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Time to introduce some more (unofficial) members of the team, right?

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Chapter 12 - MIA

Camp Victory

“Hey, yo man!” Clint's voice shows his good mood. He smiles and greets the soldiers who cross his path. Casually walking through the camp, just the sight of the familiar buildings and the constant hustle and bustle brings back old memories for him. A touch of nostalgia is in the air and makes him pause briefly to turn around.

He has completed countless missions with Bucky and the other guys; they have been a well-rehearsed team in which everyone could rely on the other. Returning from missions was always special. After all, at the beginning of an assignment you could never tell whether you would make it back unscathed or even alive. He’s aware that this came with the job, but it often was overlooked that this brought a lot of tension to relationships back home. He’d experienced that too often.

Just like Bucky had. But both he and his friend do their best to establish a working relationship with their significant other despite all odds. And so far everything has gone fairly well. Nevertheless, he understands Lily all too well and knows that she was already longingly counting the days until her husband's return.

Who could blame her? Laura had done exactly the same thing.

After leaving active service, Clint had tried to live a normal life at home on his farm for a while. But what’s the definition of normal? Surely Laura had breathed a sigh of relief when he had completed his last tour. And he really tried. After his return, he began to spruce up the farmhouse and then the extensive area around the house.

But it was difficult for him. His thoughts were constantly circling back around to his company. As a sniper, he was something of a guardian angel for his comrades. And God knows, he loved his job. He helped to eliminate dangerous men, always hoping to make the world a little safer.

Unfortunately, this was a fallacy. The war is still in full swing and every day he hears about the official losses on both sides. He knows all too well from his own experience that reality is often different. Therefore, he’s lucky to have someone who can assist him in special cases without the bureaucracy. When it comes to obtaining reliable information unofficially, all he has to do is turn to Natasha Romanoff and he would gain access to data obviously not intended for the public.

The former secret agent worked in the background, pulling the strings necessary to make the interactions between everyone involved as smooth as possible. Over the years they had built up a close relationship of trust, and they are always in close contact.

“Hey, pencil pusher!”

“I'll never get rid of that title, will I?” Clint laughs out loud as he walks past a group of soldiers. He can't blame them, though. When he was still in the service, he had felt the same way about those whose job he’s doing now. But now, he has experienced himself how hard the job of the “pencil pusher” actually is. Some fought against the enemy, others - including him - against the bureaucracy.

"No, that’s for sure."

“To each his own!” he shouts after them without any resentment. He’s looking for Bucky to tell him good news. It’s just after 0100 hours, so most of the crew has already eaten lunch. Which in turn means that the sergeant will most likely be at Alpine's to give her some treats he has picked up from the canteen.

Pushing his sunglasses up to his forehead, Clint steps to the gate. “What are my decrepit eyes seeing?!”

Alpine doesn't come running towards him as usual, because she’s busy taking care of her kids.

“Since when?” he asks Torres, who is adding fresh straw to the small shelter that serves as sun and rain protection.

“It started last night. The two of them were there this morning,” Torres replies, brushing off his dusty gloves and walking towards Clint.

“And where is the new father?” Clint wants to know, letting his eyes wander.

Torres sucks in a sharp breath.

“What?” Clint asks immediately, noticing his counterpart’s reaction. “Don’t tell me he passed out? How will he react when I tell him that there’ll be a serving of a big, fat turkey on Thanksgiving? But hey,” he winks at Torres, “you didn’t get that from me, okay? I mean, I-"

“Didn’t you hear?” Joaquín interrupts his flow.

Clint frowns. "What do you mean?"

“Bravo Company was attacked and went missing.”

“Oh shit,” Clint blurts out. “But Miller is a tough guy who will-”

“The Sarge was there,” Torres adds. “Miller last clocked in 48 hours ago. The last radio messages from Sarge or Bell came almost 24 hours ago. Since then … nothing. Miller's Humvee was found burned out by aerial surveillance. There were no survivors.”

“Stop bullshitting,” Clint says. “You’re kidding me?”

Torres shakes his head in silence.

“But why… is Bucky with Bravo Company?” He can't really believe it yet.

“He was assigned at short notice,” replies Joaquín.

They are now facing each other. Clint can see the concern on the younger man's face. "Wait a minute! You said there were no survivors. And yet… there was a radio message from Bucky?”

“The unit was traveling with two Humvees. Miller's was destroyed, all occupants ... Miller and Jackson, as well as two civilians ... were found dead. There is no trace of the Humvee in which the Sarge was traveling with Bell and two other civilians.”

Clint raises his chin defiantly. “Okay, that’s a ray of hope.” In fact, a completely different scenario is running through his mind at the same time. Kidnapping and torture of foreign, especially American soldiers are not uncommon. However, he decides to rule out this option for now. “Bucky knows what to do.”

“I still have a really bad feeling about it.”

“What do you know about the mission?”

“Pretty much nothing,” Torres shrugs. “It was a very short-term thing. Some NGO workers who should be brought back. Colonel Fury isn't giving out any information. I only know about the Humvees from hearsay.”

“Fury,” Clint rolls his eyes. Then he puts his hands on his hips, looks at a point in the distance, narrows his eyes, and mulls over the situation at hand. “Okay, okay,” he mumbles, going through the options in his head. He needs more information to assess the situation better. In these kinds of cases, the right people who can give you this data are worth their weight in gold. “Maybe I should call in a few favors.”

Joaquín has secretly hoped to hear something like that, but he also knows that it’s difficult - or rather, forbidden - to act arbitrarily within the chain of command. A hopeful smile appears on his face. "Thanks."

“I can’t promise anything,” Clint reminds him.

“Understood,” Torres nods. “But at least I know you’re doing something. Nothing’s coming from the leadership.” He looks at his watch, “I have to go. Thanks again.”

“No problem, man.” As he watches Torres leave, he pulls his cell phone out of his pocket. With just a few clicks, he has established a secure connection and is waiting for his call to be answered. After the third ringtone the voicemail starts. “Hey Nat. Call me as soon as you hear this." Then he hangs up and puts the phone back in his pocket.

In the meantime, Alpine has trotted towards him and lets out a loud bleat.

Clint opens the gate and enters to kneel in front of her. In return, she immediately nudges him, smells him, and licks the material of the T-shirt. Whatever the reason, she finds it interesting enough to chew on a corner of it. “Don't do that,” he says with a grin, which Alpine takes as an opportunity to complain loudly. The animal seems restless. With her golden yellow eyes she keeps a careful eye on the surroundings, her ears steadily turning like she probably is waiting to hear a familiar voice. “Hey, old girl,” he whispers to her as he scratches the shaggy fur. “You miss him, huh? But don't worry. I'll take care of it."

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"No, no, you know the rules Jase, no work at home" Sharon told her son with a smile on her face as she moved to take the pasta from the stove and into the table, leaning against the counter the looked at her and down to her hand. "Don't say anything to your father, you know how he worries about everything but i think there's a spy in the agency, maybe Hydra, maybe something else." she confessed to him, since her children joined the organization she had done nothing but fear the worst and now that they may be a reality she wanted them to at least be prepare.

