#hydra assholes: oh come on!

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One of the best things about CA:TWS is how everyone is just mildly annoyed at Steve’s superhuman abilities

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Celebrating 10 Years of CA:TWS — A Stucky Rec List

Rec list for the CA:TWS 10th Anniversary Event @catws-anniversary (thank you so much for organizing this event! 💙) | Prompt: Memories

10 years, huh? 10 years of Captain America: The Winter Soldier. 10 years of what many—myself included—still consider to be the best MCU movie ever made.

But also 10 years of post-TWS fanfiction. 10 years of Bucky Barnes Recovering and Steve Rogers' Sadness Errands; of Up All Night to Get Bucky and Revenge Road Trips; of Winter Soldier Trauma Umbrellas and Everybody Needing A Goddamn Hug; of Good Bros and Soft Epilogues. 10 years and tens of thousands of Steve/Bucky fics later, here we are.

So, to mark the occasion, let's take a trip down memory lane and celebrate the movie and the stories it inspired: One fic from each year since it all began:

There's really only one rule here: All fics are set before, during, or after the events of CA:TWS and/or reimagine its plot in interesting ways. Naturally, many of the fics on this list are post-TWS canon divergent, but I tried to go for a nice variety of length, genre, and popularity to keep it interesting. Speaking of popularity, this is very much not intended as a round-up of ‘most popular fics of each year’ because—and I say this with all the love and respect in my heart for those stories and their authors—nobody needs a rec list for that, and I believe in spreading the love. Here we go:

Poltergeists by enemyofrome | 17K, T

Author's summary: When the helicarriers blow up and the Winter Soldier goes on the run, he takes Steve with him. He's got a name written in Morse code on the inside of his arm, a ton of questions he doesn't know how to ask, and now, a new handler with absolutely zero sense of self-preservation to contend with. Life is hard. In which Bucky tries to figure out whether he's a human being, Steve does everything he can to keep from losing him again, and there are lots of explosions.

Starting off with one of the best versions of the 'Bucky didn't leave Steve, he took him with him after the Potomac' fics that were (and still are!) so popular post-TWS. This one stands out because of its fantastic beginning, its interesting take on how Bucky was broken and remade into the Winter Soldier, and because it allows both characters to be messy. It's a popular fanon trope that it's Steve who brings out a ruthless, almost vicious streak in Bucky, but here it's emphasized that this is very much a mutual thing. Just like Bucky, who's often afforded the "excuse" of still figuring out how to be a person again, Steve gets to be difficult here—without ever turning him into a stubborn asshole. They're both traumatized, and they're both allowed to show it and to lash out, including at each other. Also, this fic will give you capital-F Feelings about morse codes and apples. Believe me.

sleepwalk back to the battle site by ftmsteverogers | 22K, T

Author's summary: “I’m going to track down every HYDRA agent that’s left,” Bucky says, buckling his gun deftly to his belt. “And then I’m going to kill them.” “Oh,” Steve says. “Come with me?” Bucky asks, dangerous hands tucked into his pockets.

A classic post-TWS fic that picks up right after the movie ends. Equal parts Revenge Roadtrip, Bucky Barnes recovering, and Steve Rogers being in urgent need of a good hug. This starts out intensely melancholic—Steve's despair and helplessness are palpable and there's a scene involving a drinking glass that still brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it. Halfway through, the story changes pace and becomes much more action-heavy, but it still manages to allow space for the quiet, intimate moments between Steve and Bucky. They have both become sharp and deadly men, but they're also allowed to be soft with each other. Their coming together feels sweet and inevitable. I also really enjoyed the Steve characterization here. His absolute conviction that Bucky is still Bucky at his very core and always will be, but also his emotional and intellectual flexibility to adapt to this still-new-to-him, changed version of Bucky rang very true to me.   

Surveillance by Sproings, 7K in 2 parts, G

Author's summary: If there are ears everywhere, that means it's somebody's job to listen. I hate my job.

Do you ever think about how SHIELD bugged Steves DC apartment and how horrible that was, but also...you're kind of curious what they might have overheard? Do you ever wonder about the people who listened in on his sad, lonely life? Well, here you go. An outsider POV fic told "through the ears" of an unnamed SHIELD agent assigned to spy on the private life of a man who doesn't really have much of one. The story begins just before IM3 and takes us all the way through the events of CA:TWS and beyond. It's clever, original and told with great empathy for both the subject under surveillance and the person carrying out that surveillance—who increasingly questions its purpose. Here's a small snippet to give you an idea of the fic's style:

He got a phone call, once. He put it on speaker, too, which was very exciting for me at the time. It was from an archivist at the Smithsonian. They seemed really surprised that he answered his own phone calls. The two of them talked for a long time about an exhibit the museum was planning. A very long time. As if one of them was starstruck, and the other was desperate for any kind of human interaction.

What Gets You Through by velleities | 12K, M

Author's summary: For Steve, getting through each day is a process – one he’s currently failing at spectacularly. Feeling out of place in this brave new world, he hopes to find a home in Bucky, and looks for him with everything he’s got. But Bucky doesn’t want to be found, and when he does touch base with Steve, he never sticks around for long. Bucky has embraced the modern age, leaving Steve lagging behind – or so Steve believes, until Bucky shows him otherwise.

This post-TWS fic revolves around five encounters in liminal spaces, and each time Bucky has pieced himself back together again just a little more. Despite their increasingly longer and more honest conversations, and Bucky's incremental progress, he always disappears again, leaving Steve to grapple with his heartbreak. There are quietly gorgeous moments in this fic (the bus and the church in particular were my personal favorites) as well as wonderfully crafted characterizations. Bucky is initially portrayed as somewhat feral in some ways yet surprisingly well-adjusted in others, and I love that Steve can't help but be a little annoyed at that. However, it quickly becomes clear that, in good old Bucky Barnes fashion, much of it is really just a front put up for Steve's benefit...

A Real Boy by itsnotbleak | 5K, T

Author's summary: It took the Winter Soldier three weeks to remember that human beings needed to sleep and eat. It took Steve far too long to realise the Winter Soldier was sleeping in his bed.

A wonderful, short-but-doesn't-feel-like-it fic (in the very best way) set immediately after CA:TWS, in which Bucky secretly and then soon not so secretly visits Steve in his apartment. Follow along as Bucky Barnes argues with his brain about sandwich toppings, the importance of a good night's sleep, and the necessity of personal hygiene. Also: how to best go about becoming a real boy (again). And who the hell is that Bucky guy anway? This is as soft and sweet a Bucky recovery fic as you're ever going to find. It's funny but not silly; sad in a way that all of these stories inherently are—because, well, these are some tragic boys—but not super angsty or depressing. A beautiful story with a lovely, hopeful ending.

Savage God by PottersPink | 36K, M

Author's summary (abbr.): Past, present, future, Steve knows Bucky Barnes. It’s why he recognized him when he found him in that alley in April of 1942, even though Bucky was older, stronger, wearier; he called himself The Asset, and had a metal fucking arm. He flinched when Steve tried to touch him, and when Steve told him he loved him, his first response was to ask why. Seventy years later, Steve wakes up in the twenty-first century, and he doesn’t know whether to be heartbroken or hopeful when some of the things Bucky revealed to him in 1942 start falling into place.

An absolutely riveting AU that will have you on the edge of your seat the whole time. I'm itching to talk about it more but I cannot since it would mean spoiling the hell out of it. What I can say is that it's a very intriguing and clever exploration of what would happen if Steve knew about the future but without really knowing any of the details. How would it change the events of CA:TFA and CA:TWS, and how would it change Steve himself? I so very much appreciate this characterization of Steve as smart, competent, and unwavering with a hefty dose of no fucks left to give. This fic features some really nifty time travel and plotting, great action sequences and a very satisfying ending where certain people get their much-deserved comeuppance. Plus: Bonus Shrinkyclinks (kind of)!

Charlie Lock by seapigeon | 105K, M (hard M)

Author's summary (abbr.): The Winter Soldier knows that sometimes, in order to make the kill, you must destroy what the Target lives for. Steve Rogers knows that he can't fight his captors. If he fights, they'll kill Bucky. But the price of his life is steep. Tony Stark has nothing left to live for, but he's needed. So all these miserable motherfuckers better stay alive, too. Clint Barton never expected to be a leader. But a leader he is, and no one else is going to die on his watch. --- A story in which the first wave of Project Insight succeeds, and the Avengers must pick up the pieces and find a way to stop Hydra from completing its work with Zola's algorithm.

This is not only the longest fic on this list, but also the angstiest one—by a mile, so please heed the tags. It's dark, disturbing, and brutal. However, it is neither relentless misery porn nor is it shocking for shock's sake, where everything is magically forgotten and/or healed the moment Steve and Bucky start kissing. Instead, the author puts these characters into an absolutely horrifying situation and then slowly, gently guides them out of it and into the light.

It's a Stucky fic but it's also a multi-POV ensemble piece featuring all the Avengers and other familiar faces. If you are someone who'll always be a little bitter about the unfulfilled promise of an Avengers found family, then this is for you. In this AU, they do not only fight together, but grow together in every way. They truly become a team, not just co-workers barely tolerating each other. The story takes its time exploring the characters and the group dynamics. Steve and Bucky are definitely at the center of the narrative but there is space here for every member of the team to grieve and adjust to the new reality and to find at least some measure of healing. It's a story about the meaning and the consequences of revenge, about hope and resilience, and about love in all its many forms. It also has one of the most satisfying title drops that will have you pump your fist in triumph when it happens. It's a tough read, but ultimately a very rewarding one.

SPELEVINK by Ginny_Potter | 10K, G

Author's summary: Bucky’s back. He’s leaving me messages through IKEA plushies, Steve texts Sam. jesus christ, rogers, Sam texts back. Or, Bucky lives in an IKEA Tiny Apartment, Steve is a dancing monkey once again, and somehow they find their way back to each other.

This is an absolute DELIGHT of a fic that will have you alternately laughing out loud and crying quietly into your SVARTFIBBLA blanket (super-soft, recycled polyester, 47x63"). It's ‘crack treated seriously’ at its very best and a clear homage to the fandom classic Infinite Coffee… (that’s not a dig or a spoiler, the author says so in the author’s note).

Now if you know me, you’ll know that angst o’clock is my happy hour and I’m usually not very into these heavy-on the-humor quasi-absurdist fics (because I’m super special and not like all the other girls, obviously). But. I LOVED this story so, so much. It’s such a fun read—even when it makes you cry—and it really became one of those ‘huh, I guess I’m into this after all’ moments of joyful (self)discovery via fanfic for me. I never thought a pair of oven mitts could move me like that, and I'll never be able to walk into an IKEA again without muttering "F******!" under my breath (iykyk). Absolutely fantastic.

a handful of dust by RecoveringTheSatellites | 20K, M

Author's summary: Steve looks for Bucky for a long time. But the thing is that Bucky doesn't get found, Bucky finds. Bucky always finds Steve. This takes a hard left after the Potomac and stumbles through the dark a lot after. Take a bit of running, the occasional synaptic misfire, the resurfacing of old memories, a dash or two of PTSD, and (eventually) a nice dose of action, stir, and serve over some unresolved issues.

Honestly, the second paragraph up there perfectly sums up the story. It's a good ol' fashioned Bucky recovery fic with some angst, some action, and a whole lot of healing and devotion. Steve and Bucky get to be very sappy about each other, but also extremely Badass Battle Boyfriends™ when somebody threatens their hard-won happiness. Both are allowed to be messy, unstable, and very co-dependent.

This was the first time this author played in the Stucky sandbox and I mean it 100% as a compliment when I say that you can tell. This is someone with "fresh legs" diving headfirst and very deep into the Stucky trope pool and they're doing it with great relish and enthusiam. The result is a story that rejects some of the tried and true conventions of the post-TWS fanfic canon and lovingly embraces others, but that is definitely aware of and in dialogue with the body of work that came before it. Also, it's just a really fun read that gives these two the very soft ending they deserve.

Everybody is Supposed to be Dead by pollutedstar | 22K, M

Author's summary: In 1944, Bucky Barnes falls off a train into the Alps, missing and presumed dead. Months later, Steve Rogers nosedives a plane into the arctic. In 2010, the Winter Soldier project is uncovered by S.H.I.E.L.D., and Bucky Barnes is found alive. Three years later, Steve Rogers’ frozen body is found in the ocean.

A really interesting AU and a fascinating exploration of what could’ve been; the impact it would’ve had on the events and characters if Bucky had been the one to be “found” first. How would it affect Steve to come back into a world where he isn’t quite so lonely and adrift, and where he does have the relief and reassurance of having Bucky by his side and at his back? How would that have changed the way he acted and reacted to this strange new world and the people and organizations trying to recruit him to their cause even though the ice hasn't even completely melted off his body yet?

There are a lot of astute and precise observations about characters like Tony, Natasha, and Clint in this story, and on top of that, it offers up some very compelling insights into Steve's conflicted and difficult relationship with his role as Captain America.

it's never over (hey orpheus) by romcommie | 12K WIP, 2/?, M

Author's summary: He remembers a song first and then everything else follows, burying him below. Or, Bucky Barnes pieces a life back together with a few choice verses, some duct tape and seventy years worth of spite. Steve Rogers tries very hard to relearn there's a life to be lived in the first place.

Ok, listen up, people! This is a WIP and there are only 2 chapters posted so far, but I haven't felt this absolutely bonkers excited about a post-CA:TWS fic in a long while. We're talking frothing at the mouth here. I have such a massive crush on this fic, it's a bit embarrassing, really. It's one of those fics where you know after just a few paragraphs that you're in very good, very competent hands. The wealth of historical and cultural detail; the way the story shifts/flips/flickers back and forth between time, perspective and narrative levels; the Bucky voice—it's all so well done! I'm so insanely excited to see where the author takes this!

ENJOY!

[stuckyrogersbarnes]

'Fuck me then.' (Pietro smut)

Warnings - Creampie, oral, praise kink. 

Word count - 1.3K

Female reader

You and Wanda had been bestfriends since your traumatic days trapped at HYDRA. And even though it was long gone, you still met eachother at least every 2 weeks. She was quite busy after joining the Avengers, you couldn't be prouder. And although she tried to convince you to join, you didn't want to get back into that. So, you got a normal job as a barista at a local coffee shop. It wasn't the best, but it was fine for the moment. 

However, Wanda's brother, Pietro Maximoff, never failed to get on your nerves (and vice versa). Sure, he was attractive, but he was a huge asshole, unlike his sweet sister. You, unfortunately, had been blessed with x-ray vision so you got to see Pietro's "progress," all throughout his teenage years, without being able to do anything about it. Meh, he was average. But, luckily, now you know how to control it. 

"Hi, what can I get-" you gasp as you look up. Pietro, the man you hadn't seen in years, was standing right in front of you. "Good to see you too, kochanie. Long time." The word 'kochanie,' never failed to piss me off. It meant 'darling,' or something in Polish, around where he was from. "Pietro, never thought I would see you again." "Life's full of surprises, Kochanie. I'll have a regular cold coffee." You put on a sarcastic smile. "Coming right up." He walks off. You hand the drink to a waiter to give to him so that you won't have to see his insufferable face ever again. And although you hated him, you couldn't help but think that he had become super-duper good-looking, atleast compared to what he used to look like. 

Tony and you were quite close too, so of course, you were invited to his huge New Year's Eve party. You put on your slutty red dress with a pair of golden earrings. After seeing Pietro today, your ovaries had kind of been in a twist, if you know what I mean. You walk your way down the large stairway and feel the stares of hungry men on you. You look around, only to find a certain someone looking directly at you. The same man who you saw today in the coffee shop, he looked taller, more defined, and with a beard than when you knew him. You had a thing for beards, you loved the sting. Your breath hitches. Pietro. "Kochanie, how pleasant to see you here." He greets you. "Mhmm, good to see you too." You try to sound confident but little does he know, you're dying to use those powers of yours right now. You shake it off and begin to walk away.

 Instead of walking away and never seeing him again, you trip and he instantly grabs you by the stomach. "Fuck." you whisper. You can feel his warm breath on the back of your neck as he leans closer, "Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes." he whispers in your ear. He then leaves you, alone, with goosebumps surrounded on your skin. What just happened?

Even though you tried your best not to let your curiosity take over you, you find yourself outside the fancy bathroom. Should I go in? "Ugh." you groan. "Ah. I see you came." "What do you want Pietro?" You didn't turn back to see him, but you could hear his steps as he walked closer to you. "I'll get straight to the point, kochanie. After seeing you today, I needed to see you again. Now that I see you in that dress, looking so goddamn beautiful Y/n, I need to fuck you. Hard." You gasp and your pussy clenches. You slowly turn back, the background music slowly fading out. You thought for a second before saying, "fuck me then." He instantly grabs your neck and connects his soft lips to yours. He pushes you into the bathroom and locks the door. "You sure about this, darling?" "Yes." "good girl," he smirks and hitches you up onto the counter. He immediately bends down to his knees, spreads your legs wide open, and moans at the sight of your bare, wet pussy. No panties, no nothing. "Oh, I have been waiting for this for so fucking long." Before you get to even process what he says his tongue enters your wet hole, you moan and he begins to thrust. He then adds one finger to your pussy and latches his lips to your clit and sucks on it, hard. You grind on his face. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. You never thought Pietro would be so good at eating you out. You pull on his hair and grind on his face as he inhales your juices. "Fuck, you smell amazing." That statement alone was enough to send you on edge. But as soon as he says it, he adds two more fingers, completely stretching you out. "PIETRO!" you scream, unable to hold it back. Your pussy pulsates and you squirt, all over his face, leaving his hair and face wet. "You taste amazing, kachanie." Your blush in embarrassment. Did I just do that?  "I-i'm sorry that never happened before-" Before you finish he cuts off with a kiss, making your pussy even wetter. You can taste your sweet juices in his mouth and lips. "Don't be embarrassed, Kochanie. That was so fucking hot." he then takes two of his fingers and enters your pussy abruptly. He kisses down your neck, immediately finding your soft spot. You moan.

 "Fuck me Pietro." as soon as you say that he unlatches his belt with one hand and takes his jeans off. You can see his hard-on through his boxers. You moan at the nibling sensation on your neck. The surprise and shock of this happening sent you more on edge as your pussy clenches on his fingers and he pulled out, panting, making all your juices spill on his boxers, leaving them see-through. You could see his pink tip and his veins pulsating. He slowly takes off his boxers, his dick jumps out, almost reaching his belly button. You gasp. You do not remember it being so long. And you certainly don't remember it having a slight curve, which it does now. Wow, he has become a man. He takes off the straps of your dress, only to see your tiny, hard nipples. Your breath hitches as he latches his lips onto one of them and plays with the other one with his fingers. You moan, "Pietro. Inside. please," unable to form proper sentences. "Tsk. No patience. Though, I'm complaining." He unlatches his lips from your throbbing nipple. He lifts you up, you yelp. He bends you over on the cold marble counter, making you shiver from the cold sensation. His cock enters you, reaching a spot that had never been reached by anyone, including you, ever before. Before he even started thrusting, your vision blurs and you come. Wow. He groans and begins to thrust. "Fuck y/n, you're so tight." You moan. He bangs into you, again and again and again. You scream. He keeps hitting your G-spot over and over again. "I need you, Pietro." "Need me to do what, my darling?" "I need you to go faster, harder." He speeds up, banging harder. "Fuuuckkkkk." you moan. "Ugh," he moans, "I'm going to come Y/n." "Me too." You clench on his dick, seeing stars for the fourth time in the last half an hour. You can feel his come ooze out of him in your pussy as he pulls out. You squirt all over his still-hard cock. 

"One more round?" He asks. "Yes please." 

[mischiefmaker615]

Go Away

Summary: Enemies to Lovers 

Rating: R 

Requested By: Daddy_Dracos_Slut (wattpad)

Note: Sorry for the long wait, real life stuff can be a pain sometimes but i hope the length of this one makes up for it *sweats*

i curse under my breath as the elevator seems extra rough going up the floors today. my hand clutches the rail while i keep my eyes closed, focusing my energy on my breathing rather than my stab wound that left a pretty nasty gash on my side. What happened?

SHIELD loves to throw me into fights they know they don’t have enough man power for. Why? “Your training should be enough to help you handle it just fine” okay dip shit- not against HYDRA! The mission was successful but of course they had to throw in a rookie for me to bring along as well. Result? Saving their ass cost me the next couple of days to heal.

