#he will not take the biting without retaliation nat

[dastodia]

she is here to bitey bite her handsome dragon boyfriend. why? simply out of love, of course.

❛ Oh I see- it's m a t i n g time, is it? ❜

[shurisneakers]

harmless (xiii)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader)

Warnings: cursing, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, smidge of angst, guns, little bit of violence, obnoxious flirting, and kidnapping lol

Word count: 6.2k

A/N: welcome to chaos week >:) this is the first of three updates coming out this week (if i can finish the last one in time).  big thank you to my love @no-shit-sherl0ck for the kidnaped!reader idea, and that one anon who suggested the inator that’s used here. i know you wanted to see it in a zoo but i couldn’t really figure out a way to use that so i referenced it a bunch in previous chapters. oh and also @ginevranights​ for this specific imagery 

Previous Part  || Series Masterlist

Who the fuck kidnaps a villain in this day and age?

Saturday started normally enough.

Nat kicked Bucky’s ass in training, evening the score to 120 and 120. He blames it on the lack of sleep. She tells him that it’s his fault he stayed up late to binge watch 911 Lone Star.

He still thinks it was worth it.

The team’s sunshines and rainbows that morning. Someone had cooked up a batch of pancakes and fresh orange juice. Someone else burnt the bacon but left to feed his dog before anyone could complain.

Nat opened up the newspaper. Different sections went to different people until Bucky got stuck with the entertainment section. Fun, considering that he doesn’t even recognise half the names. He’d have to pretend to be interested until the next rotation.

He watches the orange juice levitate in front of him from the corner of his eye and just assumes that Wanda’s getting a refill even though she could have just asked him to pass it. He smells the next batch of bacon burning and figures that Clint is back.

Sam’s beside him, annoying him about how long it takes for him to read about which new celebrity relationship just ended and Bucky retaliates by reading even slower. Fuck you.

He’s on his second stack of pancakes absolutely drenched in maple syrup when the doors to the elevator open and Marie steps out, laptop in her hand.

An instant chorus of hello’s and invitations to have some charred bacon resound through the table. She politely declines them with a small smile, instead opening her laptop and placing it in front of Bucky without further ado. 

He looks at her questioningly, slowly swallowing whatever was in his mouth.

“An email for you.” She tuts her head towards it. “It has a video attachment of your friend.”

Bucky has plans to not watch the video in front of everyone, given that the content could range anywhere from you reading out fanfiction about him to a deep-fake of him singing a Whitney Houston song.

Both of which you have done before and would do again, without any hesitation.

“Aren’t you gonna watch it?” Wanda asks from across the table.

He slowly shakes his head no, cutting his stack into smaller pieces.

“If what’s in it is real, it’s important,” Marie stresses.

“What’s in it?” he inquires instead, hoping that the team would stop staring at him. If Marie was implying strongly that he needed to watch then something was wrong.

“Just watch it, man.” Sam’s statement has everyone agreeing with him. Bucky can’t refuse now, and if the team makes fun of him for the next month about how he looks good belting Greatest Love of All, he’s going to personally assassinate you.

He clicks on the email, noticing it came from a throwaway address. Probably untraceable, if the cards are played right. 

The video opens to grainy footage, which is stupid considering modern technological advancements. If this is one more of your stupid LARPing sessions, it could definitely wait till after lunch. 

But, he instantly recognises your silhouette strapped to a chair and suddenly the room feels very cold around him. His hand automatically clutches onto a bead from the bracelet you gave him that still remained tied to his left arm more often than not.

“Speak,” someone commands off camera.

“About what?” You sound annoyed, exasperated even.

“Why you’re here.”

“I’m here because you have unaddressed feelings of childhood insecurity.”

“I warned you to take this seriously.”

Bucky’s eyes widen slightly but his body relaxes the minute he reads the situation. 

The team’s crowded around him, he can feel it. His attention remains on the screen in front of him.

“Who even are you sending this to?” You don’t sound the least bit threatened. “My roommate’s not at home but my cat is and I don’t think she’d care.”

”You’ve made a complete joke out of villains everywhere. Fraternising with the enemies, the Avengers,” he spits the name with so much vitriol. “You’ve erased what it’s like to be truly evil. Turned us into a laughing stock.”

“If it takes one person to undermine your whole movement then maybe it wasn’t strong enough to begin with.” You look at someone outside the lens, face scrunching in distaste. “Also your costume’s ugly.”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., can you trace this voice?” Bucky asks, receiving an immediate confirmation. “Figure out who it is.”

“On it.”

“Tell them. Tell them we are a serious threat and are to be feared.”

"No,” you say resolutely. “You’re an overgrown manchild. Go watch Teletubbies or something.”

“She does not give a shit,” Clint marvels at the situation, a piece of half eaten burnt toast between his fingers.

You didn’t. And if he knew you in the slightest, which he prided himself on at this point, you already had six different ways of getting out of there.

“She knows she’s going to be fine,” Bucky murmurs, returning back to take a bite of his pancakes. “She’s probably still there just to irritate him.”

He zeroes in on your wrist to see if the teleportation watch was still there but no, your wrists are bare. Guess you forgot.

“You have to.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s how a real villain does it.”

“A real villain- what are you, gatekeeping the villain community?” You scoff. “You sound like a fuckin’ incel.”

“Just send them a message,” the guy bellows, hitting a table.

“She’s going to frustrate them to death.” An accurate observation, Sam.

“Okay, jeez, fine.”

Bucky just knows that you rolled your eyes at that moment.

He had faith in you, or in your abilities at the very least. While every wisecrack could possibly inch you closer towards harm, you probably wouldn’t be making them unless you felt completely secure in your situation.

“Help, I’m totally kidnapped and in danger. Save me because I can’t do it myself. This man is too powerful and strong and sooo scary.”

“Do you think she has a strategy?”

“Definitely.”

“You’re not worried, James?” Wanda asks curiously. “I thought she was your friend.”

“She is my friend.” He reaches over to take the jug of orange from across the table. “That’s why I’m not worried.”

“Are you going to fight the Avengers?” you interrupt his endless tirade. “Because that’s a stupid plan. You get how that’s a stupid plan, right?”

“Let them come. I’m prepared.”

“With what? A stick you found outside? A Nerf gun? Man, you’ve tied my hands with fuckin’ zip ties, you can’t be serious-”

“Shut up,” he roared and the stand shakes slightly from where he stamps his feet. “Our army is enough.”

“Wow,” you exhale. “I wish I had your confidence, I really do. I want to study you under a microscope.”

“I have reinforcements.” It sounds like he turns to the camera to address it directly. “This is a warning. Your friends have an hour to find you or things are gonna turn ugly. This is what real evil looks like.”

“Evil dresses in a dollar store Speedo, apparently.” The man pays you no heed, instead picking up the camera. “Hey, sarge, if you’re watching this, don’t bother. I’m fine, it’s not even the real me-”

The camera cuts to black.

“When was this video sent?” Nat looks at Marie, eyebrows drawn together.

“About ten minutes ago.”

Bucky clicks out of the email, determined to get at least half his breakfast in him before he left to see what’s up with your situation. A notification pops up immediately.

evilkneival123@gmail.com just sent you an email.

A video attachment.

“We got another one,” Bucky informs the team, drawing their attention back to the screen from the informal conversation that had erupted between them about what they could do.

This time, there’s a subject line included.

Attack on the Clone.

"Ain’t that a Star Wars movie?" he asks, craning his neck to look at Clint.

"That's Attack of the Clones," Sam corrects. "Probably autocorrect."

Bucky narrowed his eyes in suspicion at him, jaw sliding outward before falling back into place. Enough times had Sam called him Fucky in the group chat and gotten away with it for him not to be wary.

“Or a code,” Wanda suggests, too many crime thrillers read and podcasts listened in her spare time. She occasionally brought them over to Self Care Saturday, introducing him to the world of true crime as a bit of light content while they snacked on chocolate chip cookies he baked. “Like the Zodiac.”

“For what?” Bucky peers over at her.

“All I remember from that movie is them rolling around a field together,” Clint mutters. “Maybe that’s how you’re supposed to save her.”

“I’m not saving anyone. Look at her, she’s fine.” Is he the only one who saw it?

When he’s met with skeptical looks and no other useful suggestions, he presses play on the video.

This time it's clearer footage. It hardly takes him a second to ascertain where it was.

"That's her lair." It showed the pathway leading up to the flat concrete building, exactly where the intercom should be.

There was a black Sedan parked haphazardly outside, engine still on judging by the sound of the radio blasting an AC/DC song. 

Within a few seconds, someone drags you from the entrance of the lair to the car, despite your very clear protests and opposition, shoving you inside before it takes off in full speed, tires screeching. 

"F.R.I.D.A.Y., track the car from that video. Check all the CCTV and surveillance footage from around the area that you can find," Bucky commands, taking a sip of orange juice.  

"Why would they send us that?" Clint pipes up. "They make their email untraceable but send us a video of the fuckin' abduction itself?"

"I don't know." Bucky shakes his head, setting his glass down. "She probably convinced them to."

It was an unusual scenario, he realised that. But his eyebrows lower in contemplation, his lip caged between his lip before a thought suddenly occurs to him. A laugh in disbelief almost escapes his throat ad he pushes it down with some freshly cut strawberries. 

"And they listened?"

"I don't think you realise how annoying she can be." He knows, though. He knows. "Bet they regret it, though. I should tell them to keep her for a little longer."

"Voice recognition registers voice to someone named Chad, better known by his alias Soul Crusher. Surveillance footage places the car about thirty minutes away. Exact location sent to your phone GPS."

Soul Crusher. That was worse than Dr. Strange.

"I can make that fifteen." Bucky shrugs, setting down his fork and knife. If his hunch is right, the team didn’t really have to get involved. “See you guys later.”

“Do you want any of us coming with you?” Wanda gestures to the crowd at hand.

“I got it.” He pushes away from the table, depositing his plate in the sink, dropping an extra piece of bacon on the ground for Clint’s dog. “She’ll be alright.”

They watch him trail out of the room briskly, heading up to his room to change.

“Is it just me or is he too casual about this?” Clint continues staring long after he leaves.

“Both of them are weirdos.” Nat pulls open the newspaper again, going back to the sport’s section. “Who knows what goes in their heads.”

“Can confirm that not a lot goes on in his.”

Without Bucky to retaliate or grumble, a Steve walking into the room, sweaty and shiny after training becomes the new subject of jokes that morning.

__

For the first time in months, he’s had to bring a weapon or two along with him. Two revolvers and a couple of knives kept out of plain view. He wouldn’t need more than that anyway.

True to his word, it takes only fifteen minutes to get there, thirteen if he didn’t stop for the chain of ducks that crossed the street.

He’s also dressed in a little more leather than he usually reserves for your meetings. A jacket that brings to act as a windbreaker and tightly laced up combat boots make him look like he either stepped off a runway, or more menacing than usual depending on who was looking.

The GPS points him to an old warehouse near a more subdued part of the city. It was abandoned by the looks of it, and had been for a while judging by the lack of upkeep. Prime real estate.

He pulls off his helmet, hanging it on the handlebar along with his backpack before kicking the stand into place. The bike’s a few metres away just in case they decide to blow something up.

Bucky looks up at the warehouse, assessing the most damage he could do to it if at all it was needed. That thing could barely stand on its own, a grenade would absolutely decimate it. That wasn’t good news for you.

He sighs once before putting on his death glare, straightening out his shoulders into a stature that screams stone-cold, and pushes the door open, gun raised.

A mini-army of people ranging from their early twenties to late thirties stood guard at the entrance, all with rifles pointed at him. He counts fifteen, maybe eighteen.

“Oh, hell no,” a voice erupts from the back, followed by the sound of his gun being thrown to the ground. “No one told me that he was coming.”

Bucky raises an eyebrow, his death glare not shifting and Glock not lowering.

“I’m out.” The same guy raises his hands up to show he meant no harm, slowly brushing past Bucky as he squeezed out of the building.

“You got five seconds to leave before I shut this door,” Bucky gives the rest of them an ultimatum. Not like there was a point anyway. SHIELD was sending down some people to account for the one day rise in new morons. 

They all looked at each other, swallowing thickly before raising their weapons.

“I hope he’s giving you good insurance.” The second he finishes his sentence they all cry out in what sounds like a fucking war chant, launching themselves at him. 

______

“They’re here.” Someone presses his ear to the door as if the gunshots and screaming weren’t enough. 

“Brilliant. We’re ready.” Chad picks up the knife, running his finger along the sharp end. You try to see if you can use your Twitter-ordained powers of manifestation for a paper cut.

“How much are you asking them for?” You put forth a query instead, when it disappointingly doesn’t work.

“Asking who for what?” Chad stops his dumb intimidation tactic for a second. 

“You know,” you insist like it was obvious, “my ransom. How much did you ask them to pay?”

“We didn’t-” He looks around at the other people in the room for confirmation. “-we didn’t ask for any.”

“Because I’m invaluable?” Your head droops to the side in mock flattery. “Aw, you guys.”

“We didn’t think of it,” someone from the corner behind you speaks up, coming to the aid of their boss.

“Now that’s just rude.” You tut, shifting maybe an inch or two in your bounds to try and get more comfortable. “Leaving aside your lack of preparation, let’s just assume he bursts in here, desperate and ready to bargain. How much would you ask for?”

“Three million,” Chad says confidently, gathering a nod and sounds of agreement from everyone else.

“Are you serious?” Your jaw drops, a scoff escaping you. “That’s all?”

His self-assurance falters a little bit, you can see it under his 5 Minutes Craft mask.

“Three mill-” You stop mid-sentence. “With this wiring? Ridiculous. Make it ten, I demand it.”

“We’ll ask for fifteen mil,” Chad proposes, his teammates agreeing again, a little more delighted than last time.

“Ask for thirty, you coward,” you argued. “Thirty million and a jet.”

“You’re not worth that much.” The dipshit diagonal to you pipes up with his unwanted and, frankly, useless opinion.

“And you are?” You whip around the best you can. “Henchman number four?”

“Megedagik,” he informs, standing up a little taller now that he was given some importance. “It means ‘killer of many’.”

“Did you just say your name was Mega Dick?” 

“Megedagik,” he corrects.

You stare at him hard before turning away. “Alright, other than Mega Dick here, does anyo-”

A knife lands right next to your feet, driven at least an inch into the ground. You look up at the guy you managed to piss off within four sentences, his face now a beet red. 

“These are brand new, asshole,” you barked, shaking your shoes around. “You’re gonna pay if there’s even a scratch on it.”

“Permission to kill her?” Meg growls, casting a side eye at Chad.

The boss man looks at you thoughtfully, assessing the repercussions of what might happen. You raise an eyebrow.

“Slow and painful,” he settles. 

A small smirk makes its way onto your face. 

“Title of your sex tape,” you quip as the man in the corner storms towards you.

_____

It’s all a flurry, really. A bunch of inexperienced newcomers versus one of the most skilled assassins the world had ever seen? Ten minutes tops.

Bucky doesn’t do any serious damage. A couple of broken bones but only out of necessity, a lot of concussions, and maybe a bullet wound, or three, here and there. 

Most of the time he spends thinking about things that have absolutely nothing to do with what was going on. He forgot to take his laundry out of the machine. There was a biscotti recipe he had been procrastinating on trying. His succulents needed watering but he could do that once he was back. Was he wearing his good combat pants or was it the pair that had a hole in the pocket?

His left hand thrust outwards to shove someone away while he stuck his right hand into his pocket to check if it had frayed away. The person he pushed slams into a wall with a loud groan and no, his pants didn’t have a hole in them. 

He stops to take a breather, assess what was going on. There are bodies scattered all around, mostly writhing in pain from minor injuries. Someone very bravely stands up, hands posed in front of him in a regular fighting stance.

“You sure about this?” Bucky asks, reaching for one of the concealed knives he hadn’t had a chance of using yet. It twirls rather nimbly between his fingers for something so dangerous, the hilt finally landing in his palm for a sturdy grip.

The man takes one look at the knife before sitting right back down on the ground. 

“Good choice,” his voice drops to an octave lower than his self-esteem. He’s tired of this old routine but it works like a neat little party trick, often getting him the result he wanted. “Where?”

A few fingers point down the hall to the only room whose door was closed.

He makes sure to step over everyone who was lying along the way, ears tuned in to even the smallest of noises just in case one of them decided to attack him from the back. It doesn’t come.

He doesn’t bother creeping down the hallway. With all the ruckus that just went on outside, he’s pretty sure it’s obvious that they had an intruder. 

Bucky kicks in the large steel door with ease, given that it was barely hanging on its hinges. His gun’s raised, muscles tight, and senses on high alert for any immediate threats. 

It lands with a large thud, reverberating through the room. He’s reminded of your first meeting with him.

There’s a chair in the middle of the room with a person tied to it by a mixture of rope and tape. Others found themselves slithering around on the floor in a similar fashion, trying to get out of their bondages.

“Hey, James,” you call out, drawing his attention to you. You were sitting atop a table, legs swinging back and forth without a care in the world, a blade in your hand. 

“You okay?” He tucks the gun into his waistband when he realises that none of the henchmen are going to be going anywhere soon.

“All good.” You hop off the table with a little spring in your step. “Did you bring your bike? I need a ride back to the lair. I think I left the TV on when I was, you know, getting kidnapped.”

“You coulda teleported back home before all of this even happened.” Bucky does a quick assessment of your body to make sure there weren’t any bruises or anything of the sort. “Avoided the whole thing.”

“Don’t have the watch with me.” Odd, since he knows you consider it one of your essentials but it just fuels his theory further. “Besides, if I just quit before we started, they’d keep messing with me over and over again.”

“Do you want me to punch someone’s face in?” He glances around the room at the ones wiggling about on the floor like fucking worms. “I’d be happy to.”

“Nah, I got a few in myself.” You rotate your wrist, other hand still holding onto the knife. “You know what, maybe I’ll have another go.”

He simply makes a noise in acknowledgement before he places a hand on the hem of your shirt, gently reeling you back. “I think you fixed ‘em up real good. That’s enough for today.”

“Fine but only ‘cause you said so.” You huff, looking past him and at the weirdos on the ground. “You hear that? This man just saved your life. Say ‘thank you’.”

A muffled chorus of what sounded like appreciation echoed through the room. Bucky awkwardly looks around.

“Damn right.” You walk over to the guy in charge of the whole event, bending down to his level. “If you ever try to fuck with us again...”

You stare straight into his eyes, unblinking. You hold up the knife to his Adam’s apple. Chad doesn’t dare to move other than the thick swallow.

You raise your finger and flick him in the forehead. “Get a better costume.”

The corner of Bucky’s lip quirks upward.

“Let’s go, sarge,” you announce, standing upright again and making a motion to follow you. “D’you have an extra helmet I could use?”

“Yeah.” He had brought one along in his bag, assuming that you’d need one once he noticed the watch was missing in the footage.  

“Yay.”

The only storage space on his bike was under his seat and it’s just enough for an extra revolver. Clint asked him if it was his way of flirting with someone, give ‘em a quick spin around the city and then show them his gun. If looks could kill, Clint would be 7 feet under. 

“You sure you wanna ride it, though?” He cringes immediately when he realises what it sounds like, waiting for you to smack the innuendo in his face. “We could wait for SHIELD.”

“Don’t really have another choice, Bucky,” you say absentmindedly, strolling out the room as you tossed the knife behind you.

He frowns at your indifference but turns around for a second to look at Chad. The man in question looks back viciously, his grandeur from that morning basically deflated and left to die along with his reputation.

“Might wanna reconsider the name,” Bucky remarks, doing a quick sweep of the area once more. “Soul Crusher.”

He waits until both of you are outside the cell and the door is shut on the ringleader and his circus clowns, handlebar twisted out of place so that they don’t escape for the time being.

“One second,” he calls, touch gently lingering on your forearm to stop you without even thinking twice about it. A famously uncharacteristic move for him.

"Hm?” You don’t even look like you notice his action.

“You sure you’re good?” he asks seriously, actual concern slipping through the question. “Do you need medical assistance?”

“They couldn’t hurt me anyway.” There’s something strange about the way you say it, almost assuredly. “I’m good.”

“Okay,” he concedes, his hand darting back when he realises it was still on your arm. His eyebrows furrow when he realises how instinctively he had reached out in the first place.  He didn’t touch anyone, ever.

“What are we gonna do about them?” you inquire, stepping over someone on the floor to get to the exit.

“Marie told Agent Hill. They’re sending someone over.”

“They’re sending SHIELD for these wannabes?” Someone groans in protest from somewhere and you elect to ignore them. “Ew.”

“Just to make sure confidential information isn’t compromised in any way.” There’s a large bang that comes from the room they just left. Maybe one of them shot their teammate by accident. They were more than capable of doing it.

“I would never,” you exacted a little more solemnly, pushing the door open with your elbow to let the sunlight flood in.

“I know.” He doesn’t realise how dark it was in the warehouse until he steps out into the noon sun. “I’m pretty sure this is more about the fact that you were abducted.”

“For me?” The smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes the way he kinda likes. Something definitely felt off. “I love being class favourite.”

He doesn’t reply, a small grunt as he twists the handle of the warehouse door upwards, effectively jamming it. 

“Can I drive?” You bat your eyelashes at him innocently, disregarding the loud screaming that came from inside as those less injured probably regrouped for a last ditch attempt. 

“No,” he doesn’t hesitate in replying, handing you a helmet and buckling his own securely.

“But I just got kidnapped,” you complained, watching him swing a leg over the bike and straddle it. Okay then. 

“All the more reason for you not to drive right now.” He mentions for you to get on, squinting at the warehouse a few feet away.

“Fine, but next time I’m driving,” you grumble, climbing on the back.

“Do you even know how to?” His head is tilted to look at you from the corner of his eye, voice heavier on account of the obstruction on his face.

The door starts shaking violently and he knows for a fact that it won’t hold up for much longer. Some of those who he had knocked out probably had been shaken awake again for manpower. 

“I can learn.” You take a pause, mischief seeping into your next words. “You can teach me.”

“No.” He didn’t exactly practice what was considered safe, law abiding driving. He just got from one point to another and that’s all he cared about.

“Then I’ll do it myself.” You sound determined. “I’m going to leave a note for us in the lair.”

“You do that.” He revs the engine when something solid hits the metal door. As guessed, their usage of props to push it down faster was coming into play. “Now, can you hold on to something? We need to go.”

If only those idiots just realised that the windows covered by newspapers were right there, ready to be broken.

“Only if you promise to let me drive next time,” you say defiantly, drawing this whole ordeal out.

“Whatever,” he urges. “I promise. Now can we go?”

“Wait for it...” There’s a devilish smile on your face. “One.”

There’s a loud creak as the door finally gives way.

“Two.” The same people you left tied up in the room burst out, almost stumbling over each other in the process.

“Three,” he completes it on his own, not waiting for you to finish because God knows how long you’d stretch it out just for the drama.

Your excited screech of laughter as he narrowly misses a rod that gets thrown at him like a fucking javelin temporarily distracts him from the brain freeze he gets when your arms wind around his waist to hold yourself in place. 

