she smirked. “—can you at least take your shirts off?” She gingerly pried her eyes apart to grin tiredly, but with a slow, cheeky wink, at a gaping Bucky, who stared thunderstruck, silent in disbelief. “No reason the rest of us shouldn’t get a show.”

Chapter Thirty-nine here

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Dorogaya: Prologue

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Agent! Reader.

Content Warnings: language, 18 + implied smut, angst, fluff, kidnapping, violence.

Summary: It has been a few years since Bucky and Reader went into hiding. Just when they thought they were slowly building a life together, the past comes back with a vengeance.

Authors Note: This is the sequel to Soldat! You should read that series first. This takes place during Civil War. Tags are open if anyone is interested!

Tags: @globetrotter28 @sakuracyberhex @chinggay85-blog @bookofriverr @misatxox @that-blonde-girl @cats-chaotic-mind @wintrsoldrluvr @sebastians-love @pumpkin-babydoll @ordelixx

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Letting out deep breaths, I continued up the stairs to the sixth floor of the apartment complex I had called home. It was after midnight but that didn’t stop the neighbors from blaring their music or have yet another argument. My nose scrunched up in disgust as the familiar smell of garbage and body odor filled the air and after finally making it to my floor, I knew I had one more obstacle to cross before making it inside safely.

The next door neighbor that every single night for the past week had tried asking me out. My Romanian was a bit rusty but I knew when a guy was hitting on me.

“Hey beautiful.”

Groaning at the gruff voice, I turned on my heels and gave him a curt nod. “Hi.”

I went to unlock the door but could feel his presence creep closer towards me. My fingers slipped into my pocket and slowly pulled out my knife.

“Fundul tău arată bine în blugi acei.” He placed his arm against the doorframe to my apartment, trapping me between him.

I scoffed. “I may not know much Romanian but I don’t need to be fluent to know that when someone is talking about how good my ass looks in my jeans.”

His mouth opened to speak but the door opened behind me. I didn’t have to look who opened the door, I could tell from the heat radiating off the body. And the feelings that weren’t my own of jealousy and rage filled my veins.

“Totul in regula?” Everything alright?

I looked over towards Bucky and nodded. “I’m fine, Bucky.”

The creep took in one quick glance of Bucky before retreating back into his apartment, clearly not knowing I was living with a man twice his size.

Bucky remained blocking the doorway and when I looked into his eyes, I found myself sucking in a breath. In the week we’d been in hiding, he had let his beard grow a bit more and it was now that I realized how blue his eyes were; a deep ocean. Licking my lips, I stood taller after realizing how close we were standing and nodded behind him.

“Are you going to let me in?” I joked.

After giving me a small smile, he stepped to the side allowing me to walk past him inside. He did a quick glance around the landing and staircase before shutting the door behind us. The sound of locks clicking together sounded behind me as I looked around our new home.

It wasn’t the best apartment by any means. I did have money saved up, enough to get us by for a while, but I had to do what I could to save it. Bucky had no money so it was up to me to provide for us. I didn’t mind at all but we had to make some sacrifices and a nice apartment was at the top of the list.

Newspapers lined all of the windows, not allowing anyone from the outside to look in, even though we were on the sixth floor. There was the bathroom to my left and the only thing good about it was the bright blue towel we had hanging on the almost broken towel bar. The paint was peeling all over the apartment but it didn’t bother us. We only had one bed, well more so a mattress, and it laid on the floor of the apartment. We each had one pillow and there was only one blanket. We were also able to find a couch for pretty cheap at the local market in town and that’s where Bucky slept every night.

He still didn't feel comfortable with sharing the bed with me and not wanting to push him, I agreed that he could have the couch. I did have to admit, it was adorable seeing how small he made the couch look while laying on it.

The kitchen would become cramped when both Bucky and I tried cooking something at the same time; which wasn’t often since we had opted for getting food delivered.

For the first few days of living here we tried our best to stay inside, opting to go out into public if we absolutely needed to. And when we did, we wore anything to help conceal our identity. I went out more than Bucky would, him being afraid someone from his past would recognize him.

It was then that I noticed he had made a make-shift shelf with a few two by fours and cement blocks.

“You love to read so I thought I could make you something that you could put your books on,” he said when he noticed me staring at it. “It may be a bit shaky.”

Immediately I waved him off. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

We both stood in our respective places, staring at each other, and the feeling of desire warmed my insides. Bucky must have noticed because he shook his head, letting out a quiet scoff.

“Stop that.” Was all he said.

“It’s not my fault!” I defended myself. “I can’t help it that I can not only feel your pain but your feelings too!”

“I’ve been thinking,” He started, immediately changing the subject.

“What about?” I questioned while putting away the groceries.

Bucky’s hands grazed over mine as he took the box of spaghetti from me and placed it in the top cabinet; the one I couldn’t reach. His back was to me so I could see the way his shoulders tensed and I felt fear cloud my mind.

“Bucky,” I spoke softly while placing a hand over his flesh arm. “What’s wrong?”

He remained silent but gave a quick look over his shoulder to the door, eyes trained hard against it. His eyebrows scrunched together and he tilted his head to the side, almost mimicking an animal that heard something off in the distance.

Oh.

“Do you hear something?” I asked.

Every footstep or every voice put Bucky on high alert, especially with the super soldier hearing. He found himself staying up way after I had gone to bed, sitting on the couch with his eyes and ears on the door. He wouldn’t admit it to me but I knew he was terrified of Hydra finding him again, turning him back into Soldat.

“It’s nothing,” he reassured me before busying himself with unloading the rest of the stuff I had picked up from the store. “I still don’t understand why you have to go late at night.”

I shrugged. “Less people and less chance of someone recognizing me.”

“More creeps,” Bucky reminded me.

“I am more than capable of taking care of myself,” I stated back with a smile. “You’re not the only one that’s good with a knife.”

And if that wasn’t enough to reassure him that I could handle my own, I snapped my fingers together causing a small flame to spark between them. Bucky held his hands up, knowing when he lost the argument and we continued to put everything away in silence.

“Bucky, I’m home!” I called, entering the small apartment.

Soft music came flooding into the room from the outside and I followed it to the balcony. A smile spread to my lips as I took in the sight in front of me. Bucky was sitting in one of the fold up chairs with the leather bound journal in his lap. It could see that there were sentences upon sentences written. The soft tune of a song from the 1940’s played on his phone but what warmed my heart the most was seeing Bucky finally using the journal I had bought him.

I bought it shortly after we settled because I thought it would be a good idea for him to write down anything he would remember; a memory or even him remembering that he loved plums. This was the first time in six months that I had seen him open it.

“Keep staring at me and your eyes are going to be stuck.” Bucky joked while closing the journal.

Oh, I don’t think I would mind one bit.

“I really hate your super hearing. I bet you could hear me the second I stepped foot into the building,” I smiled while sitting on the chair opposite of him.

“How was work?” He questioned.

He went to turn off the music but I stopped him, saying that I didn’t mind it.

“It was okay. The really bad bar creeps seem to come out in the day rather than night,” I shrugged.

I had been bartending at the pub across the street for a few months now and while it was true that the daylight seemed to bring out the worst of the creeps of Bucharest, the money was really good so I tried not to complain too much.

Bucky’s heart rate sped so I placed a hand on his knee, letting him know that I was fine. “No one bothers me, Bucky.”

I kept my hand on his knee when I realized that it wasn’t making him uncomfortable. Even though we had been with each other every day for the last six months, we still had yet to make a move on taking whatever relationship we had to the next level. I promised him one night that I wouldn’t push him, let him find himself first, then we can talk about our relationship. We were friends living together.

“I’ll let you get back to writing,” I motioned towards his journal while standing up.

“You’re not going to ask what I’m writing?” He wondered, confusion on his face.

I mirrored my own confusion to him. “Why would I? Those are your private thoughts, Bucky. I won’t read them unless you want me to.”

Turning my back to him to enter back into the apartment, I felt cold fingers lace with my own and tugging me back towards him. “Hm?”

He remained silent, only bringing my hand to his lips and I felt warmth spread through me when he laid a soft kiss on my knuckles.

“Thank you, Y/N” he breathed against my knuckles.

“Anything for you, Bucky.”

I tossed and turned on the mattress, a quiet groan slipped through my lips. My fingertips padded on the mattress next to me for my phone and when I saw what time it was, another groan slipped out. It was after two a.m and I had been trying to fall asleep for the last 3 hours. Bucky and I had spent the last few days finally getting our apartment settled after I had worked three doubles in a row. Needless to say I was exhausted.

Forcing my eyes shut, I placed a pillow over my face, hoping that would help. However, I sat up with a start as I heard whimpering coming from the body next to me. Bucky was fast asleep on the couch; or so I thought.

His large body twitched and in the dim light, I could see the lines of his mouth pulled together in a hard line. The feeling I had surging through me told me one thing; he was having a nightmare.

In the year of living with him and sleeping next to him, I had yet to notice him have a nightmare. I knelt on the mattress and gently placed my hand on his metal arm while giving him a quick shake.

“Buck? Are you alright?” I whispered.

Bucky’s eyes snapped open and the fingers of his metal arm wrapped around my throat cutting off my airway with a gasp. My body fell onto the mattress while Bucky straddled my hips. His eyes were gone, almost black, as he stared into me. I could feel his heartbeat quicken as the grip on my throat tightened.

“Bucky,” I tried to cough out.

My hands scratched and smacked his arm but failed. I didn’t want to have to use my powers to stop him, refusing to use it against him, but I knew if I didn’t, he would kill me. The air within slowly started to leave my body and I felt the darkness looming so with a quick snap of my fingers I felt the warmth spread through my hand.

Wrapping my hand around Bucky’s flesh bicep, his metal one released my throat as a loud hiss escaped his throat. The air returned and I coughed loudly a few times, trying to swallow as much air as I could. Curling my hand into a fist, the fire evaporated and I felt Bucky’s body still on mine.

“Y/N?” He asked, voice trembling. “What did I do?”

He could tell in the dim light that marks were starting to form around my throat, guilt pulling at his heart.

“I’m okay,” I reassured him. “You were having a nightmare and I made the mistake of trying to wake you.”

“No,” Bucky shook his head while climbing off of me. “I could have killed you.”

“But you didn’t.”

I knelt in front of him and reached for his hand however he snatched them away from me. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I should go-.”

“Bucky, stop! I’m okay!” I gripped his hand to keep him in place. “Call us even, okay?”

I motioned to the red mark on his bicep when he looked at me confused. “I’m sorry for waking you. They’ve never been this real before.”

“You’ve had nightmares before?” I questioned.

We slept next to each other for the past year and I hadn’t even noticed that he was struggling with this.

“The screams. It’s the screaming of them that haunts me.” He stuttered.

I felt the sadness drowning me so I placed my hands on the sides of Bucky’s face and made him look at me. “It wasn’t you. What you did, that wasn’t you.”

“But I did it.” His shoulders raised and slumped down with regret.