“Oh come on mom, they’re not going to lock you up for telling me how your mission went.” Jase said as he looked over at her, briefly stopping cutting up the vegetables he was going to chuck in the oven for dinner.

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i cant read your mind | chapter five

Summary: The Return of The Winter Soldier?

Warnings: MCU Spoilers. The Falcon and the Winter Soldier spoilers throughout. Zemo. Reader has anxiety and doesn't trust men.

Word Count: 1308

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As the car approached Madripoor, you nervously bounced your leg in the backseat, and you found yourself picking at the skin on your fingers. The bright lights, booming music, and the smell overwhelmed your senses, leaving you to feel uneasy. Just as your anxiety threatened to consume you, Bucky’s hand landed gently on your thigh, giving it a slight squeeze, instantly soothing your nerves. 

Feeling Bucky’s reassurance, you turned to him and offered a grateful smile. His presence acted as a grounding force amidst the Madripoor chaos. As the car continued its journey through the streets, you felt a renewed sense of determination, ready to face whatever awaited. 

Arriving at the club, Sam seamlessly slips into his character, Smiling Tiger. He placed his hand on your lower back as he skillfully navigated you through the bustling crowd. As you moved, you couldn’t help but sense the curious stares directed at Bucky. The whispers of “Is that The Winter Soldier?” come from different areas of the space. But, you also felt the weight of their attention on yourself. 

Suddenly feeling self-conscious in the revealing dress, you attempt to discreetly pull down the hem trying to cover more of yourself. However, your efforts failed as the fabric refused to cooperate, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. 

“Hey,” Sam attempted to grab your attention as he noticed your fidgeting. “It’ll be okay,” he reassured you, his voice gentle. 

In the back of your mind, you knew the truth: you were one of the world’s top secret agents, as well as an Avenger, surrounded by a fellow Avenger who is a trusted friend and ex-Winter Solder. You took comfort in the belief that Bucky still cared enough to ensure your safety. 

~

Emerging from the restroom, you adjusted your dress once more before returning to find Sam, Bucky, and Zemo. You expected to return to Sam’s arm encircling your waist yet you were instead seized by a sudden dread. 

You observed with a mix of fear and recognition as the Winter Soldier once again overshadowed Bucky’s mind. Sam and Zemo remained passive which only added to your concern. Though you knew this was part of the plan, it felt all too authentic and it unsettled you.

With your protective instinct for Bucky, you began to move closer to him, determined to snap him out of it. Memories flooded your mind of nights you’d calm him down after a nightmare, reassuring him that, that isn’t who he is. Now, all seemingly in vain. 

As you approached, he sensed your presence. He knew he was still performing and knew if you tried to bring him back then your cover would be blown. He caught the genuine worry etched on your face, striking a chord within him.

Before you could begin to intervene, a cold metal grip closed around your throat, lifting you off the ground. You kicked frantically as your hands desperately clasped his wrist, your eyes pleaded with him.

Pinning you against a wall, he paused for a moment before he revealed himself to you. A smirk played on his lips, accompanied by a wink as he eased the grip on your throat. 

“Hi, Baby,” he began a low growl in your ear before detecting someone behind him. Swiftly dropping you, he spun around and aimed a blow at the intruder who lurked behind him. You scrambled to your feet, gasping for breath as you made your way over to Sam. 

“Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us,” Zemo murmured toward the three of you after Bucky forcefully pinned a man against the bar nearby. “Well done, Soldier,” he added in Russian, addressing Bucky. With a vacant expression, he gradually released his grip.

“You good?” Sam inquired, receiving a quick nod from Bucky in reply, never glancing in your direction once. Sighing, you proceeded to follow them to speak to Selby.

~

You remained at Sam’s side as Zemo conversed with Selby, the tension hung in the air. You couldn’t resist glancing over at Bucky as he kept a vigilant eye on her. 

A shiver ran down your spine as Selby’s voice took on a seductive tone, addressing Sam as his cover, Smiling Tiger. You suppress a cringe when he purrs at him. 

You listened to the conversation as they continued, your breath caught in your throat as Zemo approached Bucky: offering him and the Winter Soldier code words in exchange for information. The urge to intervene surged through you as his hand neared Bucky’s face. 

Your jaw tensed as your phone began ringing in your bag, you hesitated looking between Selby and Sam. You reached into it, pulling the phone out, and you read the name ‘Tim TD’ on the screen. 

“Answer it,” Selby demanded you, her tone was sharp. “On speaker.” she gestured to one of the men on guard. The phone continued to ring persistently. Between Selby’s commands, the guarded men, and Bucky’s watchful gaze, you hesitated, uncertainty ran through your body. 

“Hello?” you finally answered, you tried to keep your voice steady despite the rising tension in the room. 

“Hey, um, we need to talk about what happened at brunch.” Tim’s boomed over the speaker, he sounded strained and troubled.  “It’s been driving me nuts.” 

“What exactly happened at brunch?” you inquired, trying to maintain the facade of one of Smiling Tiger’s girls, you exchanged a glance with Bucky.

“You know what happened, the problem that showed up,” Tim replied, his frustration palpable even over the phone. 

“What happened, Tim? Say it,” you pressed.

“The damn Winter Soldier,” Tim’s voice rose, causing you to instinctively glance over at Bucky again, a sense of unease settling in your stomach. 

“Yeah, I’ve got my eyes on the Winter Soldier,” you replied, trying to inject a hint of levity into your tone.

“Oh you’re with him now?” surprise was evident in Tim’s tone. “I guess I know now why you haven’t answered any of my texts, Y/N.” 

“Y/N?” Selby’s sharp voice cut through the conversation. “Who’s Y/N? Kill them.” Suddenly, a gunshot came through the window, killing Selby instantly. 

For a second, the room froze until the guard looked back at you and Sam instantly disarmed him, knocking him out. On the other side of the room, Bucky did the same to the other guard. You ran behind Bucky for cover as he took a stance readying himself with the gun he took from the guard. 

“They’re gonna pin this on us.” Sam rushed as he readied himself for further confrontation. Zemo sighed heavily, “We have a real problem now, so leave your weapons and follow my lead.” he directed. Bucky removed his leather jacket after setting the gun aside, handing it to you with a reproachful glance as he eyed your dress once again. 

Clutching Bucky’s jacket tightly around you, you kept your head low as you stuck close to Sam and Bucky. Suddenly, the light of Madripoor flickered out, and the sound of gunfire filled the air. Bucky’s arm swung around urging you to duck as he yelled, “Come on!”. Zemo had vanished, leaving you, Bucky, and Sam to sprint away.

“I can’t run in these heels!” Sam shouted as he ran. “Welcome to my world!” you shot back as you ran ahead of him slightly. 