“you should go to the medical bay-‘’

‘’it’s fine, I’ll just have Loki heal it.’’ the biggest lie I’ve ever told.

There was no way in hell i wanted to get near the psycho that attacked New York, but i hid my resentment well for SHIELD to buy my answer and not force me into a pointlessly long medical appointment.

Ironically as soon as i arrived back at the tower, the ‘not so bad’ wound in my side decided to give me a lot more pain than what i was originally feeling earlier. i probably just needed to clean it and it would be good as new.

Finally the elevator granted me the mercy of reaching my floor and i got out, my body crouched and hunched as i took a deep breath and looked around. No one around.. good. i didn’t like to show weakness, even though in this business you all get hurt, its nothing new, but my stubborn ass still tried to tough it out. Which is why as soon as i heard someone coming, i sucked in a breath and straightened up to my height, making sure my jacket was hiding my blood-stained shirt while Loki turned the corner, and we both shared the same expression. Of course, he probably didn’t enjoy my company just as much as i did for him, but he still took the opportunity to tease me whenever he could to get a reaction.

‘’why are you walking like that?’’ he asked, just a question, no concern in his voice.

‘’why do you look like that.’’ i say as i took a scrolling pace down the halls while he pressed the button to the elevator. i didn’t even look back at him but i felt his eyes on me.

‘’you’re hurt.’’

‘’and you care?’’

Loki’s eyes narrowed as i cast a glance over my shoulder at him in annoyance. ‘’I wish to make sure you are in proper health so you can get out of my way in a sufficient pace.’’

‘’oh, you do care.’’ i say in a sweet voice, placing a dramatic hand on my heart for effect which only revealed my bloody shirt where his eyes flicked down. i could have sworn his gaze changed to something else.. but for a split second until he looked like an asshole again.

‘’you’re bleeding.’’

Now, a sarcastic comment would have just proven he was right. Not that he would tell anyone, he probably didn’t care. this was all just probably going to be used to call me a weak mortal or whatever who doesn’t know how to properly fight. So the only unfortunate answer that spilled out of my mouth was ‘’spilled ketchup.’’ Smooth.

His eyes slowly traveled down to the ‘ketchup stain’ again before they flicked back up to mine. ‘’hmm.’’ He hummed, turning back to the open doors now for the elevator before his gaze could get a chance to make me nervous- wait what?

I make sure I walk as casually as possible, regardless of how painful it may be until I heard the elevator doors close before I hunch over again and draw in a sharp breath and resist the urge to clutch my side. Judgy bastard.. looking at me as if I’m scum in his way.. but what was that split second look? Never mind- just need to get the first aid kit and see exactly what I’m dealing with.

After it seems forever until I get into my room, I shut the door behind me and throw my jacket to the side, glad to have it off before I fold the end of my shirt up so it was over my chest, almost like a make-shift crop top. Damn.. it’s pretty deep, going to need minor stitches.. clean it up..

I slowly make my way now to the bathroom, my balance thrown off with the lack of blood and I could already tell before my eyes hit the mirror how pale I am. Nausea comes in mild waves as well but anger and frustration takes over when I open up the cabinet to find my first aid kit was missing. What the hell! I used it a couple days ago and I’m to OCD to not put things back..

I run a hand through my hair as I think about what I need to do. We have vodka at Tony’s bar downstairs, it’s the best thing we have currently to clean a wound. Another first aid kit in the kitchen, not to far from the bar cabinet. Not to bad- if people weren’t awake. I check my phone, it’s 8pm. Its usually quiet and people head to bed in 30 minutes do to the fact that we need proper rest in this field.

Grabbing a small towel, I run it over warm water and nearly cry out as I begin cleaning what I could, pain shooting through my body as I push through until I feel like I would faint. Setting the towel aside, I carefully.. carefully manage to change my shirt but put on an actual crop top so nothing had its change at touching my new body scar soon-to-be. Only 10 minutes pass.. 20 might be to long as I stay on the bed trying to control my breathing. I’m stupid, I know..

Once I check the time and hear more doors close in the hall, indicating people are hitting the hay, I go over to the door. No point in hiding the wound if everyone is in bed and the less clothes I ruin the better. However I nearly woke the whole house if I didn’t shove a hand over my mouth to find Loki waiting outside my door, leaning on the wall with a now smirk by my reaction.

‘’the hell are you doing here like a creeper?’’ I hiss at him but realize hiding the wound was to late as his eyes dropped and so did his expression as he straightened.

‘’norns Y/N- how did you manage that?’’ somehow there was no emotional indication in his voice, let alone his expression so I shrugged to see if he was actually concerned or about to laugh.

Figured there was no use hiding as I walk around him with a hand on the wall to support myself. ‘’comes with the job sometimes.’’

‘’and I’m sure they taught you how to properly take care of it- which is why it’s strange that you find yourself here’’ he says and walked along side me, making me raise a brow in wonder at why he was following.

‘’I can take care of myself, thanks.’’ Sarcasm was potent as I side eyed him, indicating I wished to be left alone before my body jolted at a wave of pain, making me practically double over with my nails digging into the wall.

‘’you need a doctor-‘’ Loki started, his hands quickly returning to their sides as I took a sharp breath and looked at him.

‘’I said I’ll be-‘’

‘’Y/N!’’ Barton greeted as he turned the corner, his smile fading as he glanced at Loki before he smiled again at me. ‘’you should have been here hours ago- I thought he would have healed you by now-‘’

‘’I don’t know what you are talking about-‘’ I panic, giving him a sharp look to shut up while Loki raised a brow.

‘’earlier when you said you’d just ask Loki to-‘’

‘’I’m handling it Clint, I’ll see you tomorrow though good as new’’ I fake smile, looking like I’m about to punch him as I feel Loki’s eyes on me in amusement.

‘’don’t you worry Agent Barton, she’s in good hands.’’ He said gently, lacing his fingers behind his back as Barton gives him a hard look.

‘’I’ll see you tomorrow then Y/N’’ he says, never really registering Loki whenever they did have to speak and brushed past him on his way to his own room. Most of the time that type of rude contact would have earned an almost-fight between Loki and Clint, but I suppose Loki found himself to busy smirking at me to really be concerned about it.

‘’so what is it exactly you wished to ask me Y/N?’’ Loki said sweetly, milking the opportunity to tease me as I roll my eyes and make my way down the halls towards the elevator before I could be any more embarrassed.

‘’go away.’’

Loki’s eyes narrowed as he watched me walk away from him but I busied myself with waiting for the damn doors to open. I heard nothing behind me, and I made the mistake to believe he had actually listened so to my annoyance, he slipped into the elevator with me before the doors could close.

‘’you were going to ask me to heal you?’’ he asked, no emotion indicated in his voice as I made myself busy by pressing the correct floor.

‘’I merely said that to have everyone off my back, apparently it seems to be doing quite the opposite.’’ I mutter and lean myself against the wall, drawing my eyes closed as I focused on my breathing.

Even with my eyes closed, I could tell Loki was staring at me. He’s annoying, but I’m sure he wouldn’t be half bad of a person if it wasn’t for the fact that he attacked new York. That’s probably where our enemy relationship stems from.. could I be nicer? Sure, he just.. draws something out of me.. he’s not a bad looking guy either, my emotions run different when I’m around him compared to the others. Tony teased me once and called it denial of something perhaps more I was feeling towards him, but there was no way I would have fallen for someone that attacked-

‘’if you would just let me heal you then perhaps your mind will stop being so loud.’’

My eyes snap open as Loki rubbed his temple as if he had a headache. If it wasn’t for the damn gash in my side, I probably would have killed him right then and there as I gawked at him.

‘’the fuck were you-‘’

‘’Y/N,’’ he starts, sincerity in his eyes and voice that somehow made me still. ‘’yes I’ve done those things in the past, I should hope that the time I have been spending here has given me a good chance to have changed and perhaps provided a door for a fresh start..’’ he starts, his eyes darting to the floor and slowly back at me as my muscles tensed by another wave and I hold my side, staying silent still. ‘’I do not blame you for your negative emotions towards me, and I am not asking for a second chance,.. all I’m asking is to just heal you.’’

My eyes slowly travel up to his after they had descended to the floor. God of lies, it was taught to tell if he was being honest or not. Though honestly, what did you have to lose? Nausea was already hitting your gut and light headedness was already reminding me how much blood I was losing. Yet the fact of the matter is,..

‘’..why do you care?’’

Loki almost genuinely smiled and I noticed his muscles were straining. Raising a brow, I noticed the elevator had not once moved since the doors had been closed. My eyes were next to narrow at him.

‘’what are you-‘’

‘’ask me Y/N.’’

I blink at him, knowing exactly what he wants me to ask but even now he’s being a stubborn ass??

He gave me a look at the name and I immediately just decided to focus on the pain instead to block him out. He was just as stubborn as I was, there was no point in asking him about the elevator, let alone avoiding the question. Taking a deep breath, I clutched my side and looked at him with all the dignity I was clinging on too.

‘’fine.. w-would you-‘’

My words cut short when my vision blacked out and all I remember is falling to the ground.

~

A cold hand pressed to my forehead, the temperature feeling cool where I practically lean into the touch before opening my eyes.

And then I want to die.

My cheeks heat up as Loki sat by my side as I lay in the bed located in our medical bay- aka Tony’s sometimes hangover room.

‘’how are you feeling?’’ he asked, looking a bit drained himself as I took in the scene.

I felt no pain.. something in my chest stirred, something that was hard to identify as I glanced down at myself. The gash in my side was completely gone- not so much as a scar behind! I look up at Loki wide eyed and he merely gave me a gentle look as I tried to speak but shut my mouth quick as redness heated in my cheeks.

How could I thank him? .. I never shared a kind word to him before, we had a sharp relationship.. and yet he still went out of his way to do this..

‘’Loki I- .. I.. I don’t know what to say..’’ I say pathetically as he chuckled.

‘’glad you are looking like your regular self again love.’’

Love.. that nickname.. why did it make me feel.. something? I glance at the clock, seeing how a couple hours have passed since I most likely had passed out. Leaving plenty of time to make sure it wasn’t a trick, a spell, or some type of cruel joke.. he really did help me..

‘’norns Y/N, I’m not that cruel to just leave you to bleed or taking your injured state into advantage for mischief’’ he sighed and leaned himself against the side rails of my bed, his body still sat close enough where I found feel him pressed against my side and I give him a tired, irritated look.

‘’before I thank you, I would request you stop reading my mind from now, call it an exchange for some future moments where I will take it easy on you.’’ I lightly joke, leaning back in the sat up bed as I hear him laugh.

‘’an exchange then? Alright, I will leave your thoughts be for some decent time from your kind heart,’’ he said with a tease. ‘’but is it hardly a fair exchange when our moments have been clearly even?’’

I sigh, knowing regardless of it all, he’ll always he so stubborn. ‘’and what is it that you want?’’

‘’a proper thank you.’’ he said calmly with a smile, it widening as I raise my brows.

I was half expecting a sarcastic, clever comment, but all he wanted was a true thank you? easy. ..or was it.. he clearly saved me from bleeding out to death, I’m pretty sure a ‘thanks’ wouldn’t be good enough as my fingers played with the fabric of my blanket mindlessly. ‘’..in what way?’’

‘’that is for you to figure out love.’’ He said gently, the mischief fading from his eyes as he seemed to stare at me like an honest man.

What? Buy him lunch as a thank you? a hug? A good word to Fury to help his probation at the tower? From his eyes, it seemed like he was just expecting words of affirmation, a from the heart type of thank you. yet why didn’t that feel like enough? My mind raced, everything seeming to be shouting things all at once as I tried to calm my emotions. What was this feeling? My mind paused as I felt him move and my eyes looked up to see him beginning to stand.

‘’it’s alright darling, you are tired and its been quite a long da-‘’

He stared at me with the same shocked expression as I had on my face as my hand grasped his before I even realized what he happening. He was still, his hand making no move to grasp back but remained still as I held on. My heart was pounding, and before I knew it, my arm was pulling him back and down.

His expression was now unreadable, as was mine I hope.. but something felt right about it- and I prayed I wasn’t reading the room wrong because despite his unreadable expression and closed off personality.. there was always something off between us, off where there was almost a secret enjoyment to our fights and banter.

So I took a gamble and pulled my hand towards me and his boots could be heard slowly moving towards me, allowing his hand to be guided before he came closer to my side on the bed. Our gazes never left each other, almost daring each other to look away but neither of us did.. not even as I pulled his hand a bit down to where he now slowly bent his height down and I lean forward. All movements were careful, my hand slowly releasing his as he moved it beside my arm and moved his other hand to do the same on the other side- caging me in.

As he leaned down, our eyes fell slightly closed, expressions relaxed as we seemed to melt in the moment. my lips slightly parted, our soft breaths could be heard as he leaned down and my hands moved to his shoulders to take over and guided him down finally so I could kiss him.

My lips brushed against his gentle, finding them soft and welcoming. He let me set the pace, my arms bringing him closer so I was able to deepen the kiss in which he eagerly returned with restrained gentleness. He gently moaned against my lips, as did I as we seemed to fit perfectly like a glove. My mind went still- relaxed, as if nothing mattered anymore, all quarrel forgotten and memories faded.

With my eyes closed, I felt his knee gently rest beside my thigh, followed by the other one as I felt his presence hover above my now. There was a strange temperature to him, not frost bite necessarily but a lack of human warmth. Well.. he’s not human anyway. His kiss became more needy as he ran his slender fingers through my hair and I couldn’t help but tangle mine in his. His locks are silky, not at all oily like one would think at the mere look of them. I hear a low growl as I tighten my grip on them, the mere vibration sending a wave of arousal through my body as I feel the need to close my legs.

‘’L-Loki.. I need.. we need..’’ I pant, staring up at him as he gazes back down at me, his pupils dilated with arousal himself as I feel his bulge just barely pressed up against me. If I were to raise my hips right now, I’m sure it would be like touching a boulder.

‘’I know darling, I know’’ he whispered, his thumb stroking my cheek as he lowered himself ever so slightly so our bodies were almost close to touching. ‘’are you sure you want this?..’’

My mind was in complete submission, my sharp tongue completely dulled to how I see him now. I wanted him.. this had all been denial.. but now I’m sure. I want him. my eyes gently looked up into his and my head nodded.

‘’use your words darling..’’ he held back a smirk but I knew it was there. Even now his personality didn’t change much, he probably enjoyed seeing me submit as my cheeks reddened as I look up at him.

‘’I want you’’ I whisper, eagerness being held back as my body began shaking in anticipation. That earned a small brush of his body lowering to feel mine, my hips rising for more of him but he raised up again.

‘’not yet darling, I don’t think you’re ready for me.’’ He sighed, almost as if saying ‘oh well’ and I look up at him in shock.

‘’no I’m ready-‘’

‘’you need a good amount of prepping first love, if you don’t want to be torn apart’’ that last part he whispered against my ear, I could feel his breath brush against my skin where it sent chills over my body.

‘’what are you-‘’

My words cut off when his hand gently began kneading my breast over my clothes, the action catching me off guard where a gasp left my lips and he took that opportunity to insert his tongue.

He was a skilled lover, one would assume so just by the mere sight of him but the thought was always shook off when I didn’t want to accept my true feelings.. any type of relationship causes me to panic, the mere doubt or thought of me messing up always just made me want to push all of it away.. but I suppose hate is what grew this connect. A sick, sad way of bonding but it got us here, it only took me getting stabbed for me to stop denying myself.

He was reading my mind again, the feeling of like a poke in my brain as he pulled up my shirt to place his mouth over my breast to ease my thoughts away. I think to much, and this was a damn good distraction as he moaned against me, my back arching as gasps left my lips. His other hand gave my other breast attention, pinching and kneading before his hand and mouth switched to give equal attention.

‘’you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you Y/N..’’ he murmured against me, his lips navigating up my chest to suck just above my collarbone that was a promise to leave a mark.

‘’i.. I thought you hated me..’’ I struggled out as my hands gripped his shoulders, a tingling under my fingertips as I glanced down to see the remaining shimmer before noticing his armor was off, leaving him just in his leather and cloth.

‘’I went along with your denied feelings but I sensed the truth way before I decided to enter that naughty little mind of yours’’ he smirked, his eyes flicking up to my own as his finger tips played with the button of my jeans.

My cheeks heated up as my nails practically dug into his shoulders out of shyness, almost as if I was curling up if I didn’t feel his knee between my legs to prevent them from closing. ‘’how long have you been doing that?’’ I whisper, shuddering as he began rubbing his knee gently against my sex, even with the blanket still between us.

‘’whenever I felt like it. primarily when you walk away after using your sharp tongue and yet your thoughts betrayed you, thinking the complete opposite of me. I was able to glance into your true feelings just enough before you pushed them down.. but I think we both know the truth’’ he whispered, his lips caressing my neck now while his hand gently moved my hair away to give him more access while his other unzipped my zipper.

‘’it was only a matter of time but I couldn’t wait forever.. I was going to perhaps wait longer on telling you how I truly felt about you but after you got injured..’’ his movements paused at the memory, raising his head slowly to meet my widened eyes. ‘’I thought I wouldn’t have gotten the chance to tell you if I lost you..’’

Of gods.. norns I think I love him..

A small smile spread across his lips as I look away from him. ‘’stop that..’’

‘’as you wish darling, I’m sure things are clear now nevertheless’’ he chuckled, attacking my neck again while my head was turned, earning a squeak to leave my lips when I felt him begin to nip and his fingers slowly dipped passed my panties.

My lips part as my eyes flutter close, making no moves to stop him as his finger tips ghost over my sex ever so slightly to take my breath away. I feel his tongue against my neck and his teeth now and again before his lips begin to suck and mark. Just before I could even think to rise my hips to find more friction, his finger tips begin playing with my clit, causing me to shudder and the knot of pleasure to begin forming within me.

‘’so sensitive.. so responsive.. how long has it been since one has touched you properly..’’ he whispered, not asking a question and I probably wouldn’t have been able to answer it anyway.

He began rubbing circles, a slow pace that began picking up when I began rising my hips, practically trying to shamelessly hump his hand if his other didn’t grip my hip to hold me down. a silent gasp left my mouth as I raised my head back and my back began to arch. His thumb took over on my clit so his two fingers could tease my entrance, dipping ever so slightly in and pulling out when my hips strained to rise.

‘’patience darling, be a good girl and take what I give you’’ he practically growled against my ear before he began to nibble on my lobe.

Goosebumps rose on my arms and I began to squirm until he slowly inserted his two fingers, causing me to moan his name slowly and shamelessly. I didn’t even care where we were or who could walk in but I was sure somehow Loki would have used magic to somehow provide us with a bit of privacy. I could feel his rock-hard bulge against the inside of my thigh, rubbing himself against it to match his rhythm while his fingers thrust into me In a faster pace.

‘’gods Loki…’’ I moan, feeling my orgasm get closer and closer and my eyebrows furrowed with my eyes fluttering closed. I was so close..

‘’cum for me darling.. ‘’ he whispered, his pace quickening on my clit as he pushed his fingers into me to the knuckles, causing me to tip over the edge as I reached my orgasm.

‘’LOKI!!’’ I practically scream as I moan and hold onto him, my body fluttering and clenching down on his fingers in a vise grip that has him practically moaning while he presses his lips to mine once more.

His movements slowed down ever so slightly, helping me ride it out as I was a panting mess, my body shaking and my eyes drunk like before he slowly pulls his hand out of my pants, his mouth licking my essence with no shame and a smirk where my cheeks heat up again.

‘’shy not darling, you taste absolutely wonderful.’’ He purred and adjusts himself as he backs away down my body while a hand slowly removed the blanket.

I slowly sit up as I catch my breath, just seeing the mischief in his eyes as his hands grip my pant legs and I give him a smile.

‘’in fact, I think I should help myself to a proper taste..’’