Ignoring the voice of doubt that resided in the back of my mind, I knelt up closer to Bucky and laid a gentle kiss on his forehead. His hands immediately grasped my hips and squeezed.

“C’mon, lets get some sleep.” I motioned for him to lay on the mattress next to me.

Bucky refused, afraid that if another nightmare took over what he would do. But I wouldn’t take no for an answer and pulled him down next to me.

“Is this alright?” I asked as I laid my head on his chest.

His heart pounded against the cage of his chest and I placed my hand on top of it, almost trying to calm him. Bucky’s breathing slowed and his metal arm wrapped around my back pulling me closer to him, letting me know that he was in fact fine with it.

That night was the last time we slept separate and the last time Bucky would have a nightmare for a long time.

“My God,” I gasped while my eyes scanned the article I was reading on my laptop.

Avengers cause destruction in Sokovia.

The article was a handful of months old, me just now getting my hands on a laptop. Bucky and I had spent the entire time here in Romania trying to stay away from the media, not wanting to know what was going on in the world and not wanting to be in the spotlight

Scrolling farther into the article, I read that Tony Stark and Bruce Banner had created Ultron who now was on a mission to destroy everyone on earth; only wanting metal to live here. The Avengers, along with these enhanced twins, were trying to stop him.

I couldn’t help but feel sadness and jealousy when I continued to read how the Avengers fought together against this Ultron. I could have been fighting alongside them, saving the world. But I knew that my place was here with Bucky.

The mouse ghosted over a video on the article and after looking around the apartment to make sure Bucky wasn’t around, I clicked it open while holding my breath.

Everyone from my former team was fighting these robot soldiers for the first half of the clip but when it cut to a different video, I sucked in my breath. Steve’s face popped up as was shown saving so many people, leading them to an old SHIELD helicarrier.. My heart ached wanting to be with him, fighting with him, and wanting to feel his body against my own once more.

For the first few months, Steve’s face would cloud my dreams and I found myself missing him terribly every night. I told him to not look for us but a part of me knew that he wouldn’t abide by my wishes. I knew him and Sam were doing everything they could to find us.

But now, over two years later, I found myself regretting my decision to leave; only slightly.

“What are you watching?”

Jumping at the voice, I went to close my laptop but a metal hand stopped me. Bucky’s eyes scanned over the article before he watched the video I had just finished watching. His face was unreadable but what scared me the most was that I could feel what he was feeling.

Maybe I was having an off day.

“Stark? Why do I know that name?” He wondered, mostly to himself.

“He’s one of the richest men in New York. He also helped find The Avengers.” I said while placing my laptop on the kitchen table.

“The Avengers?” Bucky asked.

“I know, it’s not that great of a name. But what we did made up for it.” I defended myself.

Bucky placed his journal on the counter and shook off his jacket, placing it on the chair in front of him. He then sat on the couch next to me.

“We?”

Biting my lip, I gave him a small nod. In the last two years, we were so focused on getting him better and figuring out his past, that I hadn’t given him any details about mine. Since the night of his nightmare, we became incredibly close. We still haven't made ourselves official but we shared the bed each night, tangled in each other's arms, and soft kisses on forehead and hands were as far as it got.

I never complained once.

“Um, I used to be a part of the team. That’s how I met Steve actually. We first came together to help defeat the Chitauri; some alien species.” I started.

“I remember reading about that a few months ago,” Bucky admitted.

A few months ago he spent an entire weekend reading old news stories that he had missed out on.

“Ever since that day, I had decided to stay on Steve’s team. Now, it seems like they’re still working together.” I said with a hint of jealousy.

“Doing what?” Bucky asked, passing me a plum.

Taking it with gratitude, I tried the best way to bring it up without triggering him. “Uh, I guess the last few months they’ve been taking down Hydra bases to find this special scepter and they nearly leveled Sokovia trying to stop this Ultron robot.

Bucky was silent, body rigid when I had mentioned Hydra. “I thought Hydra fell?”

“Apparently not,” I sighed.

We sat in a tense silence and noticed that his shoulders were straight with rage with the thought of Hydra still being a functioning terrorist group.

“Hey,” I spoke softly. “They won’t find you. It’s been almost two and a half years. We’re going to be fine.”

Bucky hesitated for a moment before nodding. “I, uh, added more to my journal.”

“You did?” I smiled.

“Those stories about the war in the 40’s helped me remember some stuff, not a lot though.”

The disappointment in his voice broke my heart so I placed my head on his flesh shoulder, not daring to place it on the other. Every night when we would lay in bed together, I had refused to touch the scars on that shoulder. Bucky was still reserved and uncomfortable with it.

“So,” I started, immediately wanting to change the subject. “Anything you want to do tomorrow?”

Bucky nodded and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. “Can we go to the fruit market? We’re out of plums.”

“You and your plums,” I giggled while wrapping my arm around his midsection. “But anything for you, Buck.”

“Thank you, dorogaya.” He breathed against my forehead.

We both enjoyed this new normal for us, settling into this routine fairly early on while we were in hiding. But nothing would prepare us for what was about to happen tomorrow and how it would affect the rest of our lives.

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crowsofdarkness · 2 months ago

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Dorogaya: Chapter Two

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Agent! Reader.

Content Warnings: language, 18 + implied smut, angst, fluff, kidnapping, violence.

Summary: It has been a few years since Bucky and Reader went into hiding. Just when they thought they were slowly building a life together, the past comes back with a vengeance.

Authors Note: This is the sequel to Soldat! You should read that series first. This takes place during Civil War. Tags are open if anyone is interested!

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Whoever created the saying ‘you can cut the tension with a knife’ had never been more wrong. Someone would need a power saw to cut the tension between Bucky and I. After the little disagreement we had, we both went to sleep with our backs turned towards each other. It was well into the morning and not one word had been spoken between us.

Bucky was in the bathroom, getting ready for our market trip, while I was standing at the counter with my back turned towards the bathroom and making a list of everything we needed. Despite the bad end to my night, I had managed to make decent money at work so we were able to buy more than usual.

Sensing Bucky’s warmth behind me, I continued to ignore him as I double counted the money. It became incredibly hard to ignore him when his scent filled my nose, sending chills throughout my body. We stood shoulder to shoulder as he looked over some of his knives before pocketing them.

“You haven’t brought your knives with you in almost a year,” I spoke softly.

He shrugged and I felt him slip one into my back pocket. His hand lingered for a quick second before pulling away.

“I have a weird feeling.” He admitted.

Bucky went to walk away but I placed a hand on his broad chest to stop him. His eyes looked into my own and I could sense the disappointment lingering off of him.

“I’m sorry about last night. I shouldn’t have said what I did. I’ve been so upset with what Hydra did to me that I forgot for a second of what you went through. It was wrong of me to be so ‘woe is me’ when you’re going through the same thing; only worse.”

He sighed and placed his flesh hand over mine that was still placed on his chest. He gave it a quick squeeze. “It’s okay. I shouldn’t have shut you out the way I did. The past few days I haven’t been able to shake this feeling that something is going to happen.”

I looked at him confused. “Like what?”

“I don’t know,” he shook his head. “We should get going.”

Bucky dropped my hand to place his hat over his head and he went to hand me mine but I declined.

“I think my new hair color is going to be enough of a disguise,” I joked while throwing it up into a messy bun.

“I still can’t believe it changed that quick,” Bucky said.

A large groan left my lips. “I know. I thought about dying it to my original color but who knows that it won’t change back.”

Bucky shrugged. “I kind of like it.”

“Oh you do, huh?”

I could stop the small giggle I let out as the air around us shifted. The anger between us dissipated and was replaced with sexual tension. Bucky closed the distance between us in one large step and his metal fingers tangled in my hair, releasing it around my face.

“I also like it when it’s down,” Bucky mused, his voice getting deeper. “Easier to grab.”

His fingers gently grabbed the back of my skull and pulled my lips closer to his.

Clearing my throat, I tried to think of something to say back. But with the intense sexual feeling that was warming my insides, my brain went to mush. Lust clouded around us, creating a small bubble with only the two of us. We were blocked out from the rest of the world. I stumbled over my words and could feel Bucky’s warm breath fanning over my lips.

“Y/N,” he breathed.

“Yes?”

Bucky opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to find the right words to say. But he wasn’t able to speak because my phone ringing from the counter brought us back to reality. I felt him start to pull away so I gently grabbed his hips.

“I have voicemail,” I reminded him.

He shook his head, embarrassment causing his cheeks to turn red. “It’s okay. We should really get going.”

And suddenly the bubble around us popped.

Letting out a sigh, I reached for my phone. Bucky slipped on his glove over his metal hand so he hadn’t noticed the look of shock on my face when I read the new text message.

Make sure to bring an umbrella today. I’m seeing a chance of rain.

The number may have been unknown but I didn’t matter. I knew who it came from.

“Who was it?” Bucky questioned from behind.

“No one,” I shook my head while pocketing my phone. “Ready?”

Bucky knew I was hiding something but thankfully he decided not to press the issue. We both walked out of the apartment and I suddenly had the same feeling that something was about to happen today.

Something we weren’t prepared for.

Giving the old lady a quick smile of thanks, I placed the bag of apples in the one I had brought from home and looked around for Bucky. He mentioned that he needed to run a personal errand once but that was a while ago. I started to worry that something might have happened to him, especially after receiving the text message earlier.

“Looking for someone?”

Jumping at the deep voice, I looked over my shoulder and smiled at Bucky. “Find what you need?”

He nodded before slowly pulling out a small box from his pocket and handed it towards me. I took it without saying a word and when I opened it, a small gasp left my lips. Inside was a small necklace. A black gem shaped as a circle was in the middle and gold surrounded it.

“What is this?” I asked.

“Happy Birthday.”

My eyes snapped away from the necklace and over to Bucky. His hands were deep in his pockets, something I noticed he did when he was nervous.

“You remembered?”

It was right when we first arrived in Bucharest, one of the earlier nights, we stayed up as he listened to me go on about my life before SHIELD; my childhood, my family, and the time I spent in the FBI and SWAT.

Bucky nodded. “I know it’s not much but it’s all I could afford.”

Immediately shutting him up, I placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. “It’s absolutely perfect, Bucky. Thank you.”

Tears brimmed in my eyes as I turned my back to him, allowing him to place the necklace on my neck. Bucky’s breath fanned over the back of my neck and chills took over my body. His hands rested on my hips from behind and his soft lips left a kiss on the side of my neck.

“I’m sorry if it seems like I’m taking things slow between us. I’m trying to remember how to do all of this.” Bucky admitted with a hushed tone.

“It’s alright. I don’t want you to do anything that you’re not comfortable with.” I leaned my head against his shoulder.

My fingertips played with the necklace and my heart warmed with the thought that Bucky had wanted to get me a present.

Bucky brushed his lips against the side of my head and motioned towards the plum stand that was a few feet in front of us.

“Alright, let’s get some plums then head back home.”