There’s angry screaming and bullets that whiz past in an attempt to get him to stop but a swift turn around a corner, pulling the both of you out of their sight is enough to get rid of them. 

“We should get a few weapons and go back,” you yell over the wind rushing by, barely audible.

“You do that in your own free time,” he shouts in response, yanking you through narrower lanes and less popular streets.

“Maybe I will, you bore.” 

Still, you shut up for the rest of the ride, only grumbling when he stops the bike to tell you that no, you cannot let go just because you want to throw your hands in the air like in the movies.

You hop off when he finally pulls up on the street outside your lair, adrenaline still pumping through your veins. He waits patiently as you unbuckle the helmet, switching off the engine. 

“You gonna drop me off at my door too, now?” You snicker, fingers pulling off the helmet.

He looks at you for a second before dropping the kickstand into place and dismounting from the motorcycle.

“I was kidding.” You laugh, handing him your headgear that he shoves into his backpack. 

“You’re pretty capable of gettin’ abducted along the way.” An absurd notion, considering it’s a short path from the road to the door. 

“Oh, how chivalrous.” You let him tag along anyway, for his peace of mind. 

“My ma didn’t expect any less.” A couple of sharp lessons from Winifred Barnes and Bucky was nothing short of a damn angel. 

You knock on the door three times, crossing your arms over your chest as you waited. 

“Aren’t you the one with the key?” Bucky questions, one hand on his waist. 

The door swung open in the middle of his sentence revealing... you.

Another you.

“Nah, she has it.” Ex-Kidnapped-You raises your head in acknowledgement at Doorway-You.

“Ah.” He fucking knew it. An unnatural sense of smugness blossoms in his chest. 

“Hey,” the both of you said at the same time.

Doorway-You looked way more relaxed, a little less grimy and dishevelled but exactly the same.

“Buck, I see you met my other half,” the you from the doorway greets him. “Or other whole, actually.”

“Sure did.” He sends a glance at Ex-Kidnapped-You.

“You can go on in. Big first day, huh?” Doorway-You refers to the you beside him.

“You wouldn’t believe,” Ex-Kidnaped-You mutters, pushing past the entrance and disappearing inside.

“She gonna be okay?” His gaze trails after your clone.

“Oh yeah, just needs to recharge.” You turn around to make sure she’s fine. “She’s made of some pretty strong carbon, technically almost indestructible.”

No wonder ‘you’ said they couldn’t hurt you.

“Heya, sarge.” You draw his attention back to you. “Always good to see you.”

“Can’t really say the same about you.” 

“Ever the emotional repressor, Mr Barnes. I like this little leather show you got going, did ya wear it just for me?”

He shifts his balance to his other foot, feet slightly wide apart. “Take it that the clone machine finally worked?”

“I was in the middle of celebrating.” You sigh, recalling the events of that morning. “Teleported home for a second to get some champagne and when I came back she was gone.”

“Irresponsible.” He tsks, head shaking in disappointment. 

“Sorry I didn’t take amateur kidnappers into account for my risk factor analysis, Bucky,” you shoot back, pressing on his name for added annoyance. “Anyway, I did the responsible thing. I sent all the evidence I had to you guys.”

“Real clever.” Bucky looks at you in dry amusement. “Attack on the clone? Really?”

“Hey, always make time for a good pun.” You finger gun, lopsided grin on your face. “Did the team like it?”

“They thought it was a typo.” Or a code. He really had Wanda to thank for his big revelation. “Your video didn’t help either.”

“Don’t tell me they couldn’t make out it was me.” You laugh, crossing your arms over your chest.

He doesn’t reply, pursing his lip inwards in sympathy, but more so to conceal a smile.

The happiness drops from your face slowly, horror taking its place. “Don’t tell me they couldn’t make out it was me.”

“Good job, your machine worked,” he adds helpfully.

“C’mon, there were so many differences,” you whine, the success of your endeavour the last thing on your mind. 

“That is your literal clone,” he points out, only to see you- clone you- walk into the giant box in the corner of the room, bright green light emanating from it like a xerox machine.

“How could they not tell the original apart from a copy?” You look genuinely offended. Insane. “Not even Sam?”

“Guess you’re not unique enough.” A rise and fall of his shoulders signify his attitude towards this whole thing. “Think I like your copy better, too, actually.”

“You’re so mean.” You puff in disbelief. “I’m a 100% original. How many mad scientist teachers do you know?”

“Two.” 

“I don’t mean now, that’s not even the-” You poke at his rock hard chest. “You are so much more annoying than when I first met you.”

He thinks it’s good relationship development.

“I have to deal with you every weekend.” He watches your finger drop from his chest. “Picked it up along the way.”

“Boo hoo, talking like you don’t have deep, deep feelings for me.” You roll your eyes. “I see right through you, Bucky Barnes.”

“Can you see the part that couldn’t give less of a shit?” He gestures to himself. “It’s all of it.”

“You think you’re such a comedian, huh?” You narrow your eyebrows. “How did you know she was a fake then, huh?”

Busted.

“Probably ‘cause you didn’t talk as much today,” he dodges. “Actually had some peace of mind for a change.”

“You knew before you got there, you liar.” You push past his fabrications. “You figured it out before everyone else.”

“You literally put it in the title.”

“Yeah, but the rest of the team saw it too.”

“Rest of the team didn’t know you were building a goddamn clone machine for months.”

“You remembered that?” You pulled away, palm over your heart. “Oh, sarge, you paid attention to me.”

His nose twitches.

“You said it, like, eight hundred times.” He could use both his hands to count the number of references you had offhandedly made in the last three weeks alone.

“Why'd you go save me when you knew it wasn't real?” you continue to challenge relentlessly, knowing fully well that he was fibbing. 

“Because you fuckin’ peer pressured me. Had the whole team around me when you sent your little video during breakfast.”

“Just admit it,” you coo, ignoring all his justifications. “You noticed it was fake me right away but showed up anyway because you’re wildly in love with me.”

“No,” he says stiffly. 

“No as in you won’t admit it you have a crush on me, or no as in you didn’t know it was fake me?”

There was no winning this. 

“Good day to you.” He pulls the motorcycle helmet on to hide the expression that plain as day screamed the former of your two options.

“Also,” you bring up indignantly, “she even got to ride the fucking bike and I’ve been asking to drive it for months now!”

“We-” he chooses his words carefully. “-compromised.”

“Oh, you did?” Your voice lowers at the newfound information, interest piqued. “I’m gonna hold you to that then, whatever it is.”

“Doesn’t count.”

“Absolutely does,” you huff. “A promise is legally binding. Blue’s Clues taught me that.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

“You’re my knight in leathery armour,” you swoon, switching sides immediately, “Kinda.”

“See you next week,” he says in farewell, determined to leave before you made it worse. “Try not to get killed by then.”

“Why, so you can do it yourself? Protective much?” You pull him back when he starts walking away, laughing slightly. “Wait a second, you weirdo.”

He sighs, staying put anyway, arms crossed impatiently over his chest.

You pull out the pen tucked behind your ear and slowly tap him twice on each shoulder in a makeshift knighting ceremony. “For your sacrifice.”

He rolls his eyes at the ludicrousness, tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth.

You ignore his lack of enthusiasm, pressing your fingertips to your lips in a small kiss and then to his nose, given that it was the only part of his face you had access to.

“That was for your bravery.” You grin brightly at him and he sure as hell is glad he’s wearing the stupid helmet because he can feel his cheeks light up a bright crimson.

“Thanks.” His voice sounds gruffer than a second ago. He clears his throat.

“Now you’re my knight in leathery armour,” you fawn, nearly falling over yourself dramatically. “Let’s ride into the sunset together. I love you.”

“You’re ridiculous,” he calls out over his shoulder, turning away to return to his bike. “I despise you.”

“But you don’t.”

He really didn’t.

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[nebulablakemurphy]

Miss American Pie

Chapter Five: This Will Be The Day (Finale)

Warning: this series features a romantic Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader pairing.

Summary: Everyone has returned but the battle for humanity against Thanos wages on.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

You wake in a coughing fit, the rubble surrounding you sears your lungs. “Natasha.” You call into the rocks and flickering lights. Clearing your throat, you try again. “Natasha!”

“Here, I’m here.” Her voice is rough, pained.

You push yourself toward the sound, through the dust you can make out her hair. “You ok?”

“Mostly.” She’s laying face up, a few scratches visible.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“I can’t move.” She nods at the piece of collapsed cement. “My leg is broken, you should go.” Nat says, staring up at the sky.

“I should’ve never let you go to Vormir. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” You try uselessly to budge the blockage over her leg.

“What is Vormir?” She asks.

“Doesn’t matter.” You swallow the lump in your throat. “How much do you remember?”

“The red room.”

“Do you remember getting out?”

“No one gets out.” She shakes her head.

“We did.” You inform her. “Yelena did.”

“Yelena?” Her gaze finds yours. “You know Yelena? Is she here?”

“Yes, I know her.” You press your lips together. “She’s not here though.”

“The rest of this building is coming down. If you were really trained in the red room you have to know that.” Natasha frowns. “You need to leave.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“Don’t be a hero.” She whispers. “Let me go, it’s ok.”

“No, it’s not.” You argue. “I won’t do it again.”

“What about Yelena?” Natasha gives you a pointed look.

“She’ll understand.” This is what she would do.

“Hey,” Natasha pushes herself up on her elbows. “Would it be a good thing or a bad thing if a giant man in a metal suit carrying a smaller man and a raccoon appeared behind your head?”

You turn toward the man in question. Scott Lang. “It would be a good thing.”

———————————————————————

Natasha is taken somewhere safe. She can’t fight.

As the strange doctor and his disciples start opening portals you see that you’re not alone. Through one comes Alexei, Melina and Yelena.

Her white suit is pristine, dirty blonde hair held away from her face in ponytails.

On shaky legs you move toward her, taking your rightful place at her side. Facing what lies ahead together.

Yelena catches your hand, “this isn’t much of a welcome home.”

You can’t help but laugh, “pretty cool way to die though.”

“Very,” she agrees. “Natasha?”

“She is a little worse for wear.” You warn her, “but alive…and safe.”

Yelena gives you a watery smile, squeezing your fingers. “And you?”

“A tower fell on me.”

“Of course it did.”

Thanos’ army is nothing to scoff at. Giant airborne creatures hover over his troops. Larger monsters stand in their ranks, space ship overhead ready to destroy.

Steve is almost unrecognizable, covered in dirt, his shield battered and broken. But you know it is time when he gives the order. “Avengers, assemble.”

Fighting is easy, it’s what you know. What you were trained to do. Fight to stay alive, fight for what you believe in, fight with Yelena; for Yelena.

The two of you move together like a well oiled machine. Like riding a bike, even after all this time you could never forget.

“We’ve got company to the left.” Yelena says through gritted teeth, kicking at the alien creature beside her. Dropping an empty cartridge to the ground and reloading her gun seamlessly, firing several shots.

Despite everyone’s best efforts they just keep coming. “Do we have a plan here?”

“Getting there,” Steve replies. “Anybody have eyes on the gauntlet?”

“Yeah!” Clint rushes past you with the glove in hand. “What am I supposed to do with it?”

“Get it out of here!” Tony insists.

“What’s happening?” Alexei shouts over the chaos. “I still don’t have ear piece.”

“Just keep their army away from that guy in the tank top.” You grunt, falling backwards from the force of one of Thanos’ soldiers colliding with you.

“We have to get the stones back where they came from.” Rhodey reminds everyone.

“The time space tunnel is completely collapsed.” Tony points out.

“That isn’t our only time machine.” Lang cuts in.

“Does anyone see an ugly brown van out there?” Captain America’s voice hums through the ear bud.

“I do,” a female voice chimes in. “But you’re not going to like where it’s parked.”

After grappling for far too long, you manage to knock the creature from you. Using your knife to dismember it.

“Next time, we get the cool laser guns.” Yelena yells loud enough to be heard by everyone on the network, as she hauls you to your feet.

“Friday, please add laser guns for the ballerinas to my grocery list.” Stark gives his smart ass remark.

“What’s the word on the van?” Rhodey wonders.

“Working on it now.”

The ship at Thanos’ disposal begins raining fire, no regard for their own troops.

“We’ve got people going down!” Rocket hollers.

“Clint,” you call into the microphone. “How’s that gauntlet?”

“Moving down the field.” The archer replies, “I’m alright too, thanks for asking.”

“Good.” You bite back a smile.

Hell continues breaking loose around you. Glowing circular orbs unfold in the air above, providing coverage from the missiles. You’re not sure if this is winning or losing. It feels like a bit of both.

———————————————————————- Thanos and his army are dusted away. Leaving you surprised and still swinging as the shock wears off.

You won. You. Won.

And you lost.

You lost Tony Stark. The man you’d barely known, but offered you clarity that will stay with you forever.

You lost the Natasha you’d come to know over the five years that Yelena was gone. Some parts of the redhead stripped away for the price of the stone.

But she’s still here. Waiting in the wings to be greeted by Yelena and their little makeshift family. You share a look of understanding when your eyes meet over the blonde’s shoulder.

Others come, Banner refuses to leave her side. Despite the fact that Natasha doesn’t remember him.

Clint falls to the ground at her feet. Breaking down at the sight of his friend, his family alive and well. She doesn’t remember him either, but welcomes him into her arms somewhat awkwardly.

Her expressions flicker from happy to overwhelmed. Hesitant to open herself up to the possibility that she is wanted, needed and loved.

Too confusing for the girl who only remembers the red room. Adjusting to this life will take time.

Everyone begins clearing out, their jobs finished. Rushing home to reunite with their loved ones. Tomorrow will bring about new challenges. The world is in shambles, and so are you.

Steve decides that he should be the one to return the stones. His goodbye tells you that he has a bit more in mind. But this is his life. His choices, not yours.

“Well, I guess we should head out too.” You say after a while. Your car is gone, lost in the wreckage from the explosion.

The setting sun is eclipsed, causing all of you to turn your gaze upwards just in time to see the ship’s door open.

“Is that a raccoon?” Melina asks, pointing toward Rocket.

“Do you want a ride or not?” Rocket shoots back.

“Not the avenger’s super jet, but it will do huh?” Alexei smiles, this is his dream.

“This is better!” A man’s voice carries down from the interior.

“Well,” Yelena shrugs, “if you say so.” She leads the pack up the ramp and onto the ship.

“Fanny and the pigs will be expecting dinner soon.”

“How are they?” Melina asks, “have you been taking care of them.”

“That was me!” Alexei says proudly, bending at the waist to gather Natasha into his arms. “Aye honey,” he grunts, hoisting her up. “You are only little girl in my heart.”

Nat pushes against his chest in retaliation.

“Do you mind if I hitch a ride too?” Clint asks.

“The extra stop will cost you,” Nebula stares blankly at him from her seat.

“They always do.” He remarks, trotting up the ramp.

Bruce paces at the foot of the metal grate, watching the rest of you load up. “I gotta hang back, make sure Steve gets there in one piece.”

“After what happened with Scott the first time I’d say that’s probably the best bet.” You agree, standing near the entrance.

“Yeah,” he smiles, kindly. “Keep me posted on Nat, will ya?”

“I will,” you return the smile.

“I’ll see you around.”

You nod, “I’ll see you.”

The captain of the ship introduces himself as Star-lord, and after a moment without response, Quill.

“Any requests?” He asks, finger hovering over the control panel.

Alexei creeps over to the younger man, quietly relaying a message.

“Alright,” Quill nods. Stroking the keys until a familiar set of notes ring out.

“A long, long time ago-“ The singer croons.

You let out a chuckle.

“I can still remember how that music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance, that I could make those people dance. And maybe they'd be happy for a while.”

“We’re really doing this?” Yelena puts a hand to her head, the corners of her mouth turning upward.

“But February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver. Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step.” The melody carries on.

“It’s your song.” Natasha turns to her sister.

“I can't remember if I cried. When I read about his widowed bride.” Melina’s eyes are far away, carried back to their years in Ohio. Before the world had been so cruel.

“Something touched me deep inside, the day the music-“

“Died.” Yelena joins in, lulling her head to the side to gage your reaction.

You sigh, all of this beyond surreal. But you allow yourself to live in this moment, because you might not get another. “So bye, bye Miss American Pie…”

“Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.” The roaring chorus of voices fills the silence you’ve grown used to. Fills the parts of you that were empty for so long. “And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye. Singin', “this’ll be the day that I die.”

“This’ll be the day that I die.” Yelena sings, her face alight with a childlike glee.

——————————————————————-

Melina, Natasha and Alexei stay with you for a while. A few weeks as Natasha heals and becomes acclimated to her life.

She claims to hate the attention, but deep down you know she’s full of it.

The Ohio house is bursting at the seams with five adults, nine pigs and one dog.

That isn’t enough to keep visitors at bay. Namely Clint, his wife Laura and their three children.

Things feel a bit off when everyone begins moving out. Alexei, Melina, and their pigs return to the farm outside of Saint Petersburg.

Natasha finds herself drawn to New York, with Bruce and the makeshift building he’s using as a lab.

You adjust to the steady thrum that is daily life, with Fanny and Yelena.

After dinner you load the dishwasher, drying your hands on the nearby tea towel before selecting a cycle.

“So how does it feel?” Yelena asks, leaning against the doorframe.

“Hmm?” You turn to face her.

“Being a hero.” She clarifies, a smile playing at her lips.

“I’m not-“

“Oh cut the crap, Y/N. You saved the world.” Yelena narrows her eyes at you.

“I did it for you.” You say simply, because it’s true.

Yelena closes the space between you, “why?”

“You know why.” You whisper as she cups your face in her hands, gently stroking her thumb over your cheek. “It’s ok if you wouldn’t have done the same.”

“I’d do more for you, and worse.” She assures you. “But do you really want to spend the rest of your life fumbling around feelings in the dark when you could have someone who-“

“I want you. I only ever want you.” You beckon her closer. “Anyway I can have you, that will be enough for me.”

Sometimes wires get crossed and you want things you never have before. And she provides them before you have a chance to ask. You give back to her tenfold, so that neither glass is ever empty. That is love. True love, the only way you’ve ever known it.

“I am yours…in every way a person can belong to another.” Yelena breathes, “and then some.”

Series taglist: @jeyramarie @freeshavocadoooo @ilovewinter101 @3and30aresoultwins @yelenabelovv @miphas-trident @1800-fight-me

If you loved this series as much as I did, you can check out the prequel here!

[geistxhund-a]

❝  if you’re gonna keep risking your life for me than you’re also gonna let me patch you up without a single complaint.  ❞

      The coyote leans himself against the grain of his sofa after a gig that went bust, blowing up and nearly taken it with him, he had gotten lucky at first though with avoiding the initial explosion of the trap but had taken a few shots from the ones that had presumably set up the whole strategy. Clearly not knowing who he was considering the small arms fire had only managed to miss vital organs, while some other rounds merely grazed him. Though, what was unlucky about it all? They anticipated him running and had parked their cars only a few blocks down with some guys still stationed, armed with big scary toys, mainly shotguns. Khaz had unfortunately met the end of a shotgun, though fortunately for him, the pellets of the buckshot tearing him up and leaving his middle look pretty mangled, almost like a walking corpse. 

        Khaz would single handedly be kept alive by his augmentation & his sheer determination and will to survive. For once, he had someone waiting for him, who genuinely cares and for once, he doesn’t want to throw it away. Slowly, yet surely the wounded coyote walks himself over to Nat’s apartment in hopes that she’d be home and willing to provide aid. He had torn what was left of his dress shirt and wrapped it around his waist, tying it only so tight enough that it wouldn’t come lose enough while moving but also didn’t constrict his lungs from breathing. He finally steps up to her door and knocks, groaning and panting from the pain he tried his best to muffle himself by biting down onto the inside of his lip but that only caused further issues. The coyote leans against the side of the doorway, though he wouldn’t be for long as his friend would answer the door & see the wounded coyote in a rather critical looking state, even for him, regardless if him limbs are intact. Without any vocal communication she’d take him inside, holding him firmly and applying pressure to his makeshift abdominal-pad. Helping him over to the sofa and lying him down, she begins to get to work, doing her best with what medical knowledge she knows at from what Khaz may’ve told her while pulling bullets out of her back. 

          Over the years, his pain tolerance as lowered and lowered the more he’s pushed his regeneration-factor. The at-home surgery that was taking place, even with a glass of whiskey to numb the pain wasn’t doing it’s far share of pain-killing as each pellet from each individual shotgun shell was dug out and pulled from his midsection, along with the small handful of small-caliber handgun rounds. The gang made a mess of him, an ugly bloodied mess that was unfortunately in a decent amount of pain but trying his best to keep the cussing and thrashing around to a minimum but he was way to injured to work on himself or to openly rely on using his augment. 

❝  if you’re gonna keep risking your life for me than you’re also gonna let me patch you up without a single complaint.  ❞ She spoke, with the slightest hint of annoyance but backed up with a legitimate, caring tone. Nat truly did care for him, listened to him when others wouldn’t and actually give him attention, even if he didn’t ask or was expecting it.  

    “ I’m sorry-- I don’t mean t’ lash out, ‘m just not used to havin’ someone else do the work, not since I was.. young. Probably the reason I don’t like hospitals. ” The coyote would attempt to chuckle, only to have his ribs and entire midsection disagree with his actions and retaliate by sending his nerves not so good vibes. 

     “ I promise not t’ talk back or complain-- I was uneasy at first and it’s still hard t’ overcome it but I trust you to do work on me. One hundred percent, no questions asked.. I’ll keep quiet for ya’, partner. “

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Our Doll 7//Her

B.Barnes x S.Rogers, B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

Series Synopsis | After the events of the horrific past, y/n Stark, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes have finally admitted their feelings for each other. But is life as an avenger whilst dating two super soldiers any easier than anything y/n’s experienced in the past?

sequel Series to Their Doll

Series Warnings | smut, violence, torture, swearing, threesomes, drug usage/substance abuse

Chapter Summary | there’s more to Tony’s past than there seems

Warnings | violence, swearing

A/n | This is a sequel book/series to my fic Their Doll! This book loosely follows the mcu timeline, starting in CAWS in book one and starting just before AOU in this book. Bucky had been recovered and is safe, and Peter was taken under Tony's wing when he was much younger.

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Tony kicked about the barn, letting his feet drag through the thin scatterings of straw that patched the dusty floor. He blew a dramatic exhale through his mouth, stepping closer to the tractor and reaching a hand out, ready to examine the machine further.

"Do me a favour," Tony's eyes rolled, his shoulders slumping as he turned to the unwanted voice, "try not to bring it to life." Nick finished, hands casually in his pockets as he slouched.

"Miss Barton you little minx." Tony mumbled as he distanced himself slightly from the green tractor. "I get it, Maria Hill called you, right?" Tony said louder, turning his head to face Nick and slipping his hands into his own pockets. Their was a brief silence, and Tony spoke again: "Is she ever not working for you?"

"Artificial Intelligence. You never ever hesitated, did you?" Nick snapped without a stutter, both men walking slightly closer towards each other.

"Look it's been a really long day, so how about we skip to the part where you're actually useful?" Tony sighed, closing the gap between him and the former Director.