Dashing down the alley, you find yourselves cornered by bounty hunters closing in from both exits. You glance around as gunfire erupts again, but it’s not aimed at you - it’s targeting the bounty hunters. With a sigh of relief, you watch them collapse to the ground. As tension eases, Zemo emerges from behind a dumpster, stepping into your view.

“Well, this is too perfect,” a familiar voice speaks, you glance in the direction it came from. Your suspicions are confirmed as your old friend emerges, gun pointed at Zemo.

 “Sharon?!”

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Arriving at the gates of Holistone, the foot-solders standing at attention move to block their path.

—“Halt, identify yourselves. What business do you have in Holistone?” Exchanging looks, the group complies, the pink-haired rabbit of the Wilder squad dismounting from her white doe. Stepping forth and with a placating hand resting on the deer’s shoulder, she speaks.

—“My name is Lyca, I’m the former captain of the Dusk patrollers and the current Scion of the Lucent tree. I’ve come to Holistone previously with captain Lenya, per invite of General Hogan.” That gives the guards pause, rummaging through their memories for the encounter, the archer briefly stepping back to fetch something. A journal? Keeping track of visitors that come and go, dates and events. A quick sift of it and the bowman nods with a muttered ‘Yup, here it is. She speaks the truth Guywin.’ and then he returns to his post next to his colleague. Just as Lyca continues.

“The three with me are Eironn, Stormsword and former Scion of the sacred tree.” The towering flaxen-blond man gives a stiff, formal nod of greetings. However his appearance looks to spark a flame of recognition within the solders. A traveler perhaps not as much of a stranger, merely having been forgotten. The one whom the gentry took to and whole reason wearing wooden antlers is such a fashion staple. “Bryon, a Windwhisperer and student of Master Arden, Elona – His falcon companion.” Not much recognition here but still, he’s logged into the journal with current date and hour along with her and the Stormsword whilst the woman talks. “We’ve come on account of being invited by Magister Stranja as he appointed Holistone’s square to be our meeting point.” ...Meanwhile in the background: A striped..or spotted?? Tail bobs on the ground, like having sprouted from it and sticks out akin to a semi-question mark, catching the swordsman’s eye. It flickers toward the town square then disappears.

And a very familiar breathless rasp of winter chill flits, the affable warm smile in it clear. Just as a masked figure draws near with fur-trimmed hood down and veiled mask lifted to sit on the side of his head. It’s been months many after the General, subsequently the Order learnt the truth of Merlin at last. ..And who, what, ‘Merlin’ is. However none dared to think of raising their hand—One half of the Heroic Order out of respect for the nymph. Even long after the Ryeham fires, Stranja has been of great aid, and ever so patiently kind. The bat simply has long well proven his worth, as a character and as a hero, saving lives in both the literal- physical sense when he sees someone or many in peril… And figuratively, with his spirit, wisdom, compassion, his magic. Many of the Order even had considered writing to the magistrate, ask to add him in the ranks.

The offer has been extended to Pirin himself, yet he declined. ...Still, it continues to be on the table, should he ever change his mind. As for the other half of the Order, those whom cannot let go of the Temple’s lies and bias against him, well. They’re smart enough to know better than to try laying a finger on the magister—They’d have not only their fellow colleagues and captain Valen to answer to. But also the general, and the townspeople both of Holistone and the province. Same goes for leaking Stranja’s identify of not being Merlin and human. Thus the Temple is blissfully oblivious.

—“Well, well. If it isn’t a group of Wilder friends I spy at these gates.?” Smile of mischief good-natured, tone easy-going and mirthful. A sign to the solders that they’re in the clear and the trio is allowed to carry on. “Come on, we’ll chatter as we walk to find the General.”

—“The guards seem to have gotten stricter lately, I don’t remember being stopped for questioning in this way last time I visited..?” -Lyca, the most talkative of the three merry travelers is first to take the word, riding on her doe once more. On her left saunters the towering blond, quietly taking in the sight of his surroundings. And on her right, next to Pirin, pads the avian Windwhisperer who’s more than content to listen.. and perceive. Neither of them deeming it a must to talk for the sake of it.

—“The cross-questioning or the journal?”

—“Both, actually. Back when the Symmetrical sin impersonated miss Talene..” —“Mhm.”

—“I’m assuming these measures were introduced shortly after the incident…? Or after our return from Rustport..” The two heads turn to look up at the pensive stag, and the false Graveborn hums seemingly in thoughtful nonchalance. Then skips one step ahead of the triad, turning to talk while steadily walking backwards with arms behind his back. A light rock on the heels here, arms flit to wave and gesture loosely there, maybe a hop in the step.

—“It’s a bit of both actually! I suggested keeping track of visitors and when they arrive, come and go and leave to ensure the chances of doppelgangers are brought to minimum. You may have noticed as well that the guards, and Order as a whole, keep a discreet eye for details not just documents and belongings.. or cargo. The questioning is brief and simple, but good at weeding out potential suspects of identify-theft. Plus… Berial took part in the training. ..That last part took a considerable amount of convincing.” One quick glance over the shoulder as the statue of the goddess comes closer into view. “And honestly the paperwork ‘an what-not else took extra more time.”

—“I see. Not bad, I can see how this could help lower criminal activity.” —“Eeh, not foolproof at any rate. It’s not the perfect solution, really.”

A calm knowing smile tugs on Bryon’s lips, just as Lyca briefly looks to the heavens in a half eye-roll of amusement and Eironn shakes his head. Yup. Just like the old times, still the same old Vanyusha. Humble to a fault and ever so vigilant, overworking himself. But before they reach their destination at the town square, the white rabbit’s smile falters. And she looks down at her feet. Already the rest knew what words would tumble out of her lips before she even voices it.

—“You have to part ways with us here and return to the Dark forest. Don’t you?” Understanding as ever, not a trace of accusation nor judgement. Even if the mild hurt of dashed hopes still flickers like a weak candle-flame in his pearlescent eyes. A strained nod is the regretful confirmation.

And this time, it’s the Stormsword who take the word, pausing to turn to his childhood friend… and possibly a little more.

—“Lyca. You’ve been working endlessly for years without a single moment of rest. We barely saw you in Lunadorf, even now. Captain Lenya is more than capable of taking care of matters in your absence, you’ve said so yourself.” Pink irises lift up to meet light teal, seeing the silent plea beneath the stoicism and dutifulness. Worried, but the choice is ultimately in her palms regardless. Whatever call she makes, will be honored by her three companions.

—“I know, Eironn..” Guilt, remorse, regret… all dance in the woman’s eyes, across her face.

—“Look at me, Ly’--I, the biggest work-addict you could possibly know-” The pink-haired Wilder smiles in a suppressed chuckle, looking over to her comrade. “Is going on a trip…. That will probably turn into a disaster circus, but that’s besides the point.”