His metal arm wrapped around my shoulder as he led me towards the stand. I remained quiet as I watched Bucky converse with the lady in Romanian, asking if the plums were good today. After he bought five, he looked down at me with a small smile.

“What?” He asked.

“I like it when you speak Romanian,” I admitted while biting my lip.

Suddenly the air around us shifted and Bucky noticed it as well. He pulled me closer to him and looked around the market. His body went rigid with tension and I quickly took the bag of plums from the lady then we both rushed our way home.

We came to a stop as we were getting ready to cross the road, however, Bucky’s eyes landed on a man that was working at a newsstand. The man watched our every movement with fear in his eyes.

“We’ve been made,” Bucky muttered.

My eyes doubled. “What? Are you sure?”

He discreetly nodded towards the man, who now left his stand, and we both crossed out way over to it. Bucky looked around while my eyes went straight to the newspaper from today and what I read on the front page dropped my heart straight to my stomach. Even though I couldn’t read Romanian, the only words I needed to know were Winter Soldier.

“Bucky,” I stammered while showing him the front page. “What does this say?”

“I’m wanted for bombing the U.N in Vienna.”

His heart hammered in his chest and his breath quickened. After he threw the paper back on the stand, he brought me into his chest and started walking back towards our apartment. It was only a few minutes from the market so thankfully we could get out of hiding fast.

“What are we going to do?” I trembled.

“It’s okay,” Bucky reassured me. “Let’s just get home. We’ll figure it out.”

Once we were safely inside the complex, Bucky and I both rushed up the stairs but he came to a quick halt right outside the door. His shoulders went straight and he brought out a knife from his pocket.

“What is it?”

“Someone’s inside,” he muttered nodding towards the door.

“Seriously? Who found out where we live?” I thought mostly towards myself.

Bucky went to go inside but I stepped in front of him to stop him. “Let me go first. Police are looking for you, not me. If they’re inside, I can distract them long enough for you to make a run for it.”

He shook his head. “I’m not leaving you, Y/N.”

“I’ll be okay. We’ll meet at that place in the mountains.”

We had a small house up in the mountains that we were using as a safe house in case something like this were to happen. Giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, I entered the apartment with the knife clutched hard in my hand. I sensed a body as soon as my feet crossed the threshold and once I saw who exactly was in the apartment, the knife clattered to the ground causing him to turn on his heels, shield drawn high ready to fight.

All of the past feelings slammed into me like a brick wall and even under the mask, I could tell that his face was showing the effects of how tired he was, his eyes shined a little less than they used too.

We stared at each other for a few long moments before he placed the shield on the counter. “Happy Birthday, Y/N.”

Swallowing the very large lump in my throat, my voice had come out way more shaky than I had intended.

“Steve.”

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Vaz Prizrak: Epilouge

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Agent! Reader.

Content Warnings: language, 18 + implied smut, angst, fluff, violence, mentions of losing a pregnancy, thoughts of taking one's life, an attempt to take one's life. I will give another warning when that chapter is posted.

Summary: Bucky and Reader have been in their own solace while in Wakanda for years. They were finally happy to create the life they wanted and deserved. That was until a new foe came along to dust it all away.

Authors Note: The end for the trilogy is finally here! I also wrote a one shot that takes place between Dorogaya and Vaz Prizrak. I'll link it at the bottom. I know Bucky's story continues on in The Falcon and Winter Solider but I have no plans on continuing this story for that storyline. It ends here for these two 🖤

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The sound of laughter and hushed voices woke me, eyes opening slowly to allow the morning sun to adjust to my gaze. The windows were open wide, birds chirping and the loons on the lake were my usual wake up call. Not the loud noise of pans and plates clattering to the ground, breaking.

I rolled out of bed, throwing Bucky’s shirt from last night over my body and quickly stepped into a pair of shorts. The coldness of the floors tickled my bare feet as I tiptoed my way down the long hallway towards the voices, who tried their best to keep quiet but failed.

While I leaned against the wall that faced the kitchen, the three bodies had their backs turned to me but I couldn’t keep a straight face when I saw the mess of eggs and flour all over the kitchen counter and floors. A grin spread widely to my lips as I thought about how we had gotten here, a very long and hard road.

“Bucky, please drop it,” I sighed as we walked into our bedroom.

“I don’t understand why you get so weird and defensive when I bring up kids. It’s been two years, doll.” Bucky said with slight annoyance.

“I’m not ready yet.” I lied while I changed into a pair of pajamas.

We had returned from Steve’s place after our weekly dinner night with him and Sam. Every time, Bucky would bring up kids but I would always find a way to deter the conversation. I continued to lie to him, saying that I’m not ready for kids, but in truth I was afraid of telling him about the one we lost during the snap. I had kept that secret from him for so long, what would stop him from leaving me because of it?

“You’ve said that for the last two years. How much longer am I going to have to wait?” Bucky asked exasperated, pinching his eyes closed.

“Can we please talk about something else,” I begged while climbing into bed.

Bucky remained standing at the end of the bed, hands stuffed deep into his jean pockets. “Do you not want to have kids with me?”

My heart shattered, falling into the pit of my stomach at the brokenness of his voice, hearing the waverness of it. His chest rose and fell heavily, awaiting my answer.

I knew that I couldn’t keep the secret buried away any longer; he deserved to know the truth.

Sitting up on my knees, I reached for his vibranium hand, pulling him down to our bed. He sat next to me and linked our fingers together.

“I want to have kids with you, Bucky. I want to have little feet running up and down these halls. But there’s something I have to tell you.”

Feeling waves of dread radiating off of him, I squeezed his hand.

“Back in Wakanda after Thanos snapped half of the population away, I not only lost you but our baby was snapped away,” I finally admitted after all these years.

Bucky’s eyes widen slightly at the news, heavy, deep, breaths escaping through his nose.

“You were pregnant?” He asked after a moment of silence.

I nodded.

“Two years later after getting you back, I still don’t understand why our baby hasn't come back. So I’m afraid of trying again. What if I can’t get pregnant because of what happened?”

Bucky gently lifted me into his lap, hands sprawled over my hips. He gave them a reassuring squeeze, something he did quite often to let me know that he wasn’t upset with me.

“Why didn’t you tell me years ago?” Bucky questioned.

“You were finally back and in such a good place, mentally. I couldn’t ruin that,” I admitted.

He brushed his nose against mine, a comforting action from him that I adored.

“Please don’t worry about ruining anything.”

I nodded, finally feeling a weight being lifted from my shoulders. That admission had been weighing me down for so long and I knew that it was getting in between us from moving onto the next stage of our relationship.

“Are you mad?” I questioned while locking my arms around his neck.

My fingers played with the ends of his short hair.

“Of course not, doll.”

Sighing in relief, I laid a soft kiss over his plump lips. “I love you, Bucky.”

Another shared kiss between us.

“I love you too, dorogaya.”

Two months later, I screeched in joy at the two pink lines on the stick I had clutched tightly in my hand. Bucky was ecstatic at the news that he danced with me throughout our entire home, Ivan following behind with a happy expression.

I coughed, finally gaining the attention of the three bodies in the kitchen. They all turned on their heels with a guilty expression on their faces.

Wth my arms crossed over my chest, I nodded towards the mess.

“Who’s to blame for the mess?” I mocked angrily.

The two looked at each other before pointing up towards Bucky’s.

“It was his idea!” They shouted at the same time.

Bucky’s lips parted, a shocked expression on his face. “You guys threw me under the bus that fast?”

“It’s mom! If we lied, she probably would have set the room on fire!”

I scoffed. “I did that one time! You girls won’t let me live that down?”

The young brunette shook her head. “Mom, you burned down our playroom because dad ate the last brownie.”

Bucky bit back a laugh, remembering the memory that happened only a few months ago.

“You know, for only five years old, you girls are savages,” I giggled while ruffling their hair. “So whose bright idea was to bake a cake at eight in the morning?”

The young blonde raised her hand high. “It was mine! Dad said it would make you less mad with us.”

I raised my brow at the curly haired girl. “Less mad for what?”

The two girls looked at Bucky, slight fear on their tiny faces.

Suddenly, Ivan started barking and scratching at the girl's bedroom door, something getting his attention.

“Natasha and Rebecca Barnes, why is Ivan trying to break down your door?” I questioned while pointing towards it.

The twin girls shared a quick look before sprinting towards their room, hoping to stop me from entering inside. Even if their hair color were different, they were the spitting image of each other and their father, when he was their age.

“Bucky?” I questioned, looking over towards him.

“Don’t be mad, doll.”

He placed his hands on my shoulders, lightly rubbing them, as he led me towards our daughter's bedroom.

Natasha, the blonde, had her hands behind her back while sitting on her bed. Rebecca was sitting on her own bed, holding Ivan away from Natasha.

“Natasha, I swear to everything good in the sky if there is a rodent behind your back, I will shoot fire out of my hands towards it,” I said sternly.

As strong of a woman and fighter I was, rodents were something that I couldn’t deal with. One of my biggest fears.

Slowly, Natasha pulled the fury creature from behind her, the white fur shining bright in the sunlight. It was purring loudly, excited for all the love it was getting from Natahsa.

“Where the hell did that come from?” I cursed.

“Language,” Bucky breathed in my ear.

“Girls, where did you find the cat?” I questioned.

Bucky kept rubbing my shoulders, hoping to ease the tension I felt building in them.

“Her name is Alpine. She was outside, covered in mud and starving!” Rebbecca claimed while sitting next to her sister.

“Dad said that we could bring her inside and keep her!” Natasha stated.

I peaked over my shoulder towards Bucky, who wore a sorrowful look on his face. The guilt radiated off of him onto my skin, making it crawl.

“They were so happy, doll. I couldn’t say no!” He defended.

With a long sigh, I gave our daughters a nod, letting them know that they could keep the cat; on one condition.

“You two have to feed her and clean the litter box every day,” I pointed towards them.

“We already do!” Rebecca stated with a smile.

My eyes widened. “How long have you been hiding the cat in here?”

Bucky bit his bottom lip, not wanting to say, but with the look I was giving him, he knew that if he wanted to sleep in the bed tonight that he would.

“A week.”

Rolling my eyes, I walked out of the girls room and out towards the back deck, needing fresh air. I sat on one of our many deck chairs, slowly steading my breaths. There were a few moments of peace, the lake immediately calming my rising blood pressure. I couldn’t afford to let the stress bother me. I needed to take it easy.

“Y/N?”

Bucky walked outside, kneeling in front of me and laced our hands together.

“Are you upset?” He questioned.

I shook my head. “No. I’m only worried about the responsibility. Now really wasn’t the best time for a new pet, Buck.”

He nodded, placing his vibranium fingers over my growing stomach. A smile pulled to his lips when he felt a small kick.

“I know I should have talked to you about it, doll, but the girls were so happy. There’s a lot of change coming in just a few weeks, they deserve something that will make them happy.”