"Look me in the eye and tell me you're going to shut him down." Fury demanded calmly, unsettlingly so.

"You're not the director of me." Tony shot back.

"I'm not the director of anybody. Just an old man." Fury elaborated as he perched himself on a bail of hay. Tony tilted his head as they shared a moment of silence, eyes trying to gauge a reaction from the other.

"I saw it." Tony murmured, wiping a hand over his mouth. "I didn't tell the team; how could I? I saw them all dead, nick. I felt it. Whole world too, all because of me." Tony gave a tight smile that didn't touch his eyes as he backed away slightly.

"Maximoff girl? She's working you, Stark." Nick claimed. "Playing on your fear."

"I wasn't tricked I was shown." Tony countered, "it wasn't a nightmare it was my legacy; it was the end of the path I started is on."

"You've come up with some pretty impressive inventions, war is not one of them." Nick sighed as he stood himself up.

"I watched all my friends die, and you'd think that'd be the worst part." Tony said softly, eyes sparkling with guilt.

"The worst part, is that you didn't die too." Silence followed, punctuating the statement effortlessly.

"Actually, it was my daughter. She was there and dead, because of me. My selfishness has made such a terrible father that I'm going to kill her, Nick." Tony spoke after a moment, voice weak.

"And here I was under the impression that you didn't like y/n. Actually, if I had to take a guess I'd say you despise the girl." Tony huffed a deep breath, pinching the bridge of him nose and closing his eyes momentarily.

"I don't hate her. I love her, I'm her father. It's just I screwed it up and I don't know how to fix it." Tony admitted, defeated.

"You seemed pretty close to fixing when you got her back." Nick frowned, referring to their father-daughter relationship when y/n was first recovered from HYDRA last year.

"Yeah, well. You know how I get when I drink." Tony said half-heartedly and Fury gave the billionaire a glare.

"You're telling me you lost a relationship with your missing daughter over a couple of champagne glasses? Uh huh." Nick scoffed and Tony sighed.

"She reminds me of her." Tony blurted.

"Her?" Nick inquired, brow raised.

"I was in love. I had a child. Then she left me." Tony said vaguely and Nick raised the brow higher in a gesture from Tony to continue. Tony sighed again, taking a seat on the hay bail that Nick previously occupied before continuing. "I fell in love with this girl, and she got pregnant. So I proposed; she didn't want bad press and neither did I. She said yes, we eloped and she had the baby. A week after y/n was born, she disappeared and I was left with a baby and no clue what to do with it."

"I thought y/n was adopted?" Fury's brows knit together.

"That's what I told the world. No one knew she was mine by blood and I didn't want to have to explain the situation. So I told the world that I found her in the street and took her in as my own - not that I did a very good job of it." Tony finished finally.

"You should try talking to her. It's not too late." Fury suggested.

"It's been too late for four years now, Nick."

...

A smile crept over y/n's lips as she observed her two boyfriends, a fond warmth in her heart undeniable as she watched Steve and Bucky tangled together on the sofa, Bucky's head resting against Steve's chest as the blonde super soldier carded his long fingers through the brunet's longer locks. Their lips held smiles too, and their legs intertwined as the chatter of the avengers filled the house.

Her heart must've melted when Steve brushed the hair back from Bucky's forehead and placed a lingering kiss against his skin, before Bucky tilted his head up and pressed his lips to Steve's in a leisurely, loving kiss. Nat gagged teasingly and Clint chuckled, wrapping his arm around Laura from where they stood to place a kiss to her temple as the woman settled into his embrace. Nat giggled again as Lyla ran into her arms, settling in her auntie's lap and Tony sauntered in the room, closely followed by Fury. Y/n heard the others greet the two and she shocked herself that the presence of her father didn't make her feel any pang of rage or annoyance. Bruce perched himself on an armchair near Nat as Tony and Fury leant in the doorframe.

She finally had a family.

Y/n was looking on from the kitchen, hands submerged in a sink full of hot and soapy water as she glided the little cloth over the dirty pan. She had just finished making breakfast - her apology to Steve and her thank you to Clint and Laura.

She pulled the coal-black pan out of the water, letting the excess bubbles drip off before placing it on the drying wrack with a clang. She shook the excess water off her hands before wiping them on her shirt and stumbling over to the counter where the plate of food sat waiting.

"Can someone help me with these?" Y/n solicited, picking up two plates and breezing over to the set dining table.

Bucky and Steve looked over, before untangling from each other and tumbled off the sofa, standing and making their way over to help her.

"Breakfast is ready!" Y/n announced as Steve set the last of the plates on the table, pulling out a chair for y/n and she smiled at him fondly before sitting down. Steve slipped into the chair beside her, Bucky on y/n's other side.

"This looks lovely, y/n. Thank you." Laura said warmly as she took her seat beside Clint, who finished getting the kids up into their seats and ready to eat.

"Lovely? She might be giving you a run for your money." Clint jested as Laura shot him a look and Nat laughed.

"I'm still your wife, honey. That could change very easily." Laura jabbed and y/n blushed, muttering a thank you as Steve told her how good everything tasted. Bucky mouth as he chewed a mouthful and Bruce began cutting into his food.

"We need a plan." Nick said, leaning back on his chair - not touching his food. Tony nodded as he wiped his mouth with a tissue and y/n could feel steve sigh from beside her.

"All hands on deck. We need anyone we can get." Tony claimed, leaning his hands on the table as they all continued to eat their food.

"Is Peter fighting?" Y/n spoke through a mouthful of eggs, covering her mouth with her hand. Tony scoffed, shaking his head disappointedly at her.

"Peter's only a kid. So no." Tony frowned, ready to move on.

"I'm only a kid, I'm 19. So I guess I'm just expendable, right?" She retaliated, and y/n could see Steve bury his face in his hands.

"C'mon doll, just leave it alone." Bucky mumbled near her ear but y/n was too focused on her dad to hear him.

"If you're old enough to have two boyfriends at once you're no longer a kid." Tony claimed, and y/n's cheeks heated up as Clint smirked and Nat held back a laugh. Bucky chuckled under his breath and y/n shot him a warning look out the corner of her eye. "Any more questions?"

"My contacts all say he's building something. The amount of vibranium he made off with, I don't think it's just one thing." Nick said with an expression clouded with despair.

"What about ultron himself?" Steve asked, Captain voice turned on now. Y/n would be lying if she said the commanding voice didn't send a shiver of arousal dancing down her spine.

"Oh he's easy to track. He's everywhere." Fury brushed off, "the guy is multiplying faster than a catholic rabbit. It still doesn't help us get an angle on any of his plans, though."

"Is he still going after launch codes?" Tony asked, stuff the last bite of eggs into his mouth.

"Yes he is. But he's not making any headway." Nick frowned, arms crossing over his chest.

"I cracked the Pentagon's firewall in high school on a dare." Tony scoffed, and Nick turned to face him.

"Well, I contacted our friends at the Nexus about that." Fury deadpanned.

"Nexus?" Bucky frowned.

"It's the world Internet hub in Oslo. Every byte of data flows through there. Fastest access on earth." Bruce explained.

"So, what did they say?" Y/n inquired, pushing back from her chair to collect the empty plates. Laura quickly stood up beside the girl, helping clear the table whilst the kids ran off to go play.

"He's fixated on the missiles. But the codes are constantly being changed." Nick said, a lace on confusion in his tone.

"By whom?" Tony asked, passing his plate to Laura who collected it from him before placing a stack of them down by the sink, which was still full of water.

"Parties unknown."

"We have an ally?" Nat murmured.

"Ultron's got an enemy. That's not the same thing." Nick clarified. "Still, I'd pay folding money to know who it is." He added.

"We might need to visit Oslo. Find out unknown." Tony muttered in suggestion.

"Well, this is good times, boss, but I was kinda hoping when I saw you you'd have more than that."Nat said with a tight smile.

"I do." Nick said, "I have you." Y/n rolled her eyes and Nat scoffed.

...

"They got Nat?" I gasped, an edge of horror rimming my shocked eyes as Bucky gave me a weakly-reassuring smile.

"They got Nat." He confirmed, voice mellow. "We will get her back, though. I promise you." Bucky's eyes were shining with guilt, his hands invading mine as I nodded through a fake smile.

"I'm fine." I passed off. Both of our heads snapped up when we heard Clint shout.

"It's here!" His voice echoed around the room, and we instantly looked at each other with smiles on our faces.

"C'mon. Let's go see if we can help." Bucky smiled, pulling me to my feet and keeping hold of one of my hands as we walked to meet Tony, Bruce and Clint.

Once Clint and Bucky had hauled the metal box that resembled a metal coffin into the room and got it into place, Tony stood over it with a hand on his chin.

"Is there anything more on Nat?" I asked as my dad strolled back into the room. He gave me tight smile and shook his head.

"I haven't heard." I could see the stress in Bruce's face and heard the barely-audible sigh that passed Clint's lips. "But, she's alive. Ultron would be rubbing it in our faces if she wasn't." Tony settled on, Bruce falling into stride with him as they walked towards the box.

"This is sealed tight." Clint explained, jumping down from where he'd been examining the box. Even Bucky couldn't open it - which was rare since he had both the serum and the metal arm going for him.

"We're gonna need to access the program, break it down from within." Bruce said, tapping the shining metal. Tony stared at it for a moment before turning to face me, Clint and Bucky.

"Any chance Natasha might leave any of you a message - old school spy stuff or assassins' codes?" Tony asked, looking listing at Clint.

"There are some nets I can cast." Clint replied, hands moving to rest on his hips as I walked over to where Bruce was intently looking at a screen. I peered over his shoulder, reading the mass of words displayed. "Yeah, I'll find her."

"We could work on tissue degeneration, right?" I mumbled, but Tony and Bucky still heard it.

"Yeah, but we'd need to find a way to fry the operation system Cho has implanted." Bruce agreed. When we turned to face the others Bucky's face was pinched with confusion and my dad looked hesitant.

"Something wrong?" I sassed.

"Well..." he bang, scratching the back of his neck.

"No!" Bruce protested without a beat, looking up from what he was doing.

"You have to trust me." Tony pleaded.

"Yeah, well. You're not exactly easy to trust right now." Bucky scoffed and I hummed in agreement.

"Our ally, the protecting the military's nuclear codes, I found him." Tony said into the room, flicking his phone before Jarvis' make up appeared.

"Jarvis? I frowned.

"Hello, Y/n Stark. Doctors Bannner, Sargent Barnes." Jarvis greeted us.

"Ultron didn't go after Jarvis because he was angry. He attacked him because he was scared about what he could do." Tony said, he's tiring to the golden-yellow flecks. "So Jarvis went underground. Scattered, dumped his memory. But not his protocols. He didn't even know he was in there until I pieced him together." Bruce and Bucky both scoffed and I rolled my eyes.

"So you want to put Jarvis into this thing?" Bruce said and Tony smiled.

"No, I want you to put Jarvis into it." He said blissfully.

"Nuh uh. No way is he doing that." Bucky said, taking a step forwards.

"And what would you know about it?" Tony scoffed.

"I think you might've forgotten that there's two trained assassins in the room." Bucky snarled and I placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't do this dad. This is where you messed up in the first place." I pleaded, eyes shining with tears.

"Where I went wrong in the first place was letting them get you, y/n. So let us do this and you'll never need saving again." Tony said, walking over to my and placing a hand on my cheek. I slapped it away, eyes narrowed.

"I don't need saving, and I don't need you to tell me what to do. You're not my dad, not anymore, you're just a coward and a selfish, selfish man who can't even consider others." I challenged. "I just - I don't know what's wrong with you! We've tried, so many times, to get you out of your own troubles but you don't listen! You still can't get out of your old ways!" I shouted, tears biting my eyes. I turned around, hoping to bury myself in Bucky's arms.

"Don't turn your back on me!" Tony raised his voice back as I felt the anger bubble higher. I could feel it, like it would spill over like a tsunami. And it hurt - it hurt so bad, made my head throb like never before.

"I should've turned my back on you ages ago! I should've never given you a second chance." I scoffed, letting Bucky pull me into him. But something caught my eye. "Bruce, what are you doing?"

"He's right, y/n, Ultron had won! We have nothing to lose, but this could be our best shot." Bruce explained, fingers darting over screens and buttons as Tony stepped in to help.

"You need to stop! This thing, it's gonna kill us!" Bucky shouted, ready to step forward when Tony turned around, part of his suit around his arm and blaster ready.

"Back off, Barnes." He snarled.

"Not until you shut it down." Bucky growled, ready to lunge forward when I heard the chargers.

"Bucky!" But it was a second too late, and my boyfriend was already sprawled on the floor, hand clutching his right shoulder. "Oh, you've really pushed it now." I said lowly, dangerously as I turned back to face him, the feeling of bubbling rage overtaking me again.

Tony gasped sharply and Bruce's eyes were wide, but I didn't think much of it as I began to hum that lesser-used tune. Just as my dad began to fall to the floor, head clutch in his hands, the sound of Steve's voice behind me sent a crashing wave of calm.

"Shut it down! Now!"

[ravenforce]

Stark Legacy V

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Carol Danvers x Wanda Maximoff x Maria Hill x Reader but Carol Danvers x Reader centric for this chapter.

Summary: Carol takes her motto to heart: higher, further, faster.

Word Count: 3515

A/N: I am so sorry for being on hiatus for the past few months but I’m back. I hope I did Carol justice on this one. Let me know what you guys think, please. xx

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4  | 6

***

You arrived bright early the day after you signed up to be the newest agent at SHIELD. You were just entering the command center when you bumped into your immediate supervisor, Deputy Director Hill. 

“Agent Stark-” The millisecond that it took her to glance at the watch behind you told you she wasn’t expecting you to be early again but Maria remembered she promised to stop having preconceived notions towards you based on her knowledge of your brother alone. She smiled genuinely. “Good morning.” 

“Good morning -” You hesitated. Maria motioned for you to follow her. 

“Agent Hill is fine.” Maria rounded a more secluded corner, you fell in-step with her. She eyed you sideways. “Maria when no one else is around.” 

You cocked your head to the side in silent question. Maria shrugged. “Can’t have other agents thinking I have favourites.” 

“You have favourites?” You asked teasingly. Maria stopped in front of a huge glass door with one side open to reveal the gym. 

“I do not.” You looked at her with bright eyes, and she knew you didn’t believe her. She rolled her eyes at you playfully. “I do however want to be your friend.” 

That stopped you from teasing her further and staring at her intently for a minute. “I would love that,” you said sincerely before walking deeper inside the gym. Maria watched you talk to some of Agent Colson’s team for a few minutes, making sure no one will give a weird treatment. 

“I think you might actually have a favourite.” 

Maria didn’t even flinch when she heard Carol’s voice behind her. “Oh shut up, I -” Carol cut her off by wrapping her arms around her waist and giving her a soft kiss on the cheeks. 

“You don’t have to explain your crush to me Mar,” Carol said while leaning her chin on Maria’s shoulder, watching you now too. “Besides if you explain, you’ll be late for your meeting with Nick.” 

Shit. She almost forgot. She immediately untangled herself from Carol’s arms and gave the blonde and quick kiss on the lips. “Keep her company will you?” 

“But I’m busy -” Carol tried to reason.

Maria who’s almost at the corner stopped to look at her girlfriend sternly. “You wouldn’t be here loitering around if you are.” Then she’s gone.

***

Being asleep for a long time, made you rusty when it comes to social interactions but not any less perceptive. You can feel everyone staring at you since you walked inside the gym, you can feel that people are wary of you. You guess, the word does travel fast. Thankfully some of the agents from Agent Colson’s team saw you and waved you over.

“Hey! We heard you’re officially on board,” Agent Simmons, you remembered, said cheerfully.

“Welcome to the fam,” Leo greeted sincerely. You smiled softly, “thank you.”

“Are you here to train?” Agent May asked.

“Yes but no one wants to train with an inhuman.” You hide the awkwardness with a smile, subconsciously waiting for someone to flinch.

“Ugh,” Agent Grant moaned. “Would totally want to spar with you-”

“Me too but we’re about to go on duty,” Leo interjected.

“Next time,” you said with a smile. You like this team, they’re all nice and genuinely warm. Colson’s team was just about to exit the gym when Carol walks in.

“I’ll spar with you.” Everyone stopped and stared as the blonde continued to walk towards you with the confidence and swag only an Avenger can muster. “Unless you’re scared.”

You let out a full belly laugh, cutting Carol off. Instead of being offended, she was enthralled by how realistic it sounded. She wanted to hear it again. More importantly, out of the blue, she wants to be at the least one of the reason for you to laugh again.

“You’re on, Captain,” you said hopping on the mat with her.

***

Carol looked you up and down unabashed. Had you been fully human, you would have blushed with the way she checks you out openly. You cleared your throat to gain her attention. “Rules?” you asked with a confident smirk to hide your nerves.

“No weapons of any kind.”

“That’s it?” you asked while wrapping a bandage around your knuckles. You didn’t really have to but it gives you some sense of normalcy.

Carol shrugged. “Too many rules take the fun out of everything,” she said cheerfully.

You chuckled, making Carol cock her eyebrow at you. “I guess that makes you the fun one, huh?”

Carol made a lightning-fast move to cover your mouth. “Don’t let them hear you say that,” she whispered while pretending to look around for her girlfriends.

You rolled your eyes playfully before, in an equally fast move, you threw Carol down the mat. Carol gaped at you from the floor for a minute before breaking into a grin. You offered her a hand but instead of getting up, she pulled you down with her and rolled around until she pinned you in the mat. You groaned and it took a little longer than usual to shrug Carol off of you.

“Not bad, Stark. Where’d you learn how to fight?” Carol asked smiling while you two circle each other.

“Tony insisted that I take lessons before I started school.” You blocked a heavy punch to the side of your face. “He said I’m not allowed to use my inventions on other kids, so I’d have to learn how to protect myself another way.”

“Smart,” Carol commented unnecessarily since everyone knew Tony’s beyond smart; he was a genius.

You kept attacking each other with unrestrained force, rendering the rest of the agents who were doing their morning routines to stop working out completely. You caught a glimpse of the little audience gathering at the edge of the mat from your peripheral, distracting your momentarily. Carol used the opportunity to land a heavy blow on your left cheek.

An audible crack can be heard from the stillness of the room, followed by a collective gasp.

“Oh my God, Y/N,” Carol worried. “I’m so sorry. I got carried away.”

Carol chewed at her bottom lip when you wouldn’t lift your head and meet her eyes. Then you started giggling. “Y/N?” She asked softly.

Carol’s forehead crinkled adorably in confusion. You silently thank the universe for being inhuman because had you been otherwise, you surely would have been vomiting blood by now. You’re also thankful that Tony used only the best materials available in the world for you shell because had any of it been subpar, you’re sure that your cheeks or even your whole skull would have cracked.

Then you looked up at Carol with a smile. “Again,” you said while going on a fighting stance.

You used Carol’s hesitation to launch an attack. Carol struggled at first, overwhelmed by her momentary worry and the sudden increase in your speed and strength. Carol smiled realizing that she just found someone she can spar without holding back. Before she can retaliate though, Maria’s voice cut through the room.

“Enough you two,” she said calmly. You and Carol immediately dropped your fighting stance to regard Agent Hill. You just noticed then that Carol’s heaving, you bite the inside of your cheeks to keep yourself from smiling. “Agent Stark, clean up and meet me at the command centre after lunch.”

You nodded before thanking Carol for her time and hopping off the mat. “Spar again, soon?” Carol asked hopefully before you can exit the room. You just smiled at her and nodded. The rest of the morning stragglers went on their way to the showers to clean up as well, leaving Carol and Maria alone.

When everyone was out, Maria threw a towel to her blonde girlfriend’s face. “Just how long were you two at it?”

Carol grinned before sitting down. “Around after you left,” she answered before chugging down a bottle of water.

“Four hours?” Maria nearly yelled in her surprise.

“I guess.”

Maria stared at her girlfriend for a while. None of the Avengers ever trained with Carol that long, not even Natasha. Her surprise turns into a warm smile as she watches Carol smiling softly to herself.

“Oh Mar, she’s amazing!” Carol can’t stop herself from gushing about your strength, your fighting techniques, and your elegance. “Dare I say, she’s as elegant and deadly as Natasha.”

Maria smiled, wondering what Nat would feel if she heard Carol say that. She listened intently and patiently as Carol talk her head off about you all the way to her office where they’re supposed to eat lunch together.

“What?” Carol asked after she sat across Maria’s massive table. Maria opened multiple food containers in front of them.

She looked up at Carol. “I’m not giving her up to The Avengers,” Maria declared confidently.

Carol’s smile was wicked. “Not yet,” she challenged.

“We’ll see about that.”

***

Ever since the first time you two sparred, Carol always finds an excuse to go to the HQ to train with you. You really don’t mind, spending time with Carol, albeit just in the mat, is surely always fun. Captain Marvel is fun. She’s a perfect combination of chill yet intense when need be. She’s also ridiculously flirty, which you chuck as just within her nature and not because she’s actually attracted to you. 

But most especially, the reason why you absolutely love spending time with Carol was that she doesn’t treat you any differently. Some of the agents at work are either too polite because you’re a Stark or too aloof because you’re inhuman. You appreciate her and Maria for making you feel a certain degree of normalcy, and more importantly, they make you feel like you belong. So when Carol showed up at the Stark Tower on your day off, you welcomed her with a bright smile. 

“Hello Captain, what do I owe the pleasure?” You voice heavy with teasing. Carol tried not to think too much about the way you said the word pleasure but by the growing smirk on your face, she knew she wasn’t doing a very good job at hiding how that simple word made her hot all over.

She cleared her throat before speaking up. “I bumped into Happy at HQ and he told me that today’s your day off,” she trailed off a little when you closed the hood of your car and stood beside it, revealing your choice of outfit for the day. You watched her take in your simple grey shirt, denim mini skirt, and black boots. You cleared your throat, and you chuckled when she visibly shook her head to clear her thoughts. “I was just wondering if you want to do something fun today?” 

You wiped the grease from your hand using a dry towel before walking up to the blonde. You stopped a foot away, making Carol sweat unnecessarily. “I would but you have to be honest with me first,” you whispered, holding her beautiful hazel eyes. 

“Always.” 

“Did you really bump into Happy or were you looking for me today?” 

“Shit. Happy snitched on me, didn’t he?” Carol groaned, making you laugh. Carol crossed her arm and pouted. 

“Do I need to change for where we’re going?” You asked walking pass the blonde to go inside your suite. Carol turned just in time to have a perfect view of your ass in denim mini skirt. You laughed again, having perfectly timed your walk. 

“Yes, change to your Phantom suit.” 

That made you pause and turn back to her. Carol shrugged with a huge smile on her face, not giving you any clue at all to where she’s taking you. 

***

You gaped at Carol when you landed on her idea of fun. You took your suit’s helmet to have a better, unobstructed view of your surroundings.

“No fucking way,” you said in pure excitement while moving in circles to take in everything.

“It’s not much now since it’s been abandoned for a long time but -”

Carol didn’t get to finish her sentence before you cut her off by jumping at her and giving her a tight hug. Carol wished to whatever higher entity there is out there for you not to hear or feel how hard her heart was beating in her chest at the way you feel against her arms.