—“That last sentence didn’t sound like a vacation.” -A cheered-up Scion of Misarte notes with teasing lilt, earning herself an equally vivacious “Shush.” from the magister in turn and a bump of shoulder as he had come to stand by her side on the deer mount with swift steps and a nimble hop. Lyca playfully bumps her shoulder against his in return, rosy eyes shining with matching impish mirth. And Pirin hops down- giving the doe a light pat as he does so, coming to join Eironn and Bryon with arms crossed, awaiting her final verdict.

—“However I still have much to finish back home. I did note this in my letter..” —“However scratched it out.” A tired, feeble smile. So this is your final choice.

—“It felt wrong to not tell you in person. ..And we wouldn’t have had the chance to meet again.”

One side-long glances over the faces of the other two Wilders reveals neither holds intent on following the former captain. Now’s your chance to turn back, lads. Then Pirin turns his attention back to his friend and fellow workaholic, smile mirroring hers. None of them make a move to further attempt to sway the bow-woman’s mind.

—“Alright, we’ll be sure to keep you posted on things...ooor swing by Lunadorf the first chance we get after everything’s done and tell you all about it. Whichever comes first.” Eironn and Bryon exchange a look at the last part, somehow having a hunch it’ll be the latter. No matter what ‘Merlin’ does or where he goes, troubles always keep on snapping at his heels even to this day. Come to think of it….When has adventure not been tailing Stranja?

Seated together at the table in the home at Lunadorf, Lorsan deftly plucks the strings of his lute with deft hand. One or two drinks were enough to draw out his artistic Muse, and so a Rustport shanty the carefree bard strummed. The merry tones flit in the cozy warm air softly, as the other three bask in comfortable moment of silence, having clinked their glasses of preferred pint in toast. To celebrate Winter Carnival properly after that feast in Ryeham, Vanaya had chosen to come visit them in the village of the Dark forest.

Chicken blood for the albino nymph; Honey-berry and Wisteria juice for Lyca, and fresh water for the former chosen of the deer spirit. Bryon had chosen to drink nothing, besides the small glass he got for the toast.

—“You always seem to get pulled into perils, Little Finch.” - Lyca jokes merrily after taking sip of her cup. Lowering the mug from his lips, the lean man flashes her and the stag-Wilder a rugged grin , dressed in pirate-like getup. Hair left to hang around his shoulders loose and blue bandana on his forehead tied to the side. And a gleam of fiery, cheeky dare plays in his pearlescent gaze.

—“Well mateys- Adventure life chose me, not the other way ‘round.” A deliberate cheap imitation of scruffy seafarer accent, thrilling the ‘r’s and a slight slur. Leaning back, smug smirk oh so devious still intact and placing the cup down on the table, Pirin casually laces his fingers behind his head. “T’ be fair here, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

—“Safe travels, Lyca. Remember to not overexert yourself.” -The tanned Windwhisperer’s smooth voice reminds in that iconic half-deadpan of his, the falcon perched onto his arm giving a chirp. Just as the Stormsword offers a nod in both agreement and goodbye to the woman. In turn Lyca smiles bright and waves a hand with ‘I’ll be sure to!’ then steers gently her mount.

—“Keep an eye on Stranja for me, will you?” At the simple hums of ‘Will do.’ she gains from the fellow Wilders, the short if not dwarfed man in question squints as though in disbelief betrayed. And shakes his head with a mock displeased scoff, turning ‘round to march ahead towards Holistone’s square, muttering ‘Foul. Foul I tell ya.’ under his breath. But it’s evident his expression, words and tone hold no real bite. Wordlessly, his two comrades follow along, catching up to saunter at his sides with ease. “Welp, guess it’s just us then? Aight.”

Just then, as if on cue a very familiar mop of auburn wavy mess shows up.

In a heartbeat, those keen gossiper ears catch his voice and verbal shrug. Thus does Mr. Solitaire captain casually strut over with big ol’ friendly grin of greetings. And proceeds to smoothly slide into the ‘coversation’. The timing almost makes Pirin laugh. Right as Lyca left and there Valen is- Emerging from Traveler’s Light, accidentally overhear and waltz over. How convenient.

—“Stranja, old pal! What luck to run into you here!” The nymph snorts, eyeing the knight in amusement. What luck indeed, old heart. “What brings you and the boys out on the lovely square?”

—“Well wouldn’t you know- Romeo himself. I could ask you the same. You weren’t lurking nearby to conveniently swoop in per chance.. were you?” Feigned betrayal and hurt flash in those devious lilac depths and Valen pretends to have been terribly wounded. Which, is pure theatrics and both of them know it. Part of that oh so irresistible flirty charm so boyish and carefree. And I was wondering who Lorsan reminded me of… Or why I could’ve sworn I’m looking at two Valens back then.

—“What? You wound me with such unfair slander, my friend. Truly, I can’t believe my ears. I was at the tavern for a round with some of my fellow knights, barely seen each other in a while and were catching up on the mill, that’s all. No funny business here. And then I was heading home to grab something, happened to overhear and decided to come say ‘hi’. It’s not a crime, is it?”

—“Let me guess, you’re up for adventures and will ask to join the crew.” Ah. There’s that surprised pout. Caught you red-handed. But I suppose having dated for two-four years does that- We’re both an open book.

—“That was fast. Didn’t think I’m as obvious.” A shrug easy-going and the suave smile is back. Yet no attempts at genuine flirting are made, the playboy keeping his charisma down to earth. Simply two old-time friends crossing paths once more, nothing else. “I’d be lying if I say my interest’s not piqued certainly. But only if I’m welcome to the party, really. I understand if not, won’t push it and just carry on my way.” There’s that same twinkle of tempered love, sweetly tender affection.. but it’s no longer in romantic nor passionate context. Simply gazing at a kindred spirit, shared history of ups and downs a bridge for much deeper mutual understanding. ..And perhaps, some flickering, dying embers of romantical longing. Which the Solitaire makes no moves to rekindle, knowing far better than to stab them both so vilely, relive the heartbreak all over.

“If you love someone… Then you do what’s best- For them, and yourself. You let go instead of dragging out the pains. Said word- Thrown stone, Noble knight.” Tired, wistful and hurt pearls peer up at his own, the smile sweet as the being’s touch on his shoulder. A bleeding heart that has begun to move on from the past ashes. A heart that still harbors love for him, but it’s started to fade into strictly platonic. While his own still twists in agony of regret and screams to go back.

And I’ve made my choice, haven’t I, my Dove?

—“Guess you really did hit jackpot today, Val. By all means, welcome aboard- Now come along, let’s see what Hogan got for us.” With a silly dramatic salute, the handsome knight of the Heroic Order falls in-step with the rest. It doesn’t take them long to find General Hogan by the towering statue at the heart of Holistone’s square, the stars dotting the sky glittering like tiny diamonds.

—“Hey, you made it.” ...Juust as two not so welcomed presence also catch up. Wonderful. I’ll have to listen to these two furballs yap non-stop. Again.