I nodded, agreeing with Bucky’s statement, while he played with my fingers on my left hand. The black stone caught the sunlight, nearly blinding us, and the gold band matched the glow. It mirrored the necklace that Bucky bought me on my birthday back in Bucharest. I still wore it to this day. Bucky wore a black ring to match, however it was on his right hand.

“I think I’ve got enough metal on my left hand.”

“Do you ever wish that you had your big wedding?” Bucky wondered out loud.

Without hesitation, I shook my head. “Our wedding was everything I could ever want. Us, Steve, and Sam. In front of our lake and in our own home. That’s the kind of wedding I dreamed of, Bucky.”

To put the stamp on that answer, I gave him a loving kiss on his lips. With the heat radiating off of him and his hands digging deep into my hips, I ran my hand through his hair, pulling on the ends.

“GROSS!”

We both pulled away and looked towards the back door, our daughters watching us with a disgusted look. Bucky and I shared a laugh while I wiped my lips with a finger.

“Do you girls need something?” I asked with a smile.

Natasha pointed inside. “Uncle Sam and Uncle Steve are here. They sent us to ask you something.”

“Can we have some cake?” Rebecca asked, interrupting her sister.

Bucky shook his head. “Leave it to your uncles to fill you up on sugar when they’re not the ones that have to deal with you tonight.”

I immediately waved him off, while asking him to help me to my feet. Eight months pregnant with a super soldier’s baby made it nearly impossible to do anything on my own.

“I think cake for breakfast is a wonderful idea!” I smiled, giving kisses to the top of my daughter's head. “Don’t you think babe?”

Bucky stared at me with love and adoration in his eyes before breaking out into a large grin, a sweet laugh escaping his throat.

“I think your brother is the one who wants cake for breakfast, not your mother,” he joked while wrapping an arm around me, leading us all inside.

Our lives had been everything we ever wanted and reamed of, a beautiful family with healthy kids and animals. No thoughts of a war looming or death awaiting one of us from an enemy. We both had gone through hell in our past, together and alone, but that’s what made us stronger.

Bucky would always be my Soldat and I, his dorogaya.

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Dorogaya: Chapter Five

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Agent! Reader.

Content Warnings: language, 18 + implied smut, angst, fluff, kidnapping, violence.

Summary: It has been a few years since Bucky and Reader went into hiding. Just when they thought they were slowly building a life together, the past comes back with a vengeance.

Authors Note: This is the sequel to Soldat! You should read that series first. This takes place during Civil War. Tags are open if anyone is interested!

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“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“It’s the only way, Sam. We’re the only ones that can help him.”

The small talk went on for a few more moments, before a groggy voice interrupted them.

“Steve?”

My eyes fluttered open but I snapped them shut when I was hit with a rather large headache.

“Which Bucky am I talking to?”

“Your mom’s name was Sarah. You used to wear newspapers in your shoes.” A deep chuckle.

“Can’t read that in a museum.”

A loud scoff. “Just like that, we’re supposed to be cool?”

“Where’s Y/N?”

At the mention of my name, I fully opened my eyes with a large groan. “What brick wall did I get thrown into?”

Slowly sitting up from the floor, I was met with three very worried gazes. Sam and Steve were standing a few feet in front of me and Bucky was sitting down, his metal arm trapped between some kind of machinery.

“What’s going on?” I asked while trying to stand up.

Sam gently grabbed my arm, helping me. “Take it easy. You’ve got a small wound on the back of your head.”

“What?” My fingers brushed through my hair and felt a bandage. “What happened?”

“What did I do?” Bucky questioned.

“Enough,” Steve answered honestly.

“Damnit,” I cursed while walking over to Bucky. “Are you okay?”

He reached for my hips with his free hand and pulled me into him. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault,” I hushed while placing a soft kiss on top of his head.

“I knew this was going to happen. Everything Hydra put inside me is still there. He just had to say the damn words,” Bucky said.

I ran my fingers through his hair, something I knew kept him calm when talking about his past.

“Who was he?” I asked.

Bucky shook his head with a slight shrug. “I don’t know.”

“People are dead. The bombing, the setup. The doctor did all of that to get ten minutes with you. I need you to do better than I don’t know,” Steve demanded.

My eyes sliced into Steve. “Back off, Steve. He said he didn’t know who he was.”

Bucky pulled me closer to him, letting me know it was alright. “He wanted to know about Siberia. Where I was kept.”

He felt my body go rigid with past memories of both of us being kept there and gave my hip a gentle squeeze. I hadn’t thought of those times for quite awhile, wanting to bury those memories deep within me, and the mere small conversation about it was enough to make my skin crawl.

“He wanted to know exactly where I was kept.” Bucky admitted.

“Why would he need to know that?” Steve wondered.

Bucky hesitated for a moment and I knew that whatever he was about to say was something that he didn’t want anyone to know, me included.

“Because,” he sighed, “I’m not the only winter soldier.”

I tuned them out as Bucky went into details about Siberia in 1991, long before I was held there. There were more of these super soldiers and if this doctor, whoever he was, woke them from their cryosleep it could be bad. Very, very bad.

“Hydra had me train them to become what I was,” Bucky said. “But they became out of control so Hydra froze them, for all these years.”

A loud gasp left my lips, the sudden realization slamming into me, and I pulled away from Bucky’s grasp.

“When I was held there, if you didn’t help me escape, would they have turned me into one of you? Them?” I stammered.

Bucky nodded.

“And you knew what they were going to do to me?”

He nodded again, ashamed. “Why do you think I helped you escape? That night, they had everything set up to inject you with the serum. They wanted us to be this couple of mass destruction.”

“If the doctor got a hold of them, could he control them?” Steve asked.

“Enough.” Bucky nodded.

“The doctor said he wanted to see an empire fall. With them, he could do it.” Steve admitted.

Sam walked over to Bucky and freed his metal arm. I still stood away from the three of them, while Steve and Sam talked amongst themselves.

Bucky knew there were more of him, dealdier versions, and he hid this from me for all of these years. He knew what Hydra was going to do to me the second they captured me. The sheer thought of being mind controlled and used as a weapon was enough to fill me with rage, fingertips spreading with warmth.

“Y/N,” Bucky spoke softly. “Control it.”

In an instant, the warmth was gone and I looked over to Bucky. He had a look of remorse on his face, feeling terrible for hiding this secret from me. Even though he technically forgot about it all these years due to his mind being wiped.

“I didn’t want this life for you,” He admitted.

I nodded while kneeling in front of him. “I know. But that didn’t mean you asked for this life either.”

His metal fingers played with the necklace that he had bought me. “Some birthday, huh?”

A small giggle left my lips. “Eh, I’ve had worse.”

The smile that spread across Bucky’s face warmed my heart.

“I had another present I was going to give you,” Bucky said.

My brows raised. “Really?”

He sighed. “It was in my bag but I don’t know what happened to it.”

“I can get it.”

Looking over my shoulder, I smiled a thanks to Steve before looking back at Bucky. “I’ll be right back.”

I stood and motioned to Steve to follow me and once we were out of the super soldier hearing of Bucky, I wrapped my arms around Steve in a thankful hug.

“Thank you for believing me.”

His strong arms wrapped around my back and I knew he had to fight with himself to not let go. “Of course.”

“I know we haven’t had much time to talk with everything going on but I do want you to know that I was thinking about you,” I admitted.

“You know,” He started while putting his hand in his pockets, “It took me a long time to be okay with the fact that you left with Bucky. It took a lot of talks with Sam and Nat to let you go. As much as I love you, I know I will never be what Bucky was and is to you.”

I placed a gentle hand on his cheek. “You’ll find your someone, Steve. I’m sorry it wasn’t me.”

We stood like that for a few moments and when I felt jealousy fill my veins, I looked over towards Bucky, who was watching our every move intently. I gave him a reassuring smile that everything was alright but I could tell that it did nothing.

Sighing, I left Steve and walked over towards Bucky.

“You do realize I can feel whatever you feel, right?” I reminded him.

He stood and wrapped his arms around my hip and pulled me into him. His soft lips brushed against my forehead and I could physically feel his heart beating through his own chest. I sprawled my hands across his large back and took in his familiar scent; he always smelled like a campfire and I loved it.

“What do you feel now?” Bucky wondered.

Pressing my cheek into his chest, I allowed myself to feel exactly what he was feeling; love.

“You don’t have to say it for me to know, Buck.” I looked up at him and placed a chaste kiss on his stubbled chin.

“I know. I promise one day I’ll be able to," he vowed.

“Whenever you’re ready.” I smiled.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I laughed. “Really, Sam? This was the only car you could get for us?”

“Hey, this is the only one I could find with the time I had,” Sam defended with his hands up.

The old blue buggy stuck out like a sore thumb. “You expect all four of us to fit in this car? With two super soldiers?”

“We don’t have that far of a drive,” Steve defended as him and Sam allowed Bucky and I to climb into the backseat.

As Steve drove to our first meeting spot, I went over the plan in my mind. We were going to Siberea, and a plane was waiting for us at the local airport. We were going to try to stop whoever this doctor was before he could wake up these other super soldiers.

The long ride seemed to relax me and I felt myself slowly dozing off. Bucky, however, placed his hand on my knee and leaned towards my ear, his breath fanning over my neck.

“When this is all over, I promise you that we will be able to start our life; how we should have been able to.”

I placed my finger underneath his chin and nodded. “We can go to our place in the mountains, just the two of us.”

For the rest of the drive, Bucky wrapped his arm around me and I allowed myself to relax into his embrace.

“Stay in the car,” Steve said as he put the car into park.

We were in an underpass and a black car pulled up in front of us, Sharon hoping out. As they chatted, Bucky started to shift in the backseat and I noticed he was uncomfortable.

“Can you move your seat up?” He asked Sam.

“No,” Sam retorted back.

Steve came back to the car, arm full of what we were here to pick up. After tossing them in the trunk, we were back on the road to our next meeting spot.

“Did she bring it?” I questioned.

Steve looked into my eyes through the rearview mirror. “Yeah, they still had it in lock up.”

“They’re meeting us at the airport?” Sam asked.

Steve nodded. “In the parking garage, we’re almost there.”

Metally, I tried to prepare myself for what was about to happen. We were preparing for the fight of our lives and Tony Stark and his team would do whatever it took to stop us. Steve pulled up next to a white van and as we all climbed out, I was met with someone I hadn’t seen for years.

“Clint!” I smiled while embracing him in a hug. “How’ve you been?”

“Better, given the circumstances. Uh, this is Wanda.” He nodded towards the young girl next to him.

I smiled while extending my hand. “I read a lot about you.”

“All good I hope,” she joked.

“How about our other recruit?” Steve asked.

Bucky stayed on the other side of the car and I sneaked over to him, wrapping my arms around his back. We watched as our newest recruit shook Steve’s hand, over and over again, dumbfounded that he was meeting Captain America.

“What do they call you?” I asked.

“Uh, Ant-Man but you can call me Scott Lang. I know you, you’re great.” He said while pointing towards me. “Is it true you can shoot fire from your hands?”