“Are you kidding me?” You still didn’t extricate yourself from her. “You brought me to a freaking space station.”

Carol chuckled. “Abandoned space station,” she corrected with a smile.

This time you untangled your arms from around her, much to Carol’s disappointment. “Semantics,” you said before walking ahead. Carol watched you look at everything with childlike wonder. “I never thought I’d ever been able to step in one.”

“Oh don’t be modest, given your intelligence and credentials, you totally could,” she countered earnestly.

“Maybe but I like working at SHIELD.”

“Why?” Carol asked. Not because doesn’t think you’re fit for the job but because she’s genuinely curious. You can be anywhere in the world, yet you chose to stay and sign a contract with SHIELD.

You run your fingers across the decaying console on the main deck before looking ahead, into the stars before turning back towards Carol, with your ass and hands resting on the edge of the table. “I can protect the people I love better with SHIELD than all alone.”

“The people you love?” Carol stepped closer to you.

“Pepper, Morgan, Happy…” you paused to watch Carol inch closer to you some more. “…and my friends: you, Nat, Maria.”

“Are we friends, Y/N?”

You tried to hide it but you visibly gulped at her proximity. “Aren’t we?” you asked, lips curling into a soft smirk.

For the past few months, this has been your dynamics with Carol: playful banter and harmless flirting. You’re used to it by now but the longer it goes on, the harder it is to ignore your growing attraction to the blonde. Which would be totally fine, if she’s single but you have to remind yourself every day that she’s not.

Carol had to step back too to ground herself. She’s moving too fast, she knows it. She knew she had other people to consider too. Apart from Maria who’s obviously on the same boat as her, she hasn’t really talked to Nat and Wanda about her attraction towards you. She knew Maria hasn’t mentioned anything yet either because it’s too early.

“We are,” she whispered.

“Good, I’d really like that.”

Before Carol can say anything, her stomach grumbled loudly. She turned beet red while you started laughing. Just like that the tense atmosphere’s gone. You took her hand and led her back to the ship. “Thank you for taking me here, Carol but I think it’s time to go home.”

Carol’s relishing the feeling of your hand in hers when her stomach protested again. She joined in when you started laughing again. “I don’t need to be told twice,” she grumbled playfully before pulling you to a run.

***

Carol walked into the command centre after her appointed meeting with Nick to see if Maria wants to grab lunch together. She faltered on her step when she saw the worried face Maria was sporting.

“Hey-” Carol greeted cautiously. Maria turned back and gave her a quick smile.

“Hey. Meeting’s over already?”

Carol ignored the question and stood next to her girlfriend. “What’s wrong?”

Maria’s eyebrows crinkled together further. “Nothing,” she whispered before turning to the monitors in front of her. Carol was just about to ask where you are since you’ve been working closely with Maria since you started a couple of months ago when Carol saw your name on the board.

Suddenly, she understood why Maria look worried. “Why is Y/N out with Agent Colson’s team?” Carol tried to hide the concern in her voice but Maria knew better.

Maria sat in her swivel chair. “They’re down one person for today’s recon mission. Nick decided she’s ready for fieldwork,” Maria sighed.

Carol took a deep breath. She knows that you can very much handle yourself out there but it doesn’t mean they can’t be worried.

“She’ll be fine.” Carol and Maria looked behind them. They’ve been so engrossed in worrying about you, they didn’t even hear Happy approached.

“Need I remind you that she’s a Stark?” Happy asked smiling. Carol chewed on her bottom lip. “Besides, she trained with only the best around here.”

That made Carol and Maria relax a little. “She will be fine,” they both murmured to themselves before their phones simultaneously lit up with a message from Natasha, asking them to meet them in town for a quick lunch.

***

Carol was having a quick trip off-world to check on a nearby planet when she received a message from Nick. She left a sizeable crater on the lawn of the HQ when she landed, almost knocked down a wall, and almost took off the door from its hinges in hurry to get to you. Carol’s heartache when she saw you on a hospital gown, lying side by side with a sleeping Maria.

“Hey,” you whispered as not to wake up the agent beside you.

“Hi,” Carol greeted back. She wanted to move towards you but her knees felt like lead as the adrenaline leaves her body. “You’re safe -”

You smiled sheepishly. “I’m so -”

Carol cut your apology off by nearly tackling you and Maria out of the bed. “Settle down, Carol. She’s alright. She’s home now,” Maria grumbled, cuddling next to you further; face buried in your neck.

Carol looked at her sleeping girlfriend “I think the repair stressed the living daylight out of Maria,” you whispered, squished between the two women.

“You think?” Carol hopped on the bed, squishing herself on your other side. “She’s been worried since you left for the mission.”

“I’m sorry. It was an ambush,” you started to explain but Carol started snoring softly with one arm and leg swung over your body cut your explanation off.

You were smiling to yourself when Natasha entered the room with a quietness that only the Black Widow can do. Your eyes met, Natasha looked a little conflicted. “Shouldn’t you be the one sleeping?” she asked teasingly.

You shrugged with a smile. You patted your lap. “You look like you can use a nap too,” you said softly.

Carol and Maria opened their eyes momentarily to look at their redhead girlfriend, and together they patted your lap before resuming their previous sleep position.

[19mrs-barnes17]

Redamancy

Summary: Bucky Barnes to the rescue, much to your surprise.

Part: 1/1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: stood up

Word count: 1,902

A/N: enjoy another match of dialogue prompts and character pairings given to @cantnkrusshedevil​ to match up. This is 3 of 9.

~

Dread begins to fill your gut as time slowly ticks by, tick by tick. The only thing keeping you there was denial and guilt, so desperately clinging to the benefit of the doubt. Your date was kind, intelligent, and fairly handsome. He had bumped into you at a cafe and thrown the line that he owed you a cup of coffee. It had been ages since someone had flirted with you, so you played along and let him buy you a new drink. He was funny and charming, completely sweeping you off your feet. 

Tonight was the night he had asked to see you again. This was the diner he had asked you to meet him in because it was close to his home and his favorite, a place he wanted to show to you. And the time? Well, it was 40 minutes past the time he had given to you, and 20 past the time that you had sent him a text asking if he was still going to make it. You were growing impatient.

The waitress had a sympathetic look as she placed a slice of pie in front of your coffee cup, whispering that it was on the house with a wink. Somehow the gesture made it all the worse, reminding you of the most likely truth. 

You take a bite and slide your phone from your jacket pocket.

This is bogus.

What is?

It's been 40 minutes and he’s a no show

You serious?

They gave me a free slice of pity pie

Ouch. I’ve got you, rescue is on the way.

You’re the best Nat

Duh.

Feeling a little better you slid your phone to the side and began working your way through the pie slice. Pity or not, it was delicious.

In the next ten minutes you sat scrolling through your phone and sipping coffee, doing your best to try and salvage the night. At least Nat would arrive soon and turn this into a girls night. She had done this a few times now, always able to turn the night around and make you forget. If not for her superpower you would have lost a lot of time to Netflix and your fridge. 

Your gaze snapped up when the bell chimed and the eyes you met surprised you greatly, their crystal clear color setting you at ease. He made his way to your booth with a sympathetic smile and you threw a sugar packet at his face. Perplexed, Bucky cocked his head and furrowed his brow with an incredulous smile tugging at his lips.

“If I get another sympathy smile or look of pity, I swear.” He shook his head and muttered an apology, before flagging down the waitress. “What are you doing?”

“You haven’t eaten right?” 

“Only a slice of pie, glad your date finally showed.” The waitress gave Bucky a look before turning to you for your order.

“Oh, he’s not my date.”

The waitress smiled apologetically, scribbling down the order as Bucky began to read it. 

"What are you doing here?"

"Nat sent me to be your date like she usually does." You arched a brow and shook your head. 

"We make it a girl's night, not a date you goof." He face palmed.

"She set us up." You laughed, shaking your head again. 

"Me and you? No way, if she wanted that she would have shoved us at one another a long time ago." Hell, she would have done it freshman year of college when you two met him. 

"Wait. Think about it, she was the one who introduced us. I had met her that morning." Your eyes widened as your mind began to run through all the scenarios in which the three of you always seemed to end with just you and Bucky. 

"She's the one who invited you to that camping trip, knowing full well I was the only single." 

"And whenever we drove anywhere she always had me drive-"

"And wanted me to sit up front!" Both of you looked like crazy conspiracy theorists the way you were pointing at one another bug eyed. "She must have hit her breaking point."

"What makes you say that?" You poke at at his face with a scrutinizing look on your face.

"I know there's a brain in there, it got me through Calculus." He grabs your hands as smile tugs at his lips, you feel a strange flutter from the combination.

"I mean it, what makes you think she's had one." Your hands are still in his grip and your brain is on the fritz. "Y/N?"

"I-uh, it's just a bit on the nose isn't it? She tells you it's a date and all she texts me is that my rescue is on the way?" The food arrives and it's in that moment Bucky realizes he still has your hands in his. "Its a blatant set up, she's usually more subtle."

"Well she was going out with a guy tonight, so maybe she had no choice but to go big or go home." 

"What a sneak, we'll have to retaliate." Bucky froze as he held up a fry, a mischievous smile stretching across his face. 

"Send her a text."

"Saying?"

"Here let me." Bucky maneuvers himself to your side of the booth and pulls up Nat's contact. 

Are you sure you sent the right diner?

Yes, why?

She's not here Nat

What do you mean? 

The place is empty, I asked the waitress if they saw her and they said she left not long before I got here

Don't fuck with me Barnes, is she seriously not there?

Nat the place is a ghost town

Your phone begins to ring but Bucky snags it and answers.

"Well this isn't a good sign." Bucky holds a finger over his lips, smirking at you while Nat's voice slips into a panic. "Oh there's no need to go to the police."

"What the hell do you mean? She's out there alone and without her phone!" Bucky sighs before handing the phone over to you.

"Perhaps you shouldn't have set her up right after she was stood up. " 

"Oh that's it, you're both dead when you bring her home." She hangs up and immediately the two of you are giggling like idiot's.

"Well, what should we do before death row?" Bucky wiggles his eyebrows which only prompt more laughter.

"Well if we're supposed be on a date… take me to your favorite place. This was his." You gesture to the diner vaguely before slumping back in your seat.

Wordlessly he slips some bills onto the table, taking your hand in his before leading you out the door. You silently allow him to drag you around before stopping at a pier.

"I can't take you to my favorite place because it's in Brooklyn and closed at this hour. But I can show you this place." 

He sat on the edge of the pier and you followed suit, watching as the sun finished setting. A golden light fell over the two of you, basking your skin in a glowing tone. Bucky's eyes fluttered shut as he took in the light, the curves of his jaw and the chestnut hues in his beard highlighted by the rays of sun. He looked ethereal.

He peeked out of one eye, glancing to the side where you sat watching him rather than the sunset. He smiled softly before closing his eye and tilting his head back. His hand rested atop of yours, a smile tugging at your lips as an idea popped into your head.

He was in the water so fast he had not time to react, other than a surprise grunt as he tumbled forward. You were quick to stand so he couldn't reach you to pull you in. Bucky held onto the dock with one arm, the other reaching out toward you.

"Not even gonna help me up? The water's freezing." You shake your head smiling down at him.

"Ouch doll, really hurting my feelings." He pulls himself from the water but you're already running. He's faster. 

It's seconds before he catches up, arms wrapping around your midsection and you squeal at the cold touch. Bucky picks you up bridal style and runs to the end of the pier before jumping as he tossed you.  You scream in delight before coming in contact with the icy water. 

"I guess that's what I get for having the habit of leaving phones on shore." Bucky shakes his head, his hair whipping water as it moves. You squeal as it hits you in the face, giggling as you send a wave that hits him. 

"Guess so. But you were right, this is cold as hell." Bucky pulls himself out and kneels down extending his arms to wrap around you. He yanks you from the water and falls onto his back, head smacking into the wood with a groan. 

"Are you okay?" You turn his head, parting his hair to check for injury. "Just a bump."

When he rolls his head over you notice the proximity between you, eyes stuck on his bright blue irises. Both leaning in at the same time, lips meeting halfway before moving together. Your hands cupped his cheeks while his hands held your dripping hair out of the way. 

"Guess Nat was onto something." Bucky smirks up at you.

"God she's never gonna let this go." You mumble against his lips, an excited spark igniting in your chest as you kissed him. 

It was beginning to get very dark out, Bucky growing tired of waiting to air dry and starting to walk you to the street. He pauses before glancing down at you and smiling softly.

“To make this an official date, I’ll walk you home.” You knit your brow and gave him an odd look.

“Was that not originally part of the plan? Because if so… rude.” He playfully shoved your shoulder before reaching for your hand and leading you home. “I guess I won’t be needing another rescue anytime soon.”

“I’ll try not to be offended if you do.” You smack his chest, leaning into his side while he wraps an arm around your shoulders and your head rests against him. 

“Wait a minute. Does this mean I finally get to ride on your motorcycle?” Bucky stops for a moment to look down at you with the most perplexed expression.

“You could have done that before…”

“What?!” You tilt your head back to look him in the eye. “James Buchanan Barnes, does this 

mean that I am the only one who hasn’t been on it?”

“Frankly, I’m not comfortable answering that question with us standing on a bridge. But, yes.” You gasp and detach from him, hand over your heart. “Why didn’t you just ask?”

“Nat told me you only let your girlfriends ride with you!” Bucky chuckles, leaning against the rail with his hands in his pockets. “You owe me a ride.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Something about the way he said that, his tone and demeanor, just sent a shiver down your spine. One that had your knees turn weak and your heart drumming.

Walking up to him you grabbed a hold of his jacket, pressing your body up against his with a wicked smile as your lips found his and your tongue slid inside. 

This was going to work out just fine...

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Masterlist: One Shots

Sorted by character, newest first within each character grouping.

Bucky Barnes

The Long Way Home

Stranded on a mission, you and Bucky are none too pleased with the alternative transport, so you take the long way home.

Fear 

When Bucky is out, someone comes for him in the home you share and you must defend yourself. Problem is, you’re no hero and you don’t know if you can morally compartmentalize like one.

Catastrophe in Color 

Your elaborate plan to confess your feelings to Bucky backfires in the worst way when the pair of you get way too competitive over a game of paintball.

Pick Her Poison

Coffee shop meet cute: Bucky tries to convince you to have coffee with him.

Pup Cups & Howling Karaoke

You catch Bucky and his service dog goofing around on a day off and decide to butt in on their afternoon.

Misshaped Memories

You’ve grown old holding tight to the precious memories and promises of a young man in Sergeant’s stripes who never came back from the War. That is, until his face is all over the television for beating Captain America into a coma.

Driving (Me) Crazy

You might be dating the most prolific assassin of the century, but you’re the menace of the road. You’re a raging, crazy driver, and sometimes it bites you in the ass.

To Steal A Kiss

As a mild criminal, you make a bold move to pick-pocket a suspicious looking stranger, but you may have picked the wrong target.

Pulling Strings

You and Bucky set out to annoy each other during your respective down time and get more than you bargained for.

Reckless

While living in Bucharest you get involved with a quiet foreigner. When the past he always fears comes looking for him, you get swept up in the mayhem.

Trouble 

👀 Smut warning

While Bucky’s away for work, you send him some taunting messages. When he returns, he decides it’s your turn for a little teasing.

Night Walks (Part 1 | Part 2)

You like to take late night walks to de-stress, you meeet a stranger named Bucky who does the same.

Sleep Deprived

You’re exhausted and really just need some sleep but Bucky’s had the boys over and they’re nothing but trouble.

Forever and Almost Always

Bucky is the ex you keep going back to. Some flames just never quite die.

Messy

Bucky helps you make dinner and it gets a little messy and a little flirty.

Warm Up 

👀 Smut warning

You’re house-sitting for Tony Stark over the holidays and there’s an unexpected fellow house-guest. It doesn’t take long to warm up to each other.

Holiday Party

A holiday AU in which a very affectionate Bucky asks you a very big question.

Gingerboom

You’re an elementary teacher and Bucky accidentally destroys your prized class project just before the holidays, but he tries to make it up to you in a big way.

Girl’s Night 

Nat and Wanda conspire to get you and Bucky together by getting you a little drunk during a girl’s night in.

Payback 

👀 Smut warning

During a game-night-in Bucky’s competitive nature gets the best of him and he decides to cheat by giving you one hell of a distraction, but no good deed goes unpunished.

Pause 

Bucky interrupts your day to relax so you play a small joke on him and he retaliates. 

Timid

After an unexpected evening with Bucky, you spend the next few days avoiding him, too nervous to face the uncertainty of the inevitable conversation, and completely unaware that he is trying to ask you out.

Night Out

👀 Smut warning

Just your dime-a-dozen getting jelly in the club and going home to bang it out fic.

I Choose You

You and Bucky have a little time to relax on our own.

Unsafe

You attempt to help Wanda remove the HYDRA programming from Bucky’s subconscious. It does not go well.

Feels Like Losing

A dangerous mission follows an embittered argument. Bucky lives to regret it.

Steve Rogers

A Safe Place

Steve Rogers has never been afraid of sacrifice, especially for the ones he loves. This time, when he might really be lost, what sacrifices will you be driven to for love?

Bad Things

Steve is falling harder by the minute for a woman with whom he has only a casual arrangement. She has a secret of her own.

My Favorite What If (Part 1 | Part 2)

You run into your childhood friend Steve and wonder if you’ve missed out on a good thing.

New Year, New Surprises

You meet a charming stranger named Steve at a New Year’s party and try to make it until midnight.

Sam One Shots

Team Re-Building (Falcon!Cap) (Part 1 | Part 2) 

After the events of EndGame, the remaining Avengers head out on a mandatory team building exercise at your cattle ranch. The week turns out as unexpected for you as the idea was for them.

Pecans vs. Blueberries

Sam challenges his pastry chef girlfriend to a breakfast making competition that devolves into fluff and silliness.

Tension 

There is no one you bicker with  more than Sam Wilson. So when you are compromised on a mission, you couldn’t be more surprised when he risks it all to come to your aid.

Watching Monsters

Children are not your thing. But you’d do anything for your sister’s kids. Fortunately, Sam always has your back, no matter how small the monsters.

Tony One Shots

Wide Awake

When you get yourself into trouble with the law, you call on an ex-almost-something for help.

Wade One Shots

At Odds At All Hours

Wade fucking Wilson is without a doubt the worst neighbor you’ve ever had. Will the constant conflict drive you together or drive one of you out of the building?

Natasha One Shots

Tupelo

You live a quiet, peaceful life, not much traveling outside your own home. Natasha comes to you with small gifts seeking comfort.

Sweet 

Your old friend Sam recruits your help for a low-key work party, ya know, at the Avengers Compound. Of course you’re the type of soft-hearted civvie that could fall head over heels for a particular red-headed assassin while you’re there.

[lustresky]

kahit ‘di mo alam [james ‘bucky’ barnes x f!filipina!reader]

summary: After an emotionally taxing mission, you and Bucky share some stories— and maybe also some leche flan along the way.

wc: 5200ish. (might have went to town on this one.. haha woops)

themes: angst (i need to chill tf out i’m sorry:’’/), some fluff ig, happy but kind of ambiguous ending (mayhaps a sequel....), mention of ptsd/trauma, hydra being shitty, bucky trying his best to comfort reader (this is my first time writing him so sorry if he’s kinda ooc..), filipina!reader, also kinda cliché idk

a/n: psa, i do not know how to bake. all i am is your typical filipina girl who has a soft spot for bucky and also thinks that there needs to be more poc centered readers. that is all<3 thanks to @ panlasang pinoy for da leche flan recipe lmao. also! title is a song by december avenue, which i think fits this story. check it out if you want!:]

requests are open! & pls don’t forget to like and reblog, thank you! c:

You hum quietly to yourself, beating the yolks with a silver balloon whisk that Tony had.

Out of all the things that you would never have thought Tony would own when you first joined the team, a full on expensive ass baking set was on the top of the list. Hell, you don’t even think that he’s ever opened the oven door before; but then again, the guy’s loaded, so maybe it wasn’t really a smart idea to wonder what he did or did not own.

Whatever— you thought to yourself. Pondering about what the billionaire did with his money wasn’t really what you should be focusing on right now, anyways.

You continue with the repetitive motion of your hand, stopping once the eggs were smooth. Gradually, you add the condensed milk, followed by the regular milk and then finally, a few teaspoons of vanilla extract. You mix the concoction once more, your bottom lip caught in between your teeth as you focus on the task at hand.

You didn’t hear the gradual shuffling of feet into the kitchen, nor the opening and closing of the refrigerator door; and so you were startled out of your concentration when Bucky Barnes himself ended up in front of you, a bowl of oatmeal in his hands as he positions himself properly on the island chair.

He doesn’t greet you— and honestly, you weren’t expecting him to anyways. You two were never really close; acquaintances at best, with how high both of your walls were built.

You really only knew Bucky from what Steve had shared. You knew that he was part of the Howling Commandos, that he’s Steve’s life long best friend, that HYDRA had brainwashed him and used him against his own will...

Even just thinking about that acronym still makes bile rise up in your throat.

HYDRA had also imprisoned you, beat you, used your body for their own gain. Your stories were similar. Two unwilling and unlucky humans— taken against their own volition, experimented on like a pack of mouse labs, memory and history wiped out to store target information…

You take a breath, trying to steady yourself.

Baking had been the only thing that you remembered from your past. As much as HYDRA tried to erase your history, the memory of your lola’s kitchen came back time and time again, relentless and the only sense of soundness that you found yourself with. The cartons of eggs, the measuring cups, the light dusting of flour all over the table, the rays of the hot afternoon sun peeking through the curtains, the smell of the freshly baked pandesal wafting through the air…

It was comforting, sometimes it was the sole thing that made you calm down. The only pleasant memory that you had left of the simple life that you barely remembered, but greatly missed and longed for.

Hence, before you knew it, you were in the spacious kitchen of the compound; making leche flan to calm your nerves and trying your best to forget what had just happened a few hours ago.

The mission had ended with the team’s victory, sure, but you don’t think that you’ll ever forget the image that had seared itself in your mind. You desperately wanted to forget the sight of Bucky, vulnerable as he lay on the ground with his metal arm torn off of his body, right before an enhanced individual gave him a powerful blow square on his abdomen.

Blood had spluttered out of his mouth, red, bright, coating the brick walls that you were both enclosed in. The mission should’ve been simple: break in, grab the information needed, and then bring said information back. There should’ve only been a few guards. It should’ve been a quick mission— but the sight of Bucky being plummeted with no remorse brought you back memories. Memories that you had tried so desperately to forget.

You bite your bottom lip harder, unintentionally gripping the bowl and whisk in your hands tighter as your arm mixes faster— faster and faster until you suddenly find yourself with a splatter of batter on your cheek.

You groan. Nice one, Y/N, you thought.

You hear a small snicker in front of you and you look up, embarrassed and annoyed. Bucky just stared back at you, a hint of a smirk on his face.

Taking a quick but good look at him, you notice that he had cleaned himself up. His hair was still damp from a shower. It was wavy, pulled back into a small ponytail behind his neck. His face was clear of soot and blood, and he no longer wore his combat outfit.