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 25 - KIDFIC

Play Date by Akira_of_the_Twilight

Pairing: Bucky/Tony Rating: T Words: 27,186 Tags: De-Aged Tony, Domestic Avengers, Howard Stark's A+ Parenting

Summary: “Forgive me, Captain," FRIDAY said. "I needed a moment to be certain I hadn’t erred, but based on my facial recognition systems, I can safely say that Mr. Barnes and Mr. Wilson have located Tony.” “What the fuck?” Bucky rose to his feet. The kid tried to run, but Sam caught the rugrat and restrained him. “Let me go!” The kid struggled. “My dad isn’t going to pay any ransom. You’re just wasting your time.” Ransom? Facial recognition? Bucky stared at the kid—really looked at his face. Amber eyes, oval face, olive skin, strong but narrow chin, a slightly larger than normal forehead, and a nose somewhere between small and medium in size. “Oh, fuck. Tony?” The tears were back in Tony’s eyes. “Fuck you, you assholes!” He wiggled one arm free and punched Sam in the kneecap.

Reasons why I love it: It's a Winteriron weddiiiiing! I love the team feels in this fic, and kid Tony's hero worship for Steve is so fucking cute. The way he reacts to Bucky at first but slowly comes to trust him is so satisfying to read because it feels completely organic. And Tony's whole backstory with Howard just tears at my heartstrings. Generally, this fic is super well-written, especially the dialogue. I love it so much, and I bet you will too, so go ahead and read it!

Childhood is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies by MemoryDragon

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 31,765 Tags: De-Aged Tony, Missions, Avengers Family

Summary: Seven-year-old Tony Stark wakes up on a Hydra base, lost, afraid, and alone. He has to overcome his fears before it's too late for the Avengers and Captain America.

Reasons why I love it: The team is so fucking adorable in how they handle Tony. And of course, even when he's de-aged, Tony is a BAMF genius. I especially loved the scene with Coulson and the suits, it's so subtle and yet so impactful. And the aftermath of the mission is so charged with emotion that it stuck with me for a while after I finished the fic. It's incredible, and I hope you give it a shot, if you haven't read it already!

Treading Desire Lines by fohatic

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 43,749 Tags: Selectively Mute Morgan, Post-Canon Fix-It, Babysitter Steve

Summary: Tony knows that his daughter can be difficult, but he really needs someone to do him a solid when an important opportunity arises. Unfortunately, word is already out: Morgan Stark is a real handful. Never one to shrink from a challenge, Steve steps in, hoping to shift the strained dynamic between him and Tony and having no idea how the course of his life is about to change.

Reasons why I love it: Oh my god, Steve is such husband material in this one. I love the whole set-up with Morgan, and the way Steve handles her is just fantastic. The trust that grows between them is nothing short of beautiful. And how it all leads into Steve and Tony mending their bridges is so sweet. I love this fic so much, and I bet you will too!

[error-intheraine]

My proposal for the next iron man movie

Iron Man 4: A New Dawn

Slanted = voiceover, Bold = descriptions of what’s on screen, strikthrough = in movie but not trailer, no extra = talking and can see the people having convo

Clips of Hydra taking over things, people kidnapped, things burning, avengers are not available (as said above)

Fury: The world needs help, Hydra is rising and nobody else is around, we need Iron Man, and the only Stark Heirs are here.

Clip to Pepper and Morgan sitting next to eachother and Peter across the table in the meeting room, Maria hill I’m at the Head and Fury in a chair facing everyone

At the same time

Pep: no, you are not sending my daughter into battle-

Peter: I’m Spider-Man I need to look out for the little guy! *as everyone stops talking and looking at him cause he didn’t deny* I’m also not a Stark so like, *so so gesture w/ hands*

Fury: Ms Potts, Mr Parker, I am not suggesting to send someone who is not yet a teenager into battle, and I am not saying I believe Spider man should retire, I have someone else in mind, ever heard the name Harley Keener?

Flashes to Harley getting off a bus, greeting someone, getting coffee drink from a vending machine and walking towards his garage

Pepper: I’ve heard the name, all I remember is that Tony broke into his garage and then he fixed the iron man suit

Peter, turning his head w/ this crazed out looking his face: He did what?

Harley opens the garage door, sees Hill, Fury & Pepper there, sips his drink, closes the door, opens it again,

Harley: What the fu- (in full movie, he will get cut off by Abbie) (Hey Harley, these assholes sort of just barged in here earlier, sorry, Harley: why aren’t you at school? Abbie: I dunno, my parents are dead, ever thought of that. Harley: *blinks* wow, you’re so unique)

Hill, feet on meeting table, notepad or phone in her hands, looking up from whatever she’s doing

Hill: Well, he’s definitely got the attitude

Clips of Harley using the holograms to design a new suit, less chunky than the OG suit, more like peters, but still w/ all the stuff that Tony had. And then clips of him building it, and tinkering around,

Harley: So you want me to be iron man?

Fury: No, we need you to be iron man

and then there’s a clip of him asking Abby for a screwdriver and from the couch she flips him off

Harley: Can you pass the screwdriver

Abby: *flips him off from the couch*

Clips of world being taken over, Harley completing the new suit,

Fury: Hydra is coming back, right under our noses, they took Morgan, and we’re going to stop them and get her back, more specifically, you two are gonna stop them and get them back

Harley and Fury walking out the elevator and Harley sips on his coffee

Harley: me and who?

Peter: I think he’s talking about me,

Harley spits out his drink as he sees this teenager hanging upside down from the ceiling, Peter gets down and hold out his hand for a handshake

Peter: Oh I’m so sorry, are you ok? hi! I, I uh, I’m Peter Parker, Spider-Man, nice to meet you!

Harley: Harley Keener

Peter: Yeah I know!

Fury: great you met, now let’s get onto defeating Hydra

Big meeting room, where there are plans on how Peter and Harley are going to infiltrate Hydra, Fury explains a bit on how they’re gonna get the kidnapped people out.

Harley: So the fate of the world rest on two teenagers

Peter: Not your brightest idea Fury

Fury: *sighs*

Later, alone. Fury: Not my brightest idea, well you try to deal with a severe lack of Tony Stark!

In a dif meeting, finalising plans, Harley looks kind of bored

Friday alerts them,

Friday: Mr Keener, the security cameras outside of Abigail Keeners school show here getting taken by a black van which appears to have the Hydra symbol on it

A clip do Abigail getting kidnapped into the car and Harley looking pissed, Peter looking sad and pissed, Pepper is horrified, Fury and Hill look kinda annoyed but not really

Harley: This just got personal

And then shows the release dates and where and stuff

[daddyyy88]

“I’m scared” | Steve Rogers x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 3.6k

warnings: reader is kidnapped, reader is tortured, ready is severely injured, hospitals, blood, bruising, panic attack

summary: Even the strongest people, including Avengers, feel human emotions and y/n still hasn’t gotten used to that

Steve paced the room, clutching your dog tags in one hand whilst he rested his hands on his hips. 6 days. 6 goddamn days they’d had you. They sent your dog tags back to them on day 2, and had been sending untraceable videos every 12 hours.

He should’ve stopped you. He got trapped under some debris and instead of getting out of there you focused on getting him out. When you finally did, more Hydra agents came running towards you and you shoved Steve out of the building and ran to fight them off.

That was the last time he saw you. No “goodbye”, no “I love you”, no hug, just pure fear and adrenaline running through each other's veins. You were in awful shape from what he’d seen in the videos, beaten nearly to death.

You were barely conscious now, your head throbbing and your vision blurred and slightly darkened in your left eye. You couldn’t hear normally and your entire body hurt like hell. You think you were stabbed in your thigh, or at least cut because it hurt so much and there was a puddle of blood underneath you.

“Steve…” you whimpered softly, shaking as you laid on the floor in the fetal position. Your hands and legs were tied, leaving with no way to move or even think about getting out between the restraints and the pain.

“P-Please…Steve,” you cried, begging for him to save you. You were so scared and in so much pain, you just wanted to hear his voice or feel his touch again. You wanted to be with him again, to be safe.

Another shock to your back, the police taser they must’ve stolen or bought illegally leaving you unconscious. At least you wouldn’t feel the pain for a while.

Steve sighed, running his hand through his messy hair. Bucky suddenly opened the door noisily, panting harshly. “Steve! Steve, come on let’s go” he said and Steve shook his head, brows furrowed but before he could ask Bucky was already gone.

He scoffed and ran after him, being led to the quinjet. “What’s going on?” He asked, his heart pounding. Tony flew in after him and said “we’ve got a location, suit up”

12 minutes later they were landing in front of what looked to be an abandoned building, but there was a small hydra symbol scratched into the door. Steve didn’t even bother to listen to the plan, he sprinted as fast as he could and kicking the door in.

He searched every room, fighting off whoever he had to. The team followed, their only focus to find you and bring you home. Bucky was the one that found you, and his heart broke. You’d become like a little sister to him, and he didn’t want to see you like this.

“Nat! Come here!” He said, panicking because he couldn’t tell if you were breathing. He let out a shaky breath and said “whatever you do, do not let Steve in here” “oh god,” she said, catching a glimpse of you. He snapped and said “hey! I’m serious”

Natasha nodded and Bucky closed the door, running to you. He gently moved you onto your back, feeling for a pulse. It was weak, but you were still alive. He shook you lightly, trying to wake you up, your skin ice cold.

“Y/n! Come on, come on, wake up!” He said and sighed. Tony came in and shook his head, using the suit to get your basic vitals like your heartbeat and stuff. “We need to get her to a hospital. She’ll be- god, she’ll be fine as long as she gets to a hospital” Tony said and picked you up bridal style.

You groaned weakly, a tear falling down your face. “Hey, hey it’s just me. It’s Tony. The big asshole you hate more than anyone in the world, remember?” He said and more tears slipped down your face. You moved your jaw just slightly, a weak attempt at a whisper as you basically mouthed “Tony?”

“Yea, yea I’m here. Don’t panic, alright? We’ve got you now, you’re safe. We’re gonna take you to the hospital” he said and you moved your head into his chest, a small and pained sob leaving your mouth.

Tony bit his lip, shaking his head. He sighed and said “Natasha! Open the door!” As he moved out of what felt like a jail cell. She gasped as she saw you, tears filling her eyes.

“Y/n?” Steve said, his voice shaky and his breathing harsh and unsteady. Tony cursed and you groaned. “Steve” you whispered hoarsely. You could barely hear well enough, but it was so quiet you hoped whoever was calling your name was Steve.

“Hey, hey it’s me. I’m right here, y/n, it’s me. It’s Steve” he said and you forced your eyes open as much as you could. You whimpered, squirming and whining as you whispered Steve’s name over and over.

Tony gently placed you in his arms and you settled after a few moments, his warm hands cradling your body and his voice settling your anxiety in ways you didn’t think were possible. “Don’t go…please…stay wi-…with me” you struggled to say and he shushed you, assuring you that he was with you.

He tried to put you down so that the nurses in the quinjet could do whatever they could to help you but you whined, your cries getting stronger and your fear and discomfort obvious. He sat on the stretcher and said “okay, okay I’m here. I won’t let you go, I’ll hold on to you as long as I can, alright?”

You whimpered in response and the nurses started wiping away the dirt and blood off of your body. You whined and groaned, crying out when they brushed over bruises and cuts. “I’m so sorry…I’m so goddamn sorry” Steve said, caressing your hand.

You winced, a pained sound leaving your mouth as they tried to move your ankle. Yea, you thought something happened to it but now you were sure it was sprained or something.

Steve almost felt nauseous watching this happen, tears stinging in his eyes. He just wanted to close his eyes and then wake up next to you and be told he was having a nightmare and you’re completely fine. But of course that wasn’t going to happen.

As soon as they got to the hospital Steve ran into the building, begging for help. The doctors brought over a stretcher and he ran after them as the moved you to a trauma room. “Sir you can’t be in here, you need to wait in the waiting room” one of the nurses said and he sighed.

“Steve” you said weakly, sniffling. The doctor was trying to calm you done but the heart monitor was proving that you were only panicking without him. “Okay, okay damn it, get him in here” the doctor said and Steve was at your side in the blink of an eye, holding your hand and making sure you could hear his voice and know that he was there.

You cried and cried through the pain, and even passed out twice which was scaring the shit out of Steve. “Okay, we don’t think you’ll need surgery but we are going to give you a sedative so you can calm down and won’t exactly feel everything while we work on you” the doctor said and you groaned weakly.

Steve worried when your eyes fluttered close yet again, and his heart dropped when they said you were completely fine but the mild sedative made you sleep because of how exhausted your body was. He still stayed with you, refusing to leave, even when the doctors told him he needed to be checked as well, as he did get a few minor injuries while fighting off hydra agents.

Eventually he dozed off at your bedside, exhausted from days staying up late worrying about you. They had to find their strongest doctors to lift the dead weight that was Steve Rogers onto a stretcher which is when he finally decided to wake up.

“Hey, hey! Where’s y/n!” He said, panicking. They moved so he could see you right next to him. “She’s alright, she’s all taken care of now, we need to have a look at you please” one of the nurses said and he sighed. He laid back down, letting them wheel him to the next room and changing into a hospital gown so they could access different parts of his body better.

He sighed, hands and feet shaky as he waited impatiently for them to finish. He knew he was fine, this was so unnecessary when what he needed right now was to be by your side.

As soon as they said he was fine he put his suit back on and ran to your room. You were still asleep, your lips in an adorable pout as your long lashes kissed your cheeks. You look so much better, of course you had some bruises and a few cuts here and there but it was nothing compared to how bad he thought it was.

He gently grabbed your hand, kissing it softly as a tear fell down his face. He just wanted you to wake up, he wanted to hear your voice and look into your eyes and know that you were okay and you were with him.

His gaze trailed to the heart monitor, watching it beep steadily. 83 beats per minute. His was 105 right before they let him go and it probably still was. He was really really anxious.

A few minutes later the team came in and all collectively sighed with relief, which almost made Steve chuckle. Wanda came in and said “I-I’m so sorry, I did not know what was happening until I saw it on the news. Why wasn’t I informed?”

She looked towards the team but was shocked to hear Steve speak. “Didn’t want to bother,” he said softly. She sighed and said “bother? Ugh, you upset me sometimes” He chuckled and she brushed your hair out of your face.

“What happened?” She asked and Steve sighed. He bit his lip and said “I uh…got trapped under some debris and couldn’t get out and she came back to help me and we were trying to get out of there and she got me out and basically offered herself to them to keep the rest of us safe. It’s my fault”

“Steve, it's not your fault. It’s no one’s fault. She did what had to be done. She knew the consequences and she’d probably do it again just for you, punk.” Bucky said and sighed. Steve looked away, a sad smile on his face. He didn’t deserve you.

The team brought him some clean clothes and he changed and finally ate something. He was so glad you were okay, he had to keep himself from giggling like a little kid.

He let you sleep for hours, and even dozed off himself until finally you woke up. It was night time now, and when your eyes focused you could see it was 8:28pm on the clock on the opposite wall to the one your bed was against.

You nearly panicked, your heart rate spiking for a moment before you looked around and realized you were in a hospital. You tried to lift your hand but there was some kind of weight holding it down.

You looked over and saw Steve sleeping, his head partially on your hand whilst he held it in his sleep. “Steve,” you said, relieved. Your voice was a bit more clear and louder than before and it woke him up out of his light sleep.

His head shot up frantically and you gasped, not expecting that. He groaned and rubbed his eyes, looking up at you. He gasped, a smile instantly forming on his cute face. You slowly placed your other hand on his cheek, caressing it softly.

“You found me,” you said, tears forming in your eyes. He nodded, cupping your hand with his free hand, kissing it softly. “Can I hold you? Please?” He said, his baby blues forming into adorable little puppy eyes.

You felt safe. Every feeling of fear and pain was gone. You trusted him more than anything. “Please?” You said quietly and he felt his heart flutter. He stood up and sat next to you, wrapping his arm around you and letting you lean into his warm chest.

“I’m so glad you’re okay. You have no idea how scared I was, y/n, I was worried sick. I couldn’t eat, I could barely sleep, all I wanted was to be in this moment right here” he said and you sighed shakily, tears forming in your eyes.

“I was so scared, Steve” you said, his heart breaking at the cracks in your shaky voice. He held you tight, but gently as you cried softly, trying to hold it back. “I know, babe. I can’t imagine the kind of things you experienced and I hope every one of those heartless assholes rots in hell. You’re safe now, my beautiful doll. I won’t let anything happen to you” he said and you sniffled.

“I love you” you cried into his chest, over and over again. You worried you’d never see him again, never hear his voice again or feel his strong arms around you. “I love you more,” he said, kissing your head.

He spent every moment you were awake holding you and reassuring you and making sure you were okay. He fed you and helped you shower, and spent ten minutes before the shower reassuring you that he wouldn’t judge you for your new scars and bruises, that he loved every part of you and those scars proved just how strong you are.

He talked to all the doctors for you and communicated everything to you so it wouldn’t overwhelm you, and you were out the next night. Steve drove you home, one hand holding yours and the other steering. He caressed your hand the entire time, sometimes tapping his thumb to the best of the low music or tracing shapes.

Once you parked you didn’t even have time to blink and he was at your side, helping you out of the car. You could walk okay now, your ankle was a little swollen but there was nothing wrong internally so it must’ve just gotten hit pretty bad at some point.

With the I.Vs they’d given you and the food Steve had shoved down your throat you actually felt pretty energized already, greeting the team with a shy smile. Everyone looked so relieved to see you alive and well, especially Nat and Bucky.

“Scared the hell out of me, kid. Quit being the hero, damn it” Nat said, sighing. Steve kissed your head and said “she’s right, babe” “yea, yea, yea” you said and chuckled.

“You alright?” He asked and you nodded. You held onto his arm as you said “I’m fine, Steve. Whatever happened, happened. It’s over now I’m fine” “are you sure?” He asked and you rolled your eyes. “I’m gonna hit you” you said and he chuckled, kissing your cheek.

Eventually you got back to your bedroom, throwing your hair up in a messy bun and changing into your comfiest clothes. “Steve?” You asked as you came out, noticing he wasn’t in the room anymore. You cleared your throat and sat on the bed, sighing.

You opened your phone and checked whatever notifications you had, scrolling for a bit. Something shiny on your desk caught your attention and you stood up, slowly making your way over. You picked up your dog tags, a shiver running down your body.

Tears filled your eyes and you felt shaky, your heartbeat thumping in your chest. Your hand began to shake and you blinked a few times, shaking your head. You whimpered slightly, trying to sit on the bed but you missed and fell right on your ass.

It brought right back to that stupid cell, being thrown down on the floor and kicked against the wall. You can still feel that pain in your body and combined with the pain you were experiencing from falling made it hard to even think about calming down.

“Steve” you called weakly, you were trying to be loud but you couldn’t breathe and your throat felt so tight. Tears rolled down your face as you frantically tried to catch your breath but no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t do it and it was scaring you more.

You tried to call for Steve again but you couldn’t even speak, and your vision was blurry and started to blacken. You whimpered and sobbed weakly, worried that somehow you were going to die and put Steve through the trauma of finding you.

“Here, I made you a grilled cheese- woah, woah woah woah babe…” he said and set the plate down on the nightstand, trying to get your attention without touching you. You continued to cry, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to focus on breathing.

“Y/n! Y/n, come on look at me please sweetheart. I’m right here,” he said and gently placed a hand on your back. You jumped, trying to focus on whoever was touching you. You blinked rapidly, realizing it was Steve.

He pulled his hand off and you whined, grabbing onto his shirt and trying to hide yourself in his chest. “Steve, Steve! Steve!” You cried weakly, just barely whispering as loud as you could. He carefully wrapped his arms around you, kissing your head.

“I’m here, I’m here y/n. It’s me, Steve. Tell me what’s wrong. Are you in pain?” He asked and moved your head to his heartbeat, the sound you’d fall asleep to every chance you had. Your body was shaking so hard, you squeezed his shirt tight out of pure fear.

“You have to breathe, doll. Try to catch your breath, I’ll do it with you come on” he said and you groaned. You whimpered weakly, whispering something that Steve barely managed to understand.

“Please don’t h-hurt me, don’t hurt m-me, don’t- don’t hurt m-m- me,” you repeated over and over again. He closed his eyes for a moment, his heart clenching at how scared and frantic you seemed to be.

He held you tight, speaking softly and trying to encourage you to focus and calm down. It took so long, your food got cold, but eventually you were taking deep breaths all on your own, tears dried on your face. You were still shaking, hands still holding tight onto Steve.

You feel a lot better, but you know you’re not okay and you know it’s bad because you're admitting it. “I’m scared, Steve” you said quietly, he almost didn’t hear you. This was the first thing you’d said in at least 15 minutes.