With a quick snap, the fire engulfed my finger tips.

Bucky clasped my hand with his metal one and let out a sigh, “We should get moving.”

Suddenly, a loud voice in German sounded over the PA system.

“What are they saying?” I looked at Bucky.

“They’re evacuating the airport,” he informed us.

Sam and Steve shared a look. “Stark.”

“Suit up.” Steve directed towards all of us.

My finger shook as I laced up my boots, something I hadn’t had to do in over two years. I reached over my shoulder trying to zip up my suit the rest of the way but groaned when my fingers were too short. Bucky came from behind, leaving a soft kiss to my back, and I felt his fingers pull the zipper up the rest of the way. His hand reached over my shoulder to hand me one of my lucky knives.

“Thank you,” I smiled over to him. “I’m glad Steve was able to get it out of lock up.”

I went to face Bucky but he gently turned me around so my back was to him again. His fingers brushed through my hair as he started braiding it back for me. I smiled fondly at him, the small gesture warming my heart.

“My sister insisted I learn how to braid hair. ‘James, what if you have a daughter? You need to learn how to braid.’” Bucky indulged.

I never heard about his past life before the war because he couldn’t remember. But now as some of his memories were slowly coming back, I found my soul soaring that he was choosing me to share these memories with.

“She sounded lovely,” I said while finally turning to face him.

He nodded. “She would have loved to meet you.”

I fixed Bucky’s vest for him while nodding. “Ready?”

It was his turn to nod. “Please be careful.”

“You too.”

Bucky placed a soft kiss on my cheek and gave him one final smile, I followed Steve getting ready to fight this fight.

For our future.

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Vaz Prizrak: Chapter Nine

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Agent! Reader.

Authors Note: This takes place during Infinity War and Endgame! If you haven't yet, please read Soldat and Dorogaya beforehand.

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“Oh fuck,” I muttered while clutching the edge of a dresser as I tried to steady myself.

That was not a fun ride as I hoped for.

Finally getting my bearings, I looked around the room hoping I knew where I had ended up. The room was small, only having a twin sized bed and the dresser I was leaning up against. The only other piece of furniture was an old chair in the corner next to the door. With the decor, it told me that I was definitely back in time but I didn’t know how far back.

I grabbed the newspaper on the dresser, seeing the date, and my eyes nearly fell out of my head.

1936.

“What the fuck?” I cursed.

I looked around the room again for any sign and when my eyes landed on two old pictures taped to the wall above the bed frame, my heart sped up when the realization hit. He stood next to his sister and the other small picture next to it was him with his mom.

My feet treeked towards the two pictures and ran my finger over his face.

“Oh, Bucky,” I breathed.

I had spent the next few moments walking throughout Bucky’s old home, taking in every inch of the old wallpaper and cracked floors. The home was littered with family photos and a giggle fell through my lips when I saw a baby photo of Bucky.

There was a large stack of mail on the kitchen table and when I read the address, I knew exactly where Bucky’s old house stood, me growing up a few blocks over.

Loud footsteps sounded on the other side of the front door, creaking against the old stairs. Without a second thought, I ran back to Bucky’s room, pocketed the two pictures and slipped inside the closet, leaving the door open a crack.

Young Bucky entered the room, dressed in a sharp suit, and he collapsed onto his bed. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths and I stared lovingly at the soft features of his face. His large hands covered his face with a loud sigh. His flesh left hand made my heart sink, knowing that Bucky had no idea what the future had in store for him.

He stood from bed, shaking off his suit jacket, tossing it on the chair in the other end of the room. His fingers worked at the buttons of his dress shirt and I bit my lip when I saw the smooth skin of his back then his chest. Even back in the day, Bucky had a gorgeous body. There were no scars in sight, his skin so innocent.

“How’d it go?”

I snapped my gaze over to the doorway of the room, seeing a familiar face. She was the female version of Bucky.

Bucky gave his sister a shrug. “Alright. He said he’s fine but I know deep down he’s hurting.”

“Well it’s a good thing Steve has you. He buried his mom today, he needs a friend.”

Bucky nodded. “I know, Rebecca. I’m going to head back to his place in a bit. You’ll be fine?”

His sister giggled. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop worrying about me? If you don’t, you’ll never find a wife.”

“I’m starting to think she’s not out there,” Bucky admitted.

“She’s out there, Buck. You have to be patient.”

Bucky was alone once more and with his eyes trained hard to the ground below his feet, I noticed the way his back muscles tensed; something unreadable going on in his mind. Suddenly our eyes locked, him noticing someone was hiding in his closet. My heart hammered so hard through the cage in my chest as I fought with myself not to run into his arms.

“Bucky,” I sighed.

“Y/N, it’s time.”

Steve’s voice came through my com.

“No,” I cried.

Bucky was actually standing in front of me, in the flesh, and I wasn’t dancing with his ghost anymore. I wasn’t talking to him in my mind or my dreams. His physical form was in front of me and I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay here with him.

Blackness took over as I felt my body being pulled away from Bucky and back to the present time.

My knees fell hard to the metal platform of our makeshift time machine and felt my body shake with sobs, knowing what I had lost again. I ripped the mask off with anger, toppling down the steps to Nat’s feet.

“Hey, it’s alright,” Steve cooed while kneeling in front of me.

His hands cupped my cheeks, forcing me to look into his eyes, his thumb brushing away stray tears.

“It’s okay, we’ll try again,” Steve reassured me, thinking that I was crying because it hadn’t worked.

I shook my head that was still in his grasp.

“It worked,” I stated, pulling out the pictures from my pocket and handing them to Steve.

His green eyes drank in the familiar faces of Bucky, his sisters, and mom. The sides of his lips curled up to a smile at the pictures.

“He had these taped to the wall above his bed,” Steve mumbled.

“Did it work?” Tony yelled, breaking us from our trance.

“Yeah, it did,” Steve smiled at me.

“It is? Perfect, I’ll wire the money over to the account right now. Thank you so much.”

After I hung up the phone, I quickly wired the money, completing the transaction I spent the last two hours trying to find.

Slipping my phone into my back pocket, I walked back into the common area of the Avengers Tower, multiple pairs of eyes on me.

“What?” I asked while standing next to Steve.

Tony pointed towards me. “Who did you wire money to?”

My eyes sliced over to Steve. “Eavesdropping on my conversations still?”

“Super soldier hearing,” he pulled at his earlobe.

“It’s no one's business,” I turned my attention back to Tony.

His face flinched. “Wow, five years away turned you into kind of a bitch.”

“Well not all of us got our happy ending, Stark.” I snapped.

“Y/N,” Steve grabbed my hand when he noticed the flames burning at my fingertips.

I snatched my hand away from him before walking out of the room, muttering something about needing some air and time away from everyone.

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Dorogaya: Chapter Eleven[END]

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Agent! Reader.

Content Warnings: language, 18 + implied smut, angst, fluff, kidnapping, violence.

Summary: It has been a few years since Bucky and Reader went into hiding. Just when they thought they were slowly building a life together, the past comes back with a vengeance.

Authors Note: This is the end of this series! The final series in this trilogy, Vaz Prizrak, will take place during Infinity War and Endgame!

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I remember who she was, what she was to me. Hydra kidnapped her years ago and forced me to train her. They wanted her to be the female version of me, another winter soldier. I refused at first and was punished. They strapped me to that chair, burning my mind until I agreed. She was so beautiful, the first time I saw her she took my breath away.

The way her hair hung past her shoulders or the way she would chew on the left side of her bottom lip when she was nervous for our training sessions. I remember being drawn to the beauty mark right below her right eye, dark and prominent. It looked like a piece of jewelry on her.

My fingers shook as the tears fell from my eyes, staining the page, while I turned to the next one; Bucky’s written words mending my heart.

She was always afraid to fight me, I could tell in the way her heart would beat through her chest. I could hear it from my room across the building. I knew when she was asleep by the way her breathing would slow and I knew when she was awake from the soft voice coming from her room, singing a tune I found myself loving. She was the one that made the hell we were in bearable.

I may have forgotten everything at the hands of Hydra but there was always one thing I remembered; our last night together when we were captured together.

I felt the heat rise to my cheeks, knowing exactly what night he was talking about.

I remember the way her back arched, chest exposed to the air, when I kissed my way down her stomach to her most prized area. Her breath caught in her throat when she felt my lips on her, savoring the way she tasted; salty with a tinge of sweetness. The feeling of her heels locking me into place, pulling me in closer and deeper. The beautiful sound of her moans was music to my ears; I could still hear it now. She was breathtaking that night and I hope to one day feel herself on me again.

The night air had done nothing to help my burning cheeks as I read that paragraph a few more times. I had been on my own for a few weeks now, Shuri and T’challa came to visit every once in a while to check on me or give me updates about Bucky. Occasionally, the young kids would come to get a look at the “White Wolf”, a nickname they gave Bucky, but would frown when I would say he wasn’t with me yet.

Steve sent a few texts every now and then on a burner phone that he had given me. From the few conversations we had, I found out that him, Nat, Wanda, Sam, and Vision were on the run together. He wouldn’t tell me where, obviously, but I always wished him well.

The fire in front of me warmed my feet, keeping the night air from making me shiver, and I turned my attention back to Bucky’s journal.

She’s sitting across from me right now, reading a book, and she’s never looked more beautiful. Her lip is sucked between her teeth as she’s reading, the words unfamiliar to her. She wanted to learn Romanian. Her eyes are so bright, the color bringing a sense of familiarity to me. Everytime she looks at me, I want to wrap my arms around her and kiss her until my last breath. The sun from outside had casted a warm glow around her like an angel. My Dorogaya.

I can’t find the right words to say it to her face but I love her; always had. Even though Hydra made her into something she has no control over, she doesn’t let it bother her. She focuses on helping me heal that she forgets she needs to heal herself. We made a promise that life on the run wouldn’t be permanent. I don’t care, I’d go anywhere with her.

A quick lick of my finger, the page turned easily between them.

She told me about her past with Steve. This unfamiliar feeling burned inside when she talked about how close they were. She claimed that Steve and I used to be best friends but I don’t remember. All I can remember is her.

The date on the last passage made my breath catch in my throat; the night before everything changed.

She was attacked at work tonight. I tried to talk to her about it but her powers took over. I never wanted this life for her, she doesn't deserve this life. She deserves everything good in the world so I sometimes wonder if I’m enough for her. I love her with every single feeling inside of me but I can’t find it in my heart to tell her. The words burn on my tongue, wanting to scream it at her but nothing comes out. I don’t know how much longer I’ll have with her before she realizes that I can’t move past everything that happened to me. I’m trying, for her, but the screams are too much. I promised that I would take care of her, give her everything she deserves, but I’m afraid that she’ll walk away. I can’t lose her, I love her so fucking much.

Feeling sad that I had finished reading the journal, I closed it with a loud sigh. It was full of memories of us and knowing that Bucky remembered all of that made me fall more in love with him. He loved me all this time and knew that I was the one for him, he was just afraid that I would leave him for taking too long.