A look of pure surprise clings to the burly veteran’s rectangular bearded face. As if utterly shocked that the mage and hamsters at the group’s helm still haven’t left town yet. So much for that happy laugh he let out at the greetings. Maybe what caught Hogan off-guard more was Valen being in the crew of thrill-ready adventurers. Sure, the captain had begged him to be permitted to become the sorcerer’s personal knight- A plea which was granted… Only to return with tail between his legs after roughly four years of absence whimpering. And general Hogan, the kind old man he is, couldn’t bare to leave the miserable twenty-six year old boy wandering about on the streets. Took Valen back into the Order, at least until he finds his footing again, the permit of being Pirin’s personal solder still intact…. On top of regular Solitaire duties in Valen’s alleged downtime.

“Weren’t you heading to the Duchy of Whiteridge for the Snowspire festival? The festival shouldn’t have started yet.” With how baffled you sound, it’s almost like you’re accusing me.

—“I was, yes. But some things happened at the Mystical House pretty much last second and I had to pack up immediately. I’ll tell you on four eyes when the odds are in favor of longer talk.” Brief flash of concerned confusion flashes in the armored man’s haggard features before conceding. Seems to get the hint and memo, mercifully choosing not to poke more on the topic of that particular matter.

“I see. I hope you are well and find satisfying resolution, Stranja.” Right as Hammie decides to cut in- A welcomed diversion, for once. Rubbing her eyes and sniveling pitifully.

And Pirin bites his tongue to keep silent, or else the poor thing will get a verbal whip-lash.

Namely, how she suddenly is oh so innocent little lamb, scared and what-not. The Magister throws the furry mage in blue a glance most not impressed with her melodramatic tears. While Valen internally winces at the back and wisely keeps his own mouth shut from making a comment. Already off on a…. rather lovely start is seems.. One quick glance up at Eironn proves the tall Wilder to be cautiously keeping an eye on the situation, ready to spring and hold back their bat friend before he pounces to throttle the poor hamster. While Bryon stands alert to quiet Merlin’s familiar, should she stupidly make the decision to taunt in petty come-back.

—“General Hogan, our adventure was nothing short of a rollercoaster! We got stranded and nearly drowned,” Speak for yourself and Chippy. I would’ve jumped and swam off if it wasn’t for Merlin’s cursed contract very explicitly stipulating I protect you at all cost. “I thought we wouldn’t make it at all!” Oh boohoo- You lived, didn’t you? Quit whining already. The magister’s sour silence of chill hangs overhead like the dark clouds of brewing storm.

—“Oh my… Dura above, what happened?” Pirin remains perfectly stone-faced, whatever chattiness having gotten completely sapped away. As such he makes no move to speak, not that it’s an issue- Hammie is apparently more than happy to keep prattling. Or really, complain and rant and rave the poor veteran’s ear off. Stars in the sky and dear ancestors behind my back—Just let us go on and end my suffering. I don’t want to listen to a miserable yap-fest all night, please.

—“We got shipwrecked. By a kraken.” - One, very clipped and to the point comment from the mildly annoyed mage. Granted a lot more happened than just those two alone, but the short man holds zero intent to elaborate.

—“Thank Dura you’re safe! Did your ship run aground because of the rough waves?” —“…..” Did you not hear the last part?

—“No, we encountered a gigantic kraken! Its tentacles were longer than the ship!” Yes Chippy, thank you for parroting what I said more descriptively. Magister Pirin still remains muted.

At his sides, the two Wilders from the Dark forest feel slightly… awkward. Bryon could practically hear his friend’s inward frothing and hissed curses of rapidly dwindling patience, while the Stormsword has no idea what to do with himself so he only ends up stiffly standing. Occasionally nods in affirmation or politely corrects if, when needed. And Valen feels like sweating buckets at how oppressive the chill of his former partner’s grave silence is. Exactly like in the old times, when they two met for the very first time during the Ryeham fires: He had bantered, Hogan reprimanded, and Pirin simply wanted to wring both of their necks, get the job done then leave in a huff. Boy the deadpan the faction chameleon wore that rainy night—Withering, disgruntled, miserable, murderous and exhausted all in one. ...As he stood there, silently waiting for them to finally regain their common sense and stop dallying around. Oh hey..there’s that expression again! Sure missed it, hehe…. Dura please have mercy on the poor General and the hamsters. I’m not sure I’d be able to explain why three caskets need to be arranged.

—“A kraken?! What exactly is happening at Stormy Strait?” Valen steps out from behind the squad a little, and shakes his head with a grimace. ‘No.’, miming to not keep on talking. A single, long and heavy sigh wheezes out of the exasperated stand-in, arms crossed over his chest and pupils aglow red. A strong clue to the scarred senior knight that cutting idle chit-chat is a good idea.

—“Let me tell you the whole story. Lads-” A glance over his shoulder at the two Wilders and dazzling Solitaire- “Find yourself somewhere to sit down or whatever you see fit. Looks like it’ll be a while ‘til we set off, regrettably. Sorry for this.”

—“No need to apologize, Pirin. We understand.” —“Yup, we’ll be over there if you need us. Just signal and we’ll come over.” With that and a clipped nod from the magus of appreciation and dismissal, the trio pad over to the nearby garden. While Merlin’s substitute filled in the general on what happened during the last trip, sans some more personal details, naturally, Valen toured the two Wilder travelers around town. By the time they return to starting point at the square, Vanya looks as if he’s downright about to jump off the fortress wall or collapse. Or more like strangle Hogan, Chippy and Hammie and then jump.

—“I never would have expected that...Old friend, you must have noticed that this is becoming a recurring pattern.” —“….”

“The Syndicates colluding with the Graveborn, Hypogeans escaping from their seals, and now there are even disturbances at Rustport….I must prepare a report to His Majesty.”

—“…..”

“So what are your plans now? If you’re not going to the Duchy of Whiteridge…” Find my husband and get the hell out of there, Bantus and Thoran’s wrath be fucked. So help me- I don’t care anymore- I just want to be with my husband. I just want to hear Ludovic’s voice in person again, hear him say everything’s fine and I don’t have to be Merlin anymore and stay in his arms, and not him have to be under illusion and away..aaaaa Is this too much to ask for?!

—“Not going?!” Gruff, booming and all the clue Pirin needs to instantly recognize who the person is. “Oh that’s out of the question! Hardhead, Whistler and I are still waiting to meet our old friends from Cedartown!” Excuse me when did you get here?! Did Sinbad smuggle you or something??

The head of disheveled snow whips to gape at the dwarf, blinking rapidly at him. “Holistone has no forge or manufacturing plant, nor does it have cold weather or the right ores! There’s no way to study low-temperature forging techniques in a place like this!”

—“Hugin?! When did you get here?! Were you smuggled by Sinbad?? How did you get to Holistone?” That engineer turns to look up at his aghast sputtering, and proceeds to grin brightly with a laugh, happy to see him. Valen and Eironn make a mental note to update Bryon on the shenanigans at Rustport, sensing his cuiously questioning silence.