You can’t help but flicker your eyes over to his left arm, familiarity getting the best of you. You know that you should be rational, but you still feel your shoulders sink as your gaze missed the glint of metal that you were accustomed to.

Bucky senses your wandering eyes. He shakes his head, head dipping back into his bowl of oatmeal. “It isn’t your fault.” He mutters, voice raspy.

You huff, setting down the metal bowl on the marble counter with a bit too much force. You take off your apron and with it, you hastily wipe the splashed part of your face clean; or at least, as clean as you can without a mirror.

“No,” You argue, feeling your throat tighten as the memory and your emotions flashed through your mind once again. You ball up the now dirty apron, throwing it onto the counter. “It is.”

When you had seen him lying on the floor, taking hits every single second, you were unable to move. You had felt helpless, weak... cowardly. It was dumb. You were an Avenger, for Christ's sake. Your life was plenty of danger— seeing people getting hurt had never shook you so hard to the core before. Hell, you survived HYDRA.

Yet the memories were enough to make you freeze up.

Thankfully, Steve had showed up right before the enemy had landed his final blow. If it wasn’t for him, you highly doubted that Bucky would’ve been sitting in front of you right now, casually eating his oatmeal as if he didn’t almost just die a few hours ago.

When Bucky tilted his head up to look at you, ready to retaliate, you stood your ground and stared right back at his light blue eyes. Neither of you said a word.

You were angry. Mad. Furious. At Bucky? Maybe. Him dismissing the fact that you almost let him die and treating your mistake lightly was a thing in its own, but fuck. You were mad at yourself.

You feel incompetent. Useless. You almost let a teammate die, even if physically, you were completely capable of saving them. You drop your head down, unable to continue looking at someone whose life was in your hands just a few moments ago. A life that you were fully capable of protecting, but couldn’t, just because of some stupid fucking memories coming back to haunt you.

Before you know it, a hot tear ran down your cheek— and you hurriedly wiped it away with your arm. Now isn’t time, you hiss at yourself. Baring vulnerability in the middle of the kitchen? Ha. you thought to yourself.

Pathetic.

You grip the edge of the marble tiles, steadying yourself and trying to control your breathing. In and out. In and out. One, two. One, two. It was shaky at first, but after a few seconds of repeating the exercise, you managed to get a loose grip on it. Just enough of a hold to straighten your posture and set aside your mixture, before bolting away from the kitchen and into your bedroom a few doors down the hall.

Once inside, your resolve crumbles. You didn’t even have time to lay on your bed, your legs just giving up and leaving your body down on the carpet. Fresh hot tears ran down like rivers on your face, your nose stuffed, your eyes blurred. Your lungs heaved, just trying its best to give you enough oxygen, but you’re sniffling, your throat’s dry, and your mind’s weary and everything just feels like absolute shit.

You don’t remember how long you had sat there, your legs against your chest, head in your knees and hands on the back of your head as the rest of the water in your body leaves in tears.

You hate feeling like this. Emotional, vulnerable, sensitive… You aren’t supposed to be like this. You have a job. You can’t let your own personal problems get in the way of accomplishing what needed to be done. There isn’t any backing out in what you’re doing. There isn’t a delete nor reverse button. If you fuck up, you fuck up, and that’s that.

Your bedroom door suddenly opens, the unexpected sound making you flinch. Fuck, you forgot to lock it.

Still, you hold your head down against your knees. You don’t want to see anyone right now, you don’t even think that you have any energy left to make a proper conversation. Your throat’s dry, your nose is stuffed, your eyes are sore. You absolutely feel like shit.

The intruder continued their pace, before stopping in front of you. You hear a shuffling of legs, and something being set on your nightstand, until you feel a warm hand lay itself on the side of your left leg. They gave you a couple of soft pats.

From your position, you can’t really see who they are; you had a gut feeling that it was Wanda— but then again it can also be Nat. Or maybe even Steve.

Whoever it was, you know that they’re just trying their best to help, and you appreciate their concern, truly, but you just don’t think you’re capable of talking about something so close to your heart with someone else.

At least, not right now.

Except, you also know that they wouldn’t leave without any verbal cue, and so you force a smile, a truly fake and horrible one as you lift your head up to try and convince whoever it was who decided to check up on you that you’re fine, thanks, and that you just need some space— but as soon as your eyes focused on the person in front of you, your act drops, as the one who you expected the least stared back.

Before you can even ask him to leave, he beats you to it. “Here,” He says, getting up on his knees and retrieving the bottle of water that he had placed on your night stand. “Drink this.”

Wordlessly, you comply. The quench of the water on your tongue clearing your head, hydrating your body back.

Eyes glued to the carpet, unwilling to look anywhere else, you pass him back the glass. Bucky takes it and places it back to where he had originally put it.

He clears his throat. “Listen, Y/N… I— I know that we aren’t really… we aren’t really on the best of terms but— if you want to talk about it, I’m all open ears— but if you want me to leave and forget about this, I’ll head straight out the door.”

“I just—“ Bucky continues, and although your eyes were still fixating on the tufts of wool of your carpet, from the corner of your eye you could still see him shuffle awkwardly on his kneeling position. “I just want you to know that I’m here for you. We all are.”

You… didn’t really know what to say.

Here Bucky was, a soldier, another person who had undergone through HYDRA’s torment, someone whose walls have since been taller then, a teammate who you respected but aren’t close to— hell, barely even really friends with; offering you comfort, a place to vent, a shoulder to let your head rest.

As much as you barely knew him, you feel a pull in you to let him stay.

Bucky, however, takes your silence as refusal. Your eyes catch his legs unfolding from their position, straightening out as he stands up. He doesn’t say anything else as he turns towards the door.

“No, wait—“ You croak, cringing mentally at your voice. Looks like the water didn’t do as well of a job as you thought did. Letting out a much needed sigh, you finally let your gaze strike his, and once it made contact, you saw him. Clearly.

His eyes are cloudy, concern evident in his features. His dark brows are furrowed, lips set in a straight line.

You muster up some courage, and whisper, “Stay.”

Bucky’s expression flickers for a moment, concern turning into total surprise for just a millisecond, and if you had more energy you would have maybe laughed— but you didn’t. Instead, you cast your eyes back to the floor as you hear him shuffle back to you.

He sits to your left, legs crossed, arm on his lap. He doesn’t say anything for a while, the sound of your breathing and his being the only sounds filling your bedroom for a few minutes.

It wasn’t exactly a comfortable silence, some awkwardness from you both definitely seeping through... but nevertheless, your eyes start to get heavy.

Bucky, somehow sensing your current situation, clears his throat— effectively gaining your attention. Your head snaps up to meet his eyes.

“If you want… you can, you know…” He gestures to his right shoulder with his hand. He doesn’t continue his sentence, knowing that you had caught on to his proposition.

Too tired and sleepy to say no, you let out a breath and say fuck it.

You shuffle closer to his body, and as you lean your head down, a wave of fatigue washes over you. You hear Bucky inhale a breath as you finally drop, the left side of your face colliding with his shoulder.

As much as your body was pleading for you to simply close your eyes and just… rest— it still feels too awkward to do so. The silence is deafening, and as much as you appreciate Bucky lowering down his walls just a bit, you can’t help but let the next words tumble out of your mouth;

“What was it like in the ‘40s?”

You feel him stiffen beside you, and for a moment you worry that you had asked for more than you can chew, but within the next second Bucky lets out a small chuckle. He shakes his head slightly, a few strands of his freshly washed hair subsequently grazing over your face. It tickled.

“It was…” He starts, seemingly finding the proper words to say. “It was definitely a different time.” He concludes, sounding nostalgic and full of wistfulness.

His voice: deep and gravelly, began to lull you to sleep. You’ve never heard him quite like this before, often, his words were quick and precise and straight to the point. Never full of sentiment, never so… warm.

You want to hear more. So you hum in response, wanting to know more about his old life, urging him to go on— and go on he did.

He talked about the memories that Shuri had helped him remember from his time in Wakanda. His secret rendezvous, his childhood with Steve, their adventures and misadventures. He went on, his own memories making place in your own mind and pushing aside the ones that had you freezing up before. The ones that had broken you down are now being replaced by silly anecdotes, wistful memories and nonsensical stories.

Without even noticing it, you find yourself asleep on his shoulder, a small smile on your face as Bucky recounts another thought from the past.

You don’t know how long you had fallen asleep, but the crank in your neck was enough to tell you that it might have just been a bit too long. Your bottom aches, sore from the not so cozy flooring, and your back definitely needs to be stretched. Your body hurts, but at least your chest feels lighter.

You lift your head up from Bucky’s shoulder, feeling him flinch from your sudden movement. His head pulls back from its resting place on your wall. He looks back at you, confused.

He meets your eyes, and it seems that he had just woken up as well… had he fallen asleep too?

Bucky just continues gazing into your eyes, and you can’t help but just… stare back. Thankful for his comfort.

“I…” You whisper, about to thank him, until you remember the dessert that you had just hastily cast aside before bolting to your bedroom. “The leche flan!” You cry out, worried— fuck, if you leave it out for too long it could spoil!

Bucky, however, became even more confused at your outburst. You calm yourself down for a moment, letting out a sigh.

“My— uh, my dessert.” You explain, embarrassed. “It could spoil if I leave it out too long— I need to… I need to get back to it.”

Bucky’s eyes widen, thankfully understanding your dilemma, giving you a nod. So you lift your body up, stretching it just a bit, your bones popping themselves back into place.

You’re almost out of your door when you hear footsteps from behind and to no surprise you see Bucky, hair disheveled and lounge clothes wrinkled. You fight an urge to giggle. The all powerful soldier, looking all messy and drowsy... It’s definitely a sight to behold, maybe even a precious one at that.

He runs his hands through his hair, loosening his ponytail and settling his hair tie around his wrist with one hand. You try to ignore the way his fingers easily managed to do that. “If… I mean if you need a hand… I can— help?” He suggests, voice dropping to an unsure whisper by the end of his sentence.

You feel your mouth pull into a small smile, and this time, you let it do so. “Sure.”

So to the kitchen both of you went, a comfortable silence and understanding settling between you two. You quickly spot your metal mixing bowl from before, alone on the island counter. A relieved sigh falls from your lips as you peek an eye into the container to see the mixture untouched.

“So…” You start, grabbing the apron that you had thrown onto the counter in a fury. You don’t bother with getting a new one— it’s only slightly dirty, anyway. You put it on, tying it around your waist and patting it down slightly in less than a second. “Let’s get you an apron, shall we?”

You open the cabinet in which you keep the aprons and pick one up at random, giving it to Bucky with one hand— your back still turned away from him— as you use your other hand to close the door. When you turn back to face him, a complete look of hesitation is on his face.

You raise an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

Bucky clears his throat. He looks up at you, and then at his arm, sheepishly. “Can you…?”

Eyes widening, you quickly nod, ashamed that you had forgotten about something so important. “Yes, of course.”

You walk to his side, grabbing the piece of cloth on his hand and positioning yourself behind him. “Here.” You say, grabbing the bib part and looping it around his neck. You brush his hair out of the way, inadvertently appreciating its softness, as the neck ribbon then lays itself properly against his neck. “Arms up.” You order, Bucky complying instantly. Taking the other two pieces of ribbon by his side, you wrap it around his waist and tie it by his back with a small little bow, tightening it just enough for it to not fall off but still be comfortable. “There.”

“Thanks.” He mutters, turning around to face you with a grateful smile, hair swishing as he did so. You smile, but then you realize that he should probably tie it just so that it won’t get dirty or in the way.

Before you know it, you ask him, “Want me to tie your hair, too?”

Bucky’s eyes widened, and upon realizing what you had just said too, your eyes did the same. Was that too much? You quickly open your mouth, desperately trying to apologize. “I’m just— it could get dirty or in the way if you don’t… and doing it with one hand must be…” You explain, inwardly cringing at your own words and not even trying to finish your statement.

Thankfully, Bucky quickly catches up to what you were trying to say. He flashes you a reassuring grin. “I would appreciate it, doll.”

You tried to ignore the butterflies swarming in your stomach at that little nickname.

Getting the hair tie from his wrist, you desperately ignore the way your hands brushed against his. You angle your body towards his back once more, raking your hands softly in his hair, grabbing it gently and putting it into a comfortable ponytail.

“Thanks again,” He turns around to face you, gratitude clear in his eyes. You just smile back at him, feeling the heat creep up to your face. Thank God your skin doesn’t easily show colour.

You had never been this close to him before— and the bedroom incident (You had decided to label that... ’moment’ in your mind like that as of right now.) just a few minutes ago didn’t quite count as you weren’t looking at him, nor were you a hundred percent conscious during that encounter.

Before things get even more awkward, you quickly turn your body back to the kitchen island. “Well then— let’s continue with this, shall we?” You announce, wanting to just calm your feverishly beating heart and the rise of heat in your cheeks. Maybe agreeing to let him bake with you isn’t as good of an idea as you had thought.

Bucky just gave a hum as a response, and so you went about and explained to him each and every step that needed to be done. Thankfully, you had already finished mixing up the batter, and so now all you really had to do was heat up the sugar, pour the batter into the moulds, and then steam it all up. Just three more steps and you’re done.

“So,” You start, grabbing the metal containers that you had already pulled out from the cabinets before you had started. “This—” You lift one up, pointing at it with your index. “Is called a llanera. What we’re basically going to do is pour some sugar in it, heat that up until it’s nice and brown and syrup-y, and then we add the batter. Got it?”

“A yah-neh-rah?” Bucky asks, rolling the word over his tongue, getting the feel of it. You smile at his well-executed attempt.

“Yep,” You reply, placing the mould down onto the counter. You grab the sugar jar and a tablespoon, dipping it into the container and sprinkling a generous amount all over the metal container. “Actually— I’ll heat up the sugar and then you can pour the batter in, that sound good to you?”

Bucky just gave a hum once more, signalling his approval of your plan.

After about two tablespoons, you put it aside and walked towards the stove top, Bucky following beside you in earnest with the metal bowl containing the egg mixture in his arm. Turning the dial up, you put on an oven mitt as you wait for the range to get hot enough; and once it does, you hold the metal tin a few centimetres away from the top of the burner. Within minutes, the sugar caramelizes, turning into the familiar, brown syrup.

The scent that then fills the kitchen is heavenly, pure sugar wafting through the air. You hear Bucky sniff, and you let out a smile, happy that he liked it too.

You place the hot tin onto a cooling rack. “Your time to shine.” You smile up at Bucky, motioning for him to go ahead and pour the batter in.

With a gentle and cautious hand, Bucky slowly tilts the bowl into the mould, the creamy mixture pouring itself out. After a few seconds, you say, “Okay… that’s good— you can stop now.” He swiftly follows your instruction, stopping when there‘s only 2 or more so centimetres left in the pan before the batter touches the rim. He looks up at you, expectant.

Before you know it, the thought passes by your mind. How cute.

Biting your lip, you set aside the flutter in your stomach. You give him a huge grin. “That was great,” You praise him, genuine pride rushing through you. “Now let’s finish the other ones, shall we?”

Bucky and you then continued on, filling the rest of the llaneras up. It was a pleasant experience, discomfort and awkwardness not present at all while both of you worked on your respective tasks. It was… soothing, you could say.

“Nice!” You cheer, clapping your hands together as Bucky finishes filing the last of the moulds, setting down the empty metal bowl in the sink right after. “Now, let’s cover it with aluminium foil and then we can steam it and eat it.” You grin up at Bucky, who simply nods back at you.

You grab the aluminum foil, eyeballing the sizes for each of the containers. It doesn’t really matter anyway, they just had to be big enough to cover the pans. Within a few, quick minutes, all of the llaneras were ready to be steamed.

Opening up the steamer, you place three of the moulds in— mentally telling yourself that you should ask Tony to buy more steamers so that you can simply just cook the next batch of leche flans all at once. You then close the handle, setting it on medium heat and the self timer on. “There.” You announce, hands unintentionally going to and resting at your hips, proud.

You face Bucky, who seem to be just as proud as you are. It seems like he had something on his mind, though, and so you tilt your head. Curious. “Something on your mind?” You ask.

He hums, hand going back to scratch the nape of his neck. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to…” He starts, giving you a reassuring smile to show you that he meant it. “But… how’d you learn how to bake?”

Your breath hitches in your throat at his question, caught off guard as the answer flashes in your mind. To say you were surprised was an understatement. You had assumed that he would ask you when the leche flan would be finished— not about your… past.

Though, you figure that he deserves to know about your history, now that you basically know all about his own. He had recounted his entire life to you just an hour or two ago, after all. It’s only appropriate that you share some of your own life with him back.

You let your hands fall from your waist, resting them in front of your stomach as you fiddled with them as you compose your answer. “Well—“ You start, taking a deep breath. Bucky, patiently, urges for you to go on with a small nod. “I don’t— I don’t really remember much from my past… just a few memories here and there.” You take a pause.

“But— there had always been this one memory, which… always stood out from the rest.” You bite your lower lip, the recollection taking place in your mind, making you smile. “I was in my lola’s— my grandma’s kitchen, dough in my hand and flour everywhere and we were—“ You feel your throat tightening up, making you take another pause. Bucky, still as patient as ever, gives you a small smile and wordlessly urges for you to go on. “We were making pandesal… a type of bread…” You continue, smiling, remembering the sticky hands and the rays of the hot southeast sun passing by the blinds. “It was a calm afternoon… just me and her, baking...”

“That’s all I really remember of her, and so I… every time I feel overwhelmed or every time I’m having a bad day I just— bake.” You conclude, looking up at him. There was more to the story, more that you have yet to tell him, memories that are still hard to share; but even with the small piece of it leaving your chest, your whole body feels lighter, grateful for having been listened to.

Bucky just stares back at you, respect evident on his face, a small smile still on his lips. “I’m… thankful that you shared that with me, Y/N.” He says, and as your name rolls off his tongue, you can’t help but smile back.

You were about to say something, but the moment was cut off by the steamer's angry beeping. You let out a small giggle as you see Bucky flinch. “Well— let’s check up on those lil’ things, shall we?”

Opening up the steamer and waving the steam away from your face, your mouth waters at the sight before you. They looked perfect.

Quickly grabbing a serving plate, you take one of the tins out and place it upside down on the ceramic— it would probably be even better if you let it cool down first in the fridge, but you can hardly wait. You give it a couple of taps, stopping once you hear the familiar ‘plop’ sound.

You take off the llanera, and a pristine and perfect looking leche flan greets you back. You hear Bucky hum in approval beside you as you take out a fork, getting a slice. Turning to your side and raising the utensil up at him, you ignore the slowly rising heartbeat in your rib cage as you muster up the courage to say, “Want the first bite?”

Bucky seemed to be taken aback at first, and for a moment you fret that you might have overestimated and overstepped your boundaries, but a small nod from him eases your worry. Lifting it up to his mouth, he lets you give him the slice. You decide to ignore the intimacy of the moment, as is the heat in your cheeks; instead focusing on his expression.

He doesn’t show nor say anything at first; and you furrow your eyebrows. Was it too sweet for his taste? Had you accidentally let some egg whites mix in with the yolks?

Before you have the chance to ask him what he thought of it, Bucky swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as his lips curled into a huge grin. “Damn... that’s really good Y/N.”

Relief rushing through you at his approval, you laugh, happy that he likes it. Not wasting another second, you open your mouth and give yourself your own slice; savouring the creaminess and sweetness of the desert. It tasted heavenly.

Looking back at Bucky, you startle yourself out of your sweet paradise as he stared back at you. Light blue— almost cerulean— eyes gazing back into yours.

“Thank you.” were the only words out of his mouth, but that still didn’t stop your heart from fastening it’s pace nor the butterflies from welcoming themselves into your stomach.

His deep and raspy voice clearly enunciated every single emotion, and you know, deep in your heart, that he wasn’t just talking about the dessert.

You smile back at him, eyes crinkling, as you say, “You’re welcome.”

[staarshines]

Blame || P.P.

Warnings: Endgame spoilers (not really because I flipped everything), character death (obviously, they’re going to vormir) that can be interpreted as suicide, mentions of guns and knives, physical fighting, shit ton of guilt, “language!”

Word Count: 1.5k

You and Peter travel to Vormir in an attempt to get the Soul Stone and bring back half of the universe. What nobody tells you both is that a sacrifice needs to be made.

AU: Your soulmate’s last words are inked on your wrist.

“And watch each other’s sixes!” Rhodey calls out, to which you salute him mockingly, signaling you understood. Leaning on the side of the Benatar, you hold the button to close the gate, taking one last look at Nebula and Rhodey. Once the gate is fully closed, you walk over to the cockpit, sitting down in the pilot’s seat and rubbing your hands together.

“God, this is all so fucking dangerous,” you mutter, causing Peter to laugh on your right.

“It’s what we signed up for, isn’t it?” He asks you, pushing a couple buttons on the console and fastening his belt. You nod, taking in a shaky breath.

“You ever experienced hyperdrive before?” You ask him playfully, knowing neither of you had. He smirks.

“Oh yeah, tons of times. Let’s get this thing going, huh?” You flip a switch and press the red button slightly to your left, remembering everything Nebula had taught you about flying Benatar. The spaceship lifts up rather gracefully, heightening your confidence level. Slowly pushing the speed lever, you ease Benatar out of the atmosphere. Once you’re far away enough from the planet, your heart starts to hammer.

“Just press it,” Peter motions to your hovering hand over the hyperspace button. You bite your lip, turning over your arm to see the inked words “Do you think I’ll see her again?”. Peter notes this and interlaces his fingers in yours. “Baby, we’re not going to die, okay?” You give him a smile, genuinely glad that he was here with you. 

No, you didn’t know for sure that you two were soulmates, but everyone agreed that you two were meant for each other. Nobody knew if their partner was the one; that’s what you though was so cruel about this entire thing. People would go their entire lives thinking they had chosen the right person only to find out at seventy, eighty, or sometimes even ninety years old that they were wrong. 

The words written on Peter’s wrist cross your mind: “Don’t blame yourself”. The universe had to be the most evil thing you had ever come across, Thanos coming in at a close second.

“Let’s do this.”

“You’re fucking kidding!” Peter yells at the mysterious hooded figure, or Red Skull, as he said he was called.

“Pete, he’s not kidding,” you whisper, sitting on a rock, head in hands. What the hell is going to happen now?

“No, Y/N, he’s joking. Not even joking, he’s lying. Tell us what we really have to do!” You’ve never noted this much anger in Peter’s voice before. It was funny how differently the two of you reacted to situations like these. You would start to shut down while thinking logically, and he would retaliate with anger.

“Many others have made the sacrifice before, but failed.” Your head snaps up and you glance from Red Skull to Peter.

“Do you have the Soul Stone on you? Is this just some sort of sadistic trick?!” Peter lunges for Red Skull but he suddenly disappears, reappearing at the ledge of the cliff which leaves Peter lying on the cold rock. Fuck, even Peter’s Spider-Senses couldn’t sense that?