Never in a million years.

“Rogers, leave Natasha alone! That’s her pile of food!”

I chased around one of the goats before letting out a frustrated groan. It had been a few months now of my new life in Wakanda and to ease the loneliness I not only took up gardening like Steve had mentioned, I also decided to raise some goats.

Bad decision.

They kept me on my toes every single day, hence why I named them after Steve and Nat, but I had to admit that it gave me a reason to get up every day.

Shuri continued to visit after her sessions with Bucky, saying that he was doing well. She wanted to be careful in removing the words from his mind. Hydra had done a number on his brain and even if she could remove the words, he would still have to deal with the mental thoughts of exactly what happened in his past.

“You know,” Shuri said one day, “I saw a lot of memories involving you.”

I went red with embarrassment. “You did?”

She nodded. “He loves you very much. I think the thought of you is what’s keeping him alive. He’s dreaming peacefully now.”

I raised my shoulders in confusion. “Then when will he wake up?”

“I don’t know. Wherever he is ready,” Shuri admitted with a sigh.

The sun had begun to set so after a long time trying to wrangle the goats into their pen for the night, I was ready to turn in myself another night of sleeping alone.

“Dorogaya?”

My heels spun around with a flash at the familiar name. Standing in front of me was a very refreshed and relaxed looking man. His missing arm was covered with a sling of fabric. The soft breeze had wrapped around us, blowing his hair away from his eyes that shined with the familiar light I missed so much.

“Bucky?” I asked, words trembling.

I was afraid this was another dream I was having.

“I missed you,” he breathed while breaking out into a huge grin.

The bottom of my feet sped through the tall grass towards him and even with one arm, he had caught me with ease. Our lips danced for the first time in months but they never missed a beat. It was a teeth smacking, tongue dancing, kiss that fueled the fire deep within and the pleasure I felt from the both of us was almost too much to handle.

Reluctantly I pulled away but pinched his cheeks, just to make sure he was real.

“Ow,” he hissed. “What was that for?”

My smile reached my eyes, I was so happy.

“Just making sure it’s really you.”

He gave me another kiss. “I missed you.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, smelling the familiar scent; teakwood and mint.

“I missed you too.” I admitted with a long sigh.

Still in his grasp, he looked around our little home with a proud smile. “You’ve made a nice home for yourself.”

Immediately I shook my head to correct him. “For us.”

We shared another passionate kiss and I could feel his feet move, walking us towards our hut.

“Show me around then, doll,” he hinted with a sly smirk.

For the first time in a very long time, Bucky and I laid tangled together in a mess of sweaty flesh and knotted sheets. Everything was perfect again and I was going to hold on tight to him. Nothing would come between us. We would finally be able to start our lives together.

My Soldat and his Dorogaya.

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Dorogaya: Chapter Eight

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Agent! Reader.

Content Warnings: language, 18 + implied smut, angst, fluff, kidnapping, violence.

Summary: It has been a few years since Bucky and Reader went into hiding. Just when they thought they were slowly building a life together, the past comes back with a vengeance.

Authors Note: This is the sequel to Soldat! You should read that series first. This takes place during Civil War. Tags are open if anyone is interested!

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The jet landed a few moments ago and I stood next to Bucky as he carefully chose a gun from Natasha’s collection. His shoulders tensed, the looming fight approaching, and I laid my hand on his lower back.

“Are you alright?” I questioned.

He nodded. “Yeah.”

I knew he was lying but also knew not to press him in these kinds of situations. My feet turned to walk away but his fingers slipped a knife in the pocket of my suit.

“Ready?” Steve asked once the ramp opened, the cold Sokovian air chilling us to the bone.

I nodded then followed behind the two super soldiers; Bucky’s gun held high and Steve blocked us with the shield. The snow crunched beneath our boots as we came to a stop in front of the door of the old building; it was already opened.

“He couldn’t have been here more than a few hours,” Steve noted.

“Just enough time to wake them up,” Bucky said.

He motioned for me to step between the two of them as we entered the building. There was a cold chill throughout the building; nothing to do with the coldness outside. We entered the small elevator, and I squeezed between the two of them. Bucky was at my back while Steve stood in front. The warmth of Bucky’s breath caused my skin to prickle and Steve watched with slight jealousy as Bucky placed a chaste kiss on my ear.

I smiled brightly at his silent cue and when my eyes met with Steve, his jaw set hard. He gave us a curt nod, making sure that we had our heads in the game. Bucky and I both nodded, letting him know that we were ready for what was about to happen.

The elevator doors opened, Steve stepping off first, and we looked around the deserted building. Everything was coming back to me in flashes, the familiar halls and corridors. Knowing what that door led to or what was down that hall.

“Doll?” Bucky looked over his shoulder to me as he led us towards a staircase.

“I’m okay,” I reassured him with a nod.

A loud bang from behind caused us all to jump, Bucky pulling me closer to him with his gun held high. Steve kneeled in front of me with his shield as we prepared for the reason behind the bang.

“Fucking christ Tony, you scared the shit out of us,” I cursed towards the man in the iron suit.

Steve stepped forward, them having their own conversation while I stayed in front of Bucky, who still had his gun raised towards Tony. After our fight at the airport, Bucky wasn’t taking any chances.

“There’s a truce here, you can drop it,” Tony told Bucky.

I gently pushed the gun down and Bucky sighed, leaning against the wall. He motioned behind him, muttering that we need to keep moving.

The four of us walked past an all too familiar room and I had to pause, remembering the horrors.

The training room where Bucky had trained me.

“C’mon,” Bucky gently gripped my elbow to pull me along. “It’s not good to remember.”

However, as soon as we entered the main part of the building, it was Bucky’s turn to freeze for a moment. We came face to face with the chair that Bucky had a permanent residence in all those years ago.

“I’ve got heat signatures,” Tony commented.

“How many?” Steve asked.

“Uh, one.”

They didn’t notice the look of horror on Bucky’s face so with a gentle tug on his elbow, like the one he gave me, I pulled him along. He hesitated for a second before nodding. The gun was raised as we walked up to the cryo chambers.

“What the hell?” He muttered.

I could feel his own heart beat through my own chest, the cryo chambers scaring him.

The six cryo chambers had bullet holes in them; right in the middle of the super soldiers' foreheads.

“If it’s any comfort,” a voice came over the speaker. “They all died in their sleep.”

Pulling the knife out of my suit, I flipped it a few times, getting ready for whatever was coming.

“Do you really think I wanted more of you two hydra soldiers?” The voice said again, now knowing it was the doctor. Only who wasn't a doctor. He was portraying a doctor in order to get close to Bucky.

Helmut Zemo.

“I am grateful for them, though. They brought you here.”

Steve stood face to face with Zemo, who was hiding behind a chamber that could withstand a nuclear blast.

“You killed innocent people in Vienna to bring us here. Why?” Steve asked.

I could feel the regret fill Bucky’s bones so I squeezed his biceps, letting him know that it’s alright. As Steve and Zemo talked, my attention turned to them with their last sentence.

“I have lost everyone. Now, so will you,” Zemo clicked on a T.V next to Steve.

Even though the letters on the screen were foreign, I immediately recognized the date.

December 16th, 1991.

The feeling of regret and self hatred filled my veins and looking over to Bucky, his eyes dropped, refusing to meet my gaze. He walked away from us as Steve, Tony, and I started to watch the video.

It was from a security camera panning to a dirt road.

“I know that road,” Tony stuttered. “What is this?”

He demanded his question towards Zemo, who remained silent.

I watched side by side with Tony, both in horror when a car came out of nowhere and slammed into a tree. A man on a motorcycle came up, stepping off with large strides towards the car. My breath caught in my throat when I immediately recognized the metal arm on screen as it broke the necks of the two people in the car.

Those two people were Mr. and Mrs. Stark; Tony’s parents.

The Winter Soldier had killed Tony’s parents.

Bucky’s jaw tensed when we finally met each other's gaze so I left Tony’s side, walking over to him. I placed a hand on his cheek, the feeling of self hatred becoming almost too much to bear. No matter if he wasn’t that man anymore, it still pained him to know that he did it.

“I don’t hate you,” I murmured, answering the silent plea in his eyes.

He pulled away from my touch, not allowing himself to feel anything other than the loathe he was forcing himself to feel. Tony’s dark eyes sliced into Bucky, lifting his hand ready to shoot. As Bucky raised his gun to protect himself, I stood in front of him, ready to protect Bucky with my life; hands sparking to life with fire.

Steve held Tony to stop him. “No, Tony.”

He looked over to Steve. “You knew?”

Steve could only nod.

My stomach dropped at that revelation.

“You knew and didn’t tell me?” I asked, dumbfounded. “You kept this from us?”

“I didn’t know it was him,” Steve started.

I shook my head. “Bullshit. You fucking knew!”

Tony remained silent, trying to process everything. Before I knew exactly what was happening, Tony had hit Steve, tossing him across the floor.

This was the one fight that none of us wanted to have.

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Vaz Prizrak: Chapter Nineteen[END]

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Agent! Reader.

Authors Note: The end for the trilogy is finally here! I also wrote a one shot that takes place between Dorogaya and Vaz Prizrak. You don't need to read it to understand but it's just a little something extra I wrote. I know Bucky's story continues on in The Falcon and Winter Solider but I have no plans on continuing this story for that storyline. It ends here for these two 🖤

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Loud music echoed throughout the home and I moved my head to the music as I walked inside from my previous spot outside. Bickering voices yelled at the far end of the house so I followed while a huge smile spread to my lips.

“I don't have it! You were the last one to use it.”

“It was right there on the table and now it’s gone!”

I leaned up against the doorframe, the smell of fresh paint engulfing my senses, and chuckled at the two men who continued to bicker not noticing I had been watching them.

“Bucky?” I finally spoke.

When he looked my way, I merely pointed to his back pocket. “The paint brush is in your pocket.”

“I told you I didn’t have it,” Sam grumbled.

“Sorry,” Bucky muttered, continuing to paint the wall in front of him now that he had his brush back.

“I can’t believe how great it’s all looking,” I marveled at how well the house started to look with only a fresh coat of paint.

“I can’t believe you convinced Bucky into painting your walls black,” Sam said.

Shrugging, I walked towards Bucky and left a soft kiss on his cheek. “That’s what people in love do.”

It had been a long month with us fixing up our house. We were here every day, all day, restoring it to its former glory. You could tell in the way that Buky’s eyes lit up that he was ecstatic that our plans were starting to come to life.

Sam offered to help on one condition; I would buy him lunch and beer every day and at the end of the work day he could ‘kick back on the couch and watch T.V on our 70 inch in the living room’. I agreed, more than thankful for his help.

Our long list had almost been crossed off, two more things on it; paint the master bedroom and build the deck. The last one on the list wasn’t important, knowing that it would be a long task. I was happy enough that the inside of our home was almost finished.