“I-I know, I know you’re scared but that’s okay. No one can hurt you though, you’re safe here, in my arms. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. But it’s completely normal for you to feel scared. I’m gonna be right here to remind you that your safe everyday until you’re not scared anymore” he said and you took a deep, shaky breathing, moving so your forehead rested right against his chest.

“It feels…so stupid of me” you said, voice shaky, almost like you were gonna cry again. His heart broke and he said “don’t cry, precious. It’s not stupid. Anyone would feel this way, it’s not weird or wrong” “I’ve been through enough, this shouldn’t be such a big deal!” You said, fists clenching tighter.

He grabbed your hands, caressing your fingers. “You just escaped a very, very dangerous and harmful situation less than 48 hours ago. Don’t be upset at yourself for feeling, babe. It’s the most human experience that there is” he said and you sighed.

You looked up at him and said “it’s never been like this before” “because you’ve never let yourself be vulnerable. I told you I’d make you the happiest girl ever. Part of that means feeling all the bad stuff too, so you can be even happier” he said and you smiled sadly.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, wiping your tears away. You looked down at his shirt, wrinkles left where your hands were. He cupped your face in his warm hands and he saw the tension leave your body, muscles relaxing and unclenching from all the stress you’ve experienced.

“I hope you get used to this, cause you’re gonna go through a lot of bad feelings for a while. I’m not letting you run away from it anymore, especially not now” he said and you rolled your eyes. He smiled and said “now, eat your cold grilled cheese,”

You giggled and took a bite, playing with the sleeves of his shirt as he stared at you lovingly. You leaned your back against the bed, taking a deep breath. “Do you feel better?” He asked and you nodded.

He smiled even more, if that was possible, and it made you chuckle. He caressed your calf softly, taking a bite out of the sandwich he made you and then handing it over to you again.

“Love you, pretty girl” he said, his mouth still full. You smiled and said “I love you too” You were quiet, almost as if you wanted to make sure only he would be able to hear it. He kissed your knee, smiling up at you with those beautiful baby blue eyes.

Taglist: @kandis-mom @mrsevans90

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Lo’ak

Neteyam

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes

CW!Bucky Barnes

Chris Evans

Steve Rogers

Ari Levinson

Geralt of Rivia

Henry Cavill

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

[w1nters0ldier20]

I’ll give up everything just to find you.

Stucky fic🤍

A/N : this is my first fic so if its bad im srry😭

Warnings — angst, happy ending, language, a slur(I CAN SAY),

Steve was panicking, shaking and every scared action you could possibly imagine. Bucky, his bucky had just got shot and taken by HYDRA. Steve had screamed “NO!” As he was forcefully taken back to the hellhole he had just escaped. But steve didn’t give up he started to chase the car down, but it was too late and too fast. He fell to his knees and sobbed.

Natasha walked over”steve..” steve shushed her”i don’t wanna hear it” he said in choked out sobs, “we’ll find him steve, come on back to the jet and lets get you healed.” Natasha replied and steve wobbled back to the jet crying into Natasha. “it’s my fault”he says in muffled sobs. “No, no steve it isn’t, its gonna be ok we’re going to find him” she says emphasizing the word going.

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Bucky’s POV:

He woke up in a panic, breathing heavily as he slowly came back to reality realizing where he was. His mind overwhelmed with thoughts “nonono please no” “is steve ok?” “Is everybody captured” “fuck not again please..” he cried silently as these thoughts rushed over him. “If it isn’t the winter soldier.. back to reclaim your place?” The HYDRA agent spat. “First of all, im not the winter soldier anymore. I’ve changed, moved on, and hell i even found a fucking boyfriend. Secondly you forced me to be here you asshole.” Bucky spat back as the HYDRA agent smirked

“Still feisty aren’t ya?good you need a little fire to ignite the soldier”the agent chuckled as Bucky was paralyzed in fear. “Oh steve.. please please find me”

Steves POV:

Nonstop work. “Gotta find him, gotta find my buck”his mind screamed as he tried to find every HYRDA location. 2 days, 2 fucking days since Bucky was shot and captured and it had been all his fault. He was in sobs and practically murdered with guilt. Tony walks in to see him sobbing trying to find clues to as where Bucky went. “Hey cap.. it’s 4am, get some rest i’ll continue for now until you wake up.”tony says sadly”you’ve been at this nonstop let me help.”he trys to smile. “Thanks tony, but you really dont have too, i got this.” He says, his voice husky and barely there since the screaming and crying. Even so he fakes a smile.“Fine, if you don’t want to leave me to it lemme help cap.”tony sits down and starts to help pinpoint locations”

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Buckys POV:

“Ready to comply?” The HYDRA agent says with a clenched jaw. “Nope.” Bucky chuckles emphasizing the p. The agent punches him again, “say no again see what happens faggot.” He scoffs at Bucky as bucky spits out blood.

The agent leaves the room and Bucky’s mine rushes over thoughts of steve and their last conversation.

“Lost your game buck?” Steve laughs playfully at him.”you wish Stevie” as buck throws a snowball at steve but misses again.”oh you have.”steve throws a snowball and hits Bucky in the chest.” Oh im so getting you back for that doll”he smirks

He would do anything to go back to that right now.

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Steves POV:

“Oh my god tony, we did it” he sobs, “thank you. Thank you so much” he cries happily”im going now, i cant wait till morning.” He sniffles as tony snaps back”woah slow your roll you need to sleep first and eat AND get ahold of yourself before you go sweetheart” he looks at steve concerned, “ill eat and drink but im not sleeping till i see my Bucky again.” So tony takes that and makes him waffles and gives him water.”here we come Bucky..” his mind races with happy thoughts of getting him back

“So when can we go?” Steve says as he finishes his meal, all the avengers awake and ready to go get Bucky away from those stupid HYDRA agents. “Now i guess, right guys?” Natasha says trying to boost the mood. “Alright lets go”clint says smiling softly

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Buckys POV:

“Your fuckin dead, you hear me? dead.” As he slaps bucky another time. His face is full of bruces and cuts. 10 minutes ago, atleast he thought it was ten minutes ago, Bucky spit 3 times on the hydra agent and now he’s taking his anger out on him, he swears hes gonna pass out or die or anything. “Steve..” he says before passing out.

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Steves POV:

They are trying to sneak around the agents of HYDRA, “goddamn they have this place well guarded.. gotta hand it to the bastards” tony states,”shame we have to kick they’re ass!” Steve says before running out dodging bullets left and right beating them up fiercely with his fists, feet & his sheild

“Well fuck.” Natasha curses before running out to help him, “always running on impulse” she mutters under her breath laughing. “Im going in.” Steve states on the comms

“Bucky, oh Bucky where are you..” he whispered as hydra agents bombarded him with bullets(of course his shield blocked them). Steve starts to beat them off one by one, asking “wheres bucky?” To all of them, which none answered as they just replied”hail HYDRA”as they died

He runs until he sees a cell, and he sees.. bucky. Bloody, bruised and hopefully asleep or passed out. Steve runs inside breaking down the cell, that wakes bucky up.” Please sir no more..” he wakes up realizing its steve, “oh my god doll” he says as a tears slide down his face”i got you buck im here baby, can you walk?” Steve says as he breaks the refinements off him. “I think..” bucky wobbles but eventually starts to walk with steve, “need a gun?”steve chuckles as Bucky nods. Steve hands him a gun as they start beating the shit out of agents.

“Fuckkk yea! Revenge bitches!” Bucky screams as he shoots them. “Lets get out of here buck.” As they start to run to the jet. “We’re in the jet, make your way back” steve says to the comms.

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Bucky’s POV:

“I missed you Stevie..” he purrs in Steve’s ear and kisses him, steve kisses him back and giggles, “how did you.. prevent the winter soldier thing you know?” He asks, “oh its not in “programming” anymore i guess” Bucky replies, “no more questions though just shut up and kiss me before they get back” he smiles and kisses him and it turns into a make out session “fuck Bucky..”steve whimpers, as if the worst timing the rest of the avengers start to come into the jet. “Get a room you animals, it hasn’t even been 5 minutes and you to are getting down dirty in the jet” tony remarks scoffing, “yea whatever grandpa” bucky snorts and kisses steve one more time, “oh yea, back of the jet now we need to clean these up” as he eyes the bruises on his face.“Finee” bucky sighs and walks to the back of the jet,

Oh how happy he was to be home.

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A/n : AHHH I FEEL LIKE THIS IS A GOOD LENGTHED FIC?? For a first timee pls lmk if you like it!! :3 the title was based off an evanescene song!! Love her songs sm❤️also pls lmk how to see a word count😭 i cannot find it

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Remember me doll?

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Smut , Angst?, fluff

My Masterlist

When Bucky meets his ex-girlfriend, who was taken by the hydra, will he be able to make her remember him or will she forget and kill him?

Word count: 1643

As a Hydra member punches her and ties her up, Y/N says, "I can't fucking stand you." The Hydra guard continued, "Well, we can't stand you assholes either." Y/N tried to find a way out after the guard left, but she still has no idea how to get away. She was tortured for months by the Hydra members. She hears an opening, and it is a group of Hydra members who are preparing to take her in order to transform her into the strongest super soldier in the world.

This is because they were unable to locate her boyfriend Bucky Barnes, who was out with Steve Rogers, her best friend. They forgot to tie her up once they had applied the super soldier serum. As soon as her eyes begin to open and she awakens, she dispatches four Hydra guards, travels to the other office, and kills one guard there. They realized then that they had overpowered her. She is attacked by a group of Hydra, who try to take her down. Once they do, they pull a picture of Bucky out of the picture and ask, "Do you remember this man?"

“I-I don't know.”

Before wiping her memory, the guard tells another guard, "again and make it stronger" Screams are all you can hear from Y/N. The guard goes up to her again with the picture”Do you remember this man?”

“No.”

"No? good. we want you to kill him." Y/N does not have any words and simply nods her head.

Y/N begins to put on her costume and getting ready to kill her boyfriend, the Winter Soldier. After she finishes, she gets in the car and they try to find Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. When Y/N gets out of the car, she grabs a gun and starts shooting toward Steve and Bucky. "I’m gonna kill both of you," Y/N told the men in front of her. "Y/N it’s me Bucky you don't have to do this," Bucky tells her as he tries to calm her down because he doesn't want to fight her.

“Who the fuck is Y/N?” Y/N says Before swinging, Steve puts Y/N in a choke hold , and both Steve and Bucky pinned her to the ground. Bucky looked at Y/N and said, "You can kill us if you want but try to remember me please it's me doll." When he said "doll," she suddenly remembered Bucky, which made her stomach flutter. Before wrapping him in her arms and giving him a big hug, Y/N exclaimed, "Oh my god Bucky." It was a nice moment before Steve ruined it by saying “Nice reunion guys but we have to leave. ” Before she kills the Hydra gaurd, Y/N decides to take the knife from the floor and run toward him. Before she kills the gaurd, she looks him in the eye and says, "I hope I make this as painful as possible," before taking the knife out of her pocket and slicing his neck.

After they killed the other guards, Steve and Bucky went to her. "Let's head to the tower guys, I'm sure Natasha would love to see you again Y/N," Steve tells Y/N as she gets into the car with them. "Tony is going to want to keep her held in a cell I don't think he's going to trust her yet," Bucky told Steve. "I'll talk to him and see what we can do," Steve tells Bucky.

Bucky approaches Y/N and says, "I missed you so much Y/N." As he tells her this, he kisses her. "I missed you to Barnes," Y/N says with a smile. “Let's head home” Bucky says as they begin their ascent toward the tower.

Once they made their way to the tower Steve says to the both of them “Let me talk to Tony super quick before he starts asking questions”

Bucky responds, "I'm sure Tony will come around for you," after he mentions that Y/N becomes nervous and in effort to make Y/N feel better, Bucky lets out a small chuckle and says "hey at least you didn’t kill his parents," Y/N responds with a little giggle by saying “don’t let tony hear you say that” before stepping out of the car and moving toward Steve, who had been standing alone.

"What was Tony saying?"

Steve responds to Y/N, "He said he’ll let you stay but tomorrow he wants to ask a few questions and get you checked up."

Y/N responds, "Okay that's fine I'll make sure to thank him," before returning to Bucky.

"He’s letting me stay but he wants to ask questions tomorrow but at least I can rest today," Y/N says as she returns to Bucky. "I’ll make sure to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible here," Bucky says.

Before entering the tower, Y/N grabs Bucky's hand and says, "Let's head in, I need a shower."

Y/N gives everyone a hug as they enter the tower, and Peter says, "I missed you so much ma'am, you're so badass for getting out of there." Natasha says, "I think she forgot to give me a hug," as she enters the rooms. Y/N says, "I missed you too, Peter," before heading to Natasha to give her a hug “what have you guys been up to?”

Laughing, Natasha says, "Looking for you."

Before departing to take a shower, Y/N says, "well It was nice seeing you guys again, but I’m gonna go shower."

As she enters her previous room, she takes a moment to express her joy at finally being with Bucky and her friends.

Before entering the shower, Y/N takes one more look at herself in the mirror as she enters the bathroom. After taking off her clothes, she turns on the water and waits for it to get hot for a few seconds before entering. Y/N begins to wash her body, including her hair, and as she rinses her body, she senses Bucky joining her in the shower.

When Bucky turns her around so they are facing each other, he begins to kiss her, and Y/N moans at his actions. Y/N then pulls Bucky in for a hungry kiss, saying, "I missed you so fucking much Bucky."

When she felt Bucky's hand slap her in the arse, she managed to suppress a loud moan. "I missed you too doll," Bucky says, before pulling her back into a hungry kiss and massaging her in the arse. While she begins to pull on his hair, he can feel his cock getting harder. Y/N pulls away from the kiss to look up at Bucky and say, "I want you to fuck me." Before she takes his hard cock in her hand, she slowly starts to give him a handjob. Soon enough, she turns around and sticks her ass out at Bucky. “oh I’m gonna fuck you baby." Bucky said before he takes his member in his hand and strokes his cock, he presses his tip to her slit, and gradually inserts his length into her. "Fuck baby you're so wet for me," Bucky tells Y/N as he begins to slowly insert his length into her. “Go faster!” Y/N moans as she feels Bucky so deep in her. She feels Bucky begin to fuck her quickly and pulls at her hair to moan in her ear, "You want me to fuck you fast, baby?"

In "Oh fuck yes," Y/N groaned in response. When Bucky pulled away from her, she complained, but he made her kneel down to suck his cock. "Show me how much you missed me baby," he said, before lightly slapping Y/N's face with his cock and shoving it in her mouth. She starts to suck on his length and begins to stroke him in her hands until he says "fuck I’m going to cum stop I need to cum inside you" he advises her to stand up and places her leg behind him and begins to eat her out "before I fuck you again I need to taste you"

As she feels Bucky stick two fingers in her while sucking on her clit, Y/N groans and jerks her hips in his direction. Y/N says to Bucky, "I'm gonna cum"

"Cum for me baby," Bucky says before pumping his fingers into her faster. Y/N says, "Fuckkk," as she begins to see stars from the most euphoric orgasm. Bucky says, "Taste yourself for me" as he slowly takes his fingers out, gets up, and puts them in her mouth. Bucky says, "im gonna cum inside of you, fill you up, and make sure you remember who you belong to," as he lifts Y/N up he shoves his length into her "fuck," Y/N moans loudly, "this pussy is mine right?". Bucky says, roughly, "Fuckk!!!" as he fucks her. “it's yours it's always been yours" she groans loudly as she's near another climax.

Bucky feels her walls tighten

around him. "Cum for me baby," he says as his hips start to stutter. She cums around his cock and yells "fuckkkk just like that!" Bucky then began to pump her with his seed as his hips started to stutter. "Shit" Bucky says before pulling out of her, seeing his cum drop out of her and onto the shower floor. Bucky tells her, "Fuck doll that was amazing," as he slowly puts her down and gives her a passionate kiss. She steps out of the shower to get a towel for the two of them and gives him a quick kiss before saying, "It was definitely amazing but now I want to cuddle." Y/N giggles as she wraps a towel around her. Before giving her another kiss, Bucky says, "We can cuddle all you want." Before retiring to bed to spend the remainder of the day cuddling with Bucky, Y/N says, "I love you" and Bucky responds with "I love you too doll forever and always.”

[lexygabe]

northquido headcanons

disclaimer: i was bored af lately so i decided to write down all of my thought about this stupid assholes

tw: use of slurs (it's fucking liquido and north come on you know they would) and nsfw content but this is under a cut

• this one is for the veterans that followed me on wattpad, the 🎀💋🤩💌👯‍♀️bread 💌❤️‍🔥❤️❤️, to be more specific brioche bread is liquido's equivalent of giving someone chocolate box,

• their relationship doesn't get in the way when it comes to their rivalry,

• their love language is using the most fucked-up insults you've ever heard of. liquido calls north 'dirty dumb blonde fag' and north tells liquido that he is the biggest stupid cunt he ever dated. they love each other 🥰🥰,

• to everybody's surprise this relationship is good for them. since they are dating, both north and liquido spend more time on training,

• liquido is much of an attention seeker so it's very hard to see them being apart,

• when they are in the same room with other people and liquido starts to acting up, north is like: "oh my god, sit the fuck down🙄🙄". at first liquido haven't listen to what north was telling him but over time as north was telling liquido, for example, to shut up: liquido shut up. "hold it": liquido holds it. "tell him": liquido tells him,

• when it comes to north, liquido always mocks him. when something happens liquido says things like that to north: "say you are sorry", "thank me now", "😜😜say: please liquido😵‍💫 i can't live 🥺🤭 without you". unfortunately, north knows he needs to say all of these things because otherwise liquido will be offended at him a whole day,

• type of couple that was shipped by fans long before they started dating,

• when it comes to being romantic, they are romantic on the level of a third grade student. north gives liquido some 'awesome, diabolical, fun as hell rocks' he found on the beach and liquido sends him pictures of drawings that he made on some documents or nda's (del aqua was pissed off) (those drawing looked like if they were made by preschooler),

• the most romantic thing they've done was placing receipt with written love confession into an empty alcohol bottle and they throw it to the ocean. soon after that beach guard reported them to police and they have to pay a fine💀💀,

• north sends liquido every "blue haired girl" meme,

• another easter egg for my wattpad followers: north teaches liquido how to ice skate (it ended up horrible),

• liquido is the master of making the scene in public. he is sitting on north's lap in the most random moments and places, he gives north a slap on the ass when there are cameras everywhere, etc.,

• north on the other hand, hits liquido in the shoulder, elbows him in the stomach or pokes him between the ribs with his fingers.

"it wasn't funny😐😐😦😬"

"good😠😤"

• north is crocs and liquido is flip-flops,

• they don't care about privacy in the bathroom. when one of them is washing their teeth - the other is peeing, etc.,

• don't let them play uno or monopoly,

• btw they are playing a lot of traditional games when they have lazy days,

• the couple that wouldn't marry each other til their 60s

• they are drawing dicks on a cast if one of them broke any bone.

nsfw:

• when they are making out there is a lot of saliva, teeth and blood (because they bite each others lips every time),

• if you see them during a quickie, you didn't predict. just go away,

• someone already mentioned it but breath play, liquido likes it especially. yeah it also applies to swallowing,

• dirty talk and i mean a lot,

• tbh liquido is the one that is doing blow jobs and giving hand jobs to north, this is my man's cup of tea,

• north is one wild mf, my man is searching for that g spot inside those hydra cheeks (im sorry, pls forgive me),

• THEY ARE LOUD AS FUCK, OMG SHUT THE FUCK UP,

• hickeys💋💋💋.

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Irondad Masterlist ♡

Hi there! So happy that you found my Irondad/Tony Stark blog💞 I decided to redo my masterlist so, here we go. All my works can be read mainly on my AO3💖

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OneShots

oh i'm ready (for whatever comes next)

My first ever fic. Peter asks Tony to be his legal guardian in case something happens to Aunt May.

now take a deep breath (let's get some rest)

Peter being Peter and completely disregarding his sleep schedule and being so tired that he accidentally falls asleep against Tony in the lab. 

Back to School Night

Based on this tumblr prompt here. The fic where Tony Stark goes to Peter's school without his kid's knowledge and may or may not end up not only proving Peter's internship is very much real, but also, may or may not end up shouting at Flash's father. It's not like it's his fault that guy's an asshole, okay!