“Peter,” you sigh, getting up and walking towards him. He gets up from the ground, wincing. You press your forehead to his, gently wiping the foreign debris off his face. He grabs your waist and you put your other hand on his shoulder, tears threatening to escape your eyes. “You know I love you, right? I love everything about you. Your smile, your laugh, your eyes, your cocky remarks, the way you can make me laugh until I can’t breathe, the way you hold me while we sleep, the way you kiss me when you know—” Peter’s lips crash into yours, cutting off your sentence. You kiss him back, but can’t do so as much as you’d like to because of that sick feeling in your stomach. That sick feeling that one of you wasn’t going to make it out.

He pulls back, cupping your hand in his cheek. “I love you too. Don’t talk like we’re not going to make it out of here, okay?” A tear cascades down your cheek.

“I’m not talking like that. I’ve always loved you, and I always will,” you tell him once again, and he hesitates, Spidey-Senses alerting him that there was something wrong. You use his hesitation to your advantage, jolting out of his arms and making a run for the edge of the cliff. You’re too slow and he kicks your leg, tripping you into his arms. You struggle to get out of his grip, but he’s stronger than you. 

“You’re damn right you always will.” Your eyes widen and you punch him just below the collarbone, knowing it was his weak spot. His grip on you loosens and you flip him over, quickly getting up and threatening him with your gun. A shot to the rock next to his head would knock him unconscious: both of you knew that. Fuck, you should’ve stolen Nat’s taser design when you had the chance.

“I’m sorry,” your voice breaks, knowing this was it. You dash for the ledge, getting ready to jump off, and—

One second you’re running like hell, and the next moment you’re on the ground, wind knocked out of you. Peter and his fucking webbing. You turn to your side, groaning in pain. Peter casts you a look, and you know what’s about to go down. It’s as if everything happens in slow motion but fast enough that you can’t stop it. Peter running. You fighting like hell to get up. His mouthed words right when you manage to get up and he jumps:

“I love you.”

You’re one to make decisions and not have second thoughts. You trusted your gut more than anything in the world, except maybe Peter. So when your gut told you to dive down the cliff and grab him, that’s what you did.

Now you’re falling in midair, stomach flipping like there’s no tomorrow. Peter’s surprised yelp is the only thing you register before you collide into him then suddenly stop, not knowing why you did. Head spinning, you look up to see a web from Peter’s left shooter stuck onto one of the jagged edges in the cliff and a web from his right sticking to your left arm.

“God Y/N, what the fuck?” He yells at you, panic clearly visible in his eyes.

“I’m not letting you die!” You scream back, trying to rid yourself of his webbing. Okay, think logically. The webs dissolve in at least four hours. He’d find a way to get you both up there by then. You had to cut the web with something, but what? Fuck, Tony had added Vibranium atoms to his web fluid to make it stronger. That means at least eight hours. Nothing can cut through vibranium. You gasp.

Except for a pure Vibranium knife.

Patting your utility belt frantically, you’re hoping, praying that the knife hadn’t fallen out during your fight with Peter. Suddenly, you feel the engraved hilt and freeze. The knife had been a gift from Shuri after the battle with Thanos in Wakanda. She had told you to keep it just in case anything like this ever happened again.

“Pull me up,” you whisper, feeling like you’re drowning in of the guilt of what you’re about to do. Peter breathes a sigh of relief at what he thinks is your understanding and retracts the web enough so that it’s still sticking to you but he can hold your hand.

“We’ll find a way around this, okay? I promise.” The innocence in his eyes hurts you more than anything you’ve ever felt before.

“Promise me you won’t blame yourself,” you choke. Confusion masks his features as he figures out what you’re trying to say. Oh fuck. You had said that without even thinking.

“What are you talking about?” His grip on your left hand tightens as if he can make sure you don’t fall while your grip on the knife hardens painfully. You can practically hear his thoughts: Don’t say the words. Don’t say them. Please.

“Don’t blame yourself.” Shock crosses his face but before he can say anything, you pull yourself up to him, stab his right web shooter, slice through the web, give him one last kiss, and jolt your hand away from him all in one swift motion. The only thing you hear is the wind rushing next to your ears as you try to remember your happiest moments with Peter before it’s over.

All you feel is a tap and everything goes cold.

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New Fic Baabby!!

Title: No Time For Us

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Word Count: 2.2k

Rating: Teen & Up (for swearing)

Summary: It wasn’t often that all the Avengers were in the tower on a Wednesday night, especially Wolverine. So it seemed only right, in Steve and Natasha’s mind at least, that they have a team movie night. Everyone seemed siked. Now all they had to do was get Iron Man and Wolverine onboard with it. Their partners had been on a work binge, closed up in Tony’s lab for 4 days, only emerging for food and occasionally, if Nat and Steve were lucky, a fuck. So, it was easy to say that they were excited to spend a whole two hours with them.

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Natasha and Steve want to have an Avenger's movie night. But, Tony and Laura are Workaholics.

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It wasn’t often that all the Avengers were in the tower on a Wednesday night, especially Wolverine. When there weren’t on a mission or busy preparing for one, the clone was usually upstate at the Xavier Institute, catching up on any Xmen business she missed or helping on what operations she could. So it seemed only right, in Steve and Natasha’s mind at least, that they have a team movie night. Everyone seemed siked. Now all they had to do was get Iron Man and Wolverine onboard with it.

Their partners had been on a work binge, closed up in Tony’s lab for 4 days, only emerging for food and occasionally, if Nat and Steve were lucky, a fuck. So, it was easy to say that they were excited to spend a whole two hours with them.

The two walked down the hallway, excitement coursing through them. Natasha gave a small knock on the lab’s door before entering. It was always a good idea to give the two a little warning, as Tony tended to startle if you pulled him away from his work immediately, and Laura, she was an ex-assassin. So announcing your presents was a necessity if you didn’t want a claw to the head.

As soon as they walked in, they were biting back adoring smiles. Kneeled next to the Iron Man suit was Laura, focused intently on something in the calf of the armor. Her dark eyes narrowed, and her tongue was bitten, reflexively, between her teeth. A Toronto Maple Leaf’s hoodie draped over her like a cloak, ending just above her knee. Tony sat at one of the metal workbenches, hunched over Wolverine’s suit, working vigorously, all the while muttering something along the lines of, how is this even supposed to protect you, it’s fucking spandex. Both of there hands were oil-stained, along with there faces and clothes for that matter.

“Hey guys,” Steve said, grabbing Laura’s attention first. Her enhanced hearing made it almost impossible to ignore people, “What’re you guys doing?” Laura looked at Tony, waiting for him to respond, but he was too infused with his task to talk. The clone sighed, setting her tools on the small tray that was by her feet and stood, knees cracking painfully from how long she’d been kneeling. “Well, the short version is Stark’s armor needed repairs,” That seemed to awaken Tony from his engineer’s trance. He gasped and set down his tools with a loud pang. He swiveled around on the metal stool and approached Laura. “Correction, the short version is your suit was overdue for upgrades because seriously it’s spandex,” He said pointedly, “My suit didn’t need repairing until you decided it be a good idea to throw the vibranium slip-joint pliers at me,” Laura shrugged, “You’re the one who said, hey can you toss me those pliers,” Tony rubbed his temple, spreading more oil onto his face, causing Natasha and Steve to have to stifle chuckles, “It’s an expression, casual slang. Why don’t you go learn some, Wolfey,” Laura crossed her arms over her chest, causing the hoodie to slide up and expose the shorts she was wearing underneath, “Do you wanna try that again because I’m this close to revoking Cerebro privileges?”

From the outside, it may seem like Laura and Tony disliked each other. They were always bickering and were very stingy with physical contact. But, that was just how their friendship was. Sure, they quarrel like children. But, the insults that passed between them held no true teeth. Laura, whether she would ever admit it or not, would always see Tony as a father. And Tony, although he tried to hide it, would always see Laura as a daughter.

“So,” Steve said, breaking their social bubble and inserting himself and Natasha into it, “We were thinking about having a movie night. Everyone’s in the tower, we don’t have any missions at the moment,” “We’d think it be fun,” added Natasha, smiling at Laura. Her girlfriend reciprocated the smile, but her eyes showed obvious dislike for the idea. Natasha knew Laura hated watching movies, the volume was always too loud for her sensitive ears, even with headphones. But, there were other things you could during movies, especially if you sat in the very back. “You guys in?” Steve asked, blue eyes shining with excitement. As if sent by the gods, Laura’s phone chimed. Natasha sighed as she pulled it out to check. She read the message quickly before looking at them all. “Hank just sent over a bunch of mission reports and requests that need my approval,” She said, tucking her phone back into the pocket of her hoodie. Natasha nodded, excitement dampened. Steve looked at Tony, eyes hopeful. “Steve, I’ve got twice the upgrades to do now, since Laura is going to be filling out reports,” The Captain nodded in response to his husband, joining Nat in sulking.

Laura gave Natasha a quick peck on the cheek, saying that she’d try her best to hurry so they can spend some time together tonight, before disappearing off into another part of the tower. Most likely their bedroom, seeing as that was where her laptop was. Tony smiled at the supersoldier, brown eyes showing that he was sorry. With a swift kiss, Tony turned back to his work, body returning to its hunched position.

--

Steve and Natasha returned to the living room, where the remainder of the team had piled up and the couches and floor. Bucky was the first to take notice of their solemn expressions, “What’s wrong?” That question seemed to grab everyone’s attention, everyone’s eyes now on the two of them. Steve looked down, kicking his foot uncomfortably. “They’re busy,” Nat answered, sitting down on the couch in between Clint and Wanda. Peter gave a reassuring smile, “It’s okay Pops. It can just be us for tonight,” The soldier smiled at his son’s attempts to cheer him up, “Thanks Pete,”

There was a moment of silence, everyone returning their attention to the television. Wanda looked beside her, at Natasha, “Didn’t she cancel on you last week?” “Yep,” the spy said, pout deepening, “We made them two weeks in advance to avoid our schedules from overlapping,” “What can you do?” Clint quipped, snatching the remote from Bucky, who was about to pick some movie from the ’60s for them to watch. Bucky was about to retaliate with a knock to the head but was quickly soothed by Sam, who pulled closer into his side.

“Well,” The pararescuer answered, “You could always show some initiative in your relationships and force them to watch the damn movie. The problems are just gonna keep coming, no matter how much they try to solve them. There’s always something else that needs fixing,”

Natasha and Steve looked at each other, understanding passing between them, wordlessly. Without speaking they dashed, in unison, to their partner’s work stations; Tony’s being the lab, of course, and Laura’s being her and Natasha’s bedroom.

--

“Tones,” Steve said softly, placing a hand on his husband’s shoulder. Tony grunted in response, picking up one of the tools spread haphazardly around the table. “Come with me,” The blonde commanded, swiveling the man around on his stool, prying his eyes away from his current task. He gave a confused look to Steve, who simply raised his eyebrows expectantly in return. “Where to?” “You’re gonna watch the movie with us,” Steve said excitedly. “Baby,” Tony sighed, already turning back to the workbench, “I’m kinda busy right now. Tomorrow, I promise,” Steve planted a firm hand on the seat and forced Tony to face him. His eyes were serious and his expression was no longer to the gentle soldier from Brooklyn. Now he was Captain America, “No,” The engineer set down his tools, eyes locked with his husbands, “I’m not gonna lie, this is turning me on a bit,”

Steve gave an irritated huff, removing his hand from the stool. This time, Tony didn’t turn around. Steve had his full attention, “You’ve been working for almost a week straight. Peter and I have rarely seen you. You’ve barely spoken to the team since you Wolverine got back from the mission in Ireland. You need to take a break and spend time with us. Staying cooped up in your lab isn’t solving any problems. Frankly, it’s only creating more,” “Babe, I-” Tony gestured to the pile of parts on the table. He was going to argue that he had to do this, that it was important, and it couldn’t wait. But, Steve had cut him, taking those oil-stained hands in his calloused ones, “Please,”

Steve knew, by the defeated look on his husband’s tan, beautiful face, that he’d won. But, Tony Stark was never one to go down without a proper fight, “Are you guys making Laura do this?” Steve gave an amused grin, already pulling Tony from his seat, “Natasha is retrieving her as we speak,”

--

They exited the lab, meeting a very pleased Natasha and a somewhat grumpy Laura. While Steve restrained his smile, Tony made no effort to hide his amusement at Laura’s current disposition. “They’re horrible aren’t they,” The billionaire said, although it had no heat. “A temptress, that’s what I’m dating,” Laura said through a tired smile. Natasha let a light laugh, hugging the clone further into her side. “Hey, you’re lucky. I married him,” Tony joked. “Guys, come on,” Steve said through a laugh, “The movies waiting,” gesturing towards the end of the hallway that branched out into the living room.

They began down the hallway before Tony stopped them, “Laura aren’t you forgetting something?” “I don’t think so,” She shrugged. “Um,” He gestured to her bare legs, “Pants, maybe?’ Laura rolled hers, and continued down the hallway, “God, calm down dad,” Sure it was a joke and was meant to be taken as a playful tease. But still, it tugged at Tony’s heartstrings, hearing that word come from Laura’s mouth. Even if, it was just a joke.

--

So far, movie night seemed to be a success. Sure, it got off to a rocky start, but everything had pretty much settled now. Steve, Tony, and Peter were snuggled up the couch, Peter already fast asleep and drooling on Cap’s shoulder. Bucky was sat on the floor between Sam’s legs. Vision and Wanda were cuddled close in one of the plush armchairs. Thor and Bruce had left halfway through the movie, apparently, they needed to take care of something. Clint and Rhodey were sat on the other love-seat, very much enjoying the movie. That only left Natasha and Laura.

They were sat in the very back, both for Laura’s sensitive hearing and privacy. PDA, while it wasn’t forbidden in the tower, was not Laura’s favorite thing. She preferred privacy, so that should comfortably express herself around Natasha, without worrying about peeping eyes. So, with everyone’s backs facing them, focused on the movie ahead, Laura deposited herself on top of her girlfriend, who was comfortably laid out on the chaise lounge.

Everyone appeared to be happy and healthy, and thoroughly enjoying movie night and the whole the togetherness of it. That was until Natasha felt a familiar hand creeping up her thigh. “Natty,” Laura whispered into her ear, hand settling just above the redhead’s hip. Natasha chuckled, just soft enough for it to go unnoticed over the volume of the television, “Hey Laura,” “It’s been a bit, y’know,” Laura said, planting feather-like kisses down the column of her throat. The spy hummed, pleased with the attention, “And whose fault is that,” Laura sighed, head resting against her partner’s shoulder, “I’m sorry,”

Natasha was taken aback. Her tone was so unexpectedly genuine, that it crushed the woman’s heart. Sometimes her girlfriend, the clone trained to be an assassin from birth, could be so damn precious.

“It’s fine,” Nat reassured, rubbing a hand soothingly down her back as best she could from where it was trapped beneath her toned mass. “No, it’s not. I’ve been an asshole and I’m really sorry,” Laura paused a moment, before continuing, “You deserve better,”

Natasha couldn’t believe it. How could Laura think she deserved better? Laura was better. Nat loved her more than anything and would do her best to give the girl anything her heart desired.

Natasha pulled the clone’s head out, from where it’d been resting against her shoulder, so she could look directly into her eyes. Although she spoke barely above a whisper, Natasha was careful to put as much legitimacy into her statement as possible, “Laura, I love you, so, so much. You’re dedicated to your work, to this team, to the X-men. They need you and I get that. If anything, I don’t deserve you,”

A blush crept it’s way up Laura’s neck and onto her sharp cheeks, causing Natasha to smile, “You’re so damn precious,” Laura rolled her eyes, “Shut up,” although Nat could spy the grin replacing her frown, “And, I love you, too,” Laura moved to kiss, Natasha, only to be stopped once again by a gentle tug on her hair that, if she was being honest, was having more of an effect on her than she’d care to admit. “But,” Nat said, lips moving against Laura's as she did, “I do think you need to make more time for your personal life; that including me of course,” “I’ll try,” The clone replied before kissing her. “You will,” Natasha corrected, reciprocating immediately.

[soapsilly]

Men with long-ish hair - Bucky Barnes Imagine

Pairings: Bucky x reader (platonic), (slight Thor x reader)

Summary/Request:  Hi, could you please do a bucky imagine where the reader and him are like best friends but everybody thinks they are secretly together. And they all are really confused when the reader starts dating Natasha or Thor?

(Y/N/N) = your nickname

(Y/F/D) = your fave Disney movie

And remember: Requests are open!

Do you guys know how hard it is to find a happy gif for Bucky? 

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“Has anybody seen Bucky?”

Steve was looking for his friend for the last one and a half hours but with no luck so far.

“Where do you think he is?” Natasha asked Steve with an amused smile. She always found it hilarious how oblivious he was with all things romantic, when it was so obvious Bucky and (Y/N) were dating for quite a while already.

When Steve sent her a confused look she explained “He’s with (Y/N). Haven’t you noticed how close they’ve become these last couple months?”

“Wait... you mean they’re dating? No way, Nat. Bucky is my best friend, he wouldn’t keep something like that from me,” Steve retaliated, laughing at Natasha’s ridiculous suggestion.

“Okay, see for yourself. They’re in the home cinema on the sixth floor”, she told him.

As Steve was leaving he heard Natasha shout after him, “But don’t forget to knock!”

When Steve arrived on the sixth floor he was about to enter the home cinema when Tony, with a mug of coffee in his hand, interrupted him, “ I wouldn’t go in there if I were you, Capsicle. About half an hour ago I still heard her giggle but since then they’re being suspiciously quiet”

But Steve ignored him and entered anyways.

Inside the room, neither (Y/N) nor Bucky noticed Captain America enter. They’ve been holed up in there the whole day already, watching all the Disney movies Bucky missed since the 40s - which were a lot to be fair. Right now they were watching (Y/F/D), cuddled up on one of the sofas with Bucky’s head resting in (Y/N)’s lap.

“I love your hair, Buck”, (Y/N) told the shaggy haired man.

“I don’t know, (Y/N/N). Maybe I should just cut it again. Have you ever seen me with short hair? Back in the 40s the girls couldn’t keep their hands off of  me.”

“Are you kidding? You look great! You know I’m into men with long-ish hair... obviously”, she chuckled.

When Steve cleared his throat both of them jumped up, startled by the distraction.

“Hey, Steve. What’s up? Wanna join?”, the girl offered but he refused.

“No, thank you. Buck... I’ve been looking for you the whole day. I thought maybe we’d get some exercise done for the compatibilty tests tomorrow”, Steve offered his friend. Ever since he returned Steve was anxious to build up their friendship again. Bucky was still a little reserved with him which made Steve feel jealous that he was so comfortable around (Y/N) without knowing her for as long as he did.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll be right there. See you, later (Y/N)”, Bucky was a little hesitant to leave her even though he also felt guilty because Steve really tried to get his best friend back but Bucky wasn’t ready yet. He wasn’t the same person he was in the 40s and he’s still trying to adapt to modern life. 

When Bucky moved into the Avengers tower, he was reserved and didn’t come out of his room often. Everybody was a little cautious around him and Steve smothered him with his friendship but (Y/N) was different. She wasn’t wary around him but also gave him enough space for him to open up on his own. And they actually grew closer than they were with anybody else. Whenever he was being insecure or anxious, her relaxed attitude made him feel at ease and calmed him down. Ever since then it was sleep over at his room and movie nights in the home cinema.

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The next morning the whole team had to gather in the gym and labs for the compatibility tests that had to be done once a year. 

(Y/N) was giddy. She loved those kind of team execises even though everyone else seemed annoyed to be forced to give up their whole day for it.

The tests contained several made up situations and simulations that required the team to work together. At the end they’d get the results of whom each member works the best with.

(Y/N) estimated her biggest compatibility with Clint, Tony, Wanda and Bucky of course. This time was Bucky's first testing that he'd do with the team but him and (Y/N) prepared for it and apart from some minor failures, they worked incredibly well together.

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After a long day of tests and simulations F.R.I.D.A.Y. announced everybody's results.

No nobody's surprise Clint and Natasha scored the highest, which the two of them acknowledged with a knowing smirk and a simple high-five.

"(Y/N) and Mr. Stark: Compatibility at 76%", it was (Y/N) turn to receive her results. She and Tony did well together during strategy and trust simulations but their fighting style was just to different for a higher score.

"Good job, Kiddo", Tony send her a wink, both of them happy with their score.

"(Y/N) and Bucky: Compatibility at 87%... Congratulations", F.R.I.D.A.Y. teased.

"Hell yeah!", (Y/N) cheered. Both of them grinned at each other and went in for a hug that ended with Bucky almost squishing his partner with his metal arm.

"Woah, easy there. Keep that for the bed room you two. There's children here", Clint interrupted them shielding Wanda's eyes, which earned him a round of laughs and a smack on the arm from (Y/N), who stuck her tongue out at him. Even Steve couldn't hide his laughter.

To everybody's surprise Steve and Bucky got one of the highest results. Neither one of them expected to pick up where they left off so many years ago but as soon as the simulation started they fought alongside each other just like in the old days.

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All of them were tired and exhausted after the tests, so everybody went straight to their respective rooms. Even (Y/N) and Bucky slept seperate for a change because neither of them had the energy for movies or bed time conversations.

It was around 2 a.m. when Bucky awoke from a nightmare. Memories of the war, Hydra experimenting on him, him falling from the train and his doings as the winter soldier haunted his sleep. The combat simulations he did with Steve triggered the memories of all of those things he tried to keep locked away. When he was new to the facility, the nightmares happened almost nightly but as he grew more comfortable around the team they happened less and less frequently.

When he awoke drenched in cold sweat, his body went into auto-pilot and he made his way down the floor to (Y/N)'s room. When they first started to get closer, he'd always try to hide his nightly terrors from her but she made sure he'd always have her as his support system. No questions asked. (Y/N) knew PTSD all to well. Almost every member of Earth's mightiest heroes had something they struggled to get over, herself uncluded, so she knew not to ask but to let Bucky share his thoughts on his own.

When he arrived at the metal door that had her name on it Bucky didn't even bother to knock - he didn't want to cause a scene and rob anybody of their sleep. He entered the room which was like a little entrance hall where you could leave your shoes and coats. As he continued into (Y/N)'s little "apartment" he started to feel more at ease with every step he took. When he was stood outside her open bedroom door, he knocked quietly. (Y/N) didn't have a deep sleep but he didn't want to startle her awake or frighten her.

"Buck... what's going on? Is everything alright?", she wasn't sleepy anymore.

"Nightmares," he grunted.

"Oh, I get it.. you wanna come sit with me? Netflix just got some new movies I'd like to watch," she offered. In her experience light-hearted distraction worked best to calm her friend down.

He didn't say anything but made his way over to her bed anyways.

"But be careful with that arm of yours! I bet it's ice cold from walking around in the middle of the night. I don't want to get frost bites," she warned him, which earned her a warm chuckle from the deadly assassine, that didn't look as deadly anymore when he was cuddled into her mermaid blanket.

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Somewhere in the middle of the third season of Americam Horror Story, (Y/N) couldn't keep her eyes open anymore and she dozed off again. Bucky didn't want to risk waking her so he decided to just get up and get some coffee before his morning routine. When he tried to make his way out of (Y/N)'s room and into the kitchen, he stumbled right into Steve's arms.