—“Oho, Magister, did you forget?” Huh? Forget? Forget what?? “I received a letter from my old friends in Cedartown, asking for my help.” Pirin only blinks dumbly. “Since you guys were planning to go there as well, I decided I’d be your guide.” The stumped blinking keeps going, then the mage’s head turns to look at his group, unsure what to make of this situation. Valen weakly gives a thumbs up as in ‘You got this!’ with a wavering smile—Both from awkwardness and held back laughter. Sloowly, the pallid man begins to slink, inch away from the scene towards them. Which makes it harder for the captain to not snicker, keeping his expression mostly casual.

—“Excuse me, you are…?”

The night nymph freezes up as if busted, and poor Valen looses his composure with a low wheeze while his tormented bat traipses right back- skip in his step.

—“Let me introduce you two… Hugin, this, is General Hogan of the Heroic Order- Current magistrate of this lovely town.” Courteous, strained cheerful smile as he sweeps a hand at the tall man then turns to briefly gesture to the stout craftsman.

“And general Hogan, this, is Hugin. The best engineer of humble Rustport whose ingenious mind knows no bounds. His inventions are incredible- Practical, and very efficient. Most notable being Merlindabest, a mid to long distance communication device, and the water filtrating system thanks to which the port has freshly clean water once more.”

—“Ahh no need to flatter me, friend! Thanks anyways!” —“No problem, I’m only giving credit where it’s due and how it is. How can I twist my soul and lie, not praise a marvel when I see one?” Clapping the dwarf on the shoulder merrily, Pirin straightens up and claps his hands together with an air of stiffness. A little… too cheerful. “Regardless, I believe we got a destination to run to.”

—“I see! I assume you’ll be heading to Cedartown together, then?” —“But Chippy refuses to take a ship there! Chippy likes his feet to stay on solid ground from now on!” The high-spirited grin on the snowy-haired man suddenly takes on a much more sinister air, as one corner of his mouth twitches... just as the corner of his left owl-like eyebrow, and a low chuckle rumbles in his chest.

It’s at that moment when general Hogan and Hugin feel as though they should step back… or run away as fast as possible. Just as a chill runs down the Acorn-knight’s spine, ever so slowly turning his helmet-protected head to look up, just as the nymph bends down to be on eye-level.

Still grinning widely with hands clasped together, and eyes fixated onto him...like a viper.

—“ᛁᛊ ᚦᚨᛏ ᛊᛟ ᛞᛖᚱ ᚨᚲᛟᚱᚾ-ᚲᚾᛁᚷᚺᛏ~ ? ᚺᛗᛗ?” *(Is that so dear Acorn-knight~ ? Hmm?)

The pristine white, long and thick fur around his neck and back is stood on end and puffed out, the large sharp ears atop his head upright.. But the long tail gives a single, very languid lash in a wide arc. Those blood-red eyes don’t blink, voice holding a rumbling hint of a growl most guttural despite it’s sweetly cheery, near sing-song tone. Those clawed hands slowly unclasp- and sharply clap on the hamster’s shoulders as the being hisses. The way his tail-tip thumps rather rapidly on the cobblestone ground is indicator something very bad will happen.

“ᚾᛟᚹ ᛚᛁᛊᛏᛖᚾ ᚹᛖᛚᛚ ᛁᛟᚢ ᛚᛁᛏᛏᛚᛖ ᛈᚨᚦᛖᛏᛁᚲ ᛊᛏᚢᛈᛁᛞ ᚱᚨᛏ- ᛁᛟᚢ ᚨᚾᛞ ᚦᚨᛏ ᛟᚦᛖᚱ ᛚᛁᛚ ᛊᚺᛁᛏ, ᚨᚱᛖ ᚷᛟᛁᛜ ᚹᛁᚦ ᛗᛖ ᛚᛁᚲᛖ ᛁᛏ- ᛟᚱ ᚾᛟᛏ. ᛁᚠ, ᛁ ᛒᛟᚨᚱᛞ ᚨ ᚷᛟᛞᛞᚨᛗᚾ ᛊᚺᛁᛈ, ᚦᛖᚾ ᛊᛟ ᛞᛟ ᛁᛟᚢ. ᚨᚾᛞ ᛁᚠ, ᛁ ᚺᛖᚱ ᛟᚾᛖ, ᛗᛟᚱᛖ, ᛏᛁᚾᛁ ᚠᚢᚲᚲᛁᛜ ᛈᛖᛖᛈ ᚠᚱᛟᛗ ᛖᛁᚦᛖᚱ ᛟᚠ ᛁᛟᚢ—ᛁ’ᛗ ᚦᚱᛟᚹᛁᛜ ᛁᛟᚢᚱ ᛗᚨᛜᛚᛖᛞ ᚲᛟᚱᛈᛊᛖᛊ ᛟᚢᛏ ᛏᛟ ᚦᛖ ᚠᛁᛊᚺᛖᛊ. ᛗᛖᚱᛚᛁᚾ ᚨᚾᛞ ᚺᛁᛊ ᚲᛟᚾᛏᚱᚨᚲᛏ ᛒᛖ ᚠᚢᚲᚲᛖᛞ ᛏᛟ ᚺᛖᛚᛚ ᚨᚾᛞ ᛒᚨᚲᚲ, ‘ᚲᚨᚢᛊᛖ ᛁ’ᛚᛚ ᛊᛖᚾᛞ ᚦᛖ ᛒᚨᛊᛏᚨᚱᛞ ᛊᛏᚱᚨᛁᚷᚺᛏ ᚦᛖᚱᛖ ᚹᛁᚦ ᛁᛟᚢ. ᛞᛟ ᛁᛟᚢ ᚺᛖᚱ ᛗᛖ, ᛈᛁᛈ-ᛊᚲᚢᛖᚲᛊ..?" *(Now listen well you little pathetic stupid rat- You and that other lil shit, are going with me like it- or not. If, I board a goddamn ship, then so do you. And if, I hear one, more, tiny fucking peep from either of you—I’m throwing your mangled corpses out to the fishes. Merlin and his contract be fucked to hell and back, ‘cause I’ll send the bastard straight there with you. Do you hear me, pip-squeaks..?)

With that, the Mauler-appearing mage fixes up his expression- from manic, back to the calm neutral mask he’s most known for, clearing his throat. The bat features revert and his voice resumes its soft-spoken, breathless rasp so iconic, just as the short frail man sharply fixes up his coat and scarf. Leaving two incredibly rattled hamsters and unsettled men gaping. The deathly, blood-chilling cold still persists, loomed over the small group like a stifling blanket of suffocating smog. Even Bryon flinched at that tone moments earlier while Eironn winced physically and Valen swallows hard. Checking himself over, the brunet’s squared shoulders drop with relief at concluding he’s still very much alive and in one piece. Yet his heart still hammers and does somersaults under his ribcage with sheer dread.

For goodness’ sake, Valen firmly keeps his tongue behind his teeth. For everyone’s sake.