I will protect you (I'm coming to hold you now)

Multi Chapter Fics

The fic where someone holds a knife to Tony's throat and Peter experiences a flashback to Uncle Ben's death and starts blaming himself for not keeping Tony safe and starts spiraling into an abyss of guilt because what if it happens again and Peter freezes up again and Mr. Stark dies because of him? [febuwhump 2023]

And Pink (goes with everything)

Peter and Tony go watch the Barbie movie together.

That's it, that’s the fic.

Make You Feel My Love

This is my Hydra!Peter Parker AU. Currently a WIP.

you know i'll take my heart clean apart (if it helps yours beat)

A 5+1 fic. The five times Tony Stark doesn't realize he loves Peter Parker and the one time he does. Currently a WIP.

Drabbles

promise

There’s pain and then there isn’t. Bit different from my usual style. [febuwhump 2023]

-- Do not reblog as st*rker --

[ao3fanfictions]

Through the Haze

As I dragged myself off the Quinjet groaning, I imagined the nap I would take on the couch in the living room. Would I sleep longer, better, and more peacefully in my room in my bed? Absolutely, but that is a farther walk than the couch.  The mission I am returning from was a solo and fairly easy trip. Captain needed information about Hydra from one of their rundown, out of use bases. Steve told me it was probably abandoned, but I had to be vigilant in case it wasn’t. It was in fact abandoned and I got everything that Steve had asked for. Case after case, papers stacked all the way up to my chin when I was carrying them out. I also had to retrieve online documents for the team. That took the longest, involving me plugging in a hard drive and walking around the old base for 12 hours. After being awake for 22 hours straight, I was home. I could’ve slept on the way home to the tower, my mind was still on high alert after the mission.

Steve was waiting for me as soon as I got off the jet, standing tall with his arms crossed, a serious look on his face. Uh oh. He’s normally extra friendly once I get back from a mission. Extra nice to me in general to make up for his asshole best friend. Either I messed up real bad or he has very bad news for me. I sigh and walk up to him, determined not to let my own emotions of exhaustion cross my face.

“What’s up Stevie? You have some bad news for me or somethin’” I tried for a joking tone, but his own remained serious.

“I do, Y/n. I know you’ve been away for the past couple days on your own mission, but I need you to deploy again.”

“What why? I haven’t even walked back into the tower yet. What could possibly need to be done so immediately?” I know I’m technically talking to my captain right now, but I’m so tired that I don’t care. 

“The team needs you to go back to Russia. There’s another base that we need information about immediately. You leave again today, as soon as the jet has been refueled and resupplied” His words were final, determined, but so were mine.

“Why can’t someone else go? Does it really have to be me alone again?”

“Yes it has to be you. Based on the amount of information that you got on the last mission. You won’t have to go alone though. I’m sending Bucky along with you.”

“No. I’m actually fine to work alone. I don’t need him to come along. I’ll work better by myself than with him.” I was not working alongside him on this “very” important mission. I don’t know why we don’t get along. He’s quiet with the others, but when it comes to me he can’t keep his insults to himself. Not that I’m much better, he knows exactly how to get under my skin. He is gorgeous though, I’ll give him that. All big muscles and dark eyes. And that metal arm… Steve brings me out of my daydream with his reply.

“You aren’t working alone on this mission. On the last mission, the base was abandoned, and had been for some time. The base that we are going to send you next is semi-active, and has a large chance of hostile agents waiting inside. He’s going as your bodyguard. It’ll be faster for you to find the files this way.” There was a finality in his words, but I wasn’t ready to give up. I can’t work with Bucky, I just can’t.

“Then send someone else with me, if you need me to have someone to cover my back.” I suggest. “I’ll be distracted by him. We don’t get along Steve.”

“I know you two don’t get along, but I don’t have a choice. Everyone else has a mission this week except Bucky. The information is vital, Y/n, we need you to retrieve it. Make it work.”

“Why did you have to wait for me to fly all the way back to America just to send me back to the frozen tundra of a country Russia is right now? I haven’t slept for most of that mission and won’t be at my best anyways.” But as I spoke I knew I wouldn’t be able to say no to Steve. Captain thing aside we were still friends, and I knew if he had the option he would send someone else with Bucky.

“Because your jet needs supplies. We’re wasting time Y/n. Go pack your bag and return to the hangar in 30 minutes, I need to go inform Buck of this mission as well”.  With that he gave my shoulder a sympathetic squeeze as I yawned, and then turned to go find his friend. I sighed and picked by bag up from where I dropped it down at my feet. Might as well try and fit a shower in before I’m shipped off again. 

The hot water relaxed my mind and muscles after my long weekend of work. I can’t sleep properly after a mission without a steamy hot shower, something Bucky always complains about when we have to work together. He claims I use all the hot water and that he can’t stand to hear me talk to myself while I’m in the bathroom. Whatever, screw him and his super soldier hearing. I keep thinking as I scrub my scalp clean about what the mission might hold. It probably won’t be very dangerous, considering Steve decided to only send two people. One bodyguard and one technical genius. We probably won’t even have to stay in a safe house this time, just get the files and get out.

My shower thoughts are interrupted by an aggressive banging on my bedroom door. Alarmed, I turn off the shower and wrap a towel around myself. I leave wet footprints as I walk to the door and my hair is dripping all down my body and the floor. I’m still soaking wet, but the banging is so loud that I panicked. I pull the door open forcefully, stopping the banging knock. 

“What?” I said urgently, but my haste fizzled when I saw who was on the other side of the door. Bucky. I can tell he’s surprised by my appearance.

“We’re supposed to leave in 10 minutes. You might want to dry off before then.” His voice is deep and brusk, rushing me. I roll my eyes and open my mouth to reply.

“I’ll be down there when it’s time to go, James.” I’ve never called him Bucky to his face. I know that if I did it, feelings would come with the nickname. Feelings I can’t have for him, because he doesn’t have them for me. 

I do hurry though, not wanting to ruin Steve’s mission plan. I towel dry my hair quickly before throwing clothes into a bag. I pack light, we won’t be there long. My hair is still damp as I quickly walk to the hangar, trying to stay on time. When I climb aboard the ship, Bucky who was talking to the captain, looked over to me. He finished his conversation with the pilot and walks over to me. I take a deep breath, getting my mind ready to fire back against him.

“Finally. Now that the princess is onboard we can leave.” He’s mocking me. I take the bait.

“I’m perfectly on time, James. So sorry that my shower inconvenienced you. Will my nap piss you off too? Or would you prefer me to be rested for our mission?” I snap at him.

“You’re two minutes late, actually. And no, I prefer you sleeping. You’re a lot less of a pain when you’re quiet. Even though you snore like a man.” With that, he turns and has the pilot prepare for takeoff, clipping himself into a seatbelt and looking at the wall, thinking I guess.

I roll my eyes and walk to the furthest seat from him, putting my own seatbelt on. I lean my head back against the wall, trying to find the most comfortable angle. The plane ride will be a few hours, I might as well try and catch up on some sleep before we get to the base. 

After 15 minutes I give up. Sitting up right won’t work. I look over to Bucky, who’s still lost in thought. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I stand up and stretch, walking in a circle to move my legs. I feel his eyes on me, but he doesn’t say anything and neither do I. Once I’m all stretched out I go back over to my seat, squatting on the floor and fluffing my bag like a pillow. It’s small, but it will be better to rest my head on the bag and sleep on the floor than trying to keep my neck from breaking in the seat. The floor actually isn’t too bad, and I fall asleep almost immediately. 

Hours later, I feel the landing gear deploy and I get up and go back to my seat. I check on Bucky again and his eyes are closed. I doubt he’s sleeping, focusing on the mission more likely. I wonder if he’s anxious about going back into a HYDRA base. I know he does missions like this all the time, but I feel bad for him, just a tiny bit. After all he’s been through, I wouldn’t blame him if he couldn’t face it. 

I’m starting to feel a little anxious myself now that we’re close to landing. I know I don’t have to be worried though. Bucky and I might not get along personality wise, but our skills compliment each other well on missions, a reason we work with together often. He has incredibly heightened senses and is trained for any situation. With my technological background, I can find any mission plans, classified information, or wanted lists on HYDRA computers, along with great search techniques. I’m trained for field missions too of course, but I am much less skilled than Bucky is, the reason for him being my bodyguard in particular, to pick up my slack. Which is very embarrassing. I don’t want him to look at me like I’m weak, but I am compared to him. 

We land, and Bucky immediately gets out of his seat and has his bag in hand, waiting for me. My seatbelt is stuck and it takes me a few seconds to get it unclipped, longer because he is staring at me, and once I have it unclipped I grab my bag, looking at him to lead the way. 

“About damn time. Let’s move.” I don’t argue. I’m exhausted, my nap on the way not helping much. I know my place on this mission. Bucky is the lead until we get to the main computer room. Once I get the information he takes the lead again and brings us home. Simple.

Bucky sets a fast pace that I do my best to match. It’s freezing. I’m wearing a special winter suit, which involves a tight under layer with a thick coat and pants over top, my boots large and heavy, thick gloves on my hands; but I’m still so cold. My cheeks and nose are pink with cold and my teeth chatter. There’s inches of snow on the ground and more is falling as we walk. Bucky told me it was a 5 mile hike from where the jet dropped us off to the base. The asshole looks perfectly fine, not a single sign of discomfort from the man at all. He’s barely even wearing layers. Just heavy duty pants and a coat, thin gloves. I bet he’s only wearing a long sleeve under his coat and not a full suit too. Stupid winter solider. 

 I landed back at the tower in the middle of the night and I haven’t seen daylight at all today, unless you count the barely visible glow, completely throwing off my internal clock. It’s about 1 or 2 in the afternoon, but it’s still dark outside. Bucky said something about winter and it always being dark and blah blah blah. I would really love to see the sun though. Feel its warmth on my face. 

After an eternity of walking, we’re on the outside of the base. I’m waiting for Bucky to give me orders, but he’s staring at the building, lost in thought once again. I wave my hand in front of his face, bringing him back to the present.

“Hello. What’s the plan,” I wanted to get this mission over with as soon as possible. He pushes my arm down roughly with his own gloved hand.

“Shut up. I’m thinking. Don’t let your loud mouth get us caught.” I huff, but whisper a reply.

“Steve said this place was abandoned,” My voice is so quiet it’s barely audible over the wind to my own ears, but I know he heard me. 

“No, he said it was semi-abandoned. People still work here. I’m trying to determine if anyone is here. It’s hard to listen with your stupidity clogging my senses,” he whispered back. 

I roll my eyes and step back away from him. Even though what he said was rude and annoying, I choose to listen to his order and stay as quiet as I can. I watch him concentrate, looking at the sharp lines of his face. I shake my head to clear my thoughts, when I have an idea. If he’s trying to hear voices in the base I need to make even less noise than I already am. I take some steps away from Bucky, giving him space and take a deep breath and hold it. Now I’m truly not making a sound. It’s been about 30 seconds when I see his head suddenly whip around to look at me. It startles me somewhat and I exhale and take a deep breath in, my brain hungry for air. 

“You’re allowed to breathe, Y/n.” He gives me a strange look and it makes me feel guilty somehow, foolish too.

“I’m sorry, I was just trying to help you.” My voice isn’t a whisper, just small. Very out of character for me. He’s making me feel weird today, subdued. Maybe I’m just too tired to fight. 

Bucky nods and waves me closer to him, taking a knee in the snow. I come close and do the same pointing my head down to avoid the icy wind, teeth still chattering. 

“Ok, here’s the plan. There’s no one there. Not that I can hear anyway. The room with the files and computer that you need to access is pretty much in the middle of the base. I have the blue prints almost completely memorized, so I’ll lead us there. Once we’re in the room you can do your things and I stand watch over the door. Any questions?” His voice was brusk, but he was giving me that strange look again. 

I shook my head no when he asked for questions. Only saying “I’m ready to follow whenever you’re ready,” Quietly in return. 

He nodded and began to lead the way. Even though there wasn’t anyone in the building, our heads were on constant swivels, and Bucky kept us out of the line of sight for any camera’s. When we got to the door, it pushed open. It looked heavy, but Bucky opened it with ease. I stayed close but behind him the entire way to the room, neither of us speaking. I yawned frequently behind him as we moved, feelings the heaviness in my eyes start to way on me. I blinked hard as we continued. The base was lit, but barely. Very old and dull lights buzzed on behind us, and there was no heat in the building. Meaning I was still freezing, but at least had shelter from the cold breeze. I could still see my breath in icy clouds out in front of me. 

When we got to the room we were looking for, Bucky went to push it open. Unlike the front door, however, this one did not open with a push. Bucky’s and my eyes met for a moment. I opened my mouth to question what we were going to do next, but instead he put a finger to my lips to keep me quiet. Normally, I’d fly off the handle at this, but something in the way he looked at me kept me quiet. I just gave a tired blink and nod instead. Bucky looked back at the door and took a few steps back guiding me behind him with his arm as he did so. He looked at me and pointed at where I was standing, and I again nodded my understanding. He went back to the door and placed his ear against it, listening. 

Suddenly he kicked at the door, right by the handle and with an enormous “BANG” the door flew open. My mouth fell open, so much for being quiet. He poked his head in before turning back to look at me. He mouthed the words, “I’m going to check inside. You stay.” I squinted at him while we was talking, but I ultimately understood what he was communicating. 

After a few minutes I began to grow more anxious as he looked around inside. I was worried about both of us. What if there really was someone in there and they got to him? What if he needed my help? I couldn’t wait any longer. I stepped inside the room. 

It was divided up into multiple rooms. The main room had a huge computer screen, blank right now of course, and multiple other smaller computers around the room with keyboards and monitors. I had just started into another extremely dark room when I felt myself slammed against the wall, my head bouncing off the cement painfully. I tried to scream, to fight back, but my attacker had his hand pressed firmly to my mouth, not letting any sound out. He was definitely a man, huge in stature and had me pinned against the wall effortlessly. I started to panic when the man suddenly let me go, saying my name. My head was pounding. 

“Y/n? What the fuck. I told you to stay in the hall. I thought you were a HYDRA agent.” It was Bucky, I think. He was whisper yelling at me, but all I could say in retaliation was a moan of pain. 

My hand was on the back of my head, where it had hit the wall, and my legs weren’t too steady under me. This room was so dark I could barely see, with no windows or lights. I felt myself swaying, and I knew I was about to fall. I reached out for Bucky, grabbing a fist full of his coat to steady myself. 

“Shit. Are you ok? Y/n?” He was still being very quiet, but his tone had lost the anger after realized that he had hurt me. I didn’t have my bearings fully back yet, still swaying heavily. I felt Bucky’s hands touch me, trying to stabilize me. One hand on my side and one coming up to meet my own on my head. I was breathing heavily, panting almost, trying to ground myself again. 

“Y/n, answer me. Are you ok? What hurts?” I know he was trying to help, but that comment pissed me off enough to make me pull myself together.  I pushed myself away from him, walking back to the main room where the computer that I need to access is. 

“My head hurts, James. Some asshole slammed me into a wall” I said grouchily behind my shoulder, at full volume. No more whispering for me. All the concern was gone from Bucky’s voice in his next reply.

“Well maybe if you would follow orders for once, Y/n, I wouldn’t have reacted the way I did. I’m a highly trained solider, unlike the other person on this mission.” His voice was equally as loud as my own now, and I knew we needed to be quieter, but I didn’t care. He started this fight.

“Oh please. Without me you wouldn’t even be on this mission. You’re too big of an idiot to get the files we need.” My voice was at a yell now, but his was louder still.

“That’s right, if you weren’t the weakest agent on the team then I wouldn’t have to be here. I could be on an actually useful mission with the rest of my team!” His voice was a boom and his words were painful. Not only to my damaged head, but to my heart too. What he just said only confirms that he doesn’t respect me as a fellow teammate at all. My mouth was open, ready to keep shouting at him in the dark, when a wailing siren came on, making my head explode. 

“Shit” we say in unison. Understanding that we have just been caught, we run back to the main room and out of the darkness. 

“Are there anymore entrances to these rooms besides the door?” I have to yell for Bucky to hear me as he slams the open door closed and locks it. 

“No. But you need to hurry and get the files downloaded so I can fight the agents off.” He pulls out a huge gun that was strapped to his back and all I do it nod. I feel horrible. I’m beyond exhausted, having no substantial sleep for over 30 hours, my head is going to pound out of my body, and now I have to find all these damn files Steve needs before Bucky and I get shot to death. 

I scramble to the computer moving as fast as I can in my condition. I plug in the hard drive I brought into the computer as I search for all the needed documents. I hear pounding footsteps getting closer and closer to the room we’re in and I’m really starting to panic now. I select the files that need to be downloaded and wait for them to fully process.

“Can’t you move any fucking faster! I would like to live to see tomorrow,” Buck’y shouting at me, but all I can do is wait for the things to download. My breathing is starting to quicken rapidly when some sort of gas is sprayed throughout the room throughout the vents. 

When the gas hits my nose and fills my lungs it burns like fire, no not fire, like chemicals. I cough furiously, tears streaming down my cheeks from the raw force my coughing fit has on my body. Bucky is fine though, unaffected by the gas completely. He comes to my side and takes a hard look at me. He makes a decision I guess cause he points at the computer and says, “I’ll fight the agents, as soon as this is done come to the door. Understand?” 

All I can do is nod, still fighting for air. Bucky goes over to the door and opens it, just enough to shoot the agents coming after us. By the amount of shots he fires, I’m guessing there has to be around a dozen of them out there. By the time I finally get my coughing under control, the files are ready. I put the hard drive in my breast pocket and zip it tightly. The pocket is on my inner most layer, so I’m not worried about it. 

I get to the door by Bucky, letting him know we’re ready. He nods at me and fires a couple more shots before saying, “I swear to God, Y/n, if you want to get out of this building you better do exactly what I say.” I nod at him and pull out my own gun, a very small one compared to his, but it’s what I’m trained to use, and I can use it well. 

I stick close behind him, more vigilant than ever. Bucky pears around the corner of the hallway that we need to walk down and I watch the hallway behind us, waiting for his signal. My head still hurts, but I’m focusing so hard on escaping that I barely notice the pain anymore. Bucky deems the hallway clear and we continue running. This pattern continues as we race for the exit, moving as fast as we can while still being careful. At the last hallway corner we had to use as cover, Bucky puts his arm out, stopping me from continuing forwards. 

“What?” I mouth to him. Even though we’ve been found out, I want to remain as quiet as possible. Bucky doesn’t like to be loud on missions. But Bucky isn’t looking at me, he’s watching someone else. I hear voices down the hall, loud voices actually. I can’t understand what they’re saying, but it looks like Bucky can. Duh, he’s been imprisioned by these people, of course he speaks Russian. 

Bucky pops out form behind the corner and shoots, killing the few men before they can return fire. He waves me forwards, and we begin running again. My feet are so heavy in these damn winter boots and my legs feel like jelly from the lack of rest. I don’t want to keep going. We better not have to run all five miles back to the fucking jet after this. We would have been out the door already if I had been paying attention, maybe not safe, but at least out of the base. 

I tripped on one of the dead men’s bodies. My boot getting caught in the crook of his elbow, and I fall. I crash really, down to the floor. Bucky whips around, thinking another threat has appeared. Nope, just myself potentially getting us caught. Bucky backtracks to help me to my feet when a line of bullets hits the walls around us. 

Moving faster than me, Bucky yanks me up by the upper arm and pushing me in front of him, yelling at me to run. I’m still looking at him when the bullet comes wizzing towards me. He blocks it with his metal arm, and the clang of metal on metal is loud in my ringing ears. Bucky pushes me again, yelling at me to run. And I do. I run as fast as I can, praying the bullets don’t make contact with my skin. 

I push through the front door we entered through, and I’m relieved to see there isn’t a mob of agents waiting for us. Just one startled guard who I shoot before he fully raises his gun. Bucky is right on my heals and I turn to him, waiting for him to lead the way. I am unsure where to head next, having lost my bearings while inside the base. 

Whipping his head around, Bucky regained his bearings. He picks a direction and begins to run. I follow behind him, remaining as close to his form as I can, as we run my heart is pounding, my ears are ringing, this mission escalated so quickly. I just hope Bucky knows where he’s going. 

we run for miles. My breath is short and labored. I’m starting to fall behind Bucky. I need to rest. I need to stop and get my mind back in order. There is a large stitch in my side, bringing me to a stop. I lean over, resting my hands on my knees as I bend down to catch my breath. Bucky stops as well, turning to face me. 