"God, Steve! Why are you awake? It's barely even 6 a.m." Bucky asked his friend, a little uncomfortable that Steve caught him red-handed.

"You know I don't sleep very much. I've slept long enough for my taste," Steve answered. And it was true. Steve himself wasn't really over what had happened to him 70 years ago and which made him struggle to get a good night's sleep but neither of them wanted to let the other see their struggles.

"Come on, pal. Let's catch up on things. Lately I barely get to see you anymore," Steve suggested.

Bucky send him a nod and they made their way to the kitchen.

Over the course of the next couple hours they talked about old memories and how today's world differs from the world they grew up in. One after one, the other team members started to fill the kitchen.

"Do you remember that one girl... Annie? I used to take her out every once in a while," Bucky reminisced. He enjoyed catching up with Steve after all that time.

"Yeah, I remember. You always had a golden hand with the girls, Buck," Steve agreed laughing.

"Well, he doesn't seem to struggle with female company in this decade either," Tony remarked.

"Huh?" Bucky furrowed his brows.

“Listen, Buck. You’re my best friend and -  I won’t lie -  I’m a little hurt that you would keep something so important to yourself but I’m really happy for you and (Y/N). I mean I understand that you want to keep your relationship private but we all want you to be happy. You deserve some happiness after all this mess you’ve been through,” Steve smiled at his friend.

“Wait what? You think I’m dating (Y/N)? Do all of you guys think we’re dating?” 

The incoherent mumbling confirmed his suspicion.

“I just saw you sneak out of her room this morning!” Steve tried to justify his assumption.

“We were watching Netflix! And besides, (Y/N) is dating that thunder dude. Thor.” Bucky explained, totally gobsmacked by what his friend just told him.

“You can’t be serious? (Y/N) and Goldilocks?” Tony couldn’t believe his ears. He’s known (Y/N) the longest out of all of the team. Now it was his turn to be a little miffed about not knowing something that important.

“I would’ve thought you’d know. With all the surveillance you got going on here, I mean”, Bucky still couldn’t fathom what he just heard.

“What’s going on here?” (Y/N) entered the room, still in her PJs.

“The team just revealed that they’re all convinced we’re dating”, Bucky explained.

(Y/N) raised her eyebrows but before she could say anything Natasha interrupted her “Well, we weren’t convinced. We just made the suggestion”, she back-paddled.

Bucky scrunched his face in a “WTF is she talking about” way.

“Ya know? For a top tier spy I would’ve expected more from you”, (Y/N) laughed.

“Actually, I didn’‘t believe them. I knew that Buck wouldn’t keep something like that from me”, Steve chirped in.

“Now that I can believe” (Y/N) laughed. She was totally amused by what was going on at that very moment. She made her way over to Steve and ruffled his blond hair “Look at what you did, guys. You corrupted our sweet baby Steve.”

Bucky, Steve and herself fell into fits of laughter while the other Avengers grunted and left the kitchen to get away from the situation. Nat and Tony were especially eager to leave since their pride was a little hurt, both not used to being wrong.

“They probably just don’t want to admit it. Easy picking Thor when he’s not even here to confirm or deny,” Tony mumbled with Natasha agreeing.

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Epilogue - Two weeks later

“So they thought you and him were in a relationship?” Thor’s thunderous laugh filled the room.

The rest of the Avengers groaned “Can we not just leave that behind? How were we supposed to know anyways?” Clint defended.

“Well, seems like common knowledge to me, my friend. Why would she be with James when I’m obviously the strongest Avenger,” he boomed happily, throwing his arm over (Y/N)’s shoulder.

She grinned, “You guys are never gonna live that down.”

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It’s You: Part 2

Summary: In which your date doesn’t go well and you meet a stranger who makes you forget all about it with his witty charm. But no numbers or names are exchanged between you two, leaving you both hopeless yet love crazed, never to find one another. Or so you think.  | Modern AU | Requested by Anon | Pairings: Bucky Barnes x CurlyHaired! Reader Word Count: 2.7k Warnings: Full-on fluff & comedyyyy, bickering between sam and bucky, language 

A/N:  I’m trying to get this story done before August ends and I’m just so happy I’m not experiencing writers' block *crosses fingers* And thank you so much for the incredible feedback from the first part you guys, it’s truly amazing! | Thanking @isaxhorror for giving this a look through!  Feedback is welcomed 💜 

PART 1

Focused on work, Bucky gnawed the end of his pen, trying to see where he may have messed up his calculations for a new design of technology that Stark Industries hired him to work on. Being an engineer wasn’t Bucky’s golden choice when it came to a career but he was pretty damn good at it. However, as much as he was a hard, talented worker, he always got too buried in once he devoted all his attention to it. 

“Buck, it’s almost 5. You can’t wear your work clothes to that date,” Steve breathed, sitting on his desk as the brunette continued to look down at his paper. 

“'N why not? I always look good when I come to work,” he stated, leaning back in his chair and twiddling the pen between his fingers now. 

Deeply sighing with annoyance, Steve crossed his arms over his chest, giving Bucky a stern look, “For the love of God, please go home and change into something decent. You’ve got grape jelly stains on your shirt. AND you smell of coffee and sweat.”

Bucky pursed his lips and shook his head. Steve did have a point but Bucky couldn’t care less. He opened his drawer and pulled out a Tide pen and Axe spray, two solutions to two problems Steve brought forth. After being stood up, Bucky didn’t want to continue the dating scene until after he felt the need to. As of right now, he wants to get his design done and manufactured before the year ended and having fewer distractions seemed necessary. 

“You’re fucking kiddin’ me right?” Steve gritted through his teeth, rolling his head back, “So what you got stood up! Big. Fucking. Whoop. Stop acting like a child. Clint told me his roommate is a really nice girl and with a great personality! Just give it a chance, please? Put yourself in her shoes; would you want a half-ass date?” 

The more Bucky thought about it, the more he realized Steve was right. It wasn’t fair and there was no way in hell he was going to ditch the date because being on the receiving end wasn’t fun. If Bucky was being honest, his retaliation and cold demeanor were all because he couldn’t get you out of his mind since last night. To think about someone else when you’re in the presence of another seemed cruel and it toyed with Bucky to the point that he just wished you’d get out from his thoughts. It pained him for wishing that but in a world this big, how was he going to find you; a needle in a haystack. 

Looking up at his friend, Bucky slowly sat up, clearing his throat, “Fine, I’ll be the best version of myself I can be.” 

A victory smile graced Steve’s face as he placed his hand in front of Bucky, the two high-fiving each other, “Atta boy! And before I forget, her name is Y/N.” 

Bucky nodded in acknowledgment. 

“What I miss?” Sam walked into Bucky's cubicle with a smile, chewing on his food that he held in a Tupperware.

“Is that my fucking food, Wilson?” Bucky growled, clenching his left fist that sat perfectly on his desk, his brows deepened with anger as he saw the ‘Property of Barnes’ written in Sharpie.

“Mhmm, sure is. I figured since you’re going out for dinner, you wouldn’t mind.” He smiled smugly, taking another bite of the chicken linguine pasta with alfredo sauce; one of Bucky’s favorite meals. 

The pen in Bucky's hand snapped in two as his anger progressed. “I hope you choke on it.”

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The soft panic that resided deep inside your chest kept coming and going, like a wave crashing on the shore. It wasn’t unusual, you were used to having this feeling whenever you were embarking on something new, something that you’ve never come across before. Online dating apps made things easier because you had a face to put with their descriptions and it allowed you to talk to them before setting anything up. But one thing you were good at was keeping your cool when things didn’t seem as bad as your mind had pictured it. 

Adjusting the sleeves to your off the shoulder striped blouse, you admired the way your outfit sculpted your body as you gazed into the full-length mirror. You wore black mid-rise jeans with your blouse tucked inside, extenuating your figure a bit more. Loose curls that you were accustomed to wearing down were now stuffed tightly into a bun that rested on the crown of your head, a few loose strands shaping your face. You kept your make-up light and soft which balanced off nicely with a bold berry pink lip and highlight. 

While you were lost in thought, Nat entered your room, softly knocking on the door frame in hopes to pull you out from wherever it was you seemed to go when you zoned out. “Damn, you look good.” 

Your eyes shifted from your reflection in the mirror to Natasha’s, a smile blossoming upon your lips. “Thanks, I know I do,” you playfully stated, flipping your imaginative hair then turned to face her. 

“Is Clint here yet?” She asked. 

“He said he'd be here in 5 minutes but that was 10 minutes ago.” You breathed out with a smirk, walking to your closet. “I’ve got an hour before I have to meet up with the guy anyway. I hope he isn’t shitty like the one I had last night.”

“Hmm, that’s right,” she paused with a lop-sided grin. “You’d prefer that so your ‘knight and shining armor’ can save you like he did last night, huh?” 

You dropped your shoulders and glared at Natasha, frustration creeping up your throat. “It’s like you want me to kick your ass.” 

Natasha snorted with a laugh, “I’d like to see you try.” Her amusement didn’t deflate after you gave her a scowled look, only prompting her to laugh some more. 

“Fine, fine! Suppose you’re not interested in the date, do you want me to call and pretend our apartment is flooding or something?” 

Thinking, you bit your lip, trying to decipher if that was necessary or not. Then again, you didn’t want your time wasted if you really weren’t all that interested and didn’t see the date progressing to another. “That doesn’t sound like a bad plan. Kinda like an SOS?”

“Exactly!” The red-head beamed, shifting on your bed. “Just shoot me a text and I’ll call. But if you can’t pick up after my second call, I’m coming down there then. Deal?” 

“Deal!” You laughed, excited that you had a backup plan just in case. You weren’t sure if you were looking more forward to Nat’s mission to save you or the date in itself, hoping you weren’t being overdramatic.

As your waves of laughter died down, the notification to your phone goes off with Clint’s text appearing across your screen. “I think Clint’s outside,” you wiggled your phone in the air and grabbed your bag before blowing Natasha a kiss goodbye. “See you soon!” 

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A whistle withdrew from Bucky's mouth as he observed the restaurant before him. It was a two-story turn-of-the-century townhouse with a lavish old-wealth charm. The night sky was vacant of any clouds, painting the perfect atmosphere for the event. He was glad Steve sent him home to change out from his basic work clothes to something more compatible with where he’d meet his date. 

His hair was brushed back into a neat bun that sat at the base of his neck. The brown blazer he wore fit nicely upon his broad shoulders, the contrast between the warm brown and black t-shirt he wore underneath was a nice combination. His black pants were pressed and sharp without a wrinkle in sight and his black shoes were shined to perfection, enough for him to see his own reflection. The musky scent of his cologne followed as Bucky walked into the establishment, smiling at the man by the front desk who then guided him through the wave of diners. 

Seated by the long bay windows, Bucky looked around the room, gazing at the pendant lights that were scattered across. He basked in the architectural beauty, the white walls and furniture creating an illusion of a space so large, that you could fit more than a crowd. The view of the city streets through the windows was the cherry on top. It brought a sort of relaxation to Bucky that he couldn’t quite explain but could get lost in the sea of life.  

Sighing with anxiety in his seat, Bucky peered at his watch, reading 5:35 p.m. on the dot. Just another 25 minutes before his date would show up and god knows what was going to happen. He could hope for the best and pray this date doesn’t stand him up or else Bucky was making a date with the bar and its' drinks. 

Bzzzt Bzzzt! Bzzzt Bzzzt!

Bucky reacted quickly to the sound of his phone going off in his pocket before grabbing the device out and accepting the call, groaning in silence. “What do you want, Wilson?”

“Did you make it to your destination?” 

“Yes! Now leave me alone. She could be here any minute now and I don’t want to be on the phone with you when she does. It doesn’t look good.” Bucky whispered harshly, scanning the room to see if anyone was making their way to the table. 

Sam furrowed his brows, “Boy, shut up. I just called to check up on you. Had to make sure you weren’t fucking things up. Now, remember to be nice and smile, okay? She doesn’t wanna see a grumpy cat.” He teased, practically hearing the anger on Bucky’s face. 

“At least I can smile without having my teeth look like a picket fence,” Bucky snickered, covering his mouth with his hand from releasing a heartfelt chuckle as Sam let out a chain of curses. Looking around the room once again, Bucky locked eyes with a woman whose face was painted with an expression of disgust and concern. But Bucky doesn’t let that get to him, flashing the couple a sweet smile before looking away. 

“Alright alright, I’ve gotta go. Bye.” 

A few more minutes passed by and Bucky glanced at his wristwatch again, absentmindedly bouncing his leg with anticipation. As the minutes click away, Bucky's chest weighed heavy, making it harder to breathe properly. He was so nervous that he had to pee really bad but didn’t want to get up from the table. There was a chance you could be coming at any second and he refused to miss that. 

But when the waiter comes by to refill his glass of water, the pressure in his abdomen worsened and Bucky had enough. Rising from his seat, he decided to make his way to the gentlemen’s room, knowing he had a few minutes to spare. He didn’t want to stay in discomfort the entirety of the date nor pee himself, the pain a constant reminder of how awkward it was. But before he went, Bucky stopped by the host at the front desk. 

“Hey, so I’m stepping into the restroom and if my date arrives, could you possibly notify her and seat her too? I won’t be too long.” He swallowed, earning a nod of approval then rushing towards the men's room. 

~ 5 minutes later ~

With a smile painted across your features, you stepped through the doors of the restaurant, looking around the place to capture the sense of atmosphere and energy. You were glad to spot the bar, your tongue craving for something bitter yet sweet to relax your muscles and nerves. Just a little bit of alcohol in your system brought you down from anxiety and it would help in a situation like this. You were jittery and anxious, to say the least, a million thoughts running across your mind. All of what and how the date would turn out; for the best or possibly the worst. 

As you’re about to be helped by the host, Bucky treads out from the restroom, peeking over towards his table to see if his date had arrived or not and she hadn’t. Something inside him was relieved but also sad because he wanted to get this night over and done with. 

Unable to break his gaze from his table, Bucky hadn’t noticed you were walking in the same direction as he was. Without breaking his stride, he ran into your chest, causing both of you to lose your balance. However, if it wasn’t for Bucky’s swift like movements, he wouldn’t have saved you from falling onto your ass as he firmly gripped your arms and helped you ground your feet onto the surface. 

People watched and did nothing, going about their business. 

“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” Bucky spluttered, helping you stand up properly as a wave of utter embarrassment and mortification washed over him.   

“No no, I'm sorry. I should've paid close attention,” you said, letting go of Bucky and adjusting the strap of your purse over your shoulder. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” 

“No, I’m fine. What ab-” Bucky paused, his eyes studying your face once he saw who he had collided into. They widened in shock. A happy shock. His stomach felt heavy with familiarity, lips twitching into a cheeky grin. Words didn’t fall out from his mouth, he just stood there like a love-struck puppy, drenched in bewilderment. 

When you don’t hear the man finish his sentence, your brows knit together in confusion, prompting you to look up and see his reasoning. And as you do, you stiffen momentarily before your mind registers what was going on. 

“Oh my god,” you breathed with a smile slowly building across your face, heart fluttering with every beat. 

It was your knight and shining armor. 

“It’s you!” you both marveled in unison, laughing that you said the same thing. It was unbelievable, the realization hitting both of you hard and fast.  

“What are you doing here? I mean,” you chuckled breathlessly, scrunching your face at your question, “How is it possible to see you here? It’s not like the city is that small.” 

“Trust me, I’m as surprised as you are,” Bucky grinned, his jaw dropping with amusement, but it immediately faints away, remembering his reason for being here tonight. 

“I, uh, have a date,” he half-heartedly smiled and ducked his head, shoving his hands in his pockets, the twinkle in his blue orbs losing its shine. 

“Oh,” you pouted but forced a smile to hide the disappointment, “Me too. I’m supposed to meet him now but… ,” you chuckled, trailing your words as your gaze traveled across various tables. 

Bucky remained quiet, scanning the room himself because the tension between you two increased. Becoming awkward and frustrating. 

“I got worried for a sec.” He admitted, breaking the silence. 

You turned your attention back on him, eyes raking over his facial features. “And why is that?” 

He cocked his head, “I thought it was the same guy from last night.” Bucky smirked, recalling the incident. 

“Oh god no! Why would I after his behavior,” you laughed, placing your hands on your chest. Lips urged to smile hard but you bit it from doing so, feeling your cheeks warm up in the presence of Bucky. You both stared at each other with soft eyes, silence casting its blanket over you two again but a good kind. 

The host cleared his throat, pursing his lips with a grin as his eyes darted between you and Bucky. Realizing what time it was, you snapped back to the depressing depths of reality. “Well, I don’t want to keep your date waiting.”

“Neither do I,” Bucky swallowed, turning his attention to the host.

“Please, would you both come with me and I’ll escort you to your table,” he informed, earning confused looks from you and Bucky. 

Assuming the host would guide both of you to your appropriate tables, you quietly follow the gentleman before sensing something was way off. Hesitantly, you peered over at Bucky who had the same look as you did, a mixture of fear and uncertainty. 

As the distance to the table grew closer and closer, it clicked in your brains. 

“James?”

“Y/N?”

PART 3

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Oh Hell No (Pt. II)

Pairing: BuckyxReader

Humorous angst, Smut  

Word Count: 1816

Plot: You and Bucky hate each other. Almost any time you’re together, you end up fighting. It often turns into explosive fights, and the team is sick of it. But neither of you care. So you nor Bucky do anything to rectify the problem. Especially Bucky. He uses a nickname for you that he knows makes you angrier than anything. And then…Something interesting happens.

Note: Obviously go to part 1 first. This is an immediate follow up to the end of that chapter. Link will also be on the bottom.

Part 1

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10 hours earlier You and Bucky were both sent to go get the multiple bags of extra ice that were currently being delivered. Wanda had decided that she wanted to throw a big-ass party on the compound. And after a couple of hours, everyone was out of ice. How the hell was one supposed to chill champagne, and wine without copious amounts of ice? It would be a tragedy. But of course, you were the one that was sent to go help Bucky. Mostly because you were the least drunk person around. Steve normally would have gone, but he had yet to show up. “Are you sure that they said that they came at this entrance?” asked Bucky in his oh too familiar annoyed tone. “Well that’s where it says they are. Right here.” “Let me see that,” he groaned while snatching your phone out of your hand and took a good look at your screen. “Typical,” he sighed while shaking his head. You had the sense that he wasn’t feeling frustrated by the delivery people having not been there when they already said they were. “What?” “Nothing,” he groaned, shaking his head. Other than the fact that you really would mix up which entrance to go to. This is the East entrance. Not the South entrance.” You felt an intense surge of anger radiate throughout your entire body. He really had to be mean about it too, didn’t he? “Why the fuck do you hate me so much?” you asked interrogatively. “I’m always doing something wrong, and when I’m doing something right, you always find a way to point out every single flaw. Especially when it comes to going out on assignments. So what is it, Buck? It can’t be because I’m a girl because you seem to be fine with everyone else male or female except for me.” “Y/N,” he responded. you’re the cockiest person I’ve ever met. And that includes against Steve.” You frowned, and narrowed your eyes. “You never listen. You always want to do what you want to do. And you always think that you’re right! So when you do just so happen to succeed, you expect everyone to give you a pat on the head like you’re a puppy that just learned how to roll over.” “I’m cocky?” you retaliated. “You put yourself in way worse situations than I do, and you never listen either when other tell you not to do it! So what makes you much different?” “Don’t act like it’s the same thing when it’s me other than when you, Sam, or Nat.” “Why?” You exclaimed. “Because you’re the immortal super soldier?” “You know what, sweetheart?” he replied, stepping incredibly close to you to seem more menacing. You stared angrily into his sharp blue eyes. Your breaths began to grow more erratic as he towered over you, and neither of you gave up on the staring contest. “That’s exactly why.” After a good 10 second stare-down, you impulsively pulled his face closer to yours, and kissed him.

You had no idea what came over you. Maybe it was a mix of him being too close to you for comfort, the sharp stare that you were so familiar with, and the fact that you just wanted him to shut up already. Either way, he was not pulling away. In fact, he pulled you closer. Kissed you deeper. Brought his left hand to move up and down your waist with his right on the side of your face as things grew hotter and hotter. His body heat radiated onto you, and you felt your heart beat faster and faster. You didn’t even have time, or the sense to think about what was going on, or why it was happening. Was it the frustration manifesting into some sort of odd result? Misplaced lust? Something else? Those thoughts, (or lack thereof) didn’t stop anything from escalating as hard or fast as it did. He pushed you back a few feet and pressed you against the wall, not faltering on what he was doing before. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled yourself up so that he was holding you, and your legs were wrapped around him. And now he moved his mouth from your mouth over to your neck. Within seconds of him biting along your neck (which you knew was definitely going to leave a mark), you uncontrollably let out a soft moan. When you did, you felt him smile deviously against your neck as one of his hands moved lower and lower down the front of your torso. By the time he slid his hand down your pants he was facing you, smugly staring, and studying how your expression changed as he pressed his fingers onto your underwear covered core. He liked seeing you at his mercy. There was no denying now that you were completely under his spell. You freed yourself from his grip and grabbed his right wrist. When you looked back, you saw that he looked confused for a moment. But when he saw which direction you were going in, he knew exactly where you were taking him. His room. His room was barely 100 feet away from where you were moments ago. So, you were inside in less than a minute. When he closed the door behind him, you pulled your shirt off in one swift movement and threw it across the room. He stepped closer to you, and kissed you ravenously once again and unclasped your bra. No fair. You pulled away again and began to pull his shirt up. Message noted. When he (figuratively) ripped it off, he swept you up, threw you on the bed like a ragdoll and positioned himself, planking over your jello-like body. He softly brushed his lips down your jawline, your neck, your exposed chest, and down your torso and stopped when he reached your hipbones. He knew he was being a tease, and he could tell by the way your body started to lightly tremble that it was working. When he pulled your leather pants along with your underwear off, your body was practically screaming for more. You wanted him to have you. For the time being, you wanted to be his. And he did…And you were. He had you reeling in ways that you had never felt before. He pushed you over the edge over, and over, and over again. In fact, he had you screaming at some point. Nobody had ever been able to do that before. Be the end of it, you felt as though you couldn’t speak. Or even move. So, you allowed your eyes to close, and you faded off into a deep, deep sleep. … That name triggered you the same way that it had last night. “Sweetheart.” He wasn’t saying it in some loving way that a boyfriend or husband would say it. It was sarcastic, and condescending. And yet…A spark went off in your brain when he said it. It made you feel something strange. Sure, you felt that usual anger…But you felt that weird feeling before anger. Did you feel anger because of that weird, unexplained feeling? Was it just a feeling that was a two second precursor to anger? Was it some weird form of lust that stemmed from being mentally flogged by that nickname? Either way…It lead you to make the exact same mistake as last night. You angrily stormed over to him and kissed him. You kissed him harder, deeper, and more unreservedly than the first time you kissed last night. And he reciprocated without hesitation. It was suddenly clear that what had happened last night was about to happen right here, right now on this floor. You pushed him down to the ground and settled yourself to sit on him where you could feel that he was just as lustful for you as you were for him in the moment. You used that to your advantage, grinding yourself  against him, quickly resulted in light gasps and moans from the both of you. And because of that previous familiarity, and memory of how intense things were, you wanted him to have you once again. Right on that floor. Right away. And he did.   … One year later. “Wanda, you really do find any occasion to throw a party whenever you can, don’t you?” “Oh come on, Y/N. What was I not going to throw a party for this?” You rolled your eyes and scooted closer to her on the couch to have a better look at what she was pulling up on her iPad. Of course, she had the party planner app open, and then started searching to her regular websites to order everything she needed to make things as perfect as she wanted them. “Oh, and look at this cake designer that I’m ordering from. He specializes on these types of things,” she stated. “Aren’t they cool, or what?” “Wanda, we do not need something this fancy for right now.” “Of course you do!” she exclaimed. “You only get engaged…well…Hopefully once. I’m pretty sure this is the one and only time you’ll be engaged.” You chuckled, looking down at the silver diamond ring that Bucky had given you not 48 hours ago. It had two little diamonds on each side of a larger red ruby in the middle. It was the most beautiful ring that you had ever seen in your life. You really couldn’t believe that this was happening to you. You were engaged. On top of that you were engaged to someone you couldn’t stand the sight of like a year and a half ago. When you finally got your clothes back on after that one impromptu moment of passion in the home theatre a year ago, you both sat down on the floor against the wall next to each-other and called a truce. Steve walked in at that moment saw you with your head on his shoulder. And he looked disturbed. You were confused. You both were confused. You thought that he wanted you guys to bury the hatchet. “I could have gone my entire life without seeing that,” he said, shaken up. That’s when you realized. “You didn’t—” “Oh, I saw,” He stated, pointing at his phone followed by pointing at the fucking CCTV camera in the corner. First of all…you had no idea that that was there in the first place. Second of all, you had no idea that he’d be spying on you while having you locked in. And oh gosh, you knew the security system in the whole building had sound. “I’m gonna fucking kill you, Steve,” said Bucky. And the rest was history. Gone were the days where the sound of the word ‘sweetheart’ made you go into a blind rage. Now, you couldn’t wait until the next time he called you that again.