Today was the last and final day, Sam and Bucky nearly finishing painting the walls in our bedroom. Furniture had started to fill our home, giving it a more homey feel then the day prior. All we had left was to put our bedroom furniture together.

“How’s it going outside?” Bucky questioned.

“Good,” I nodded. “Majority of the trees are cut down, only a couple more and we’ll be able to see the lake when we wake up tomorrow morning.”

“Can’t wait,” he smiled while placing a kiss on my forehead.

Strands of his hair kept falling out of the low bun so I quickly fixed it for him, which only earned an annoyed sigh from him.

“Are we sure we trust him with a chainsaw?”

Bucky and I looked from Sam to the man outside, who had spent all afternoon cutting down the trees. I offered to help but he merely waved me off. He could do it on his own.

“I trust him more with a chainsaw than painting my walls,” I admitted with a giggle.

Our old grandfather clock in the entryway rang six times, indicating that it was just after six o'clock and it was time for dinner.

“The usual?” I asked the two men, who nodded eagerly.

“Let him know that I’ll be back with food from Izzy’s in twenty.” I nodded to the man outside.

“Love you!” Bucky called from behind me as I walked down the hallway.

“Love you sugar bear!”

I laughed loudly at Sam’s voice, letting the yellow front door shut behind me.

A deep loud belch erupted from Bucky’s chest and I snapped my head over to him, a disgusted look on my face.

“Gross.”

Bucky simply smiled before placing a kiss on my lips. His open arms was an invitation which I took, cuddling closer into him. Our bones were tired from all of the work, finishing putting our bedroom furniture together, so we celebrated with beers and food on the couch.

I looked around our home with a very proud smile on my face. We did such a great job fixing up the old home that no one would have guessed that there used to be a giant hole in the room Bucky and I now share.

“I cannot wait to sleep in an actual bed tonight,” I mused.

Bucky and I had been sleeping in a pile of blankets on the floor for the last month and my back had been screaming for the memory foam mattress that I had purchased yesterday.

I felt Bucky tense next to me, knowing that he would prefer to sleep on the floor. It was something from his past that we were slowly working on. Even though we both felt we were in a good place in our lives and our relationship, there were a lot of issues that we needed to work through; together.

He felt that if he slept on something soft, that it would be more uncomfortable for him than the floor. So I made a deal with him; if he gave the bed a chance tonight and still didn’t like it, I would make him a comfortable bed on the floor.

I even mentioned that clothes were not allowed in the bed, hoping that would help ease his concerns.

“Doll?”

Snapping back to reality, I looked back towards Bucky. “Hm?”

“I need to grab some beers.”

I gently pushed him back towards the couch. “You relax. I’ll get them.”

My bare feet trekked along the new floors, still creaking along with the old bones of the home. I quickly grabbed three beers and headed back into the living room, hearing the men bicker about what movie to watch tonight.

I handed one to Sam, Bucky, and the blonde that sat comfortably on the recliner chair.

“Thank you,” he smiled at me.

“No problem, Stevie.” I returned the smile as I sat down back in my previous spot next to Bucky.

A soft knock sounded on the open door but my back was facing the door so I called over my shoulder. “Come in!”

“Y/N?”

I spun so fast on my heels that the hammer fell from my hand, bouncing loudly to the ground.His blue eyes shined from the setting sunlight and his blonde hair was brushed neatly back so I could see his face clearly.

“Steve?” I breathed, unsure if he was actually standing in front of me.

“I was in the neighborhood so I figured you guys might need some help.”

I never ran so fast into his open arms, ecstatic that he had decided on coming back to me, to us.

“You didn’t stay?” I asked while pulling away from his arms.

Steve shook his head. “The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I have more to live for here than I did in the past. Bucky, Sam, and you.”

Our smiles mirrored one another and I pulled him in for another hug.

“Thank you, Stevie.”

“Are you sure you guys don’t want to crash here again? It’s late and I would hate for you guys to drive across town to the hotel.”

Sam and Steve both nodded.

“It's your first official night in your home, we don’t want to interrupt whatever is going to happen,” Sam suggested with a wink.

“Goodnight you two,” I rolled my eyes at his comment before giving them a hug goodnight.

Once the door was shut and locked, I called out for Bucky and heard him yell back from our bathroom.

He stood in front of the sink, shirtless, and I could see in the mirror that he had a troubled look on his face. I then took in the variety of tools on the counter, knowing exactly what he was going to do.

“Are you sure about this?” I questioned, leaning against the door frame.

Bucky nodded. “I can’t handle it anymore. I need a fresh start.”

“Want any help?”

Turning his body towards me, he pulled me into his chest and my hands sprawled on the bare skin of it. We shared a deep, loving, kiss and when he pulled away, Bucky nodded towards the brand new tub. It was filled with bubbles and unlit candles surrounded it.

“It would be more romantic if I could light the damn candles but I can’t find a match anywhere,” Bucky admitted with a sigh.

“Want to see something cool?” I asked with a smirk.

When he nodded, I stepped back from Bucky and closed my eyes. The thought of the unlit candles was heavy on my mind and when I heard him gasp, I knew it had worked.

The candles around the tub were now lit with bright flames.

With the help of Bucky, I stripped down in front of him and once I sunk deep into the tub I groaned out in pleasure. The warm water immediately eased my sore muscles. As I enjoyed the hot water, the sound of a hair buzzer played in the background.

“How does it look?”

Opening my eyes, I marveled at the new look of Bucky, a gasp falling from my lips. Gone was the long hair, the old strands littering the bathroom counter and sink, and Bucky stood in front of me with short hair. A look on him that I had never seen but one that I found myself falling in love with.

“You know there is a reason why I chose a double person tub,” I expressed while lifting my bare chest out of the water.

Bucky lips spread wide in a smile and hastily stepped out of his pants. The water sloshed around when he sunk his body deep into the waters. I squeaked out a large giggle when he wrapped his vibranium fingers around my ankle, pulling our naked bodies together.

“Which one are you thinking?” I pondered as we walked together down the long halls, metal cages surrounding us.

Bucky’s lips were pressed in a thin line, the decision weighing heavy on his shoulders. We were nearing the end of the hall and I had a gut wrenching feeling that we wouldn’t find the one he was looking for.

“Wait,” Bucky grabbed my hand to stop me. “This one.”

I looked from the cage to him a couple times. “Are you sure?”

He nodded eagerly while bending down in front of the cage, the tail smacking hard against the walls of his cage at the possibility of a new friend. Bucky’s vibranium fingers scratched happily at the ears of the furry pup on the other end of the metal cage.

Bucky woke this morning wanting to adopt a dog from the local shelter. He grew up with one so not hearing paws running down the halls were so foreign to him.

The dog was a mutt, mixed with a bunch of different breeds but we didn’t care. We wanted to give him a loving home. There was something special about this pup that drew Bucky to him.

The dog was a tripod, missing his left front leg.

“Let’s bring Ivan home then,” I smiled brightly down at the two.

“Bucky?” I called out while entering the house.

A gasp left my lips when I took in the scene around me. Lit candles were scattered throughout the living room along with the fireplace. The lights were off but the flames were enough to cast the room in a deep orange glow. At the sound of my voice, Ivan came running down the hall happy to see me.

He never let having only three legs slow him down.

“Hey you, where’s dad?” I cooed while bending down to give him his usual greeting.

Two scratches to his ears with a kiss on top of his head.

“Dorogaya?”

Hearing the deep voice behind, I stood while spinning on my heels. Bucky was standing in front of me, short hair slicked back.

“What’s all this?” I asked.

Suddenly, the tune of our song sounded throughout the home and Bucky extended his hand towards me.

“Can I have this dance?” He asked.

“Always, Bucky. Always.” I answered, accepting his hand.

Our bodies swayed together along with the music. It was still so foreign feeling his skin under my fingers, his lips on mine, and his breath against the skin of my neck. For years, I had been dancing with his ghost in my dreams or thoughts but now I had his actual body in my hands. I laid my head against his chest, letting the tune of our song guide us in our dance. Our first of many dances in a home that we created together, our home.

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Besplatno: One Shot

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Agent! Reader.

Summary: Bucky needed to make sure he was free from Soldat before continuing on his life with his dorogaya.

Authors Note: This takes place in the Soldat universe, in between Dorogaya and Vaz Prizrak!

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The soft sounds of the woods danced around us as we made our final descent to the one flat lining of the mountain. Bucky trailed behind so with a soft look over my shoulder towards him, I extended my hand to him.

“It’s going to be okay,” I reassured him.

He merely nodded and with his only hand, linked our fingers together. The feeling of fear and self doubt filled my veins when our skin grazed over each other. There were a lot of questions, whether this was a good idea or if we’re far away from the city square of Wakanda, in case this backfired.

Ayo reassured us that it would be fine; Shuri’s work had cleared the trigger words from Bucky’s mind now we had to test it.

“This will do,” Ayo said while looking around.

I nodded and motioned for Bucky to sit on the ground in front of a pile of wood. With a fast snap, fire spread from the tips of my fingers to the pile of wood, flames spreading with ease. The warmth of the fire circled around us as I sat down next to Bucky.

“What’s on your mind?” I questioned.

He kept quiet, only shrugging.

I let out a soft sigh and placed my hand on his knee, forcing him to look into my eyes. “Even though I can feel what you feel, Buck, it doesn’t mean that I don’t want to hear the words from your mouth.”

“I’m scared,” he admitted, finally.

Tears welled into the corners of his eyes, indicating that Bucky was seconds away from breaking down.

It had been a couple of days after he had awoken in Shuri’s lab and we had spent that time just the two of us in our hut, catching up on the last few weeks. The calm bubble that we had encased ourselves in had popped when Ayo came to visit.

“King T’challa wants to make sure the Winter Soldier is gone.”

Her words had rang a very large bell in my head, making me realize that we were so engrossed in our love for one another, that neither of us had stopped to think what if Shuri’s hard work hadn’t actually worked.

I knelt down in front of him and placed my hands on both sides of his face. Our gazes locked, hard, and I let out a deep breath hoping it would calm my nerves.

I didn’t want to let Bucky know that he wasn’t the only one scared; I was fucking terrified. Even though Soldat and I had so much history together, I wanted to never see him again.

There was that deep lingering fear that the other part of him truly wasn’t gone.

“Y/N?”

Ayo pulled me to the side, making sure that we were out of earshot of Bucky’s supersoldier hearing.

“If this doesn’t work, you need to make sure you can control him,” Ayo stated.

“I know,” I nodded. “But this will work. It has to.”

It was Ayo’s turn to nod, only hers was more strict and believable. She had been one of the only Dora Milaje that had been assigned to keep an extra eye on Bucky. She took extra care in making sure that we were settled comfortably and had everything we needed.

Ayo, in my eyes, was our guardian angel. I owed her so much for taking care of the both of us.

“It’s time,” she spoke.

I resumed my spot kneeling in front of Bucky. He had his eyes trained hard on the dirt below, a million things running through his mind. He didn’t have to utter a word for me to know what he was thinking of.