“Please James, I need to take a break.” My voice is small, gone is any fight. Bucky rolls his eyes. 

“Fine. I need to get in touch with Steve anyway. Stay put.” He walks a few paces away, leaving me to catch my breath alone. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but based on Bucky’s body language the conversation isn’t going well. He ends his phone conversation and walks back towards me. 

“The jet can’t pick us up for another 12 hours at the least.”

“What? Why not?” This day just keeps finding new ways to be terrible. 

“They’re still on their mission, and with the terrain of our area other jets cannot land,” I sighed. 

“So we’re just going to sit out here and die?” I spread my arms out, gesturing to the snow packed earth around me. 

“Yes, Y/n. They sent two very valuable agents out on an extremely important mission just to let them die out in the forest.” His voice was thick with sarcasm, making me annoyed. I understand where he’s coming from but I just wish he wasn’t such an ass. I roll my eyes and continue,

“So what are we supposed to do then?”

“There’s a bunker we can stay in for the time being. It’s a far walk, but it’s warm and there’s a shower. We’re limited for options right now.”

“Ugh. 10 miles will take us hours to walk.” My voice hitched in my throat. This was too much, too much walking, too much fighting. I can’t keep going.

Bucky’s face softened for just a moment. “I know. But we don’t have anywhere else to go. Come on.” 

We walked, and walked, and walked. My mind was separate for my body. My feet were dragging, barely clearing the deep snow. I was bone tired. I wasn’t cold anymore, the opposite really. My face was hot and I was beginning to sweat under my layers. 

Bucky stopped suddenly and I ran right into the back of him. He whipped around to look at me, angry. I apologized in a small voice. He shook his head annoyed, and then bent down to push away snow from the ground. He revealed a heavy trap door with all types of locks with various methods to prove your identity as an Avenger. 

The door eventually swung open and Bucky held it open for me. I looked up at him tiredly before lowering myself down into the bunker. It wasn’t very warm, but my body was too hot to notice. While Bucky was lowering himself down and locking the door, I looked around the bunker. It was extremely small. There was a couch, old and covered in a soft cloth fabric that faced the “kitchen” which was basically just a counter with a sink and cabinets. There will be no hot meals here. There was one bedroom and one bathroom. The bathroom was barely large enough to house the toilet, sink, and shower. The bedroom wasn’t much larger, only holding a queen bed and a tiny closet with extra blankets and supplies. 

I walked back into the main room to find Bucky heading towards the bathroom, a towel slug over his arm.

“Stop right there. Why do you get to take the first shower?” I did not walk all the way just to let him go first.

“Because you take years to shower, use all the hot water, and I worked hardest during the mission.” He didn’t stop walking. 

“You did not. I’m the one who go all the information. All you did was shoot your gun.” This might be a bad fight to pick, but I’m practically delusional with exhaustion. 

“Only shot my gun? I’m the reason the weakest Avenger is still fucking alive. I ruined my arm taking that bullet for you and I regret it. I should have let that bullet slice through you and saved my arm.” He slammed the bathroom door after his words, and I flinched at the sound. Ouch.

That was too far, and I felt myself shutting down into myself. I was too tired to think of how to get back at Bucky after his shower. I sat down on the plush sofa, sinking into its cushions. I feel too warm, even stripped of my large outter layers and just staying in the longsleeve bodysuit that was my base layer. I think I feel a cold coming on. That’s the only explanation of warm skin despite my chills. I had only been on the couch for a few minutes, but my eyes began to droop.

I was awaken by a towel hitting my face, making me jump up to a sitting position. I heard Bucky’s chuckle as he walked into the bedroom. Guess it’s my turn to shower. I rise slowly, feeling the room spin around me.

I decided to have a cold shower despite the cold air in the bunker. My skin was too warm and I wished I had different clothes to put on after my shower. Something not as hot as my bodysuit. I had tied my hair up to avoid getting it wet, cold air and wet hair would never dry. I had zoned out for who knows how long while washing myself off. I should get out before Bucky interrupts my shower like this morning. I’m starting to feel less stable on my feet anyways. 

I turn off the water and pull back the curtain. I reach for the towel that Bucky threw at me and dry myself off. I start to climb out of the shower when my foot landed on a small puddle of water, likely from Bucky’s own shower. My foot slipped out from me and I came crashing down to the tiled bathroom floor, my already injured head hitting down hard. 

I couldn’t move. I was still trying to catch my breath and my bearings. My hand holding the back of my head while my mouth made unconnected sounds of pain, calling for help. I forgot that Bucky was the only one here, my reminder being his voice on the other side of the bathroom door. He was knocking, calling to me I think

“Y/n? Y/n are you ok? What happened?” He sounded worried, and I tried to respond to ease his mind. I need to tell him I’m ok so I can get my naked body off the floor myself. 

But instead of telling him I was ok and to go away, I started crying. Overwhelmed by the day’s events and the pain that I was in, my spirit broke. I was able to half sit, wrapping the towel around me best I could. My hair had fallen out of the loose bun and now sat limp around my face. Talking through my sobs, I called out to him.

“Bucky, please. I need your help,” I don’t know how he understood what I was saying, my words muddled from my cries. I didn’t even notice I called him by his nickname, something I had never done before. 

I forgot that I had locked the bathroom door, and I couldn’t reach the lock. I couldn’t hear what he was saying to me. The door handle was ripped out of the door, allowing Buck’y hand to unlock the top lock to let himself in. When his body appeared in the doorway, his eyes widened seeing me on the floor. He crouched down to my level and reached out to touch my head. 

“Doll? What happened?” His voice was low, his eyes locked on mine. I had to take several deep breaths before I could answer him.

“I slipped getting out and I hit my head again, Buck. I don’t think I can stand on my own. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry you had to come in here but I can’t get out on my own,” My crying continued, unable to stop. My head was thick with pain and my skin was still too hot, even after my cool shower. 

“Shh, it’s ok Y/n. I’ve got you now. You don’t have to be sorry, doll.” He moved his hand from my head and wrapped me up into his arms, lifting me while he stood from the floor. His metal arm was cold against my skin, bringing relief instantly. Being held close to his chest, resting the side of my face on his heart calmed me. My cries subsided as we walked from the bathroom into the bedroom. 

He laid me down gently on the bed, pulling the sheet up to cover my body. He rested his flesh hand on my forehead and then moved it down to the side of my neck. 

“Is your skin normally this hot, Y/n?” He sounded concerned, which doesn’t seem like a good sign for me.

“No, I’m normally always cold,” My reply was only a whisper. My eyes began to open slower, my body completely spent. 

“Stay awake just for a minute for me, doll. Let me take your temperature and then you can rest, ok?” His voice was still low and gentle, not at all like he normally talks to me. All I could do to reply was nod. 

He wasn’t gone long, back with a little thermometer in his hand. He looked down at the tiny plastic tech and pressed some buttons before bringing it to my lips. I obediently opened my mouth and let it sit under my tongue. This interaction might have been awkward if my eyes were open, if I wasn’t so tired and hurt. But right now I didn’t care at all, letting him take care of me.

The thermometer left my mouth and I heard Bucky gasp. It was enough of a reaction to make me open my eyes and look up at him. He was staring down at the thermometer, mouth slightly open.

“What is it?” I whisper up at him.

“You have a fever, but it doesn’t make sense. I don’t understand how your temperature could have risen this much without you collapsing until now.” He had his thinking face on, and it worried me.

“How high is it? 99 degrees?” I was hoping that he was just being dramatic and this was a “large” rise in temperature to him.

“No. It’s 102 degrees. You can sleep now, doll. I need to call Steve again. See if he can get us out of here any faster so we can get you some help.” His hand rose up to touch my hair, brushing it out of my face. The movement was comforting and it relaxed me. 

Bucky was only worried because he’s a super soilder and I’m not. The fever most likely won’t get any worse anyways. Steve will probably come right away too, hearing about my condition. If Bucky doesn’t think it’s life threatening then I don’t either. I just need some medicine and some rest and I’ll be just fine.

With the comfort that Bucky’s care has given me, I close my eyes again. He leaves after a moment and I hear the door close behind him. I drift off almost instantly. 

CHAPTER 2:

Bucky POV:

I paced around the small living room, the mission phone pressed against my ear. 

“Come on Steve, pick up the phone.” I was talking to myself, waiting for the line to be picked up. 

I heard the line click and I felt a pressure leave my chest.

“Hello?” Steve’s voice was hesitant.

“Steve. You need to pick us up now. Y/n’s sick, she’s got a fever and she needs real medicine.” My words were rushed, racing to make my point.

“What do you mean she has a fever? We can’t send the jet, Buck.” Now I understood his hesitancy. 

“She’s burning up, her temperature is 102 degrees. We need to get out of here before she gets worse.” Steve isn’t listening. Y/n needs help.

“God. I’m sorry Buck, but the jet got pretty banged up. The mission today wasn’t successful and the jet can’t take another trip. Especially all the way to Russia,” Shit. 

“Send something else then. Do you think I’m playing with you Steve?” I was starting to get heated. I need him to help her. 

“We talked about this earlier, Buck. No other jet we have can handle the terrain.” 

“How long will it take for the jet to be fixed then?”

“5 days at least.” I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck Steve! Can’t you at least try something? Who knows what her condition be in 5 days.”

“There’s nothing that I can do! Do you think I want to leave her either?”

“What am I supposed to do? I can’t take care of her without fever pills,” My voice was loosing its anger.

Steve let out a heavy sigh before answering, “Do your best to keep her cool. She won’t want to eat, but you gotta make her, Buck. Call again if she gets any worse. I’ll talk to Bruce and see if he knows anything else you can do.”

“Alright. I need to go check on her then.”

“Before you go, were you guys able to get the information from the base?” 

“So you can’t get us out of here, but you can receive our mission data?” 

“That information is vital Bucky. That’s the whole reason we sent you two so urgently.”

“Whatever, Steve. I’ll send you the fucking files.”

With my last words to Steve, I hung up. The audacity of him to give me zero information to help Y/n but still have good enough resources to get their data. I sighed and put the mission phone on the table by the sofa, walking towards the bedroom where I had left Y/n. I slowly turned the door knob, quietly pushing the door open.

I know she is sleeping; I can hear the difference in her breathing pattern. I walked into the room and grabbed her undersuit from the pile of clothes I left on the floor. I felt around in the pockets until I found the little hard drive with the files on it. I held it up to the light, looking at how small it was. What could possibly be on this for the mission to be so important? Before leaving the room I searched in the closet, looking for any spare bedding for the couch. All I came up with was a tattered blanket, but it would serve my needs.

After my shower I had found a blank long sleeve t-shirt and cotton pants. The shirt was a little small, but the pants fit well enough. I didn’t find any women’s clothes, but I doubt Y/n would want to overheat anymore than she is right now.

I turned to leave the room,  Y/n’s rustling in the bed stopping me in my tracks. I watched her face as her expression showed one of discomfort. She started to breathe heavier and her hands grabbed at the sheet covering her naked body. The sheet was the only thing thin enough to keep her covered but not overheat her. The sheet clung to her body, outlining her perfectly. I would be lying if I said she wasn’t beautiful…

Shaking the thought from my head I walked out of the room. There was a tiny computer in the corner of the “living room”. I logged into the Avengers software with my credentials and plugged the hard drive in the back of the computer. I typed away at the computer, trying to find a way to send over the data from my shitbox to the tower. Curses left my mouth freely as I worked. I was hunched over the computer when  I finally found the right button and clicked it before heading towards the bedroom. 

I checked a clock on the wall, settling down on the couch. It was 10:42pm. I’m beat, I’m sure Y/n could sleep for days if she was comfortable enough to. I laid down, closing my eyes and reflecting on the mission and all the events that happened afterwards.

-

I was awoken by the hatch door of the bunker being unlocked. All the lights were off and the only thing lighting the space was the moonlight that the door let in. I rose from my bed on the couch and walked towards the now open trap door. The air blowing in was icy cold, and I could see my breaths. I assumed that Steve was able to get a jet out here after all and didn’t call before he came to get us. My head was still thick with sleep, my senses dulled. 

“Hey, who’s up there? Steve?” I called out the dark figure climbing down the latter.

“Нет” The voice was deep and horse. My eyes widened and I moved to fight the invader. 

Two men who I didn’t hear or see come in jumped onto me from behind. One crushed my metal arm under his boot and the other seated himself on my back, keeping me to the floor. More men came piling down the latter, holding me down. I couldn’t fight back, I was completely trapped under them. I struggled, managing to kick one in the face before my legs were tied together. My flesh arm was pinned down alone, my metal arm completely destroyed. I heard the men laughing when the one who spoke to me in Russian crouched down in front of me. 

I don’t know how Y/n isn’t awake. I haven’t heard a peep from her. These men obviously know English, the Russian was just to startle me, to take me off guard.

“What do you want? The hard drive? Well you bastards are too late, I already sent the information to the other Avengers.” I spit out at the man. The group just continued to laugh. 

“We came for your little teammate. She is quite knowledgable on how to get our information. We’re here to make sure she doesn’t ruin anymore plans for us.” I struggled harder. They only came here to kill her. I’m supposed to be protecting her, it’s the whole reason I was sent on this damn mission. I’m supposed to be watching over her and I let them get the slip on me. 

Men started walking towards the bedroom where Y/n was resting. Where I told her she was safe. 

“No. Stop, please. I’ll give you anything you want, just don’t hurt her. Take me instead! Please!” I know my voice was desperate, but so was I. They couldn’t kill her. She’s my mission. 90% of the missions the Avengers have assigned me since she joined the team was to protect her. She’s my partner. Every fight I’ve ever picked with her is running through my mind, all the terrible things we’ve said to each other. But even then I’ve never failed to protect her like I have now. 

They opened the bedroom door and I lost it. I tried everything to uproot the men holding me down, determined to save her. I yelled out to her, “Y/n! Y/n you have to run! Get out of here!” But it was too late, and everyone in the bunker knew it.

I heard her screaming. She was begging for her life. Worst of all, she was begging for me to come save her.

“Bucky! Bucky please!” Her voice was thick with pain, sobs breaking through the silence of the night. Her screams were high and piercing, running through me like an electric shock.

I heard a gun go off. I fell limp under the men. Tears stinging my own eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. So so sorry,” I heard the footsteps of the men approaching, hearing a dragging sound along with the steps. 

The men got off me, retreating to the latter and climbing out into the night. Their leader threw Y/n’s lifeless body down in front of me before he followed his men outside. They didn’t close the hatch, letting the moonlight illuminate Y/n’s blood, still seeping from her body. 

-

I woke up gasping for air, my chest heaving. There was sweat beads collecting on my forehead and tear tracks down my cheeks. I take in my surroundings, checking around the room for any shadows or unfamiliar sounds. I’ve had nightmares since day one of becoming HYDRA’s lab rat. I’ve never had a nightmare like that though. So real and convincing. I really thought I just lost her.

Just as I was pulling myself together, I heard her voice call out to me. Her tone sent chills down my spine. 

“Buck? Are you out there?” Her voice was so small, even from the other side of the wall. I immediately stood and walked over to the bedroom. When I opened the door she was sitting up in bed, holding the sheet against herself. 

I’m still not used to her calling me that. Not that I mind; quite the opposite. Deep down it always hurt me that she wouldn’t call me by my nickname and always James. Calling her doll came out of nowhere too, a word I haven’t called anyone in this new life. She is a doll though, beautiful as she is.

“Yes, doll? Why aren’t you sleeping?” She looked exhausted. Deep purple bags under her eyes and sagging shoulders. 

“I’m too hot to sleep, which has to be some sort of punishment because I haven’t slept longer than a couple hours for days.” That comment made me feel sorry for her. She’s just a regular human, no powers to give her abilities to go without as much sleep like me or the other team members. The  only sleep she got between missions was what she got the nap on the way over to the mission. 

“I’m sorry. Can I get you something to sleep?” I have no idea how to take care of a sick person. Especially a sick person that I always fight with. 

“No. Thank you though. Did you find out how long until Steve gets us out of here? I don’t want to complain, but I really don’t feel good Buck.” Her eyes were closed when she spoke, showing her obvious fatigue. She doesn’t want to complain. More like she doesn’t want me to get upset and yell at her. I feel like such an ass.

“I’m sorry your fever is so high, doll. I have bad news though. Steve said he can’t get us for at least another 5 days,” Her eyes flew open and her face showed how distraught she was at the news. 

“What do you mean he’s not coming for almost a week? How am I going to get any better?” Her voice hitched in her throat and I knew the tears were coming. 

I sat on the corner of the bed and rested by hand on her leg, trying to comfort her.

“Hey, hey. It’s going to be ok. I’m going to take care of you while we’re in here, ok?” She gave a small nod. 

“What if I get worse, Buck?” She sounded so scared. Not like her normal self at all. It stirred something up in me. We have never gotten along, but I have never disliked her. I don’t know why I acted the way that I did in the past towards her, but it ends now. 

“You’re not going to get any worse, sweetheart, I’ve got you.” Her face was lit only by the candle, the shadow on her face highlighting the tears on her face.

“I’ll be here watching over you until we get rescued. I won’t let anything bad happen to you doll, I promise.” I continued to rub soothing circles into her leg.

“Ok Bucky. Thank you.” She yawned big and laid back down, moving around until she was comfortable. I stood to leave, but she grabbed onto my arm.

She spoke in a whisper, “Could you stay? Just till I fall asleep?” I melted back onto my seat next to her on the bed.

“Of course I will.” 

The rhythmic sounds of her breathing calmed me after my dream. I stayed by her side much longer after she fell asleep.

DAY 1:

I never went back to sleep after the dream that plagued my mind last night. Instead I searched the entire bunker for things that might help Y/n. There wasn’t much to find, not that I was surprised. The two things I wanted to find most was any type of fever medicine and a food type that Y/n would be able to keep down. 

In the bathroom there was a small, ill supplied first aid kit. Honestly, if you had anything more life threatening than a cold this kit wouldn’t be much help. There were some over the counter fever pills in there, however. The cabinet that held all the food wasn’t very promising either. It was filled with mostly with varied dehydrated foods. There were a couple of cans of chicken broth, which Y/n should be well enough to eat. But considering there isn’t a stove in the bunker she probably won’t find it very appealing. 

I was pulled out of my thoughts by the creaking of the door to the bedroom. Y/n poked her head out of the room, eyes scanning the room. Looking for me I think. She was also dressed in the mens clothes that were in the closet, they fit too loose around her body. Her lips raised slightly at the corners when our eyes locked.

“Good morning, Bucky” She fully opened the door and slowly walked towards the sofa. When she plopped down I could tell that she was tired, even though the distance she moved wasn’t far. 

“How are you feelings this morning doll?” I kept looking around the pantry, not because I thought I would find anything else, but to give myself something to do. 

“I feel better rested today than I did yesterday. I still feel too hot though. I don’t think my fever has broken yet.” This caused me to turn around and look at her. She did look less tired, but still worn out. I walked over to her and put my flesh hand against her forehead. She continued talking while I went to retrieve the thermometer.

“I’m surprised Steve didn’t have the work on the jet expedited when you told him I was sick,” She sounded disappointed that Steve didn’t come to her rescue. I’m honestly pretty disappointed myself. 

I held out the termometer to her and she silently opened her mouth and let the machine sit there while I talked.

“He said he would try his best. I don’t expect him to be able to get it fixed much faster,” I was so focused on getting her new temperature that my attention wasn’t really on our conversation. I was secretly praying that her temperature didn’t rise last night. I knew that was a fool’s wish though. I could tell just by touching her that she has gotten worse. 

When the machine beeped I pulled it gently from her mouth. I kept the number hidden from her and checked, expecting it to be no more than 1 degree higher than yesterday. It was much worse than that. Her fever changed from 102 degrees to 104.96 over night. I felt her eyes looking up at me, and I knew she knew it was bad just from my face.

“How bad is it, Buck?” I could tell by her tone that she was nervous to hear.

“I’m not going to lie to you doll, it’s not good.” I showed her the screen of the thermometer and she gasped. 

“I feel hot, but I didn’t think I was that hot.”

“It’s a miracle you were able to get yourself out of the bed and dressed by yourself. Are you hungry? Thirsty maybe?”

“Can I have a glass of water please?” It was so odd not to be fighting with her. Even more odd for her to let me help her. 