Pt: 1 just in case

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You were my mission (Pt 1) Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi you guys so this is really shitty and my first Bucky imagine so don’t mind plot holes and bad writing, I really tried.

Word Count: 2707

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (over 18 ofc)

Warnings: Language, mentions of torture/abuse, mentions of killing/assassination. 

You stood in the corner observing what was being done in the middle of the room by Tony and Bruce. You weren’t necessarily listening but you still had a general understanding of what was going on. 

“And so with doing that, we’ll need eyes up in the North-East corner, Cap that’s where you’ll be stationed,” Tony said, bringing up a map and circling where Steve would be earning a small nod from him.

“Wanda you’ll be right below on ground level, we’ll give you a disguise of some sort. Just stay low and stay alert.”  Tony added,

“Let me guess, a hat and sunglasses?” Wanda replied snarkily. Tony paused before answering her in the same tone,

“Of sorts.” 

Tony continued talking about the plan for the next mission which was a new routine for everyone as Steve is usually the one coordinating everything. This was Tony’s fight and he said he couldn’t do it alone so by all means, everyone was there to help, including Bucky who he had a very complicated relationship with.

“And as for my most dangerous asset,” Tony went on not really grabbing your attention, “you will be with Barnes and Romanoff ready to fight.” 

Confused you looked up only to find the majority of everyone looking at you.

“What?” You asked confused.

“You’ll be with Barnes and Romanoff to hold the bad guys off, were you listening to anything Y/N?” Tony asked.

“I was listening, just didn’t realize you meant me by ‘most dangerous asset’. That usually means Natasha.” You responded, crossing your arms on your chest and leaning further against the wall you were stood in front of.

“Well, usually it would mean her but we-well she discovered you actually have a wider skill set than her when we were going through files the other day.” Tony answered, picking up his half-eaten donut and taking another bite out of it.

“Oh, okay then.” was all you said before Tony announced the meeting was adjourned and to be sharp in the morning. 

You pushed yourself off of the wall and began walking back to your room. ‘Most dangerous asset’ just didn’t sit right with you. It never sounded great when Natasha was considered to be the most dangerous without some sort of serum or a suit of any kind because Natasha is a sweetheart, she’s your best friend and you could never see her as dangerous, just as you could never see your self as dangerous. Your closeness with Natasha wasn’t because you two were considered dangerous, it was because of how similar you grew up and how you were trained.

When you were a child, you had always considered yourself to be a lover. Fighting was something you hated and you would always get in the middle of your siblings fights to scream and make some peace. You loved your family, your mom in particular and you were always by her side even when she told you to go away. She had always seemed stressed out but there were 2 years of your life where she was what you would have considered them beyond paranoid, but what you would consider now reasonably paranoid. Your family went into hiding and you weren’t ever allowed to leave your house that was boarded and locked from the inside out. Your family was always there, inside and fighting then one day, your family wasn’t there anymore. 

All you could remember were dark figures and never seeing home again. The people who had taken you were apart of the W.V.T Operative, properly known as ‘Waffe Von Tod’ which roughly translates to ‘Weapon of Death’. 

  You were their weapon of death. They abducted you, trained you, taught you, and when you didn’t comply with their orders, they would punish you. You weren’t the first they had tried to break. There were many before you but you were their greatest achievement. You were set out on missions, credited with over three dozen assassinations in just six years, and you were damn good at it but your compliance with their orders changed when they set you out on a mission to kill Bucky. You had heard his story and the moment you saw his face, his movements, and the obvious pain in his eyes, you lowered your weapon and approached him.

Your eyes lay still on the man you were sent to take out, his movements quick and his body language anxious. You caught a glimpse of his eyes and all that was there was pain and fear. Something that you saw every time you looked in a mirror. All that was running through your head was that this was a mission and you had to comply or else you would be tortured but you couldn’t bring yourself to take out your gun and get the job done and over with. 

The yelling in your mind was almost too much but you were tired of playing these games. You hated who you had become and what you were made out to be and you wanted to be different, even if it did mean putting your life on the line. You couldn’t kill him. He reminded you too much of yourself and you have done so much to keep yourself alive. 

You lowered your weapon and took off your mask before walking away from the broken window you were sat in front of. You walked down the abandoned stairwell and when you reached the bottom, you stood at the door leading out to your mission and wondered if this was truly worth it. You shook off those thoughts and opened the door, a loud creaking noise escaping from the hinges causing Bucky to jump up and whip around. You stood there, your eyes meeting his from far away and you did the only thing that you could think to do and put your hands up. 

“Bucky?” You called out to try and reassure your mind that it was, in fact, the person you were set out to kill standing in front of you as you walked closer.

“Who are you?” He asked, looking as if he were ready to run at any moment. 

“I’m Y/N and you have to listen to me or else both of us will be killed.” You said, now directly in front of him. His eyebrows furrowed together as a look of confusion washed over his face. Your eyes met his once again and you searched for trust in all of the pain and anger but couldn’t see past it. 

“You have to trust me.” You whispered, waiting for a response. 

“Why should I trust you?” He asked, his stance stiff and his breath rigid. 

“Because I was sent here to kill you,” You stated which caused an immediate reaction of him backing away but you grabbed his hands. “I’m not going to kill you!” You almost yelled, making Bucky stop and look at you.

“What?” He responded, sounding shocked almost. 

“Because you don’t deserve to die. Now listen to everything I am about to tell you and you will live but don’t and we both die. Got it?” You said letting go of his hands and sitting down on the bench he was previously sat at.

     After that mission and after you had helped him get out alive, you set out on your own mission. Kill every W.V.T agent walking this earth and you did for the most part. After you had completed your mission, you tried to find ways to build up a life for yourself which ended up with you living in a one-bedroom apartment with a mold problem. You had lived there and worked three horrible jobs for about two months before Nick Fury showed up at your door one day. You didn’t know how he found you considering your identity was wiped and you created a new one for yourself, but he did and that’s how you were recruited to the Avengers and met your best friend and reunited with the man you saved.

     You’d been living with and going on missions with the Avengers for almost a year now and since you started, your relationship with Bucky had always been odd. Even though you weren’t asking for any special treatment for saving his life, it would be nice if he would acknowledge you more often when you weren’t on missions. 

You entered your room, shutting the door before changing into your pajamas and walking to your bed turning on the television that sat parallel to you. Going to Netflix, you picked the show you were currently binging and got under the covers. 

Two episodes had passed and you decided that you were hungry so you paused the show and threw your legs over your mattress standing up. Before exiting your room you checked the time which read 11:47 PM which meant everyone should be asleep for the night so you were careful not to make any loud noises. You walked into the hallway, the cold night air making you shiver. You were wearing an oversized t-shirt with loose pajama shorts underneath and you regretted not bringing your blanket as you shivered, crossing your arms over your chest.

Walking into the kitchen, you hummed an absent tune, words leaving your lips when you could remember which ones to say. You looked through the fridge but all you could find were vegetables and healthy foods when you really just wanted junk. Closing the fridge, you turned to go to the pantry on the other side of the wall but saw a dark figure sitting at the table causing you to jump. You switched on the light and saw Bucky sitting there with a book in front of him. 

“Bucky what the hell are you doing? You scared the shit out of me!” You asked holding your hand up to your heart.

“I was reading.”

“In the dark?” 

“Super soldier serum doll.” Bucky said in a soft tone making your heart flutter. Whenever you had any interaction, he would call you Doll and you tried to convince yourself that it was something he called all of the girls he encounters, but you have yet to hear him call Nat or Wanda Doll in any situation.

“Steve can’t see in the dark.” You retaliated, sitting down across from him.

“Yes, he can.” 

“Since when?”

“Since 1941.” 

“Oh.” Was all you could say before looking down at the table, earning a small laugh from Bucky.

“So,” You said carrying out the vowel, “Whatcha reading?” You asked him, reaching across the table and grabbing the book from him. You flipped it over and the title read ‘Gardening Secrets’.

“Gardening Secrets? Do you like to garden?” You asked, handing the book back to Bucky who had a flushed look on his face.

“Uh well I don’t really do it but it seems interesting.” He stammered, an apparent blush rising to his face.

“I love gardening! I could help you start if you would like? And Ms.Potts is an avid gardener too, I’m sure you could ask her questions if need be.” You said excitedly causing Bucky’s worried expression to disappear. 

“Really? You’d do that? You don’t think it’s weird?” He asked you, his voice still soft and his eyes big and full of hope instead of worry, confusion, or pain.

“Of course Bucky! And no I don’t think it’s weird, gardening can be very therapeutic because it’s like you’re responsible for life. You helped create and sustain that life and it makes you feel needed. Wanted even. That’s what it did for me at least.” You trailed off, meeting Bucky’s eyes with your own to find he was already looking at you.

“Did you not feel wanted or needed before?” He asked, worry taking over his eyes once again.

“Not really,” You replied with a sigh, “I just felt more so an accessory to win.” 

“Without you, I would be dead y/n.”

“I know, I know but if my emotions hadn’t taken over you would also be dead because of me so I think that cancels out.”

“Still, you’re needed and wanted by us more than you know doll.” Bucky said, his voice smooth and sweet. You looked up into his eyes and smiled softly, a smile which he returned making your heart skip a beat. Bucky didn’t really smile much so to think you were the reason for this one made you blush.

“Thank you, Bucky.” You said quietly. This was the most you two had spoken since you helped him escape the rampage W.V.T had staged in case he tried to get away from you and all you’ve wanted to do is talk to him and feel him, really feel him. His presence, his touch, his words, but he never seemed open to a conversation that wasn’t work-related. His eyes would always dart away from you and he would never be in the same room as you for longer than he had to be. All that you had to cling onto was his constant need to address you as “Doll”. 

Before your missions with W.V.T, it was your job to study the person you were sent after as closely as you could. Sometimes that would mean book work but most times it would mean following that person around for weeks at a time to study their routine, their movements, what made them jump, what made them relax, and that was the part of the job you dreaded more than killing. It made you feel more empathy than you ever thought you could because with doing that, you would realize that they are human just like you. Granted most of the missions were to kill criminals and enemies, there were the few that didn’t deserve to die and Bucky was one of them. You followed him around for two weeks, watching him, studying him and after the first day, you knew you couldn’t do what you were sent to do. You spent those two weeks in a battle with your humanity and your willingness to comply and in the end, your humanity won once and for all.

A small smile spread across Bucky’s face as you readjusted yourself in your seat. 

“So besides not feeling wanted or needed, why have we never had an actual conversation?” You asked, holding your chin in your hands, elbows propped up on the table. Bucky’s eyebrows raised as he opened his mouth to speak.

“We’ve had conversations!” He responded.

“We’ve had small words exchanged, mission talks, and me giving you instructions to save both of our lives.”

Bucky was silent for a minute, looking down his brows furrowing, he began to answer,

“I just-” He started, “I just never thought you would want to speak to me s’ all.” 

“And why is that?”

“Well for starters Doll, you were sent to kill me.”

“Hey!” You exclaimed, throwing a crumb of something at him, “That’s not fair and plus I didn’t kill you because I liked you so much.” You sassed back at him.

“I was only kidding!” He said, laughing a bit which was honest to everything the most beautiful sound.

“On the contrary to me almost killing you and all, I really do want to talk with you more, you’re fun to talk to.” You said to Bucky, smiling a tiny bit.

“I’d like that Doll.” He said softly, returning the smile. Your eyes met before you stood up, stretching.

“Well Mr.Barnes, I am going to go to bed so I’ll leave you and your book.” You said, grabbing a bag of chips out of the pantry. Walking into the hallway you turned around to look at the man,

“Goodnight Bucky.”

“Goodnight Doll.” He said and for once, his eyes showed something that wasn’t pain or worry, but something good that you couldn’t quite place. You smiled sweetly at him before turning and walking back to your room, feeling his eyes follow you until you were out of sight. 

Entering your room, all you could feel were butterflies in your stomach and a smile creeping across your face. 

What was this man doing to you?

Criticism is welcome!!! Sorry again this was really bad but pt2 is coming soon!

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Chasing Time

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: Major Endgame spoilers

Words: 2,100 (I am so SO sorry! I went a little overboard with this chapter😬)

With time constantly ticking by, the reader decides it’s finally time to start a family. With or without a man. So she recruits one of the Avengers for assistance. But how exactly will that pan out for them? (Part 12 of my series - Chasing Time)

With Christopher finally under control you were able to have a little peace of mind. Having a baby in Stark Tower with Steve, and Natasha was the greatest experience in the world. Although you and Nat had your differences, you had still managed to coincide with one another for the sake of not going completely mad. Shortly after discovering Christopher’s powers, though, you’d all made the move to the compound. Tony had left after making the super suit for his godchild with the announcement that Pepper was expecting; assuring you that if anything went wrong you should give him a call. Your kids were going to be almost nine months apart, but, even so, it took five years for them to finally meet.

“Christopher! Your lunch is ready!” You shouted down the hall to your five year old son. He’d been in the living room playing with his toy action figures which was a change from what he usually did; messing with his powers. Most of them had dissipated with time, but one of them in particular had stuck around for good. His metallic ability was the first one to go, along with the telekinesis shortly after; which you couldn’t say you were mad about. The one that stayed; being able to light things on fire.

Steve had grown to calling him the “human torch” at three years old, and the nickname stuck. They would practice the safety of super powers outside on the front lawn; which generally ended in more than one thing catching on fire while Steve attempted to put it out with the fire extinguishers that were always on hand. It was considered a good day when only a few things managed to get singed, and, while he’d never been as buff as his father, he still wasn’t the smallest boy in his class. One thing that never changed in the slightest was his striking resemblance to Steve, and you questioned when someone might begin to notice, but no one ever did.

“Mom, someone’s at the front gate. He’s yelling something about ants,” your son said, confused.

“Well, where’s Steve?” You asked, wondering why he hadn’t opened the gate, or at least check to see who it was.

“Nat told me he was at another meeting,” Christopher explained, setting his Captain America action figure on the bar as he took a few bites of his dinosaur chicken nuggets.

Steve had been attending more and more meetings lately. While he’d managed to help a few of the people move on, there were still several that remained stuck in the past; just like him. What you didn’t know was that he still talked about you there, and how he had been fighting this battle for over five years of whether he should move on from Peggy, or keep her presence alive through him. Steve talked about your son, and how close they had become; not to mention the feelings he got when he saw the two of you together. Whether you were playing, talking, or relaxing on the couch with Christopher, he still couldn’t shake the feeling that he might want something more.

Every time, the instructor always asked him the same question, sounding like a broken record. “What does your heart tell you?” That was the problem, even after all this time, it still wouldn’t give him a direct answer.

“What is that sound?” You heard Steve remark, coming into the kitchen and swiping a chicken nugget from off his son’s plate.

“Thought you were at another meeting?” You questioned, giving him the side eye for taking Christopher’s food.

“We finished early,” he corrected, listening even closer. “Am I hearing things, or does it sound like someone is yelling?”

“Must be your hearing, I read that it’s the first thing to go with age,” you joked, playfully, and he rolled his eyes.

“I told mommy some strange man has been yelling outside about ants,” Christopher shrugged, throwing his Captain America doll into the air as he pretended it could fly.

Steve’s expression shifted to curiosity before heading to the living room for Friday to pull up the front cameras for the house. On his way out of the kitchen, though, he turned around and pointed at his son. “Captain America doesn’t fly,” he corrected, smirking as he continued on his way.

“Friday, open the camera for the front gait,” Steve ordered, looking directly at a disheveled Scott Lang who was leaping up and down and shouting nonsense.

Natasha sat up from her seat behind him in shock. “What the hell?” She fumbled for the controls, zooming in on his face to confirm it was him.

“This is an old message, right?” Steve thought, trying to brush it off as some kind of coincidence, but what he hadn’t expected was for Natasha to shake her head no.

Immediately they opened the gate and let him in, freaking out when they learned how he had made it back. “Do you think we could get the others back the same way?” Steve considered as the excitement in the room began to build.

Scott went on about time travel, and later it was suggested that you all get the gang back together. What they had forgotten to remember was that Tony Stark was a father now, and so was Steve. Reversing the affects completely would still mean losing people you cared about. Which is why there would be no reversing it all; just bringing them all back to the present.

That’s exactly how you all ended up at Tony Stark’s cabin in the woods. You had to admit that the lake was beautiful, but the seclusion itself did not scream Stark Tower. No, it seemed as though starting a family had really caused him to change his ways.

To be honest, you hadn’t tagged along in the hopes of getting the opportunity to time travel. What you really wanted was to be able to see Tony again. Life had gotten in the way of you two, and, even though you were best friends, there still was never enough time for you and him to get together. He said he’d always be a phone call away, but you always told yourself that a phone goes two ways, and, if he didn’t want to talk to you, you would still be okay.

“Hey, tin-man, long time no see,” you snapped, smirking at him as you ran over to give Tony Stark a hug.

“What’s going on, guys?” He laughed, squeezing you tightly as he looked over at Natasha, Scott, Steve, and Christopher.

“We may have found a way to bring everyone back,” Steve informed him, using his authoritative tone. You had to admit, it’d been a long time since you’d heard him use his Captain America voice, but it was still just as hot as you’d remembered years ago.

“Sorry guys, I can’t. Anything else, anything, but not that,” Tony politely declined. Even after Scott’s in depth explanation, and how positively sure he was that it would work, Tony still refused to budge.

We left feeling less enthusiastic, but we had managed to convince Thor, Rocket, Banner, Nebula, Rhodey, and Clint to rejoin our team. Which brought us back to the compound where we were preparing our first jump.

Scott was the first to go back on his own which hadn’t ended as planned. First; we didn’t think we’d get him back, then he was a teenager, and an old man, and, finally, a baby. Until we‘d mastered it on the fifth try, and got the original Scott back.

After our first trial run with him we let Clint go back to guarantee our success. Which came back as our first official good leap, putting us in the clear to all go back together.

Not before Tony decided to make his grand appearance, though. I was expected to follow strict orders from Tony, and Steve. They wanted me to remain unseen since my past self wouldn’t have been with them after they’d captured Loki. I was basically just going to be there in the off chance that they needed me.

Christopher would be joining us in the jump, and, although his powers were dodgy at best, he still could come in handy. “Are you ready?” You had asked him as you took his hand. He shook his head excitedly, and gave Steve a smile before you all went back to the year 2012.

With the dispersal of everyone throughout the town, you and Christopher made your way to the lobby of Stark Tower. Tony said that it shouldn’t take him long and he would be down with the tesseract. As you waited there with your son, though, you began to question whether or not he was ever actually going to show. That was until he finally came down, and he still managed to let the tesseract fall into Loki’s hands so that he could get away.

“Well, that went better than I thought it would,” you admitted, sarcastically, as you rolled your eyes at him.

“Give me a break, I was trying my best. Where were you?” Tony remarked, giving you a side eye.

“Taking care of my son, and watching you, butterfingers,” you retaliated, annoyed.

“Looks like we’re gonna have to go with plan ‘B’,” Tony thought allowed as we met up with Steve and Scott.

“Tell me you got it?” Steve growled in his husky voice, already giving Tony a dirty look.

“Not exactly,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I have a plan, though!”

Tony’s plan was for us to go back to the 1970’s, and you were anything but okay with that. You knew there was a chance that Steve would see Peggy, and you didn’t know if you could handle that kind of rejection taking place right in front of you. It was one thing to imagine it in your head, but seeing it with your own eyes would be the very thing that would break your heart.

Of course that meant Tony insisting you go with them; partially because he wanted you as back up, and because he wanted you there for Steve. You hesitated, but agreed, and Scott assured you that he’d take care of Christopher while you were gone.

Steve seemed to know his way around the 70’s, and when you followed him down an elevator and into a dark room you felt your heart drop to your stomach. Peggy was standing on the other side of the glass in the middle of a conversation with someone else. Your eyes drifted to Steve who was watching her intensely, but you couldn’t make out the expression on his face. Was he considering the idea of running in there?

You were pulled from your thoughts by Steve who was gesturing for you to follow him out, so that you could get back to Tony. The entire time you couldn’t shake the idea, though, that something had changed. He seemed to hold himself differently, and his dark, stern, voice made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

“You may be the star spangled man with a plan, but are you sure you know where you’re going?” You scoffed, following him down enough hallways that you were starting to get dizzy.

“Be quiet,” he ordered, making it down a long stretch before pushing open a door as the sunlight poured across your face.

“You know, you may be in charge of everyone else, but I don’t have to listen to you.” The words cut like knives as they slipped off your tongue, and you immediately regretted having said it.

“Then why exactly are you here? I’m trying to help you, and if people hear you talking like that then you’re gonna blow our cover.” His retaliation hadn’t been angry, but informing, which made you realize that he hadn’t been saying it to be rude. No, he was doing it to get the job done, and get out of here. What was it that ran through his head when he saw Peggy after all these years? Why was he so ready to go back to the present?

It was too late, Tony was back, and you were all standing together to prepare for the leap back to the future. You would just have to give it a little extra thought some other time because, right now, looking up at him, it didn’t feel like you were standing next to Captain America. It felt like you were with the person you’d fall in love with oh so long ago; Steve Rogers.

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