Blinking a few times flabbergasted, General Hogan finally recovers.. Somewhat, with a cough most awkward, sweating bullets. How he manages to maintain his voice even, is beyond even him himself, but internally prays to every deity out there, that he does not unleash the devilish storm crackling. This old, weathered, man – Bless his heart- still offers another route nevertheless. Watching as the reserved magister very, very calmly stalk towards the docks...and halt at his voice.

—“In that case, you’re better off asking the merchants from the Mithril Consortium. They definitely know the transportation routes well. They’ll surely give you a ride.”

The silence and aura oozing out of the ‘ghost’ still without a sign of lifting is a bad omen. The group originally accompanying the mage ever so cautiously shuffle to approach him and reclaim their places at his side. Hugin quickly glances up at him as though to say ‘Better to shut up, or we’re gutted.’ And yet, Hogan still goes on to push his own luck, playing russian roulette unintentionally.

“Everyone, I hope your journey goes smoothly this time.”

----------------------------------------------------------------------- ________________________________________________________ Autor's note here! Because tumblr doesn't have rune-like fonts, I have to resort to symbols and write a 'translation' underneath. Which is bit of an issue because that's how I convey spells being cast - Like in first arc, Ch 2. >:/ I suppose it is what it is.

[tllgrrl]

Happy 3rd Anniversary!!

In honor of the 3rd Anniversary of the premiere of The Falcon and The Winter Soldier, here is the Fandom Hybrid podcast show and their episode recap/discussions.

[romancomicsblog]

Who should be the new lead of the MCU?

Ever since Avengers Endgame, the MCU has not had a clear protagonist. Whether you preferred Iron Man or Captain America, it was clear both held key roles in the larger narrative of the first three phases and in the Avengers in universe.

While it has been fun to see the various different sides of the Marvel Universe, at some point the lack of direction has made most of the stories feel disconnected and disjointed.

I propose it's time for one character to take the lead and become a central point in the story and more importantly, in the Avengers.

I want to run through some picks that are pitched and may come to mind, and why I think they aren't a good fit, and eventually get to my winner. But first, let's look back at what made the leaders of the Avengers good leads.

Tony Stark - Iron Man

What made Tony an interesting protagonist was how flawed he was compared to the heroes around him. His fear of the future often lead to impulsive decisions that manifested in villains, conflicts, and even the disbanding of the Avengers.

A protagonist with clear distinct flaws is something the MCU is currently lacking. Think of your favorite new phase 4 MCU character, what are their flaws? Because usually it's they go it alone, or they think only they can handle a fight.

While this isn't always the case, there are few that do the flawed hero better than Tony.

His flaws and mistakes often drove the plot of the entire MCU in big ways, so I want a character who decisions can have a similar impact.

Steve Rogers

Steve worked as a lead for the exact opposite reasons Tony worked. He had no flaws. Steve was the moral compass of the team, and the inspiration of the other heroes.

While there are a few heroes who I think can pull it off, maybe even better than Evans, no one has gotten the opportunity yet.

I think one of the benefits of Steve Rogers in the MCU was him being sort of baked into the Avengers/SHIELD. Because he had no other life, he became integrated into every Avengers story.

So a moral hero who is devoted to the life in the same way could help as well.

So let's start with some big hitters:

Peter Parker - The Spider-Man:

Seems like a no brainer right?

Spider-Man being the spiritual successor to iron Man in the MCU and Marvel's biggest character, it makes sense why he would be the new lead.

He is a flawed character who's mistakes often drive the plot. He is a moral compass to other heroes like Doctor Strange, and currently has no life outside of being a superhero due to the events of No Way Home.

And it doesn't hurt that he led the 3rd highest grossing MCU movie of all time.

So we're done right?

Well, no.

Due to Sony's presence and the overarching shadow that is SPUMC (Sony Pictures Universe of Marvel Characters), the threat of pulling Spider-Man can come any day. So having a lead that can be pulled from the universe at any moment doesn't seem wise.

Sorry Tom, next time.

Sam Wilson - Captain America

Speaking of successors, Sam Wilson is a beacon of hope.

While he has only had a little time as Captain America, Sam has exemplified Cap qualities for a while.

He was the moral compass to Steve and Bucky in the Captain America trilogy and Falcon and the Winter Soldier.

While he doesn't have any particular flaws, this worked for Steve, and I think it works for Sam.

My main concern is Anthony Mackie isn't a scene stealer in the same way Evans was. Hell, Steve has another partner with more of a fanbase in The Winter Solder.

While in universe Sam Wilson makes sense, and he should be the leader of The Avengers, I think we can do better for leads of the franchise.

Carol Danvers - Captain Marvel

Who better to lead than the inspiration for The Avengers themselves?

While Carol hasn't had much time in the MCU, she has definitely made an impact. Her movie made over a billion dollars, sparked a spin-off Secret Invasion series, and she played a pretty big role in the final battle in Endgame.

Her flaws are pretty obvious, she is cocky and powerful and believes she can take on any threat solo. While this hasn't been proven wrong yet, I'm sure this will come to a point in The Marvels where she needs to learn to be a part of a team.

My main reason against Carol, and several space heroes, is that they feel disconnected from the MCU. (This is also my way of saying if you thought Thor, Sersi, or Star-Lord were showing up on this list, they are not).

Carol is human, but has spent surprisingly little time defending earth.

We also haven't seen enough Carol where I feel she is the right person to lead. My tune my change after The Marvels, but for now, I'd say we're closing in our lead.

Stephen Strange - Doctor Strange

The (hopefully one day) Sorcerer Supreme has a lot of the qualities a good lead may need, especially for this phase of movies.

Doctor Strange has been a flawed hero, much like Tony, who has had to learn to outgrow his flaws and demons to become a better hero, but often falls short.

Strange has dreams of future mayhem, strong ties to multiple heroes and even has tangled with the multiverse, our next big world ending threat.

As the sworn protector of the Multiverse, and at one point the host of the time stone, Strange is set up nicely to be a threat to Kang.

Where Strange fails me is he feels too closely to what came before. The goatee, the smartest person in the room, the arrogance, this is just Tony 2.0.

While I think he will be crucial to the fight and probably the end of Secret Wars, I think Strange feels too much like echoes of what came before.

Scott Lang - Ant-Man

Scott Langs Ant-Man has been surprisingly crucial to the MCU narrative. He played a big (see what I did there) role in Civil War, was the catalyst that brought everyone back in Endgame, and has recently been the only hero to fight the new big bad, Kang the Conqueror.

Scott has become a fan favorite due to Rudds comedy and heart in the films. He has strong ties to the original Avengers, a direct connection the next villain of the phase, and has become a fan favorite.

But if there's anything the MCU has taught us about Scott Lang, he is much better suited as a team player than a main hero.

The movies where Rudd plays a part tend to be beloved and make money, but as a lead, his franchise is widely considered one of the worst. Like Strange, I think he is set up to play a big part, but should not be the lead.

At this point you may think that I have run out of options, or I never intended on picking a lead, as most actors/characters are likable but don't feel like they have that star quality/character combo we need.