“Of course you can, doll.” I grab a cup from a cabinet and fill it with tap water. I feel her eyes on me as I move around the kitchenette. I hold out the water to her with my flesh hand. Our fingers brush together briefly and I feel the unnatural warmth of her skin against mine. 

“Thanks Buck.” She gulps down the water quickly. 

“What about food? There’s some broth I can get you? I don’t have a way to heat it up though.” Not that she would want anything hot anyways.

“No I’m ok, the last thing I want to do is eat right now.” I nod, expecting her answer. 

I sit next to her on the sofa awkwardly. I don’t know what to say next. There’s no entertainment in the bunker at all. Nothing to occupy our time with. The only thing interesting that I’ve found in the entire place is a deck of playing cards. I don’t have the slightest clue if Y/n even likes to play cards.

I heard her sigh heavily and look over to her. She’s reaching for the deck and beginning to shuffle the cards together.

“Do you know how to play Blackjack?” She slowly turns her body to face me on the sofa, criss crossing her legs under herself. 

This question brings a smile to my face. Despite all the memories that I was forced to forgot by Hydra, playing Blackjack with my old buddies in the military stays locked inside my head. 

“Of course I can play, doll. I think you forget just how old I really am,” When I looked up at her my breath got caught in my throat. She had the widest grin on her face. I’ve never been privileged enough to be the recipient of her smiles though. It was such an amazing sight. 

Y/n dealt out the cards and we began our game. We had nothing to bid but bragging rights. She was pretty good too, but not as good as I was. We played our game for hours, and when that became boring we moved onto another game. This was officially the most normal thing that we’ve done with each other. 

We stayed on the sofa for so long that I was able to forget the circumstances of our stay. I was reminded however when I looked up at the wall clock and noticed the time. It was 6pm and we still had no word from Steve. With the mission phone being half full with battery it is best not to use it unless there is an emergency, but I would have thought Steve would call to hear about Y/n’s condition.

“Ok doll, last round and then we have to eat something,” I was looking at my cards when I noticed her reaction. 

“I’m still not hungry, Buck. Can’t I skip eating?” Her eyes got so big when she wanted her way.

“No can do, Steve ordered me to make sure you’re fed while we’re in here.” I flipped over my card to show my 21. Y/n sighed heavily and threw her 19 down over my cards. 

I got up from the couch and put out my hand to help her off the sofa. Our reality came crashing down around me when Y/n took my hand to pull herself up. We’re not bonding as teammates waiting for our captain to get us home. We’re two teammates who never get along trying to survive the bitter elements until rescued, one of whom is gravely ill. 

Y/n is at her full hight when her knees buckle. It was lucky I waited for her before going to the kitchen. I wrapped my arms around her and kept her from hitting the floor. She was burning up against me, hands clutching at my shirt for dear life. 

“Woah woah. What happened, doll?” I spoke softly to her. Her gaze was flying everywhere around the room. 

“My vision just got super spotty. I-“ Her speaking pattern was irregular and she held onto me harder.

“It’s ok, Y/n. I think we just overdid it for today. Let’s get you back to the bedroom.” All she could do in reply was nod. I adjusted my hold on her and lifted her into my arms. 

I carry Y/n all the time. She often needs the help after a tough mission due to ankle and foot injuries. 

“I just- I think I just got up too quickly. Sorry Bucky, I feel like you just have to keep holding me steady this whole mission,” She tries to pull away, to stand on her own. I don’t let her though. 

“Whatever,” Is all I say in reply to her before scooping her up into my arms. I might be a super soldier, but she really is an easy person to carry. She automatically wraps her arm around my neck, leaning closer to me.

“Thanks. I could have walked on my own though,” This woman. She always has to argue about something or other with me.

“You’re done walking. I’m officially putting you on bed rest, doll.” Watching her wobble around makes me nervous. Especially when there’s no reason for her to walk anyways. 

“Don’t walk alone at least,” I offer. I understand she still needs to go use the restroom while we’re stuck here. 

“Ok deal,”. She helps me push open the door to the bedroom and I set her on the bed. She fixes the pillows to allow her to sit upright comfortably.

“Alright, Y/n. I know you say you’re not hungry but I’m going full nurse mode. If you want to feel the best you can in your current state then you have to listen to me,”

“Gosh. You’re so bossy, but I understand.” She rolled her eyes “playfully” while I turned around and headed back into the kitchen area to prepare a meal for her. 

There’s only a few cans of the chicken broth, so I decide to save it incase she gets any worse. I know the dried meat strips are going to be a definite no without even asking. I settle on the dehydrated fruits. There’s a good amount and a decent variety. If her picky ass is going to eat something today I think it’s safe to bet this is what she’ll choose. I go ahead and bring her a glass of water from the tap also.

When I get back to the bedroom I notice that the pants Y/n was previously wearing lay in a rumple at the floor. The bedsheet is pulled up, covering her from the waist down. I feel my own neck started to heat up at the thought of what she’s covering up when I give my head a slight shake. This is no way to think about my sick teammate. 

I sit in the bed next to her and hold up the packages of fruit to her, along with 2 of the fever pills. She just gives the pills a look for a long moment before reaching for them and swallowing the white pills with a gulp of water. For her dinner, she chooses the bananas. I secretly win a bet with myself. I eat the meat strips and we sit there in silence during the “meal”.

“Bucky?”

“Yes Y/n?”

“I don’t feel good,” I turned to look at her, and she didn’t look good either. Her skin was tinted pink and I could see the discomfort in her breathing.

“Oh doll, I’m sorry. Let’s get you to sleep, ok?” I stood up from my place on the bed and collected the wrappers from our dinner. I throw them away in the main living area of the bunker and when I return Y/n is naked under the bedsheet. She must feel miserable.

“Can I get you anything else?”

All I get in reply is a slow shake of the head, “Thank you for taking care of me. I’m sure I’ll be back to normal tomorrow and you won’t have to look after me anymore,” Her eyes were closed and she turned to her side, shifting around until she was comfortable.

“I’ll always take care of you, Y/n”. All she could to in response was hum, before sleep took her over.

I sighed when closing the bedroom door. She was making me so nervous, a feeling I’m not often accustomed to with her. Y/n is always so tough and she never lets me take care of her.

I wanted Steve to call me with answers for everything. I want to know what brought on this sickness. I want to know how he’s going to get us out of here and help Y/n. My mind wondered on the possibilities for what caused her illness while I was in the shower. I was replaying the mission on repeat in my head, thinking of everything we encountered.

I don’t think her hitting her head would have caused these symptoms. Well not the fever symptom, the head pains were definitely caused from her head smacking the wall. I feel so guilty for causing her pain. I wish we never came on this stupid mission. I’m angry that the rest of the team got to go on a group mission and Y/n and I had to go on this one instead. 

If we had been with the group we would’ve had a failed mission of course, but I’d argue that a failed mission would be much better than being stuck in an underground bunker. Stuck with a sick person you can't help, who is getting worse.

I got out of the shower, having no new ideas on how to help Y/n. I dried myself off and changed into dry clothes. When I checked the phone after leaving the bathroom I had zero new messages or missed phone calls. It felt like Steve wasn’t even trying to help us. I cleaned up the playing cards from Y/n and I’s game earlier before sitting myself back down on the couch. 

I was lying down, looking up at the ceiling. All the lights were off but my mind was too busy thinking to sleep. Too busy worrying about Y/n and too busy reliving my dream from last night. Eventually my eyes grew heavy and I slipped into a dreamless sleep.

DAY 2:

I was awoken suddenly by Y/n bursting out of her room and running towards the bathroom, hand covering her mouth. I frantically threw the covers off of my body and ran in after her, tripping over myself in my haste. She was bent over the toilet, throwing up violently. The only thing she was wearing was the over sized T-shirt from yesterday. The shirt was big on her yes, but I could see everything waist down when the material moved up as her legs moved.

I quickly pulled back her hair from her face and rubbed circles into her back as she was sick over and over.

“It’s going to be ok, Y/n. You’re going to be ok.” I don’t know how anything else could come up. She barely ate anything yesterday. 

When Y/n was done being sick she shakily stood up to her feet and walked over to the sink. I had my arms out for her to use as balance, and she did so gratefully. I looked at her reflection in the mirror as she cleaned her teeth. Her skin was definitely red and I could see the dark spots in the T-shirt where she had overheated and began to sweat. 

Y/n was leaning heavily on the counter when she looked up at me.

“Sorry to give you such a startling wake up call,” Her voice was raspy from sleep and there were still huge dark circles under her eyes.

“Don’t apologize. Let’s get you back to bed, doll,” She gave a nod and turned around to face me. To my surprise she simply lifted her arms out, waiting for me to carry her. She never just lets me pick her up, another indication of how bad she was really feeling.

“What if I didn’t want to carry you back to the room? Rude of you to assume don’t you think?” I was just teasing her, I asked my question while lifting her from the ground carefully. I pulled her close to my chest and she hummed in pleasure when my metal arm touched her sizzling skin.

“I knew you would, Buck. You always carry me when I’m hurting.” When I laid her back down in her bed I turned around respectfully to allow her to undress herself.

“I guess you know me better than I thought, Y/n” After a couple minutes I turned around placing my hand against her forehead to feel how much hotter she’s gotten overnight. It’s a shocking temperature difference. I sigh and pull my hand away.

All Y/n does to acknowledge my words is nod. Her eyes have already closed again and I know I’m going to lose her to sleep soon.

“You can’t fall asleep yet, doll. I need to doctor you up first. She just nods again at me.” I leave her room and walk to the kitchen, reaching for the broth instead of the fruit. I grab more fever pills for good measure.

I already know she isn’t going to want to drink this. I’ll have to practically beg her for every sip she takes. Before returning to her room I also fill her water cup, knowing that will be another battle.

When I’m back in Y/n’s room she is lying on the bed on her back. Her eyes are closed and I’m worried that she’s fallen asleep before I can make her eat and drink. To my surprise, however, her eyes slowly open back up at the sound of me approaching her bedside. When I sit on the side of her bed, she tries to sit up and adjust herself, grimacing.

"What hurts, doll?" I ask her. I busy myself with finishing the preparation of her dinner to avoid making eye contact with her while she covers her chest with the sheet.

Seriously what's wrong with me? My mission partner is down with a wicked illness that I can't cure and I'm fantasizing about her? I need to pull it together. I've always been attracted to Y/n but I've been able to keep those thoughts better controlled than I have as of late.

"A little bit of everything. This sickness or whatever I have feels like it's stopping my natural healing process." Y/n's voice is whiny, which normally drives me up the wall. But I can't be annoyed with a sick Y/n. I don't think it's possible.

"I'm going to try and call Steve again, see if Bruce has any new theories about what's making you get so much worse." I was hoping my words would sound comforting, like I had an actual plan. All they did was reveal just how reliant she and I are to our teammates on the other side of the world.

I continue talking to her over my shoulder as I leave the room, "Make sure you take both of those pills, girly. I'm expecting at noticeable difference in the broth too." I tried for a playful tone, hoping to entice her.

All I get in reply is a groan of frustration before I close the door behind me. I do hear her nails scrape against the bedside table as she grabs the pills though, so at least she's listening to me.

When I reach the mission phone sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch, I check for new messages. Of course, there are none. I left the phone next to me at night in hopes of Steve calling with some new solution. I wanted the phone to be close so I didn't miss the call in my sleep, even though my hearing would never allow me to miss such a call.

I pick up the phone and dial Steve's number, holding the phone up to my ear. It only rings a few times before he answers on the other end.

"Hey Bucky, how are you guys holding up?" I roll my eyes at him. Even I recognize that my best friend has some serious positivity issues. Not everything has to have a good light, especially not Y/n's current situation.

"We're managing okay. Do you have anymore information for me?"

"I do have something new, I don't know exactly how helpful it will be. Bruce just informed myself about what he discovered."

I tried to keep the desperation out of my voice when I answered. "What is it? What do we know?"

"The team and I have been pouring over the information that Y/n pulled from the HYDRA computers. Almost everything is about their new weapons that their working on."

This information isn't much interest for me, but I know Steve wants me to hear the complete story. "Okay."

"Well the scientists who were working on this project have been working on this new weapon. A chemical one."

I'm loosing patience for this man and his stories. "This isn't new information, Steve. HYDRA has been using chemical weapons for decades."

"Yeah, the team is aware. We just want all our bases covered. That's all the new information we have. What's the mission phone's battery lookin like?"

I pull the phone away from my ear and look down the see the battery percent.

"It's at 15 percent. We don't have any power though. At least not enough to charge the damn thing. We barely have enough power to keep these burnt out bulbs shining and. the heat on."

"I head that. I'm going to let you go then, Buck. I'll call you if we get any updates. Try not to use the phone again unless it's a real emergency. I don't want it dying on you and have no way to contact you."

I sigh. I know he's right of course, but I don't like the idea of sitting around watching Y/n get worse while I wait on Steve to find a solution. I don't say any of these thoughts, however.

"Right. I'll talk to you later than, Steve." I'm so frustrated at the whole situation that I don't even wait for his reply before hanging up the phone.

I grab the thermometer and walk back to Y/n. When I walk into the room I find her taking tiny sips of the broth. She hasn't had much, but there is a definitely a difference than when I first left her.

"Wow. I'm shocked to see you've listened for a change." I give her a sly smile.

She doesn't return the smile when she answers.

"Sometimes it's just easier to listen to you. You're already bossy enough when I do listen to your demands."

I sit down next to her, the same spot I occupy day and night.

"Demand, not order. Now open up." I stick out the thermometer and she lets it sit under her tongue with a roll of her eyes.

When the machine beeps I take it out and read the small number. Damnit. She's not even slowing down. If anything she's getting worse, faster.

"What is it, Bucky?" Her eyes are so tired. I feel so guilty.

"It's 107, doll." She closes her eyes and nods slowly.

"Feels like it to. I've eaten all I can for tonight. Can I sleep now?" She's so pathetic sounding I can't say no.

"Of course, doll." I rise from the bed and move to clear her cups when she reaches out and grabs tightly onto my arm.

"Don't go. Can you stay with me tonight?"

"I could never say no to those doe eyes." She gives me a small smile.

Instead of cleaning up and leaving the room to sleep on the sofa, I walk across to the other side of the bed and settle down. Once I'm settled I feel Y/n's arms creep around my mental arm as she presses herself against it. The side of her cheek rests against my shoulder and she sighs with contentment.

This is why she really wanted me to stay with her tonight. To keep her cool. Not for any comforting purposes, and it was silly of my subconscious to hope that was the realness of our situation.

Y/n is up several more times throughout the day and night to be sick. I seriously don't understand how she has anything to throw up after the 3rd time. Surely your body needs some sort of fluids to produce bile.

Every time she stirs to be sick, I am up helping her run to the bathroom. To avoid being completely naked, Y/n has settled on wearing the huge T shirt to remain some what decent. Eventually, she falls asleep against my metal side, clutching me close to her boiling body.

DAY 3:

When I open my eyes and look down Y/n is still clung to my arm. No one has ever held on to my artificial arm this way. It makes me feel less like a weapon anyways.

I lay with her as long as I can before I have to slowly pull my arm away to use the bathroom. Even though her neck falls in what looks to be a very uncomfortable angle, she doesn't stir in the slightest. I move her head for her.

When I leave the bathroom I check the mission phone, briefly. Steve was right when warning me about low battery. When I check the wall clock I see that it is 12:34pm. I can't remember the last time I slept this late.

I go back to check on Y/n to find her still sleeping. When I check her temperature I see that it's jumped again in the night to 110.96. I don't understand how she's still breathing on her own. Steve needs to get us the hell out of here.

Y/n begins to stir under me after I removed the machine from her mouth. Her eyes open into tiny slits and I think it might be the best she can manage.

"Hey, doll. How are you feeling?" I have to do my very best to keep her comfortable. I don't think she has much mobility in her current state.

"I'm too hot," Her whining has intensified since yesterday and it makes my heart ache for her.

"Do you want me to take your T-shirt off? Would that make it a little cooler?"

All she could do in reply was nod and lift her arms slightly.

After some effort I was able to remove her clothes and pull the sheet over her chest. I could feel my own cheeks heat up after my hand grazed her breasts while helping her. I need Bruce to give me some sort of mental check up when we get back, I'm all out of sorts.

I hand her more fever pills and a glass of water, giving her 3 tablets this time. Obviously they're not making much of a difference. When I'm pulling my arm away from Y/n, she catches my metal arm in her hand. Her thumb grazes over the bullet mark from our mission. The one I took to save her. The one I said I regretted because of the damage…

I was pulled out of the memory from Y/n's eyes filling with tears.

"Y/n? Are you ok? What hurts?" My voice betraying me and showing just how panicked I was.

"I ruined your arm." She sobbed. "It should have been me that took the bullet. I'm the one it was meant for," Her cries became even harder.

"Shh Shhh. It's ok doll. My arm is just fine. You didn't ruin anything. I would've taken that bullet in my flesh to keep it from you." Nothing I said was making any impression on her though. This must me some sort of hallucination from the fever.

Y/n is crying so hard her words are inaudible. All I can do is try and comfort her by reassuring her that we're both ok and that's what matters. She won't hear a word of it.

Eventually she cried herself out and fell asleep. Only after I picked her up and let her body lay on top of my own.

She never woke up again, and I didn't attempt to move her.

DAY 4:

This day is really dragging on. I'm out of my mind with worry for Y/n. She hasn't woken up since yesterday's sob fest and I don't know how else to help her. She lays face down against me, soaking up the cold of my metal arm.

I would be content to just lay here and worry about her all day, when I hear the phone ring. It has been almost 2 days since any word from Steve. I cannot miss this phone call. As gently as I can, I lay Y/n against the mattress and rush out to answer the phone.

I push the technology against my ear as I hit answer, waiting to hear Steve's voice.

"Hello?"

"Steve thank god. Please tell me you have news on what's wrong."

"Not really. All the information I have is on that chemical weapon I was telling you about. The gas. How's Y/n?"

"What do you mean gas? Like a knockout gas?" My words were rushed. There was a gas leak on the mission. It brought Y/n down with a coughing fit…but I was fine.

"Not like that, Buck. They're a mix of chemical and biological weapons. It's a gas that attacks the victim's body internally. It destroys their immunity to the chemicals pumped through the gas. Not only does it wreck their immune system, but it stops all forms of medication from aiding in the healing process."

I think my heart has stopped beating.

"What." My voice is rigid.

"Genius isn't it? This ensures that the victim won't have the ability to get any help from medicine or other common treatment options. Only they know the cure."

My hand is shaking so badly I can barely hold onto the phone. I tighten my grasp. Both on the phone and reality.

"Steve. There was a gas attack on the mission. Y/n got a face full of it. I wasn't affected so I thought it was harmless…"

"Fuck. You're sure it was gas? Not steam?" Steve sounded panicked now too.

"I'm absolutely sure. She was down for a few minutes after inhaling it." I was making my way back to the bedroom when I asked the dreaded question.

"Steve, what happens when you give the sick person medicine?"

"We're not really sure. It doesn't heal them for sure. There is a possibility that it makes them worse. Why?"

I don't answer as I throw open the door to see Y/n seizing on the bed.

In a far away place I hear Steve repeating his question over and over again, but it seems that I've almost gone deaf.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." I force the phone into my pocket and race to Y/n's body. I don't know the first thing about helping anyone who's experiencing a seizure. I do the only thing I can think of, which is to hold her head as still as I can without making the tension worse.

I pull the phone back out of my pocket and yell at Steve. I hear him arranging for some sort of emergency transportation to be arranged. I look back down at the screen to ask how long will he be, for some direction on how to save the woman I'm falling in love with, but when I look at the screen I only see my own terrified eyes reflected back at me. The phone is dead.

After several minutes Y/n's body falls limp against the bed. I sigh in relief, but then I'm even more worried that she's dead. That Her body is shutting down around her. I feel so stupid. I should have mentioned that fucking gas attack in the mission report. I should have protected her better. That's my whole job. My whole purpose.

I do the only thing I can think of. I wrap her up in a sheet and hold her to my chest and bring her to the living room. I'm sitting on the sofa, back rigid waiting for Steve to come save us with her cradled against me. To save her.

I wait for hours. I watch every minute on the clock tick by. Every minute I check her pulse, I listen for her heart beating steadily and her lungs to fill with air.