“I will not hate you if this doesn’t work, Bucky.”

His bottom lip trembled. “Please don’t leave me.”

My own tears rolled down my cheeks at his broken words and I felt my heart drop to the pit of my stomach.

“I will never leave you.” I vowed to him.

A broken sob fell from his lips while he buried his face into my neck. He breathed in my scent, calming himself immediately.

“You’re breaking my heart, Bucky.” I sobbed.

I felt his warm tears run down the exposed skin of my neck and chest before Bucky pulled back, locking our eyes together once more.

“I love you, dorogaya.”

I gave him my best smile and placed a firm kiss onto his lips. Both of our lips melded and moved so well together, his tongue danced with mine and I could feel the fire burning low in my core. Needing a breath of air, I sadly pulled away from Bucky and saw the light behind his eyes slowly fading. No matter what I said to him, my words couldn’t put him at ease.

“I love you too, Bucky. So much,” I gave him one last kiss.

“James, are you ready?”

Both of our gazes fell onto Ayo and he reluctantly nodded. I clasped his hand with my own and forced him to look at me the entire time Ayo spoke the ten trigger words.

“It’s not going to work,” Bucky cried.

“It will. You have to believe that it will.”

Longing.

Rusted.

Seventeen.

Ayo spoke the dreaded words in Russian and Bucky had broken down in front of me. The tears fell fast from his broken eyes as he clenched in Soldat tight, fighting within not to free him.

“It’s okay. I’m right here,” I cupped his face, keeping his eyes straight on me.

Daybreak.

Furnace.

Nine.

“Please don’t leave me, doll.” He begged.

I shook my head, my own tears pouring from my eyes. “You’re stuck with me, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

Benign.

Homecoming.

There were two more words left and the fear I felt oozing off of Bucky had nearly knocked me to my ass. His shoulders shook with sobs while his body fell towards me.

“It’s okay,” I hushed his fears.

One.

“Just look at me,” I placed my finger under his chin. “Focus on my voice.”

Freightcar.

An eerie silence fell over us as we continued to stare at one another, wondering if Soldat would break his way through Bucky’s gates. His eyes were unreliable, an expression I had never read on his face before. The feeling, however, was something I recognized almost immediately.

Relief.

“Bucky?” I questioned.

With his only hand, Bucky cupped my cheek and gave me a quick nod.

Happy sobs erupted from my throat and I looked at Ayo, who also had a smile across her hard features.

“You are free,” she assured.

I wrapped my arms around Bucky’s neck, pulling his body into my own and as we melded together, I crashed my lips onto his. They moved in sync, like earlier, and when his hand gripped my hip tight, I knew in that silent cue that he said everything he couldn’t actually say.

He was free. No more fear of someone finding out what those words were and use them against him. Bucky was finally able to move on and heal from his past. We both were able to move on together and enjoy the calm of Wakanda.

“I love you so much, doll. Thank you.” Bucky muttered against my lips.

I smiled against his lips, molding them tougher once more.

“I love you too, Bucky. No matter what.”

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Vaz Prizrak: Chapter Fifteen

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Agent! Reader.

Authors Note: This takes place during Infinity War and Endgame! If you haven't yet, please read Soldat and Dorogaya beforehand.

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“Y/N?”

“Doll, you have to wake up.”

“Come on love, you have to get up.

“GET UP, Y/N!”

My eyes snapped open with a sudden alert, fire shooting from my hands towards the man that loomed over me.

“Hey, it’s me. It’s Steve.” He grabbed my hands, allowing me to calm my fear for a moment.

The pain had set in, deep into my bones, so I let Steve gently pull me to my feet. Our former home that was the Avengers compound laid at our feet in a pile of rubble.

“Are you okay?” Steve questioned as he gave me a quick once over.

“Besides the splitting headache, I’m fine. What happened?”

He looked around, confused, before shaking his head.

“I don’t know.” He answered.

“When you mess with time, it tends to mess back.” Tony said, coming behind us. “C’mon, you’ll see.”

He motioned towards the edge of the makeshift cliff made from the debris where Thor stood, staring down at something below. A gasp of horror fell from my lips when I saw what our current situation was; a large space ship floated idly in the sky and someone we never thought we would have to face again.

Thanos sat waiting for something, possibly a fight.

“How can this be? You killed him,” I mentioned to Thor.

“I have no idea,” he shook his head, equally confused as the rest of us.

“Where are all the stones?” Steve asked.

“Somewhere under all of this.”

I nodded. “Good, let’s keep it that way.”

“It’s probably a trap, right?” Thor stated.

“I don’t much care,” Tony shrugged.

Thor called Mjolnir and Stormbreaker, lighting striking down around us, while I let the fire burn warm to my fingertips, the flames dancing in sync with the wind. Over the years, I mastered being able to let the fire burn without burning myself or extinguishing on its own. I had also mastered a few other tricks with my flames, others that no one had seen yet.

But they were about too.

“Let’s go kill this son of a bitch again. Properly this time,” I fumed while adjusting my mask.

The strands of my hair had turned to flames, framing my face with a warm sensation. My feet had ascended from the ground, the flames from my hands keeping me up in the air as I floated with the wind.

“What the hell,” Steve muttered, astonished at what he had just witnessed.

“I see you’ve been practicing.”

The familiar voice brought a smirk to my lips before I gave Steve my attention once more.

“What, this?” I motioned to myself. “Pft, I’ve been doing this for years.

While they walked their way down to Thanos, I flew above them, keeping a close distance in case they needed help.

“You couldn’t live with your own failure,” Thanos chuckled towards us.

It was a dark chuckle that made your skin crawl in disgust.

His speech had fallen on deaf ears as I took in the surroundings. Half of our team was missing, unsure where they had ended up after the blast. It was only us four against Thanos, surly we could handle it on our own.

Thor’s battle cry gained my attention and within seconds we were all fighting against Thanos.

Flames shot through my hands, blasting Thanos back against a large pile of debris, and once my feet touched down onto the dirt I cocked my head towards him. The urge to kill filled me to my core.

“You took everything from me,” I fumed.

Thanos stood, towering over me. “I don’t even know who you are.”

It was my turn to let out a deep chuckle.

“Trust me, you will.”

Raising my hands above me, I manipulated the flames making them grab a large piece of metal and threw it into Thanos’ face. A small trail of blood pooled from his forehead.

“All that for a drop of blood,” he mused.

“We’re just getting started,” I promised.

We were all fighting him again, Steve tossing me his shield every once in a while to get a few good shots with it. With my flames and Tony’s beams, we held him back so Thor could smack him far away from us with his hammer.

“So kid, any other new tricks you want to show us?” Tony jeered when we had a moment of peace.

“A few,” I gave a quick wink.

Moments passed, Thanos getting the upper hand on us, and with the three men scattered far away from me, I knew I was on my own until they could gain their strength once more.

My body flew through the air towards Thanos, however, he had caught my foot and yanked me down to the ground. He grounded my body with several punches to the face and stomach, the taste of copper pooling in my mouth. He raised his large double sword above me, inches away from my chest.

“What a pathetic excuse for a human life,” he spat.

Pupils dilated, I stared up at him with horrendous fear for my life. Thanos was seconds away from ending it all before I even knew if our mission had worked; if Bucky had come home.

“I didn’t train you to give up so easily.”

The cool metal from Thanos’ sword pressed deep into my stomach, causing a high pitched banshee scream to erupt from my throat. It did absolutely nothing to phase him.

Suddenly, he had been smacked away from me and I saw Thor’s hammer flying through the wind. Only it never reached Thor’s hand. It reached someone else entirely.

Steve stood proudly with his shield in one hand and Mjolnir in the other.

“What the fuck,” I cursed.

Thor’s voice came through our coms. “I knew it. I knew he was worthy.”

Winding up the hammer, Steve ran towards Thanos and connected with his face, sending Thanos flying hundred of feet behind us. With the quick break we had, Steve slowly helped me to my feet and winced at the open wound on my stomach.

“Doll,” he breathed.

“You guys wanted to see all my new tricks,” I pushed his fingers away from the wound on my stomach.

With flames from my left hand, I placed it over my wound and let out a large hiss as the fire cauterized the wound closed. Even with my super healing, it would have taken a long while for that wound to heal.

“Enough about me though,” I nodded towards the hammer in his hand. “When the fuck did that happen?”

Steve opened his mouth to speak, however a yell came out of mine when I felt Thanos atack me from behind, sending me far away from Steve. My body collided hard on top of a large rock and I slowly tried to sit up on my knees but the wind had been knocked out of me. The taste of blood still remained in my mouth and with a defeated groan, I rolled off of the rock onto the dirt. I could barely lift my head to finally look at Steve.

“No,” I wept with the sight that had just unfolded.

Thanos’ sword had done the unthinkable; it had broken Steve’s shield in half, pieces lying scattered around him. His body had been thrown closer to me by Thanos’ sword so I tried my best to crawl over towards him.

“C’mon, we have to get up,” I tried my best to cheer him on.

Our eyes locked and even though his blue iris shone with so much light, I knew he was scared. Steve was worried that this was the endgame; we wouldn’t be able to stop Thanos this time.

“What I’m about to do to your tiny little planet, I’m going to enjoy it very much,” Thanos vowed.

The sky opened above us, thousands of alien species stepping their way through their own makeshift portals.

Steve and I both helped each other to our feet, him tightening the what was left of the shield so it helped stop the bleeding on the open wound on his arm. The flames crackled to life once more at my fingertips as the two of us stood tall against Thanos’ army.

“All of my training led you to this doll. This is what you were meant to fight for.”

An annoyed sigh fell through my lips at the familiar voice speaking to my thoughts once more. Noticing the large rip in the left arm of my suit, I yanked it away, displaying my tattoo of the Soldat arm to anyone who chose to look at it.

“I love you Bucky, I really do, but now is not the time to hear your ghost voice in my head again,” I grumbled to myself.

“Who said anything about a ghost voice?”

“What?” I uttered.

“Hey cap, you read me?”

Steve and I both looked at one another, dumbfounded at the voice we both heard now on our coms.

“It’s Sam. On your left.”

Suddenly, hundreds of bright yellow circles appeared in the sky, sparking life around us. There was one circle, however, that we had our eyes trained hard on right in front of us. There was a sense of warmth, familiarity, and love that emanated from it. The type of love that I hadn’t felt in my veins in over five years.

A lone body stepped through while another flew over us and the reality smacked me hard in the face when I realized that Bucky’s voice wasn’t speaking to me in my mind like it had been all those times before. His soft voice had been coming through the com in my ear this entire fight.

Standing in front of me, in the same gear he had worn the last time I laid eyes on him, was the love of my life. The man that I had spent the last five years avenging and the man that I vowed to Natasha I would save.

“Bucky,” I breathed his name.

I wanted to believe that it was really him but also didn’t want to get my hopes up in case I was actually seeing his ghost again.

“I’ve missed you so much, dorogaya.” Bucky’s plump lips curled up into an eye crinkling smile.

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