But you are wrong.

Because there is only 1.

Kamala Khan - Ms. Marvel

Kamala Khan is a kid from New Jersey who is an Avengers Stan. This ties her close to all the New York battles and the Avengers.

Her main flaws come from youth much like Spider-Man. She has not been doing this a long time, but she wants to take on the world and be a hero like The Avengers.

While Ms. Marvel has not been around in the MCU for along time, she has become a huge character in comics, animated television, and even the lead of the Avengers video game.

Much like Captain America Kamala uses her hero persona Ms Marvel to inspire her friends, family, and community, which I hope continues on with Photon and Captain Marvel in the Marvels.

Having a young hero lead the Avengers would be a major shift, that leads to more young heroes stepping up, (maybe forming some sort of Champions or Young Avengers).

Most importantly, Iman Vellani is a ridiculously talented actress. Through her show Ms. Marvel, Iman showed heart, comedic timing, and basically carried the show. Imagine what she can do with The Avengers.

Having a young character who was inspired by heroes before, portrayed by a young actress inspired by Marvel and the MCU, playing one of Marvel's most iconic characters feels like an absolute slam dunk.

It honors what came before by creating something new.

Iman Vellani is the right actress, and Kamala Khan is the right character.

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[ao3feed-sambucky]

[podfic] Undefined

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/45162442

by funsized_loser

Original author's summary:

 Bucky swallowed hard and then made his way over to one of the workout machines. He didn’t really need to workout as the super-soldier serum took care of keeping him in peak physical condition, but it felt good to blow off steam. However, Barnes wasn’t really focusing on his own workout, he was too busy watching Sam and Barton manhandle one another.

The logical part of Barnes’ brain said, “Makes sense. Both of them aren’t enhanced. It’s only fair.”

Then, the tactical part of his brain said, “But Sam’s gotta go up against enhanced individuals, so he needs to train against an enhanced individual: A super-solder.”

Lastly, the possessive, jealous part of his brain screamed, “Fuck. That. No one gets to touch Sam Wilson but me.”

Bucky’s possessiveness won in the end. He stopped what he was doing, stood up, and then called out, “Barton!”

Words: 8, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Falcon & the Winter Soldier

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: Jealous Bucky Barnes, Possessive Bucky Barnes, Secret Relationship, Friends With Benefits, situationship - Freeform, Sam Wilson is So Done, Angst, Angry Sex, Podfic, Podfic Length: 20-30 Minutes

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/45162442

[sunflower-named-cyan]

the bird theropist friends

this thought hit me but like both Falcon (now Captain America) from Marvel and Black Canary from DC Universe are the theropist friends. Tell me i'm wrong-

Sam worked, and might still i am very much behind on marvel stuff rn, as a consoler, as depicted in Captain America: Winter Solder. He was send helping a support group of veterns.

Diana Lance, Black Canary, mostly i have seen in from Young Justice, but she is the person that the team goes to for a therapist, like after the mental exercise gone wrong that lead to half the team "dying" in the exercise.

[mysharona1987]

For the record, his wife was not pregnant during The Falcon and Winter Solder.

She got *with child* a few years later on.

Marvel question: John Walker having a kid. After he injected himself with the Super Soldier Syringe.

So is the kid going to be normal…or what?

How does it even work?

Has anyone at Marvel thought about it?

[ao3feed-stevebucky]

Tell Me Honestly

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/586MJzd

by Steve-sweetheart-Bucky-s-doll (Otome_and_fanfiction)

After dating their best girl for a while, Steve and she have already gone to the next step, Bucky however still holds back. One night after being cornered, he shows her why.

Words: 2484, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of FTFTM? What If AU

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Reader

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

Additional Tags: Bucky still has his Winter Solder arm, Polyamory, Bisexual Bucky Barnes, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Established Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Bucky is vulnerable, Smut, What if?, Very minor anal play

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/586MJzd

[thepokyone]

Sleeptalking

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, slight angst

Words: 626

A/N: Here's a fic requested by @team-heichou for a fluffy and slightly angsty Bucky-has-a-nightmare fic. I think it turned out adorably so I hope you like it!

Bucky didn't sleep soundly. For as long as you had known him, he never had. For a long time his sleeping habits never affected you; you felt sympathy for him and the bruise-like bags under his eyes, but he never spoke of his nightmares and you never asked. No matter how you cared for him, it wasn't your place.

Then, after months of tiptoeing around feelings that neither of you felt confident enough to voice, Bucky finally kissed you on his return from a particularly trying mission.

It was easy to be in a relationship with Bucky; you had each other's backs, each smoothing out the other's rough edges. It was you who was there for him after Steve left for good, stranding Bucky in the future to fend for himself. You couldn't remember Bucky ever holding your hand as tightly as he had that day.

You moved in with him that very week. He looked lost and often held you close like a lifeline. You would run your hand gently through his hair, letting him hold you for as long as he needed. There was no words exchanged between you during times like those, and none were needed. Bucky needed you, and you needed Bucky, and it was as simple as that.

The nightmares were the hardest to watch. He was never violent; more often than not, he didn't move at all in his sleep. Sometimes he would wake up screaming, entire body wracked with tremors. You would hold him then, murmuring reassurances and running a comforting hand across his chest and arms.

The ones where he would sleeptalk were worse. You were a light sleeper, so you were easily roused by his troubled dreams, but you hardly cared. Not when he was begging for HYDRA to spare your life, or Steve's, or Sam's, begging not to have his memories taken again, begging for the pain to stop.

It was one of those nightmares, the ones where he would speak as clearly as if he was awake, that woke you.

"Y/N," Bucky mumbled, rolling and reaching for you in his sleep. He pulled you close against his chest, still sound asleep, and murmured your name again. "Please don't take Y/N. I need her, please, no! Take me, not Y/N, please-"

"Bucky," you said softly, placing a hand on his cheek. "It's just a dream, baby, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

Bucky jerked awake with a start, his eyes taking in as much of your face as he could in the dark. "Sweetheart," he said, his voice a soft sigh of relief. He pressed his lips to your forehead, where they brushed against your skin as his words came out in a tangled rush. "They took you, I couldn't do anything to stop them, it was like I was him again-"

"Shh, baby, it's okay. I know you would never let anything happen to me," you soothed, running your fingers through the soft strands of his hair. "I'm right here, I'm with you, I'm safe."

"I'm sorry I woke you, sweetheart," he mumbled as your hand dropped from his hair to brush away the stray tears that dripped down his face. "I should go sleep on the couch, then you could get a decent night's sleep."

"Nonsense, you're not going anywhere. I don’t care about sleep; I want you here, with me."

"But-"

"No buts," you said, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "I'd rather be in your arms than anywhere else."

"Since you insist," he said, his lips pulling into a smile you could only just see in the dark, "I suppose I have no choice."

You smiled too, tilting your head up to brush your lips against his. "No choice at all."

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Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes a.k.a. The Winter Soldier