7 hours later I'm in the exact same position. I'm rocking Y/n in my lap gently as I speak to her. I tell her it's going to be ok. I tell her how sorry I am for not protecting her like I should've. I tell her how badly I want her to live, to fall back in love with me as I am her.

When I hear the bunker door unlatch, my brain takes me back to my nightmare, to the HYDRA agents murdering Y/n in front of me. I hold onto her tighter before setting her down on the couch, prepared to die for her. I face the entrance when I see Steve jump down into the bunker rather than use the latter.

I almost cry from relief. She's going to be ok. Help is here.

But we're not out of the woods yet. Steve and I have worked with each other for so many years we can communicate wordlessly now. He comes over to look at Y/n's unconscious form on the couch before lifting her up.

I climb out of the bunker into a full blizzard. The cold doesn't even register to me. My entire mind is consumed with how cold Y/n will be, only wrapped up in her sheet. I wait barefoot in the snow to see Steve's head under me at the base of the latter.

He holds Y/n above his head towards me and I bend down, knees soaked with snow to reach her. Her body feels like a temperature that I've never felt before, blisteringly hot against my snow frozen skin.

The rescue vehicle waiting for us is a helicopter. Most likely the only thing available in such short notice with our usual jet being out of order.

Steve and I are running now, climbing into the jet and settling in. Steve races to fly us to the tower as I lay Y/n down on a stretcher, letting Bruce look her over.

I don't move the entire flight home. The helicopter is small, barely large enough for our 4 person party. The entire flight I watch Bruce work on Y/n. I barely notice the next weeks.

When we land at the tower there is an entire medical team waiting to wheel Y/n off to an emergency hospital wing. They work on her for hours. Not that it matters, she never wakes up, and they have no idea how to cure what ills her.

The days blend together. I never leave Y/n's hospital room. I sit in the corner and I watch over her. I don't leave to eat, I don't leave to sleep, I haven't changed out of the clothes that I wore in the bunker. I didn't leave when I heard her heart stop and I had to watch the doctors revive her.

There are a dozen machines that do everything for Y/n. One is full of oxygen, even though she can barely breathe. One is to track her heart and breathing patterns, because they shift so frequently. I honestly have no idea what the other ones do, I just know they beep at me all day and night.

I've almost given up hope on my partner when one afternoon a cure is found and administered. Beautiful Y/C/E open, her head turns my direction, and 2 words are uttered.

"Hey, Buck." Her voice is as horse as I've ever heard, but she's alive.

I take the first full breath I've had in weeks, before I answer

"Hey, Doll."

END

[probably-a-human-being]

Spoilers

Random thoughts I had while reading TNC:

Weird lore in the ground. Huh.

Audrian also has that lore. Elsie stuff?

Damn! I've been imagining lore keepers taking on traits from their beasts since book 1, and now it's canon!

Fuck you Leopold. Good for you Cyril.

Field trip! Nice to meet all the high keepers, Hasu's mom having a dragonfly on her face is cool, but I don't like her by principle because it seems she's putting a lot of pressure on Hasu :(

Oh hi Zeeeenzi

ETHEL! MY BABY HOW I'VE MISSED YOU. WHERE'S YOUR BROTHER!?!

Blights are creepy. Also based on what was previously said I'm guessing that Yasha came from a town struck by them?

Hasu can already do lore surge? I mean that's cool, but seriously, why are they putting so much pressure on her?

Signature moves! Nice.

Oooh creepy tomb. So that's where "The Night Compass" comes in. Also I didn't mention it but I love Grusha.

Hydra snakes. Cool.

YASHA!!!!!!!!!

I just love all things Yasha :)

Damn! I remember someone predicting that Navryshta or however you spell her name is a mammoth frozen in ice, looks like you were right!

Bye Yasha... but Barclay still has his coat 😳

Oh the description of Barclay's blackened fingers was BRUTAL

It's nice to see Runa and Cyril becoming friends again.

I also like seeing Viola realize that her dad is kinda shitty, reminds of when I realized that about my mom. I still love my mom, but she's a little insufferable, and it's nice to see someone in fiction feeling the same way as me.

Also Barclay practicing with his new lore is so cute ☺️

The image of the glacier point was so clear, and it was really cool.

oh fuck no no no LEAVE RUNA ALONE YOU ASSHOLE

Bye Yasha... again... also Viola stabbed you in the shoulder? Damn!

HASU'S BONDED WITH A LEGENDERY BEAST?!? WHAT?!?

QUIST YOU FUCKING GENIUS, EDUCATE THE WHIMSICAL AND TELL NO ONE

GRUSHA!! Leave her alone Audrian you fucking asshole!

GRUSHA NOOOOOOO (but stabbing Audrian with the horn and RUNA'S move? Iconic)

YASHA NOOOOOOO

Runa's going to bond with a legendery beast? That's fucking awesome!

NAVRYSHTA NOOOOOOOOO

Leopold 😒

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT FUCK WHAT'S HAPPENING

HOLY SHIT THE WILDERLAND IS GOING WILD

THE FAMILY IS BREAKING UP? NOOOOO

HASU'S GREAT BEAST WOKE UP? WOOOOAAH

So overall I really liked the book, I liked the darker vibe and the greater violence, and the plot twist were cool. I have a few questions, such as: how did Navyrishta get trapped in the ice in the first place? Why was the horn plunged into the glacier at the north of the world? Why did it turn silver? And also I'm wondering what happened to Abel, since that was never explained. I hope that in future books we get more time with Ethel and maybe discover what happened. I'm also glad that Root got more screentime, because my biggest critique of books 2 and 3 is that they kinda didn't give him anything to do. Barclay and Zenzi kissing was nice, but I don't really see this turning into something serious more like a crush that will eventually go away and all that'll remain is friendship. I also enjoyed seeing Barclay getting better at lying, although I'm not sure how I feel about it being through Audrian. Speaking of which, Audrian is delusional. Fuck him. Can't wait for the next book!

[blacksupremacy86]

Captain America: Time Alteration

Steve Roger’s is in the midst of war throwing his body onto an oncoming bomb throwing at me. Steve jumps into the air blocking me from getting hit and I go flying into the near wall.

I wake up hours later in some offshore,make shift secret base in the middle of the sea a door swing open. “Oh! You are up!” Steve aka The one and oh my Captain America says to me.

Apparently for my safety I am strap down to the bed with the memories of yesterday are permeating my mind the bomb goes off and Steve pushing me out of the way conking me out.

I saw a glimmer of light sparkle in his eyes I knew my hero, America’s sparkle man in tights and America’s ass in blue pants that pop.

A ass so right he could crack a safe with it okay…okay a bit of a exaggeration on my part but still come one I am sick I can do what I want.

What I want is the piece of man candy in mi eye line I want to ravish him but I must stay on target. He undoes the straps letting me go free.

“I am so…so sorry we have to finally be able to meet under such awful circumstances in life.”

“Why am I here? Shouldn’t I be in a general hospital or something.”

“We need to be brief on everything you that know could be helpful.”

“Like what could I know?”

“Hydra’s plans.”

“All I know is the created a time portal to new worlds.”

“It does more than that.”

“It shift reality”

“The world would bend to their will.”

I threw the folded to the side to his shock an awe of dismay crawls over his face with his arms crossing.

I want to rip his pants open and make sweet masks with his asshole but my eyes seem to wander off.

They land onto a weird shiny object I reach out for it a piece of the tesseract he found on the scene.

Using my feet I sweep pass camp as he goes go collect the assorted files of the folded on the floor.

Pick it up I close my eyes letting it settle on to my palms the shatter piece glows bright with excitement.

The light covers him in a blinding then me with the entirety of the room eyes and the sensors unnoticed.

“Oh Captain! I am only human.”

“What fiendishly evil plan are you deigning to concoct?”

“Mwahahahahaha! Fiendish?”

“I am taking advantage of an advantageous moment.”

“Premeditated maybe”

“Hardly? How was I to know you would be stupid enough to leave evidence in an open place?”

“Any who! Take a deep breath this will be all consuming.”

“Mwahahahahaha….kneel for your king”

“Welcome to the new world order bitch.”

Something is off I love the feeling when the smoke fades I am sitting on my throne in the throne room.

The shattered fragment is in my crown the cloud vanish out of my eyes lowering them to see Steve kneeling.

I feel a powerful energy over take me in total excitement, my hand on his head causes him to moan in pleasure.

Captain rises to his feet with a broad smile on his face, he gives salute and the places his hand on my chest.

He hands me a file with loads of pertinent information to disassemble The Avengers and prey on their weaknesses.

Every private government agency has been eradicated under my kingdom for a lifetime of submission.

“Master Lawrence the US is the last county to fall to you.”

“Do you understand your place now?”

“Sir Yes Master Lawrence I am at your will Sir.”

“I must shatter the last defense to the world.”

“The Avengers and The Justice League”

“Crush them, ruin them and end them.”

“Mwahahahahaha…precisely”

“Anything else I should know”

“I am awaiting for your command”

“You fought valiantly I’ll give you that “

“I lost though, my pride destroys me”

“I see the light Master Lawrence “

“You are a piece of work”

“Thank you sire!”

“Sir Yes Sir”

“Submit to me”

“Already have”

“I am going after them Master”

The end

[demonsfate]

Jin and DJ being enemies who are forced to share a body is very fascinating to me.-> This is exactly how I see it, not the usual "Jin's evil side!!" I mean, not really? it's a demon borrowing his face at the end of the day. Personally, I don't see Jin going all evil out of nowhere. Like *at least* show some progress. And even then I would side-eye the writing. I'm sorry if I don't see Jin like some people, he might be stoic and all but he's not an asshole nor a Kazuya Jr lol Yeah as you said, how they're written it's what makes them unique. What I meant is that sometimes I read comments that say oh, generic character, in a negative context, and sometimes something being generic is not necessarily bad, I guess? there are many tropes with these characters that could be explored and expanded upon. But then again, they usually have supporting/minor roles so they don't get the spotlight or the development as much as the main characters. And yeah, Asuka not having a significant part in her family's conflict does bother me a bit. I HOPE they change that in 8 but who knows at this point. Heihachi coming back as a robot would be hilarious but I wouldn't mind if they pull a Kazumi with him. Though, I will say, they will definitely focus on the Kazamas more this time (at least that's what I think) Glad I'm not being annoying, so I will keep coming back here! I usually send silly asks, like the one about Jun not getting over that demon dick lmao. Which reminds me, it was confirmed Kazuya and Jun were married apparently? Not sure if I heard that right

Yea! Whilst maybe the series doesn't do the best at it - I think the idea just has a lot of potential to it. The concept of not only being forced to share a body with somebody, but somebody you can't stand. Your enemy knowing you better than anyone else could ever. Then what kind of dynamic/relationship that can form upon that. As well as the whole complications of not feeling like your body is your own, and no longer recognizing yourself in the mirror. I just feel it has a lot more going for it than the typical "don't let revenge/anger get to you, or else you'll become a literal monster as symbolism for a bad person you are now! :)" Which isn't a bad concept - but as stated, an overused one, especially in fighting games, for some reason.

And I 100% agree with that, honestly. I got called literally "fucking dumb" for saying this before I stopped using Reddit - but I really don't think Jin should ever be bad. I think he should do some minor bad things (beating someone too much out of anger, or being snappy, whatever) but I don't think he should ever cross the line of getting innocents killed, or doing something that's evil, and not a simple flaw. Jin was created to be the Good One, like it's just core in his character. If he's Evil in any way, it takes away what he's supposed to be. Essentially, it's not Jin anymore. Remember when Marvel tried that dumb fucking plot twist where Steve Rogers was actually working for Hydra all along? Yea, people go so uber pissed at that and for right reason. Like I think that's another thing that amazes me by the Tek fandom. Every other fandom can acknowledge, and even protest when their character is written completely ruined, and out of character. Yet Tek fandom, ESPECIALLY REGARDING JIN, is like "yep. He did that. He's a Real Person And Did That And It's Undeniable So He's Bad."

Oh nah, I know exactly what you meant. It seems like a lot of people criticize "tropes" for being bad. Like almost everyone uses it as an insult. Even though many things are built upon tropes. But I don't think many ppl realize that, sadly. And just have an obsession with something being 100% original.

TK7 hinted that Asuka will play a bigger role. But I have a feeling that they may drop a lot of stuff they hinted at in TK7 - at least the character episodes. I don't know if they will or not tho. But I have a feeling that may have been why Asuka was revealed so soon. Because maybe she will play a more important role. I believe we were told this game will finally explain the Kazama powers. So, here's to hoping!

Like, I KNOW the characters aren't big. But Tek still doesn't develop them when they straight up have the opportunity to! Like in TK6, there was something in it that interested in me, if you play as Paul in Scenario campaign - he'll bring up his troubled past a lot, and basically state he's wanted by the police. Even calling his past "something you don't tell kids." When other characters fight against Paul in scenario campaign, and he says he wanted to be the strongest in the universe, they'll call him out - saying it's a lie, or that it's not really what he wants. Which makes me wonder if that could've possibly been alluding to a reason as to why being Number One is so important to Paul. Did something happen to him in the past that made him feel this way? Some characters accused him of being lonely during scenario campaign? Maybe something happened to him that made him feel weak? BUT even though this is interesting and actual depth. It's never expanded upon because his endings are just wasted on him getting his butt kicked or being humiliated. Same thing with Asuka, really. Asuka being part of one of the most important families in the game. And then also having hints she has the power to repel the devil. But then her potential is all wasted on Haha Funny Yuri Bait That Goes Nowhere with Lili.

I actually enjoy the humor in Tek - I think it makes it a very fun series. I make a lot of silly posts on my blog from time to time, and have hcs that mean nothing other than to be "stupid" or "funny." But I don't like it when the humor begins suffocating the entire series to the point where it feels like almost nothing can be taken seriously. Then that's when it gets annoying. And that's probably why TK4 nowadays is considered the game with the best story. Because it's the one with the least amount of humor. Hell, Paul had a pretty serious ending and actually dealt with who he is as a character beyond a flanderization of "NUMBER ONE IN THE UNIVERRRRSE." Xiao's ending was also quite heartwarming and serious about her regards of wanting to build a theme park rather than her being in a comedy anime. Hopefully, in TK8, they've listened to people's feedback regarding TK4's story, and they'll go back to that tone.

And I always enjoy the asks! Both directed to ooc or ic. ❤️‍🔥 But as for the Jun and Kaz being married thing. I'm NOT entirely sure? But that's proooobably incorrect. As if that were true, Jun would be Jun Mishima, not Jun Kazama. (As Kazumi is Kazumi Mishima, not Kazumi Hachijo.) You're probably referring to when Harada referred to Jun as Kazuya's "wife." But I feel that many fans forget that Harada's first language isn't English. And hell, I don't even know how much English he even speaks, or if he's using a translator. Since it's apparent if you look at many of his tweets - as he often uses one word when he meant another. (Like some fans were even theorizing Jun isn't the real Jun because he referred to her as "it" instead of her.) So it's very likely he meant lover, but used wife instead.

In her English TK8 bio, it does state she and Kazuya met and "became close" at the second tournament. And I think the Japanese version of the bio may even say they fell in love together. But I don't think any of them mentions them being married. so I'm preeeetty sure they're not?

[steverogers-wife]

Avengers x Scottish!OC (Part 2)

Summary: Fletcher Collins is a high level S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. She is an incredibly skilled fighter, hacker, and has never missed a shot. The only thing she struggles with however, is people understanding what the hell she's saying. Set in 2020, Thanos never happened.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton.

Warnings: Language

Part 1 | Part 2

Fletchers POV

Walking out of the meeting room, I try to think what in the hell Fury is trying to do. I've been working under the wraps for S.H.I.E.L.D. trying to take down HYDRA for years now, and these Avengers are comin' in tryna steal the show. Whenever I find a base, I usually take it out with my own team but if theres hostages then I get Fury to leave it with the Avengers.

But now, after years of my time and dedication, i've been ordered, me, ordered, to work alongside them to take HYDRA down. Granted my team has lost people along the way, but we were doing just fine, I didn't need a goddam boy band of fuck-ups coming in tellin' me what to do.

"Agent Collins!", I hear the oh-so-righteous Captain from behind me, and judging by the many footsteps I hear, the other misfits aren't far behind.

I stop, hanging my head. After briefly contemplating my decisions in life, I turn around to face them, raising my eyebrow waiting for one of them to speak.

"Captain Steve Rogers, its a pleasure ma'am", he says, extending his hand for what I can only assume is a handshake and not something with less physical contact.

I glance down at his hand and back up at his face, he awkwardly brings his hand back to his side as he continues. "We'll be having a meeting to discuss future plans tomorrow, we'd love if you could join us and bring anything you have on HYDRA with you so we can all get on the same page." He finishes kindly with a sickly sweet smile.

I role my eyes although they couldn't see from behind my sunglasses. "No."

He looks slightly confused as he asks, "No? W-what do you mean 'no'"

"I mean exactly what I said Captain, no." I say plainly to the 'man with a plan', being sure to speak slower and dull down my accent so they can understand what i'm saying, "This is my mission, you work with me, not the other way around. There will be a meeting in the compound in room 4A2 at 8am exactly. If anyone's a minute late we reschedule. I will be giving you the information I believe you need, not everything, and I will be telling you about your next mission. Now Spangles, do you and your boy band need anything else?"

I finish my sentence and look towards the group, who are all staring at me wide eyed until Stark speaks up.

"Ok, am I the only one who understood none of that? I mean come on"

I scowl at the man, turning on my heel and walking away.

Avengers POV

"Damn, Cap got told", Sam mutters to himself.

"Are we actually going to do as she says?" Wanda questions hesitantly.

"I don't think we have a choice, she's the one who knows the most about HYDRA", the man in tights sighs.

"She seems like a massive asshole i'm gonna be honest", the changed Winter Solider says.

"Yeah and you were and still are a huge asshole before we got to know you, I think its best if we all do what she says, we can question it all later." the knock-off Robin Hood declares to the group.

"Is anyone else wondering how she knows so much about HYDRA? Fury said himself she used to be a top S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, maybe she was a part of HYDRA", the red head ex-spy claims.

The group ponders over her claim, thinking that maybe, she could be right.

The Next Day, Avengers Compound

Fletcher POV

I reorganise the files on the meeting table, all for the Avengers next mission. I glance down at my fathers watch on my right wrist.

7:56am.

If any of them are even a minute late then they'll be going into the mission blind. Honestly not my problem. Oh wait! Fury made it my problem. After all, i'll be leading the missions. I hear a knock on the door.

"Morning ma'am", the Captain greets with the same smile he had yesterday.

"Mornin', just call me Collins", I say the man.

"Oh, r-right sorry ma'- uhh Collins", he stutters, turning a slight pink shade and rubbing the back of his neck.

"Where's everyone else?", I question, finally looking up from the files.

"They'll be here now, well I hope anyway. I just wanted to see how you plan to do this?", he asks, glancing back at the door hoping his teammates will appear soon.

"You'll find out when everyone else is here Spangles, please take a seat." He nods, going to sit at the head of the table. "What are ya doin'?" He looks up me.

"Uhh, sitting down?", he says in a questioning tone.

"No i'm sittin' there, i'm runnin' the meeting", I claim in a bored tone, placing one file down and reaching for another.

"Oh uhh, right yeah sorry", he chuckles nervously.

Steve Rogers POV

I sit next to the head of the table, nervously fiddling with my fingers. After about a year or two out of the ice, I realised I never loved Peggy, not truly, it was more about someone giving me attention I had never received from a woman before. It was obsession. Nat has tried setting me up with women but it just never seemed right. I never knew what my type was, but for the first time since Peggy, i've found myself attracted to a woman. I didn't even think someone like Collins would ever interest me, but i've found myself wanting to get to know her more, wanting to work with her. She's gorgeous, smart, and clearly knows how to deal with people easily.

"You're starin'", she says breaking me out of my thoughts. I realised I had been. Watching as she analysed her work.

"N-no I wasn't, was just starin' into space", I mutter, embarrassed I had been caught and was such an awful liar. She looks up from her file and goes to say something, but a knock at the door interrupts her.

"Come in", she says in her strong yet angelic voice.

The rest of the Avengers walk in and sit down, my watch reads 07:58. I don't think i've ever been so glad to see them all, breaking the awkward tension beginning to form in the room.

"So, now that everyones here, we shall begin"